"Yeah, I'm game. But first, I want to investigate this movement beneath the covers." He lifted the sheet and ducked under it. "Demarco's going camping."
15
The following morning, they delayed their shower—bypassingThe Dupont'stiny cubicle in favor of a larger spa option at Demarco's condo in Adams Morgan. They checked out of the hotel and were driven in a vehicle Jack had arranged—black, with tinted windows—to his home on California street. They held hands the whole way.
Demarco was undressing Jack as soon as they shut his condo door, and they kissed and shuffled down the hallway, discarding clothing along the way.
The shower was huge, three spouts spraying them with hot, steamy water. Both men were hard and vying for control of the situation. Jack had Demarco's cock in his mouth, teasing the sensitive folds of the dark foreskin with his tongue, using both hands to compartmentalize and isolate the large organ—like a wide, fleshy cock-ring—so that the streaming water kept from running into his mouth, relishing Demarco's salty-sweet flavor, preserving it, before being diluted completely.
"You're not making this easy," Demarco said, fumbling with trying to open a condom.
"I like sucking your cock. It's a big, black, beautiful piece of meat."
"Listen to him now, objectifying me."
"If you ever get that condom open, I want you to fuck me with it."
"Have you ever bottomed, Jack?"
"No. But I want to... for you."
"I prefer it—especially with someone astalentedas you. I don't often have that option."
"Then I'll be top," he said, looking up—no innuendo, just a sincere attempt to appease. "Whatever you want, D. I just want to make you happy."
"Well, it looks like it's never going to happen because I can't get this damn thing open. I'll be glad when we don't have to worry about this kind of stuff anymore."
Jack looked at Demarco and smiled, still gripping him down below.
Demarco rolled his eyes. "Yeah, OK. Imayhave alluded to our future together."
"I like it," Jack took the condom from him. Tore the slick packaging, and handed it back to.
Demarco shook his head. "I bet you do that with jars too."
Jack ignored the quip. He kissed Demarco, his tongue slipping in briefly to do the tango. "You wanna get your swirl on?" he asked.
"I do... but we'll give you a go first—if that's what you want."
"OK." Jack smiled, but Demarco detected a tiny trace of apprehension in his expression. He turned around and Demarco reached over him turning off two of the showerheads.
"Too much water," he said.
Jack nodded, leaning and extending his arms to the tiled wall beneath the dripping faucet. "Frisk me, baby."
"Oh, I'm gonna do better than that. You have an beautiful ass, by the way. " Demarco squatted and spread Jack's plump, smooth cheeks. He licked at the taut pink hole and Jack squirmed.
"You OK?" Demarco asked.
"Yeah. Just inexperienced."
"If you're ever uncomfortable, just say something. We'll move on... no worries."
Jack shook his head. "No, I'm good. Go."
Demarco didn't wait for further confirmation. He went in, burying his face in Jack's tender underside, licking and sucking all around Jack's opening and taint as if it were a cherry pie he'd just shoved his entire face into. Jack groaned.
Demarco pulled back spreading him open wider, using his tongue to trace concentric circles around his anus. As he closed in on the center, he used the tip of his tongue, wriggling in and wedging him open.
