Jack & Jill Went
Downhill
Copyrighted 2014 © Rob Loveboy
Copyrighted 2014 © Rob Loveboy
Edited by Jack
FitzHugh
Chapter 3
Grandma was out playing bingo, her evening pastime by the
time we got home. She left a Mac & Cheese casserole in the oven. After
devouring the lovingly made dinner we had a much needed shower, especially him!
He stunk of piss, which I had to bring to his attention, the heat of the day
and the walk home had him smelling like a urinal!
Not bothering to dress, both knowing full well that we’d end
up naked at some point, we climbed into bed with our backs propped with pillows
against the head board to watch a hockey game. I was learning a great deal from
Jill, never having much interest in the sport before.
Our hands wandered to each others goods, lightly caressing,
our bodies close enough to feel the heat radiate and the fresh scent of Ivory
Soap pleasant to the senses. There was no urgency to get off, that would be
assured after the game, just tender fondling and the occasional suck to his
nipple kept us content and semi aroused.
I wondered how many millions of guys were watching the game
together and if any other buddies were in bed, naked and playing with each
other’s junk in the process! That thought made me giggle, not a very masculine
custom while watching a sporting event, I presumed.
We clinched the night’s pent up anticipation laying on our
side facing each other, cocks pressed together and held tight by our
interlocked fingers fucking with slow, gentle gyration. I licked at his nipple
that was firmly gripped between my teeth. He urged to bite him harder as we
picked up the pace, pelvises grinding and nature’s own male lubricant
accumulated and allowed slick cocks to glide easily over one another within
their snug, hand formed cocoon.
His nails dug painfully wonderful as his other hand found my
ass cheek and squeezed, forcing me into him at each mutual thrust as a rhythmic
fucking motion ensued. I felt a wet, warmth being applied to my shaft and balls
seconds after he screamed out in ecstasy but never broke our sexual
entanglement until a few minutes later when I yelled out my own orgasmic mix of
obscenities. Spent and exhausted we rolled onto our backs. No words were spoken
or necessary. The intimacy of that night’s mutual masturbation episode held
precedent over any other. It was a close, tender unification of our bodies. No
longer was it a simple, joined effort to get off by each other’s hand that I
eventually came to terms with. It was a passionate and selfless act generating
ultimate pleasure that I assumed making love to a girl would be like. Confusion
reigned over my sexuality anew and I fell into a deep, satisfied slumber.
I awoke earlier than normal to a discomfort in my groin
area. Having not cleaned up after our sex, cum had solidified and glued my growing
morning wood to my pubic hair, painfully pulling at it with every millimeter of
expansion. My right hand was caked as well as my total lower abdomen displayed
crusty remnants.
Upon entering the shower to remedy my predicament, the
running water caused the urgency to pee. Thankful that I hadn’t tried to use
the toilet bowl, piss flew in every which direction until the dried cement
clogging the slit moistened enough to stream proper. A long, powerful piss
ensued that I was sure Jill would have appreciated being the recipient of! Oh
well, his loss. Yuck!
We had plans that evening. The “Smashing Testicle’s” rave
concert! We heard of it only that morning over breakfast on the radio, each
going ballistic at the remote thought of attending! I had every CD they
published. My Grandma, with her limited hearing ability would sometimes
complain about the volume I listened at!
Jill advised that a financial shortfall might not
necessarily prevent our attending the concert. He made a phone call and from
what I could gather, was to meet up with someone before the concert to get
cash.
We took transit down town and walked a few blocks to a brown
stone town house in a very upscale neighborhood. As he rang the door bell, he
instructed me to wait at the bottom of the stairs. An older, distinguished
looking man with salt and pepper hair and very well dressed answered with a
big, warm smile. He hugged and kissed Jill on top of his head and ushered him
inside, giving me a fleeting, glance.
I sat on the bottom step for about 45 minutes wondering what
was taking him so long when I heard the door open. Jill had a disheveled look,
his hair was messed, which he had painstakingly tended to earlier with gel, a
shirttail hung un-tucked and his fly was open!
The man was wearing a white terry cloth robe that was not
quite cinched tight enough at the waist, exposing just a glimpse of his manhood
and a matt of pubic hair that matched the tint of his head hair. He hugged and
kissed Jill good bye and retreated inside.
I didn’t question him on our walk, just advised him of his
open fly although I was certainly curious as to why that man would give him
four, crisp twenty dollar bills that Jill had happily brought out of his pocket
to show me and kissed before restoring them to his pocket. Nor, when he then
produced a handful of tablets!
“Ecstasy”, he exclaimed! “To enhance the concert experience,
Jacky! Ya ever tried this shit before?” I had not, and consumed one after he
assured me that it was perfectly safe and all the kid’s would be doing it at
the rave.
Moments later, he showed me four blue tablets claiming that
he took them from the man’s medicine cabinet. “Viagra, dude! Never tried it
before but there’s always a first time for everything!” I knew what it was for
and silently questioned why he would need it! He certainly had no problem with
erectile dysfunction!
We were having a great time, my first live concert! Our
favorite band was right before eyes doing their magic as we danced among a
thousand other teens and young adults shoulder to shoulder, colored strobe
lights illuminating people in slow motion.
I saw girls and guys kissing, girls and girls kissing, and
shockingly, guys and guys! Every one was grinding hips and pelvises that I
found very erotic! No one cared about anything other than dancing and having a
great time!
Pot was being passed around freely; the sweet smell of it
hovered in the air. I had smoked up a few times before, but holy hell that was
great shit! I was stoned out of my mind without a care in the world, the Ecstasy
giving me a terrific sense of well being. A synergy of comradeship, harmonious
brotherly love fuelled the atmosphere, everyone seemed oblivious to sexual
orientation. Any inhibitions or homophobic reservations I harbored seemed to
extinguish right then and there!
In the throng and close proximity of people, I noticed a guy
and girl in their late teens in front of me. He had his jeans down around mid
ass, which caught my attention, and the sudden realization that he was fucking
his girlfriend right there in plain view under her skirt! I screamed in Jill’s
ear and pointed to bring the scene to his attention. He smiled and pointed
elsewhere, three guys with their hard cocks and balls extending from their open
jeans groped each other in a tight circle!
“New craze, dude! Sex on the dance floor! Fucking awesome,
isn’t it?” he screamed in my ear then handed me one of the Viagra tablets. What
the hell, I thought, even though I was already excited down there.
Jill reached down and started rubbing my crotch. I needed no
encouragement and groped him. He then opened my jeans and roughly shoved a hand
down grasping my cock. I didn’t resist his advance, caught up in the erotic
aura, I did the same! I had never experienced a high such as the one I was
feeling then, incredibly horny noticing more and more people engaged in various
sexual acts, some blatant exhibitions, others more clandestine in their
activity.
I learned later that security only invaded the mush pit in
extreme, warranted situations with powerful force in numbers, but still well
out numbered by the crowd. Sex wasn’t a paramount concern. . Our jeans came
down farther than necessary as we hugged and groped each other! Nothing
mattered. I didn’t care who saw us! Most of the guys had removed their shirts,
tucked into their waistbands and we had followed that example.
He hugged me tight to his bare chest and for the first time
in my life, being short wasn’t a physical flaw! His tits were just mere inches
below my mouth and for the third time, and with more aggression, I devoured
each of them much to his delight!
Someone handed Jill a small package, like a mustard or
ketchup condiment, which he ripped open with his teeth and applied to our
cocks. I soon discovered it was a lubricant, adding to the sensation of our
mutual masturbation. We fucked each other’s hand energetically to the beat of
the music! I really, truly didn’t care who saw us! I was totally absorbed in
the moment and no one else seemed to notice or care! Those that did in fact see
us gave the thumbs up with smiling approval!
Sometime later, we ended up within the tight knit circle
jerk of the three guys! I not only had Jill’s cock in one hand but another
complete stranger’s as well! Groping, pumping and occasionally tweaking his
jewellery adorned nipples He was about 18, his hard cock was quite small in my
hand, maybe 4 inches and slender. His tiny scrotum contained two marble sized
orbs. That discovery was almost laughable and boosted my ego knowing that I was
not as deprived of endowment as I had thought! . One of our sexual accomplices
entered the middle of the circle, bent over and supported himself by ,grasping
Jill’s hips. Another positioned his large cock and pushed it into the teen’s
ass! I was dumbfounded as he pounded away fucking him like dogs do!
Showing his appreciation for Jill’s support in keeping his
balance, he engulfed Jill’s cock! The teen was actually taking it up the ass
and giving Jill a blowjob at the same time!
My jerk off buddy leaned into my ear and screamed something I
didn’t quite hear. He was smiling and nodding his head. Whatever he said, I
politely agreed, smiled and nodded in return when suddenly his words dawned on
me, “You’re so lucky, you’re boyfriend has a beautiful cock to suck! Does he
fuck you with it, too?”
I had just unwittingly confirmed to him that yes, Jill was
my boyfriend, I blow him and he fucks me up the ass! Much too late to clarify
the misunderstanding, I let it go but it did give me cause for concern in the
fact that Jill may want greater sexual acts of pleasure than he was getting
from me, as he was in the process of receiving from a stranger right then!
Jill began fucking the teens mouth as he held his head with
both hands, eyes closed and mouth agape. He was quite obviously enjoying
himself. I felt a twinge of jealousy watching him, not sure if it was the fact
that Jill was getting an almighty, coveted blowjob, or was it that I was
envious of the teen giving pleasure to him! Perhaps I could become more
sexually assertive rather than him always taking the initiative
I was mulling that over in my head when suddenly the band
ended their final set and the house lights started to go on. Our little fag
orgy came to an abrupt end; everyone quickly tucked their cocks, fastened their
pants and dispersed.
To be continued …
Copyrighted 2014 ©
Rob Loveboy
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