Jase stopped jacking for a minute so he could pull off his sweat pants. Luis didn't say a word. He watched Jase get naked; he licked his lips when he saw Jase's sexy hairy legs. Then Jase turned off the TV; the only light came from the dim bulb on the nightstand. He also noticed Jase hadn't bothered getting the Playgirl magazines out this time. Luis decided not to mention it. He hoped Jase wouldn't remember. The last thing he wanted to see was a set of big fake tits and some woman fingering her pussy.
Jase stretched out and spread his legs. His right foot was only inches from Luis's left. He threw his left arm back over his head and stroked with the other. Luis spread his legs and closed his eyes. For a few minutes the only sounds in the room came from Jase and Luis smacking their fists against their groins.
Then Jase said, “You're not doing that thing you did last night.”
“What thing?”
Jase gestured to Luis's groin. “That thing you do with your fingers when he spread your legs.”
Luis smiled. He knew what Jase was talking about. He spread his legs and lowered his left hand to the bottom of his ass. When he started fingering his hole and jacking at the same time, he looked up at Jase and said, “Is this what you're talking about?”
Jase gazed at Luis's body with more intensity. He pursed his lips and started jacking faster. “Yeah, that's it,” Jase said. “It's hot to watch.”
Luis didn't reply. He lifted his legs higher, spread them as far as he could, and inserted his middle finger.
They remained like this for a few more minutes, and then Jase lifted his right foot and kicked Luis's leg.
Luis turned; he'd just inserted another finger. “What?” He was wondering if Jase wanted him to do anything else. At this point, he wasn't sure what to expect.
“You ever get a good blow job?” Jase asked. He was stoned, but he didn't slur his words. He jacked slower now, as if trying to hold back his climax.
“A couple of times,” Luis said. He thought it was so adorable Jase had asked him this. At eighteen years old, the world was still so new to Jase. But he wasn't that innocent. He didn't seem to have any problem talking dirty.
“To be honest, Betsy tried it once with me,” Jase said. “I wasn't telling the complete truth in the car earlier today when I said she would probably give me a blow job. She stopped blowing because she said I was too big and I was hurting her mouth.”
Luis rolled his eyes. He could have guessed good old Betsy Melchiorri would say something like that. She seemed like the type who teased a lot, but when it came to the real deal she would back out fast. “Betsy is young,” Luis said. “She'll learn.”
“But it felt so good while she was sucking,” Jase said. “I really, really liked it. But I couldn't ask her to do something that was hurting her.”
Luis sighed. All men really, really liked blow jobs. He stopped fingering his hole and he stretched out his legs. He had a feeling Jase needed to talk and ask questions. He sounded curious and the pot had given him courage he normally wouldn't have had. “It's something you have to be into,” he said. “You can't fake a good blow job. And, you either like doing it or you don't. There's no middle ground.”
“You sound like you know more than you're telling me,” Jase said. He rubbed his foot up and down Luis's naked leg. “Have you ever given a blow job to anyone?”
Luis laughed. “I can't believe you're asking me that. Don't you think that's kind of private?”
Jase kicked him harder.
“Hey, that hurt.”
Jase laughed and punched him gently in the arm. “No it didn't.”
“Stop asking me questions,” Luis said. “And stop punching me.”
Jase laughed and punched him again, as if he knew Luis wanted more. “Look at us. We're stoned and we're jacking off together. I don't think that's an inappropriate question considering the circumstances surrounding us at the moment.”
Luis laughed again. Jase had this way of turning any situation around to suit his needs. It was as if he could twist reality. This had always been part of his charm, both in business and in his personal life. And Luis knew when Jase was doing a number on him. “You're too smart. But I'm not an idiot. And I never kiss and tell.”
Jase moved a little closer; his elbow rested against Luis's elbow. “I know you're smart. I don't want details. I only want to know if you ever gave a guy a blow job. I won't tell anyone. I swear.”
Luis thought about this for a moment. He also knew Jase knew how to set people up, too. He was using his most convincing tone, the one he saved for special occasions when he really wanted something in a bad way. And if Jase was testing him, and setting him up that night, Luis had to answer with care. With a man like Jase, there was always a chance he could turn on Luis if Luis did admit to giving a man a blow job.
“If I tell you, you have to promise it's a secret,” Luis said.
Jase moved in closer; his arm pushed hard against Luis's. “I won't tell anyone.”
“Okay,” Luis said. “I have given one or two blow jobs. But that's all I'm going to say.” After he said this, he smiled. He was surprised at how much fun he was having now. It was like falling love all over again with the same person you've always been in love with.
Jase seemed a little shocked. “Did you like doing it?” He rubbed his jaw. “I'm not sure how I'd feel about sucking another guy's dick. I've never done it.”
This didn't shock Luis. Jase had never been into sucking dick, not even in the future, when they were married. Jase loved getting blown; he loved to fuck a tight ass. But he usually frowned upon doing anything considered submissive in bed. The one time Luis tried to fuck Jase, he let out a howl and screamed in pain with such force Luis pulled out and never tried it again. Luis had always been fine with this, because he preferred being submissive all the time.
“It was okay,” Luis said. “It wasn't that bad.”
“But did you like it?”
“Okay, yes. I liked it.”
“How did it taste?”
Luis poked him in the ribs. “It tasted like dick. How else would it taste?”
“Did you swallow when the guy came?” Jase asked.
Luis nodded. “Yes, I swallowed.”
“How was that?”
“Not bad.”
“How many times have you done it?”
Luis tried to think back to when he was eighteen years old in Tennessee, which was only fair. Anything after that didn't matter. He didn't always tell the complete truth about his past because he believed some things were only supposed to remain with him and were no one else's business. But he wanted to be honest with Jase that night. He remembered the three guys on the high school baseball team. He'd been seventeen at the time; he'd blown them in the back of the school bus one after the other after a game. He remembered the two horse hung brothers who lived up the road from his family. He blew each of them one time, and not at the same time. Then there was the guy who worked at the Texaco in town and gave him free gas. Luis had blown him about once or twice a week for almost eight months. It started out as a one time deal and turned into something regular. Luis had just turned eighteen. The guy's wife was pregnant and wouldn't have sex with him. And he wore tight jeans and a scruffy white T-shirt all the time. Luis even let this guy fuck him regularly. He always went home with grease stains on his ass. After that, Luis had a love affair with his father's hired hand, a cowboy named Snake. Luis used to suck him off in the barn after school every single day. Luis didn't know his identical twin brother was screwing around with Snake at the same time. When his brother found out, he got jealous and set Luis up and Luis's father caught Luis getting fucked over a stack of hay. That's when they threw Luis out of the house. Luis frowned and said, “About seven guys altogether,” he said.