Just part of one of the hot scenes Jack and Doug share… definitely adult rating!!
As he watched Doug across the table, Jack could see the heat building in the other man’s eyes. He no longer tried to hide the fact he was looking, remembering and wanting. Still, feeling perverse, Jack took his time sipping the first beer and then got them another before Doug could make the first move. He had chosen not to get dressed again after taking off his costume for practical reasons and out of habit but now he had another motive.
Although he did not have a muscle builder’s physique, he stayed fit to do the acrobatics he threw in with his act. He also believed all fitness was essential—that of body, mind and even spirit. Even though he had no idea where his peculiar powers came from he sensed their control and mastery required he stay fine-tuned in every way.
Doug created a distraction but so long as he kept things under control, he could handle it. Right now Doug eyeballed him like a delicious treat, barely beyond reach. This was a novelty, a new sensation and experience. He’d been gawked at by many who were mesmerized by his tricks but to have someone caught up just in him? That was cool, a real gas. So how could he use it?
In an instant that selfish cynicism nearly shamed him. Was Doug really here only for a few cheap thrills, maybe an ego-boost after one lover had apparently dumped him? If he wasn’t, then maybe Jack was approaching this all wrong. Yet anything else scared him. He didn’t want hero-worship or even anything deeper than a causal friendship. This attraction was starting to look like a deep, dark and perhaps bottomless pool. Jack did not swim.
Before these new and troubling notions went any farther, he jumped up, swept the empty cans off with a swing of his arm and reached to grab Doug’s biceps.
“You’ve got on way too many rags, dude. Either you get out of them, fast, or I’ll get rid of them faster.”
Doug pulled free as he stood up, already reaching to pull his t-shirt over his head and then to unfasten and step out of his Levi’s. “Thought you’d never ask,” he said. “I don’t know the rules for someone else’s pad, won’t strip until I know it’s the right time.”
After that, Jack made sure neither one of them had time for any second thoughts, doubts or what ifs.
When it came to sex, Doug often was not sure whether to be passive or aggressive or something in between. For the moment, he decided to let Jack take the lead. It was Jack’s pad, after all. When you got right down to it, Doug didn’t have all that much experience. Before Cokie there had been three, no, sorta four encounters, mostly short, awkward and not very satisfactory. And comparing Cokie to Jack was way worse than apples and oranges, more like shit to Shinola.
Although Doug had about two inches of height on Jack, the redhead was strong. He might be more wiry than muscle bound but some of the tricks he did took strength and control far beyond Doug’s level. Right now, he hauled Doug close and then grabbed his ears and pulled his head forward until their mouths smashed together. Noses bumped, lips crushed between teeth and tongues tangled all at once. It could have been terrible but it wasn’t—it was the hottest kiss Doug had ever shared.
He’d been half hard all evening but there was no half about it now. He could almost have broken a board karate style with his cock. But he had much more pleasurable acts in mind. Still clinging together and kissing, hands dancing over each other’s bodies as if they were juggling, they staggered the few steps to Jack’s bed in the rear of the motor home.
Jack spun them around and then shoved Doug down onto his back. He hit the bed and bounced, once, twice. Jack settled on top of him before the second quite ended. “Don’t remember if you said you bottom or not but that’s where you are right now.”
“Done both,” Doug managed, twisting away from Jack’s predatory mouth long enough to grab a fast breath and say the words.
“Good, ‘cause right now I want to make you pay for damn near making me skewer myself this evening.”
Jack pulled up just enough to make a grab for the headboard of his bed. He retrieved a pair of foil packets in one hand. He thrust one at Doug and ripped the other open to roll on the condom. Before Doug finished sheathing himself, Jack grabbed his knees and lifted, shoving them apart. “Gonna fuck your brains out or maybe back in so you know better next time.”