in shock, though, Luke would be on his way sooner rather than later, no matter how complimentary Jimmy had been about the sex.
“Young guy like me?”
Frowning, Luke tried to reconcile the fact that Jimmy wasn’t refuting morning sex, but his age.
“What do you mean? I’m thirty-eight. I thought you said you read my bio in the program.”
Luke rubbed at his nose. “Well, sure I did. But I thought that thirty-eight was some sort of weird typo. You sure you’re not twenty-eight?”
Jimmy laughed and kissed his cheek. “You are just the sweetest man ever. Wait.” Jimmy frowned. “You are talking about how I look, right? You’re not calling me immature or anything?”
This time it was Luke who laughed, partly at Jimmy’s odd self-consciousness and partly relief that they were closer in age. However hot it would be to say he’d hooked up with a much younger man, Luke wasn’t looking for a hookup, and he was pretty sure he’d have more in common with someone closer to his age.
“Mostly your looks, yes. But your enthusiasm, too. And not just in bed.”
“I was right. You are the sweetest guy.” His sweetness got him another kiss, which Luke wasn’t going to complain about.
Jimmy stroked over the hair on his chest, a gentle exploration that didn’t feel like Jimmy was trying to wind him up. Luke took the opportunity to observe Jimmy with touch as well as sight. Unlike himself, Jimmy didn’t have a lot of hair on his chest, just a bit of blond fuzz covering his pecs and then a slightly darker treasure trail leading to dark gold pubes that had clearly been trimmed. Hopefully Jimmy didn’t mind that Luke hadn’t ever manscaped. Jimmy was slender, without much muscle definition. A soft belly and the merest hint of love handles—which might be more pronounced if he wasn’t working two jobs—said that Jimmy loved food. Luke would like to cook for Jimmy. If they kept dating, he’d have to go grocery shopping. Soon.
Despite the fact Luke suspected he’d fall asleep long before he’d be recovered enough to go another round, Jimmy’s soft cock and blond fuzzed balls made his mouth water.
Without thinking, he reached out and stroked those balls. “I’m glad you don’t wax.” It looked hot in porn, but when he was touching a guy’s balls, he wanted them to be a man’s balls and not like the naked suede of one of those sphinx cats.
“Oh, yeah, well. I used to. When I was hitting the clubs. But it always took three or four days afterward to be comfortable, and let me tell you, the desperation of not being able to scratch or readjust sore, itchy balls because you’re stuck for hours teaching a bunch of teenagers just waiting to find any weakness they can exploit or make fun of… well, it just didn’t make sense anymore. For a few years, I’d wax again during the summer break, but after I hit thirty, I just couldn’t be bothered.”
Luke grinned. He could see Jimmy at the front of a classroom, trying not to twitch and telegraph his discomfort to everyone.
“God. I didn’t think I’d be up for another round tonight, either, but if you keep doing that, I’m going to want to.”
Sure enough, the time Luke had spent stroking Jimmy’s balls had had a positive effect on Jimmy’s cock, plumping it a bit from its previous sated state. Gorgeous. He licked his lips. It wouldn’t be any hardship at all to suck Jimmy off, even if he couldn’t get it up again.
“And I think you might be, too.”
Luke glanced down his body and grinned. “Apparently you’re good for my recovery time.”
This time it was Jimmy frowning. “Wait. How old are you?”
Somehow, he’d been hoping to avoid answering that question, but that reluctance had been more intense when he was afraid Jimmy might be fifteen years or more younger than him.
“Forty-three.”
“Shut the fuck up. You are not.”
All it would take was a good look in bright light, which, to be fair, hadn’t been in supply since he’d met Jimmy.
“Young guy like me?”
Frowning, Luke tried to reconcile the fact that Jimmy wasn’t refuting morning sex, but his age.
“What do you mean? I’m thirty-eight. I thought you said you read my bio in the program.”
Luke rubbed at his nose. “Well, sure I did. But I thought that thirty-eight was some sort of weird typo. You sure you’re not twenty-eight?”
Jimmy laughed and kissed his cheek. “You are just the sweetest man ever. Wait.” Jimmy frowned. “You are talking about how I look, right? You’re not calling me immature or anything?”
This time it was Luke who laughed, partly at Jimmy’s odd self-consciousness and partly relief that they were closer in age. However hot it would be to say he’d hooked up with a much younger man, Luke wasn’t looking for a hookup, and he was pretty sure he’d have more in common with someone closer to his age.
“Mostly your looks, yes. But your enthusiasm, too. And not just in bed.”
“I was right. You are the sweetest guy.” His sweetness got him another kiss, which Luke wasn’t going to complain about.
Jimmy stroked over the hair on his chest, a gentle exploration that didn’t feel like Jimmy was trying to wind him up. Luke took the opportunity to observe Jimmy with touch as well as sight. Unlike himself, Jimmy didn’t have a lot of hair on his chest, just a bit of blond fuzz covering his pecs and then a slightly darker treasure trail leading to dark gold pubes that had clearly been trimmed. Hopefully Jimmy didn’t mind that Luke hadn’t ever manscaped. Jimmy was slender, without much muscle definition. A soft belly and the merest hint of love handles—which might be more pronounced if he wasn’t working two jobs—said that Jimmy loved food. Luke would like to cook for Jimmy. If they kept dating, he’d have to go grocery shopping. Soon.
Despite the fact Luke suspected he’d fall asleep long before he’d be recovered enough to go another round, Jimmy’s soft cock and blond fuzzed balls made his mouth water.
Without thinking, he reached out and stroked those balls. “I’m glad you don’t wax.” It looked hot in porn, but when he was touching a guy’s balls, he wanted them to be a man’s balls and not like the naked suede of one of those sphinx cats.
“Oh, yeah, well. I used to. When I was hitting the clubs. But it always took three or four days afterward to be comfortable, and let me tell you, the desperation of not being able to scratch or readjust sore, itchy balls because you’re stuck for hours teaching a bunch of teenagers just waiting to find any weakness they can exploit or make fun of… well, it just didn’t make sense anymore. For a few years, I’d wax again during the summer break, but after I hit thirty, I just couldn’t be bothered.”
Luke grinned. He could see Jimmy at the front of a classroom, trying not to twitch and telegraph his discomfort to everyone.
“God. I didn’t think I’d be up for another round tonight, either, but if you keep doing that, I’m going to want to.”
Sure enough, the time Luke had spent stroking Jimmy’s balls had had a positive effect on Jimmy’s cock, plumping it a bit from its previous sated state. Gorgeous. He licked his lips. It wouldn’t be any hardship at all to suck Jimmy off, even if he couldn’t get it up again.
“And I think you might be, too.”
Luke glanced down his body and grinned. “Apparently you’re good for my recovery time.”
This time it was Jimmy frowning. “Wait. How old are you?”
Somehow, he’d been hoping to avoid answering that question, but that reluctance had been more intense when he was afraid Jimmy might be fifteen years or more younger than him.
“Forty-three.”
“Shut the fuck up. You are not.”
All it would take was a good look in bright light, which, to be fair, hadn’t been in supply since he’d met Jimmy.
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