Jesse Wants a Taste Chapter 4

Jesse Wants a Taste
Chapter 4 - If You Dare

by NK-Writes

Don't need an intro or a recap? Jump to the start of the story.

This chapter includes two orgasms and teen/teen masturbation, with flashbacks or mentions of solo masturbation, oral sex, incest, and experimentation between teens.

Please only read this if it is legal, safe, and comfortable for you to do so where you currently live.

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Jesse and Alex continue their sleepover!

I've been delighted to hear from readers about how Jesse's process of discovery (of his sexuality and of his foreskin) resonates with their own experiences. I hoped that would be the case, but it blows my mind to hear that feedback from other people after working on this story by myself for so long!

This fictional story focuses on sexual activity between teen male characters. This story does not advocate for or condone adults sexualizing people who are under the age of consent. It is about memories of first times and wishes of what could have been, which for many LGBTQA* people focuses on their teen years. There will never be adult/teen sex or male/female sex in any chapters of this story.

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The Story So Far

Whether you're joining the story in-progress or simply need a refresher, here's what you need to know:

Jesse is our narrator. He is 13 years old and the only child of a single father. Jesse just discovered the joys of masturbation via a helping hand from Alex, a 14-year-old who lives around the corner from Jesse's grandparents. Jesse was happy to return the favor for Alex.

Jesse has a foreskin and Alex is circumcised, so there was some initial confusion between them - but it wasn't anything that a little spit couldn't help. Back at home, Jesse gets the hang of masturbating with and without spit thanks to his foreskin. This leads Jesse to engineer an early return visit to his grandparents several weeks later, during which he convinces Alex to sleep over. After a game of Truth or Dare, the two of them jerk off in front of each other.

Alex is the middle child between his older "too cool" teenage brother Tony and his younger teen brother Corey. Jesse is actually closer to Corey's age than he is to Alex's. According to Alex, Corey has tried three times to suck him while he was asleep, but Alex always notices and rolls over so Corey will stop.

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Chapter 4 - If You Dare

Alex and I were both lying on my bed in my attic bedroom at my grandparents' house, basking in the afterglow of our separate orgasms.

My underwear was still pulled down to my knees, with my legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Alex was sprawled across from me in a t-shirt and his hastily pulled-up briefs, showing off a smaller bulge than had been there before our session.

The TV repeated a between-rounds graphic from my new video game along with its miscellaneous sci-fi war sounds. Neither of us was paying any attention to it.

Alex turned toward me, propping himself up on one elbow. "I noticed you kept jerking right through when you came," he said.

"Huh. I hadn't really thought about it," I confessed. I recalled that when Alex jerked me off last month he had squeezed my dick tightly when I came, just like he did for himself a moment ago. Since I started my spitless jacking I had gotten in the habit of jerking through my orgasm. That was one of my favorite parts of jerking off M!y dick head felt like it was exploding with pleasure every time I stroked it and my foreskin made it easy to keep going while my dick spasmed.

"I wish I could do that," he said, "but it's too much. Once I start shooting, I can't keep going with my hand."

"But you want to?"

"Yeah, totally!" Alex said with some enthusiasm. "But, like, it's just too much all at once. Even when I try to remember to do it, by the time I am shooting I can't concentrate on it. The thought falls right out of my brain."

I nodded sagely at this, even though I couldn't entirely empathize with the situation. I guess there were hidden advantages of my foreskin that I hadn't even figured out yet.

"You know," I said, "if you really want to feel what it's like to keep jerking while you're cumming..."

"Yeah?!" he said, eager to hear my solution.

"I could do you again. Like last time." I tried not to sound too excited, despite this being something I had fantasized about for weeks. "Only, this time I can just keep going at the end."

I swear I saw the bulge in his briefs pulse for a moment after I said this.

"The thing is," he said, "with me shooting, it'll be super messy if you keep going." I noticed eagerly that his objection was not to me jerking him, but to the potential mess. "It'll shoot everywhere, like when you turn on the garden hose without the nozzle on it. And sometimes my shots can go really far."

That didn't sound like a downside to me. If he shot everywhere there was more of a chance for me to surreptitiously get a taste. Although, I didn't necessarily want it to get on my bedspread, which was dark green. His pearly cum would show up loud and clear on that, and I had no idea if it would wipe off or not. Since I wasn't shooting yet, my sole experience with cum was when I licked some of his off my fingers when I jerked him off the first time.

Of course, if he were to shoot in my mouth... but, no, I couldn't possibly suggest that. Not yet. I was still focused on trying to get my hands back on his dick. And it sounded like he was eager for me to do it, too.

One thing at a time.

But, the thought of putting my mouth on his dick gave me an idea. Well... ANOTHER idea. A different one.

"It's alright," I said, "I have a plan."

"What is it?!" Alex said, sounding even more eager than he had a moment ago. Good. I liked him eager. I wanted to maintain our arrangement of Alex being the one to ask ME to do things. Not only did it make me feel safe, but I couldn't help but remember the way he barked "do it" to me when I offered to spit on his dick the first time we messed around. I wanted him to tell me what to do again tonight.

I pulled up my briefs over my already semi-hard dick and then wagged a finger at him.

"Not yet. Just tell me when you're ready to go again." I picked up my controller and made ready to start the game again. I was getting hard already, but I forced myself to be patient.. I didn't want a repeat of what had already happened at the start of our game of Truth or Dare, when I was in a hurry to jerk off while Alex needed more time to warm up to the idea.

Alex sat back up wordlessly and picked up his controller. We dove back into beating back the enemy forces in my shoot-em-up game. I won the round by killing more enemies. Even though I wasn't planning on doing more truth or dare at this point, Alex volunteered, "I'll take a truth."

"Uh, okay." Even if I was already horny enough to jerk off again, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to ask Alex another question about his masturbation habits.

"You said you can shoot all over if you're not careful. What's the worst mess you've made by shooting?"

He snorted a laugh.

"Well," he said with a smirk, "the messes are getting worse because I'm shooting even more stuff now than I was a month ago." It hadn't been my imagination! He really had shot more then he did last time. Now I wondered if his dick was actually a little longer than it had been the last time, too.

"One Friday night I was up late downstairs watching a movie on the big TV in our living room because Corey was having a sleepover with friends up in our room. I was kinda hard and hadn't jerked off since the day before when I got home from school. So, I had my hands in my underwear jerking it, and then I fished it out through the fly of my underwear and PJs in case someone came back downstairs and I had to put it away real quick."

I was paying rapt attention to his story. I loved hearing about this private moment that had previously been all his own. I pictured him with his dick poking out of his fly, jacking it right in the middle of the living room. I had yet to do anything so bold in my own house.

"Anyway, at this point I wasn't even watching the movie anymore, just jerking it. No spit, because I didn't want to make a mess in the living room. Except... I hadn't really thought about the mess at the END, you know? And all of a sudden I had to cum.

"I stood up, thinking maybe I could run over to our downstairs bathroom in time, but there was no way. I was cumming right then. I didn't have time to aim or anything and I was just standing there, so I ... just shot. And shot. And shot."

I laughed. "Where did it all go."

"Oh my gosh, Jesse, it went all over our coffee table, but one shot went right over the coffee table and onto our rug! That had to be four feet! And then at the end it was oozing out more and I didn't even really think about it and a huge drip fell off my dick, and that hit the rug too."

I kept giggling, but I was also hard as a rock again picturing Alex with his thick cock poking out of his pants and dripping with cum.

"Eventually I stuffed my dick back in my pants and paused the movie. I went in the bathroom and got some toilet paper to wipe up the table, but the rug... it was, like, seeping into the rug! I wet a bunch of paper towels and sopped it up, but it still felt gooey, like if you put too much hair stuff in your hair all at once. I must have spent half an hour scrubbing the two spots until they weren't cummy anymore."

I was fully laughing out loud now, picturing Alex frantically cleaning the floor late at night in his PJs, afraid someone would see his cum dotting the carpet.

"Anyway, I'm a lot more cautious after I saw how far my shots could go. I make sure I'm either in a room with tile, like the bathroom, or I have a tissue or a rag to catch it."

I nodded. Sooner or later I'd be shooting too and this was all good information to file away for the future. We played another round, and this time he won. I picked truth, curious to know what else he wanted to ask me.

"Have you ever seen another guy's dick before?" Alex asked me. "Like, not a quick peek in the changing room, but how you've seen mine?"

Oh my, another great question from Alex. Like his earlier one about what I thought about while jerking off, I had to be careful how to answer this one truthfully without telling the WHOLE truth.

(I never once considered outright lying in an answer. I'd rather take a pass.)

"Only one guy, really. I had a neighbor at home a little while ago named Joseph. One day we both really had to pee, and so we peed together in my bathroom at the same time like the toilet was a urinal. I got a good look at his dick. He didn't have a foreskin like I do. His wasn't as big as yours, but he had a really fat head on it. Fatter than mine is, and really round.

"We peed together a couple of more times," I continued, of course not specifying how close up I saw his dick during OTHER activities, "but, he moved away around Halloween last year."

"Lame," Alex said, clearly about the moving away and not about the penis.

"Yeah. He was a little weird, but he was cool."

"Weird how?"

"Well, like... Joseph was the one who suggested we both pee together. That's not totally regular, right? And, uh," I saw the opportunity to give myself some retroactive cover, "one time he dared me to lick his feet, which is where I got the idea to dare you to lick mine last time."

"Oh. Yeah, weird," Alex replied nonchalantly, and we went back to playing. I beat him again, and he picked truth again. I guess I was only going to get to jerk him off if I lost and picked a dare!

"Same question," I told him. "Have you seen dicks, other than mine?"

"Well, Corey and I are practically the same age. We had baths together up until a few years ago."

"Of course," I said, despite it not being obvious to me at all. I had no clue about having brothers, so I had no idea how often they would see each other naked. But, Corey wasn't the brother I was fishing for. His dick was probably smaller than mine, and certainly also circumcised given how surprised Alex was about my foreskin. Not much mystery there.

"Then there's Tony." This is what I was more interested in. Tony was Alex's lanky older brother. He had hit his teen growth spurt hard and was easily half a foot taller than us both. The last time we hung out, Alex had briefly referenced Tony's dick being pretty big.

Alex continued, "...we're three boys sharing a bathroom, you know?"

I shook my head. I definitely didn't know.

"You just... you see some stuff without meaning to, sometimes. One of us will bust in to pee while the other is in the shower. Stuff like that. But, one time I walked into Tony's bedroom without knocking first and he was jacking it."

"What did you see?" I asked, breathlessly. The idea of having other guys around my age and their dicks under the same roof as me, all giving peeps at their penises on the regular, was absolutely insane. I felt like I'd be thinking about cock even more than I did already.

"It's pretty long," Alex said, whispering conspiratorially as if Tony might overhear him from around the block. "Like, he had both of his hands on it at once and I could still see the head. I never even thought about jerking with both hands at once! I checked on a ruler and I think that means it's almost eight inches."

"Whoa," I exclaimed, both at the length and at the concept that we could be measuring our dicks. Like, obviously they were a thing we could measure! They were practically a measuring tool themselves when they were hard. But, it never seemed important to me before. The only measurement I really cared about was that Alex's dick was bigger than mine.

"Have you measured yours?" I asked, but this time it was Alex who finger-wagged.

"Nuh-uh, win another round if you want to ask more questions," he grinned. We launched into a new zone that had a kind of enemy Alex hadn't encountered yet in our playing that night. I already knew the trick to defeating them so I established a huge early lead in kill count, although he had nearly caught up to me by the end of the stage.

"Truth or Dare?" I asked, willing him to pick a dare so we could move on to more exciting kinds of games.

"I'll take a truth," Alex replied with a grin. I think he was expecting me to ask him if he had measured his dick since that's where the conversation had just left off. Except, it seemed pretty obvious he HAD measured his. Plus, all I really cared about was seeing it again. Knowing the dimensions didn't make much of a difference to me. I could probably estimate on a ruler some other time.

After giving it some thought, I decided to ask something I was genuinely curious about that was also a follow-up to my last question - just not a sexy one.

"What would you say the best and worst thing is about being the middle brother?"

Alex's eyes widened a bit as he absorbed this. He clearly wasn't expecting this kind of personal question. He paused for a bit and did his thing where he looked up at the ceiling as if he expected to find some answers there.

"Hmm. Well, I think the worst thing has to be that nothing feels like it's mine. I get clothes handed down from Tony. I share a room with Corey. If I get a gift, Corey winds up using it as much as I do. There's no space to yourself or privacy, ever. If we do something as a family, we all go together."

"Whoa," I said, almost involuntarily. I had a feeling Alex could go on much longer with this list of examples. "Is it really that bad?"

"Jesse, when you talk about how you do stuff one-on-one with your dad, or how your grandmom asks you to bake things with her... I don't get to have that. Ever." He paused for a few seconds and looked down, carefully examining an unremarkable spot on my green bedspread. I thought he might actually tear up a bit, which was wildly out of character for him. "At least Tony gets to do stuff FIRST. And, Corey will always be THE BABY. But, I'm just... there."

I knew Alex's house could feel crowded, but he had never painted a picture of it that sounded quite so negative before. There was no sense of this sort of depression behind his typical cheerful smile.

"But, there's good stuff too, right?" I said, wanting to push him past the sad stuff to get to the better parts of being a middle brother. I did not enjoy seeing Alex looking so sad.

"For sure," he said, switching his magnetic smile back on in an instant. It was wild how quickly he dismissed the sadness from a moment earlier. "Having brothers is like having a built-in permanent posse. I'm never bored because Corey ALWAYS wants to play some kind of game. And, even if Tony can be a bit of an asshole, he's MY asshole brother. Anytime he's ever heard about someone messing with me or teasing me, he makes them regret it without laying a finger on them."

I felt like little cartoon stars and hearts were floating around me as I listened to how Alex talked about the good parts of having brothers. I was perfectly satisfied being an only child and I loved my dad a lot. But, there was an inherent loneliness to it - like I was on an eternal team of one. I was always waiting to see if other people liked me enough to spend time with me. I didn't have a permanent playmate like Corey or a guardian angel like Tony (or guardian devil, as the case may have been). No matter how much extra effort I put in to make friends or be a part of a group, at the end of the day I knew I'd always wind up alone with my thoughts.

The idea of having brothers who were a "permanent posse" seemed totally delightful to me. I truly couldn't even imagine what it would be like. At the same time, it sounded like Alex had his own loneliness to deal with - the loneliness of not feeling like anything really belonged to him, including his identity.

"Wow," I said, trying to put those feelings into words. "It's kinda like the best thing is also the worst thing, huh? Like, all of those negatives are the price of having a posse?"

"Yeah," Alex nodded, "you could definitely say that. I totally love them, even when they are being super annoying, but it would be nice to also have more moments to myself. But, Tony will be heading to college next year, so then I'll get a couple of years with some more space to myself, at least."

"That'll be a huge change, I bet."

"Totally. I mean, he's not the best student, and it's not like we can afford some big fancy school. But, I bet he's gonna want to live at school in the dorms. He'll get to smoke so many more cigarettes if he doesn't have to hide it from my mom and dad."

"Damn, that's really what all of those older kids do at the movie theatre parking lot, huh? I've heard rumors from other kids around here."

"Tony told me all about it. Some of the kids are seniors who are eighteen already, so they can buy cigarettes for the rest of them. And they slip a 21-year-old they know at the movie theatre some cash to buy them cheap beer, and pot sometimes too. But, Tony says he never does that stuff. He says they're all dumb enough without any help."

We both laughed at this. It was funny to hear that Tony didn't think too highly of the other older teens. In this neighborhood, it felt like there was a constant generational war between the older teens finding the younger ones annoying, and the younger ones finding the older ones to be lazy and gross.

Even though Alex and I had hung out a ton of times since we met last summer, I felt like I had never heard him talk about anything as personal as all this stuff before. Honestly, most of our conversations this past year were pretty surface-level. Compared to the stuff he just talked about, even jerking off together didn't feel quite as... invasive?

As horny as I was feeling, I also craved more of this kind of talk. I wanted to know more about Alex so I could better understand the kid behind that disarmingly handsome face. Plus, having jerked off once already definitely took the edge off my horniness... though I was still eager to get my hands on Alex's dick for a second time.

As we started the next round I couldn't decide if I wanted to win or lose. Also, Alex had quickly gotten the hang of the new waves of enemies. Even if I was the one with lots of video games at home, I think he had more of a natural knack for them than I did. While I was being indecisive, Alex opened up an early lead. I tried to rally, but I never caught up with him.

"Truth or Dare, Jesse?" Alex demanded with a grin.

I briefly considered a dare to put us back on a hornier track, but I was curious to know what he was curious to ask me. So, I said, "I'll take a truth" and braced myself for his question.

"Would you want to have a brother?" That's not a question I was expecting from him.

"I mean... not NOW," I said with a laugh. "As funny as it would be to see my dad have to change diapers every day, I feel like it would be total overload to live with a baby."

Alex laughed at me. "No, dude. Just in general. Any age you want. Younger or older. Or, I dunno, a twin."

I didn't know how to answer that question. I didn't really know what it meant to have a brother - a lot of my information was gleaned from hanging out with Alex! And, for me, a lot of the fascination of having one would be having another dick that wasn't my dad's under the same roof... but I knew that Alex didn't feel that way about his own brothers.

"Man, this is a hard one. I guess... I guess it would be fun to have a slightly older brother. Like, just as much older as you than Corey. I dunno, I feel like I'd be crap about defending a younger brother and teaching them cool stuff like Tony does for you. I'm not that cool."

"You're cool!" Alex said, interrupting me.

"You just think I'm cool because I bring you video games to play and I have an idea on how you can keep jerking off while you cum," I said, giving him a playful kick with my bare foot. "If you knew me in school you'd just think I was another random nerd."

"Never," he said with a laugh, reaching out to give me a retaliatory ticklish jab in the ribs.

"Anyway," I said, giggling as I defended myself from more of his prodding, "I think I'd want a slightly older brother like you. Someone to hang out with and do fun stuff with, but who has things just a little more figured out than I do." I didn't explicitly say "things like jerking off," but maybe it was implied.

"I don't have all that much figured out," Alex said with a shrug. "I just don't worry about anything too much and figure it out as it happens."

"Yeah, well, maybe you could teach me how to do that," I said. "Because I am the king of overthinking everything."

"Maybe that's why I'm kicking your ass at your own game," Alex shot back cockily.

We went back to playing. The next zone seemed like it went on forever - maybe because I had a feeling we were about to get to our second round of jerking off. Eventually, we defeated the final boss, and Alex had a ton more kills than I did. He was definitely better at this game than I was.

When he asked me "Truth or Dare?" I replied with "Dare!" almost before the words were out of his mouth.

"Jesse, I dare you to show me your idea for jerking me while I cum without me shooting everywhere."

"Are you ready to go again?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.

We both looked down at his briefs. His package was filled out, with the outline of his dick pointing up and to one side, the head brushing just below the line of the elastic.

"Yeah, I could go again. Maybe with some spit. Especially if you're going to jerk it through the end."

"That's what you want, right?" I asked him. I loved the idea of Alex telling me exactly what he wanted me to do to him without any ambiguity.

"Totally," he said with a grin. "I want you to jerk me while I shoot." Ugh, it was so hot to hear him say it like that. "So, what's the idea?"

I got up off the bed and walked over to the corner where I had dumped my bag. I pulled out a spare set of long socks.

"I brought extra clothes out of habit, but it's not like my socks got dirty studying today. I can wear the same pair home tomorrow."

"What are you gonna do with socks that you can't do with a tissue?"

"Take out your dick and I'll show you."

That was the most direct I'd been with him so far, and he followed my direction without any hesitation. I got the same feeling I had the first time around - that after sharing so much information in the game of Truth or Dare we were now in this together, on a level playing field.

He pulled out his dick, which was hard all over again. His bullet-shaped red head was visibly pulsing. I wanted to kneel down in front of him and jam it right into my mouth.

"Hold it like you're going to jack it," I instructed, knowing I'd have my own chance to hold it in just a few moments.

"Sure," he replied, and assumed the position. I sat next to him, rolled one sock inside out to bunch it up, and then rolled it back down over his whole dick and fist so the elastic cuff was around his wrist. The body of the sock was a little snug on his fist, but there was plenty of room in the loose foot of the sock above for his dick to poke up into.

"Whoa," he said, giving himself a few cautious test jerks inside the sock.

"Yeah," I replied. "It just popped into my head when you were talking about shooting everywhere. We'll have to get everything really wet with spit first before we get the sock on my hand, so maybe we'll wait until you're kinda close. But, with the sock on I should be able to keep jerking the whole time you cum. It'll all wind up in the sock. Then I'll rinse it out in the bathroom later and just throw it in the laundry at home. What's one more wet sock?"

"Right," he agreed, popping the sock off his hand and handing it back to me. "Damn, a sock. How did I not think of a sock? It seems so obvious now."

I sat down next to him.

"So does jerking off, but I didn't know about that two months ago, either."

We both laughed. And, then, the moment I had been waiting on for weeks. I thought about asking if he was ready, but he was already sitting next to me with his hard dick pointing right at me. I worked up some spit in my mouth, spit it into the palm of my right hand, and then reached down and wrapped it around his erection.

Finally, I was holding Alex's cock again! It felt like I had waited for this moment for eternity rather than just over a month. It fit so perfectly into my hand, so steely hard and soft to the touch at the same time. His nest of golden pubes tickled my knuckles.

I started jerking him off with a firm grip and my thumb expertly wrapped around the back of his glans. I made sure my thumb rubbed the spot right beneath his ridge every time I stroked up or down, just the way he liked it the first time I jerked him.

"Damn, Jesse, you are so good at this. I think you are better at jerking me off than I am."

It was so hot hearing him say that. My own dick surged back to full firmness in my briefs. I loved that he thought I was good at jerking him off. That meant he would keep wanting me to do it again and again. I reached my left hand into my pants and started awkwardly swirling my foreskin around on my head while I jacked him.

"You can, uh, you can get yours out too if you want," he said.

"Okay, but one of my hands is all wet."

"Right," he replied. He reached past my jerking arm to put both his hands on my underwear elastic and yank them down. Then, before pulling his arms back, he grabbed my cock in his right hand and slowly rolled the foreskin up over my head and then back down. It took all of my concentration to keep jacking him instead of laying back and focusing on his hand on my own dick.

"So cool," he muttered, but then our attention was back on his own dick as my jerking picked up. I leaned over close to his dick and spit directly onto my jerking fist, which made everything even slicker. I kept on dragging my thumb over his head like he liked. Things were slippery enough that I could also slightly twist my thumb and forefinger at the top of my stroke the same way I could when jerking with my foreskin.

"Fuck!" Alex exclaimed, "what was that?"

"This?" I replied innocently, doing the little twist again. Alex's entire body shuddered when I did it, like I was turning his steering wheel. And, I guess I was.

"If you keep doing that I'm going to shoot pretty soon."

"Sock time?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Okay, let me get you really wet."

I stopped jerking for a moment and leaned in pretty close to his dick to spit right on the head. Like, I was maybe four inches away. If I stuck out my tongue I could almost touch it. That was the point. I wanted to put on a little show for Alex to make him think about all that sucking from Corey, and maybe plant the seed that I could be sucking him, too. I could feel his eyes on me as I let the spit dangle off of my lips onto his dick.

Mission accomplished and spit delivered, I backed off and started jerking lightly, not yet adding my thumb or the little twist.

"Can you get the sock on? My hands are a little full."

Alex was in a daze, but he nodded in agreement and used both his hands to pull the sock down over my hand and his hard dick just like I had over his fist moments ago. My hands were a little smaller than his, so it was easier to get the sock over my fist than it had been for his. He made sure to leave plenty of room at the top of the sock, and I immediately started jerking again while things were nice and wet. I used my thumb beneath his head like he loved and added my new twist at the top every second or third stroke.

Alex collapsed backward on the bed, shutting his eyes and breathing hard. Given how concerned he was about shooting everywhere, he probably never got to lie back and enjoy a jerk like this anymore unless he was in the shower.

I wished I didn't have the damn sock obscuring my view of his big dick in my hand. I sort of nudged his dick up more towards to fabric of the sock so I could at least see the outline of it within the sock while I jerked.

"Mmmmmm," Alex moaned at the new sensation of the sock brushing up against his dick while I stroked him.

He also did something new. He thrusted his pelvis a little back up against my hand. He wasn't quite in sync with my strokes, but when he pressed up during a downstroke it brushed the sock against his glans and he moaned more. Clearly, the gentle rubbing of the fabric of the sock against the side of his dick head was another fantastic addition to my repertoire.

I thought fleetingly about his brother Tony and his two-handed approach, but I didn't want to over-complicate things. We could try that some other time. It seemed like Alex was almost there.

"I'm gonna..." he panted, barely able to get the words out as he kept thrusting against my jerking and twisting. "I'm gonna shoot. Just keep going."

I kept up my rhythm but stepped up to adding my little swirl at the top of EVERY stroke. All of my spit was starting to get a little sticky from the friction of my strokes, and I didn't want to pull the sock off to start things all over again. Alex was practically writhing on the bed beside me every time my stroke crested at the top of his dick. It was like we were getting double the strokes in with all of the thrusting against me he was doing.

"Oh, oh, ohhh," he let out in three little pants, and then I could feel him starting to throb in my fist as his body thrashed beneath it. I stopped with all the fancy stuff and stuck to stroking him straight up and down at a slightly higher speed, just like I would do before my showers with my own spit-soaked dick. I felt him pulse, and then there was the feeling of something warm flowing over my hand and I knew that he was cumming.

I rubbed my hand together a little bit to get the cum mixed in with my spit and kept on jacking him.

I chanced a look up to his face. While I hadn't been looking Alex had taken one of my pillows and smothered himself with it. I could hear his somewhat muffled moaning underneath. I smiled and kept on jacking as he kept on pulsing, watching as my sock started looking soggy from the outside and feeling his slippery cum flowing between my fingers.

Finally, after what had to be almost a solid fifteen seconds of pulsing, he pulled one hand away from my pillow and placed it on my wrist to stop me from jerking.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God." His voice was still muffled by my pillow. I giggled in response. I held his sticky, softening dick in my hand and waited for him to emerge from beneath my pillow.

Alex pulled the pillow away to reveal his handsome face, which was absolutely beaming with satisfaction.

"That was the best cum of all time. I felt like it was never going to stop."

"Yeah, it went on forever. I feel so much cum in here on my hand," I said, giving his softening dick a little wiggle inside of the sock.

"Cool," he said with a little laugh. "Yeah, I can't even imagine how that would've gone without the sock. It was so amazing to feel your hand on the head even while I was shooting. I could feel each stroke up my entire spine."

I nodded in approval of my handiwork. I was curious to see what a sticky mess I had created under my sodden sock, so I slowly pulled my fist up and off of Alex's dick with the stock still clinging to it. His dick flopped out of my grip and tilted sideways, all slicked with cum.

"Don't let it hit my pubes, it's terrible getting cum out of them."

I don't know why Alex couldn't do it himself, but I enjoyed that I was still responsible for his cock. I use the sock as a sock puppet and made it munch on his cock, sopping up the remaining cum it was streaked with. Satisfied that I got it all, I thought about standing up and making off with his sock to go to the bathroom - ostensibly to rinse it out, but also probably to lick some cum off my fingers. Except, I had forgotten that Alex had tugged my underwear halfway down my legs so I could fidget my own dick while jacking his (though, eventually, I forgot about that, too).

Alex was now out of his post-orgasmic daze and he took in the sight of me, cummy sock puppet on my dominant hand, draped sideways across the bed with my hard cock defying gravity to point straight out from my body.

Alex got on his hands and knees and crawled a bit closer to me. He nudged me backward with the palm of his hand until I was laying flat on my back with my dick jutting up in the air. Instead of laying next to me, he sort of crawled down toward my dick to give it a closer look. I couldn't quite see what he was doing over his back and shoulders from my vantage point, but I could swear I felt his breath on my hardness and it made me want to spontaneously cum.

Finally, I felt something firm on my penis. It was Alex's hand. He wasn't roughly jerking me like he did the first time without spit, just gently exploring my hardness. He gripped it carefully with thumb and fingers on either side and slid upward, and I could feel my foreskin sliding back up over my glans. I swear I could feel his breath again as he looked closely.

"It's just so cool. Like, the more I look at it, the more wild it is to me that you have this skin that is just..." he gave my dick an up-and-down pump, this time slightly more firmly but still using my foreskin to glide, "...it's a jerking off machine. Attached to your actual dick. And they actually take this OFF of most guys!"

"I know! It doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, your dick is awesome, but it certainly couldn't have hurt to leave it on, right?"

"Right," he agreed as he kept smoothly jacking me with a gentle grip. He adjusted his body so he was now lying alongside me, propped up on his left elbow with his right hand jacking me in a sort of sideways grip from what he'd use on himself. That put us almost exactly in a 69 position, though his legs were angled away from me at the head of the bed.

I wanted to focus on his still-exposed floppy dick within arms' reach, but I was too hard, and his careful jacking felt too good. Even though I had just cum an hour before, after three days of abstaining I felt as ready to pop as ever. Plus, I had been WAITING for this - my dick in Alex's hand again! As much as I liked him dropping spit onto me right from his mouth the first time we jerked off together, I LOVED that he was becoming as obsessed with my foreskin as I was.

I just laid back and enjoyed his jacking, like he had mine.

"You know," I said in a near-whisper, "if you're careful with my skin you can do the same swirl thing I was doing on your dick."

He paused in his jerking and looked from my dick up to my face. "What? How?"

"Uh... I guess I'll try it with my left, I don't want to get my dick all sticky." I reached down with my left hand and clumsily managed the opposite of my normal grip, showing off how I gave a gentle twist of my foreskin at the top of my stroke as if I were opening a twist-off bottle. I did it once or twice and then Alex pushed my hand away and took over. He executed the twist a little differently than I had, especially since his hand was the other way around, but also because he was being extra gentle with my skin this time around.

I didn't mind at all. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes, enjoying myself while he got a good rhythm going.

I never felt like my earlier experiences with putting dicks in my mouth were sexual. THIS was sexual. Equally as sexual as the urgent, writhing jacking I had just done for Alex, but in a vastly different way. He wasn't hurriedly ushering me towards an orgasm. He was slowly, deliberately, ENJOYING my cock with his hand as much as I was enjoying his hand with my cock. Plus, he was drinking in every erect inch of it with his eyes the entire time.

The whole situation made me feel so hot. We weren't penetrating each other, but it felt like what we were doing was HAVING SEX. I lay there and focused on the feelings in my penis, the way his grip felt on my dick head through my skin, the skin rolling on and off the glans - everything about this slow, gentle, deliberate jacking.

After what couldn't have been more than a minute, I started to feel like I was going to spontaneously cum at any second. My dick was bobbing and twitching like wild under Alex's grip as he continued his steady stroke, twist, stroke, twist.

"I'm getting close, Alex."

He nodded, his face still tantalizingly close to my cock. I guess since he just saw me get off without shooting there was nothing to worry about, from his perspective. He just jerked and kept jerking. But, I did notice he sped up ever so slightly and was finally holding me a bit more firmly - more like I held myself.

But the best part wasn't even the jerking. It was him STARING at my penis. I continued feeling the pleasure of his strokes while I watched his face watching my dick, and that's what finally sent me over the edge. I started spasming and pulsing in his hand, and he kept on jerking me, twist and all, as I pressed my head back into the mattress and had a body-rocking orgasm.

Alex continued jacking my cock right through my spasms and past them. Way past them. To be fair, he didn't have a decreasing trickle of cum to signal the end of my orgasm. Eventually, my dick started to deflate a little and I reached out my left hand to tap him on the hip to signal he should stop.

"How was it?" he asked. I guess I was a lot less verbal about all of it than he was.

"So good. I loved how light of a touch you used and the steady pace. I wouldn't have the patience to do that myself. And, how your hand was coming from a different direction than usual. That was cool, too." I left out about how hot it was that he was watching me so closely and how I swore I could feel his warm breath on my dick a few times.

We just lay there on the bed, him with his hand around me, me with one hand still brushing up against his hip. I wanted to stay like that forever... but, I did have one other concern to attend to: getting my long-awaited taste.

"Uh... Alex? I'd really like to keep laying here, but I have to go rinse this sock out before your cum dries up and turns into glue."

"Oh, shit," he chuckled, regarding the soggy, cum-streaked sock puppet still on my right hand. He let go of my dick, maybe a bit reluctantly. Or maybe it was my imagination. "I totally forgot about that."

I sat up awkwardly, leveraging myself up with my left hand and my right elbow while trying not to touch anything with the sock on my right hand.

"I might need your help with my underwear and PJ bottoms," I told him. "I'm still working with only one hand here."

"Got it," he said. I slid forward to the edge of the bed and he slid off of it and knelt down at the foot. That put him exactly at eye level with my dick once again, and once again it was starting to get a bit hard.

"Dude, are you seriously ready to go again? It's been, like, two minutes."

"The day I figured out I could jerk without spit I did it FIVE TIMES from waking up to bedtime."

"That is WILD. I think the quickest I've ever gotten to four times was across two days. Like, afternoon, evening, early morning, next afternoon."

"Yeah, that one day is my record so far. And, actually, I guess I had jacked in the shower the night before and that would've been around 8pm, so really it was five times in twenty-six hours."

"It's because you have this damn jacking machine attached to your dick," he said. I was surprised to see him reach out to fiddle my foreskin around on my dick head. It was a totally casual touch - he was handling my dick not explicitly to get me off, but just to play with it.

"Alex, you better pull up my pants and undies. Unless... you want to keep going."

Alex didn't say anything, but he gave me two more quick jerks before yanking my bottoms the rest of the way up. I stood, walked to the door, unlocked it with my left hand, looked both ways down the hall to make sure neither grandparent was in sight, and then slipped into the bathroom.

I immediately turned on the water in the sink, as I was meant to be rinsing out the sock. But, I didn't run it under the water right away. The cum on the outside was getting dry and tacky already, but when I pulled out my hand from the inside it still had the fresh smell of Alex's sperm. I guess keeping it all clenched inside the sock made it so it didn't get dried out as fast as the outside.

It had been a fresh-from-the-drawer sock, and the only stuff inside of it was my spit that touched Alex's dick and Alex's cum. Basically, nothing I wouldn't want in my mouth. I took the plunge and jammed my index finger into my mouth, sucking all of the sticky stuff off of it. It had that same weird sweet and sour taste as the first time, and I was immediately fully hard from it.

I could probably jack off again right there, but Alex would certainly be suspicious if I came back without my erection. I licked more of Alex's cum off of my fingers like melted ice cream off a cone. It didn't matter that it was weirdly bitter against the back of my tongue as I swallowed. All that mattered was that it was a taste of Alex. That made it the sweetest thing I had tasted in my entire life.

Then, reluctantly, I rinsed my hand off under the water along with the sock and wrung it out. My grandparents never used that bathroom, so I left it hanging over the nozzle in the shower to dry off and returned to my bedroom.

Alex nodded at my return as I locked the door behind me again. He was still lying on the bed.

"Do you want to play the game a little more?" I asked.

"Eh. It's cool, but I think I like fighting games better." That surprised me, since he was much better at my shooter than he was at our typical fighting games. "And, honestly, I'm kinda wiped from paying attention to studying all day. And jacking twice in two hours."

I was sad to know my specially engineered night with Alex would be ending so early, but I had to admit I was pretty tired too.

"Alright," I said, switching off the game system and the TV. "You can go brush your teeth while I get my sleeping bag out of the closet and set it up on the floor for you."

"Wait," Alex said.

"What?" I was genuinely confused. Had I said something wrong?

"Why do we need a sleeping bag?" he asked.

I considered. It's not like either of us needed a lot of privacy from the other one at this point. We had seen and touched just about everything we could see and touch.

"I guess we don't need it. You wanna just sleep in the bed with me?"

"Yeah, sure," he said. I wondered if Alex sometimes slept in the same bed as either of his brothers. Maybe on vacation, or something. I hadn't done this sort of thing since my long-ago sleepover when I briefly put a dick in my mouth for the first time.

We both headed to the bathroom to brush our teeth together, grinning and jostling each other at the sink the whole time. I guess this was what he meant about having brothers sharing your bathroom. There must be a lot of interrupting each other and vying for a spot. I loved it, but I'm sure it would get old if it happened every night for my entire childhood.

Back in my room, I gestured for Alex to climb into the bed ahead of me. He pulled down the covers and took the right side of the bed, up against the wall.

I flicked off the wall switch and climbed up my bed from the foot to slide under the covers next to Alex. My bare legs brushed against his as I stretched them down beneath the blanket. My bed was a full, which meant there would be room for each of us, but not too much. Our bodies would probably bump into each other all night long.

I couldn't wait.

*****

Thank you for reading! I'd love for you to email me to let me know your thoughts about the story so far.

Jesse managed to push things a bit farther with Alex here and was rewarded with more of a taste than he's ever gotten before. But, is their night over yet? I already know the answer, because I've already written the next chapter!

While you're waiting for Chapter 5, you should keep an eye out for the debut of my second story on Nifty: "Too Hot for My Stepbrother." It will be a masturbation-focused slow burn similar to this one, but with very different dynamics between the main characters.

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Until next time - NK-Writes