Storm 5

We did not wake up the next morning. We woke up after lunch. Norah's call woke us up. I grabbed the phone, and after some mumbling, I passed the phone to Jack. Norah had thanked me, and apologized to me, for getting me involved. If she only knew I was involved more now...

Jack listened, and uttered a few a-huh, and hmmm.., before hanging up.

I dozed off again, and when I woke up, Jack was already out of bed.

His clothes were on the floor. Still wet. But his towel was missing.

I cleaned myself up, and by the time I came out of the bathroom, Jack had returned. He was holding a tray of sandwiches and hot drinks. He had gone to the office, and managed to get some food for us. He was only wearing his towel.

Wow. That was awkward. I thought he was an asshole, and there, he showed he thought not of himself only. Like wow.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and joined him.

I took one sandwich and ate quickly. I was hungry. Jack was too. With him sitting on the chair, his towel parted. I could see his soft manhood from where I was sitting. Even when it was flaccid, it looked big.

'Bumped into the guys,' he suddenly said, without looking at me.

'Who?' I asked.

He pointed at the wall, chewing his sandwich. Oh.. he meant the gays next door.

I nodded my head - understood. I wondered how much they were turned on by Jack. He would be a nice prey for those sex-hungry gays. Jack would be a good meal. But that would be if they could overpower him. Jack was a strong guy. His body tones told of his strength.

'Got ourselves another night. Here,' he said, so casually,

I almost dropped my sandwich. Here? Another night?

As if he read my mind, he said, 'Flood.'

'Still raining?' I asked.

He nodded his head. 'Shower. Government order to stay in. That old man said.'

Shit! I was hoping to get out from this place. I could not bear to stay there in the room, not knowing what it was supposed to be with Jack. I felt trapped.

'Why?' he asked, sensing my uneasiness.

'We're trapped!' I snapped.

He did not respond.

'And this..' I suddenly said.

He looked up. 'What this?'

'This. This non-talking of yours. What's up with you? I stay here, I'll go bloody fucking mad! You don't talk!' I said, with a sigh.

He was quiet. I felt my small outburst was a waste. Oh god! This was gonna be unbearable. Jack looked like he was thinking of something, and then, brushed aside his thoughts. He continued to eat and took his hot drink.

Then, he moved away, to the window, gazing at the rain.

'So, are you gay?' he asked.

I was surprised by his sudden question. It had been a quiet half an hour. I was not expecting him to say anything.

I shook my head. I was thinking of the many excuses I could use to explain the incident this morning. He did not ask. He was okay with my answer. That simple 'no' was enough for him.

'You?' I asked.

'You were the one who touched me. Not the other way around,' he answered, without looking at me. His eyes were still gazing out.

Jack drew the window curtain closed. I realized why. I heard the next door neighbors. They had to stay too. I could hear them talking outside. Jack did not want them to see us.

'Why they do it?' I heard myself suddenly asked.

Jack shrugged his shoulders. 'Why did you?'

'I guess I was curious,' I said.

I watched Jack for his reaction. There was none. But I was glad that he was not upset. Seeing that, I became more daring.

'I mean, look at you. You are BIG!' I said.

Jack gave a smirk.

'You are nothing small either,' he said. 'How big?'

'Me?' I asked. Jack nodded. '7 1/2.'

Jack nodded, in admiration. 'Keep the girls happy, huh?'

I laughed. So, Jack was talking. I was slightly relieved.

One thing led to another, we sat there in our towels, talking. I got to know Jack better. He told me a bit - of his schooling years, his first girlfriend, his first time and more. I told him whatever I could of myself.

Jack was the middle son, in a family where discipline was harsh. His dominant father had made him to speak, only when spoken to, and was not the type to share his feelings. He had tried to before, but he failed. Since then, he preferred to bottle up his feelings within. He knew it was frustrating for others, but it was frustrating for him too, when he could not find way to tell.

What about Norah, I asked him. Wouldn't all this caused her to be upset? I asked him if this was fair to the girl who loved him.

Jack was quiet.

'Do you think she will love me if I was not popular?' he asked.

When he asked this, there was this look on him, that made him looked so gloomy. He was sad. I had opened a can of feelings that he shared with no one. He knew his place with Norah. I was taken aback.

Our conversation was interrupted by the bangings on the wall. The gays next door were at it again. They were certainly enjoying themselves.

I looked at Jack. Was he gonna spy on them again?

Jack seemed to know what I was thinking. With a smirk, he shook his head. His hand was fondling towel, touching his soft dick.

I smiled back.

The bangings on the wall became the only sound in our room, other than the rain. Jack and I suddenly were lost for words. I wondered when the groans would come in.

I watched Jack. He had already flipped open his towel, and his hand fondling his cock. His cock was coming alive. It was already semi-erected.

Was I gonna be treated to this free show?

I was on the bed, supporting myself up, with only arm. Jack was sitting on a chair, with his legs open slightly wide enough, for him to stroke his cock down. His attention was not on me. His eyes were looking at his huge cock growing.

I watched Jack's hand stroking himself. I was getting turned on. Once this was over, I had to fuck a girl. Any girl! This excitement with Jack and his monster cock was disturbing. But for now, I was pushing that thought to the back of my mind.

I was going to enjoy this afternoon. I was going to enjoy the sexhibition. I was gonna watch Jack jerked till his cum shot off.

My hand moved down to part my own towel. It found my own hard cock. I grabbed the shaft, and stroke myself. This was good! I loved the sexual tension.

Jack continued to stroke himself, slowly. He was letting the groans from the next door to build his sex sense up. He liked to hear the moans, just like me. His huge cock was now pointing straight. It was already hard. His other hand had moved down to cup his balls, fondling them, as he stroke his cock with long strokes.

I smiled. The view was unbelievable. I had hot Jack in front of me, jerking himself off.

Jack looked up. He had this smirk on his face again. Like he thought of something naughty.

'You wanna play with this?' Jack asked, invitingly.

I smiled. Though I did not mind, I was not sure. Instead of saying so, I found myself shaking my head - a 'no'. At that moment, I caught myself feeling disappointed.

Jack did not mind my answer. He stood up. His towel fell onto the floor. He was totally naked, with his 9 inches cock standing hard. His hand never left his cock, still stroking it long and slow. His eyes were closed, standing there in the middle of the room, enjoying the pleasure of his hand on his cock. In his posture, I was treated to a hard Jack. His body was a body of well-toned muscles. My eyes admired his chests, abs and the thighs. Damn! He looked so hot!

After a few more strokes, he opened his eyes. They were looking at me. I was still stroking myself. I felt I could cum anytime, with such a hot body in my view for pleasure.

'You sure?' he asked.

It would only be touching him again. Just jerking him off. That was not so bad, I told myself. Jack took my hesitation as a 'yes'. He gestured with his finger to come over.

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written by sekretpower