A Decision for Jarren - 10. Chapter 10

Nash pulled the hem of Jarren’s shirt out from his jeans and Jarren lifted his arms up so the offending item of clothing could be removed. Jarren mirrored the maneuver and Nash’s shirt ended up on the floor next to his. Nash gently pushed Jarren back onto the bed. Once more their lips fused together and it wasn’t nearly enough for either man. Nash covered Jarren’s hips with his own, grinding his hard on along the matching one underneath the denim material.

Jarren pulled back slightly, desperately needing air. He had gone from zero to sixty in about five seconds and already he felt like he was ready to explode, He needed to slow down, but he didn’t want to. At the same time he was hesitant. Up until this point his only sexual experience had been quick hook ups, just to get off, no emotions involved. He didn’t know what Nash wanted and he wasn’t sure how to ask.

“Nash, wait, just hold on a second, please? I’ve never done this before. I don’t mean sex, I mean, yeah, I’ve done that. Well, at least most of it. I’ve never bottomed before, just topped. Fuck! I sound like an idiot!” Jarren took a breath so he could refocus and then, more slowly, said “I think what I’m trying to say is that I’ve never had a relationship before. It’s always been quick hand jobs or blow jobs. I’ve topped maybe a dozen guys or so in my life and most of the time I felt like I had no idea what I was doing. What am I supposed to do?” Jarren’s eyes met Nash’s and he was blown away by the look of pure want reflected in them.

Nash’s eyes were hooded and he smiled. His face transformed and his expression was like a kid who had just been given the keys to the toy store and told to take whatever he wanted. “Jarren, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I, however, want to find out what makes you tick.”

“What do you mean?” asked Jarren.

Nash licked his lips and replied “I mean, I want to find out what happens when I kiss you here.” Nash placed a soft kiss on Jarren’s shoulder and smiled at the quick intake of breath he got from the other man.

“I want to know what happens when I do this.” Nash placed a sucking kiss at the hot spot where Jarren’s neck met his shoulder and was pleased when the response was a shiver and a soft moan. He admired the reddened skin for a moment.

“I need to know what happens when I do this.” Nash dragged his tongue along Jarren’s chest until he reached his nipple that was peaked in anticipation. Nash sucked the bud into his mouth and then gave it a quick little nip, eliciting a hiss from Jarren.

“I want to explore you.” Nash kissed his other nipple, causing another hiss.

“I need to know what makes you moan.” Jarren moaned as Nash took his time and ever so slowly, dragged his tongue through the soft blonde hairs tapering from his hard chest along the ridges of ab muscles to his belly button.

Nash’s tongue dipped into the little divot and Jarren let out a snicker. “I want to know what tickles you.” he said, his voice gravelly.

“I want to discover what makes you hold your breath.” Nash’s fingers deftly unbuckled Jarren’s belt and slowly slid his zipper down over the prominent distension. He pushed the jeans down over the slim hips that were lifted up automatically, skimming his fingertips over ass muscles that were like chiseled granite. When the jeans finally cleared his feet Jarren let out the breath he had been holding.

“I want to find out what gives you goosebumps.” Jarren felt nothing but heat as Nash’s mouth descended over the thin material of his black boxer briefs and tasted the already damp spot directly over his weeping crown. His skin broke out in goosebumps as Nash’s thumbs hooked the sides of his briefs and slowly pulled them down, dragging his fingernails lightly against his skin, allowing the cool air to hit his hot flesh. Jarren’s dick sprang free and slapped against his stomach and bounced back, settling dangerously close to Nash’s full, red lips.

Jarren was already on the edge of the cliff, arms windmilling, when he watched as Nash opened his mouth saying “I absolutely have to know what makes you gasp out my name,” right before taking Jarren’s cock nearly all the way down his throat. Jarren wasn’t small in that department and Nash somehow managed to work at least six of his thick, but not too thick, cut, seven inches down into his wet heat.

Jarren gasped out “Nash!” as he felt Nash create an exceptional suction around his cock. It only took a few short minutes until Jarren absolutely lost control at the sensation and exploded down the man’s throat, once again gasping out his name, as the cliff gave way and he was free falling with an intense orgasm. Three or four massive shots of cum rocketed out him, Nash swallowing rapidly before tapering off as the pulses slowed down.

When Nash had licked the final drop from the tip of Jarren’s twitching dick he licked his lips, savoring the salty sweetness. He dragged his body up and pressed his bare torso against Jarren’s, loving how his breath was still coming out in short pants.

Jarren laid back on a pillow still trembling slightly. He couldn’t even remember how he got on the bed. That was one hell of an orgasm. He could feel Nash pressed up against him, rubbing his groin sensuously along his hip and as Jarren’s brain came back online he realized that Nash was still rock hard.

Gently pushing Nash, and effectively switching places, Jarren slowly ran his hand down the flat plane of Nash’s stomach, through the soft covering of dark hair that he thought was so sexy. Nash wasn’t quite a bear, but he definitely had more hair than Jarren’s smattering of chest hair and thin treasure trail. It was just perfect, Jarren thought.

Jarren smiled as he heard the quick intake of air that he caused when his fingers slid beneath the waist of Nash’s jeans. Two could play at this game. He gently teased the skin along Nash’s hip bone, just barely covered, and was pleased when he was rewarded with another hissing intake of air. Jarren made quick work of undoing Nash’s jeans and sliding them and his boxers off in one motion.

Nash let out a groan when Jarren grasped his hard shaft firmly and ran his thumb along the oozing head. Jarren rubbed his palm over the slit, coating it with the slickness that leaked out before using it to lube the hardness as he started to slowly stroke. He watched in fascination as Nash’s hard prick twitched and leaked under his ministrations. He varied his strokes, sometimes long and slow, sometimes short and quick. He elicited a variety of grunts, groans and moans from the man trembling beneath his hand. He was able to keep Nash on the edge for quite a while, loving the sounds coming from him.

When Jarren added a slight twisting motion Nash cried out “Jarren, please!” Jarren had just found out what made Nash beg. Not wanting to torture the sexy man any further, Jarren switched to combining all of his motions. He started giving the weeping cock long, fast strokes, adding in the twist every few upsweeps, hitting the sensitive underside with his thumb just right. Nash was humping into his fist and at last Jarren felt his body stiffen and watched, mesmerized as the cock in his hand burst like a dam. White cum shot out, the first blast landing on Jarren’s shoulder, the next landing in the soft pelt on Nash’s chest. In all seven or eight shots left a trail down Nash’s torso, the last one landing in the soft, neatly trimmed pubes close to their source. Jarren leaned down and stole a kiss from Nash, giving the man’s cock one last, soft squeeze as he did and chuckled as he heard “Mmmnnnggfffttt,” as a response.

Nash and Jarren let the silence descend over them as they both recovered. Each man was lost in his own thoughts and it was OK. It was a comfortable silence as they sorted out the various emotions that they had each gone through.

Jarren snuggled up into Nash’s side and sighed contentedly. It didn’t take long before he felt himself being lulled to sleep by the gentle rise and fall of Nash’s chest as his head rested on the soft hairs. Nash nudged him awake and Jarren looked up into those gorgeous blue eyes.

“C’mon, I don’t want to wake up all crusty in the morning and I don’t think you want your face glued to my chest hair. I know I don’t want your face glued there. That wouldn’t tickle when you had to pry it off.” Nash told him as he shifted and sat up.

Jarren got an incredible view of Nash’s fine, chiseled ass as he strode to the bathroom. Without turning around Nash prompted “Stop gawking at my ass and get yours up and into the shower so we can go to bed.”

Jarren wasn’t sure until this moment if Nash wanted him to stay. He had come over without any expectations, just wanting to let things happen. While he wasn’t happy that Nash had endured so much heartache, he was happy that Nash had let him in to see who he really was. They still had to figure out where things were going, but that could wait. He stepped into the shower next to Nash and let the water sluice over them both, enjoying the heat. They took their time washing each other, gently exploring, the intent to learn about each other rather than excite. Both men got hard again, but it wasn’t an insistent hardness that demanded attention, rather a ‘here I am and that feels good’ hardness that was more pleasurable than arousing. Once they were clean, Nash turned off the water and handed Jarren a towel.

Jarren was once more wide awake and as he wrapped the towel around his waist he tentatively asked Nash “What did you mean when you said that you didn’t mind the kinky stuff that Kyle was into?”

Nash looked back at Jarren rather pensively before answering, “Let’s get comfortable again. It’s not a simple explanation.”

Jarren nodded and headed back into Nash’s bedroom where they both dried off. Nash pulled out two pair of gym shorts and tossed one to Jarren, who pulled them up over his hips. The two men were similar in build and the shorts fit just fine.

They settled back onto the bed, this time sitting up. Nash propped up a pillow and leaned back against the headboard with his knees pulled up. Jarren sat opposite him with his legs criss-crossed, leaning slightly forward to listen to what Nash had to say.

“I guess I need to go back and explain a little more about the relationship I had with Kyle.” Nash began. “He was a couple of years older than me and liked to be in control. Looking back I can now see that he manipulated me. I was young and had no clue how a relationship should be. My parents weren’t exactly a stellar example. I can’t ever remember seeing them hold hands, or kiss each other the way other kid’s parents did. I never really thought about it until much later. Kyle, well, let’s just say that he was the one who always took the lead. He was the one who first approached me. He was the one who suggested that we move in together, and that was only a month after we met. He was the one who pushed me to convince Kristi to have the baby. He was smooth, I gotta give him that much. He was the first one to say ‘I love you’. So, naturally he was the one who took control in the bedroom as well. Kyle liked to dictate what happened, whether it be hand jobs, blow jobs, or anal. However, he was always the one who topped. Being young, I hadn’t had all that much sexual experience, several hookups, one guy who lasted about three weeks. Up until then I had experienced both ways, mostly topping myself.”

Nash looked at Jarren, making sure he was alright with the direction the conversation was going. Jarren just nodded for him to continue. “So Kyle slowly introduced me to his “kinky side’, as he liked to call it. He enjoyed blindfolding me, sometimes tying my hands together, sometimes my feet and other times both. Being blindfolded didn’t bother me, nor did being tied up. Kyle, if anything, was a considerate lover. He always got me off, but it was on his terms. I never was allowed the chance to reciprocate, I was shot down the few times I asked. I learned that bondage can be intensely sensual as well as sexual. There’s something about not being able to see and predict what your lover is going to do next that heightens the experience. That is what I meant by not minding some of the kinkier things he did. I wasn’t into the role play as much. Kyle got turned on by his partner being a victim. He wanted me to be the proverbial damsel in distress where he could swoop in and be the knight in shining armour. In retrospect it was just another way of him controlling me. By the time I realized what was going on it was way too late. The only thing that kept me from sinking further into his manipulative ways was Julia. I instinctively knew I had to have the upper hand when it came to any decisions regarding her. I think that may have contributed to him being so easily swayed by my mother. She was trying to offer him another way to control me, and by extent, Julia. Thankfully if didn’t work.”

Jarren bit his lower lip, not quite knowing how to put into words what he wanted to ask Nash. Nash saw the hesitancy and reassured him “You can ask me anything Jarren, if this is going to work we have to be honest with each other.”

Nodding slowly, Jarren managed to say “Do you still want that sort of stuff?”

Nash smiled, understanding where Jarren’s reticence was coming from. “Jarren, I enjoy some light bondage, playing with toys, and stuff like edging, but if it’s not something you’re interested in then I’m OK with not doing it. I just want you to be comfortable with what we do. You said you’ve never bottomed before. I can deal with that. I’m comfortable both ways. I think Kyle never bottomed because it was too ‘gay’ for him. He said he was bisexual and maybe he was, but now that I'm not involved with him anymore, I’m thinking that he actually tilted more to the straight side. His way of dealing with the gay side was to be the one in control. What he never realized was that in a true D/s relationship it’s the sub who’s in control. I’ve looked into the lifestyle, I’ve spoken at length with both Doms and subs. Either one will tell you that it’s the sub that controls the game even if it’s the Dom who holds all the cards. In the end I decided that it wasn’t the right choice for me. I don’t need that type of control to enjoy sex. I’m just as happy giving or receiving. It’s fun to sometimes have the added excitement of being blindfolded or tied up, but it’s not necessary for a healthy relationship.”

“What if I said I wanted to try it?” Jarren said softly.

Nash leaned forward and placed his forehead against Jarren’s and whispered “Then we would try it.” His lips pressed against Jarren’s in a soft, reassuring kiss, conveying a sense of trust.

“Jarren, if you want to explore some new things just let me know. There’s a lot I’ve never tried and some things I think might be fun. I’ll make a deal with you. We can go slow, take our time and learn what each of us likes and dislikes. I really enjoyed what we did earlier. I’d love to explore a lot more. I really do want to know what is going to make you scream my name. You are so responsive and truthfully, it’s a major turn on for me. That’s what I’d love to focus on, finding out every one of your responses to me. So how about we agree to explore each other thoroughly. If it’s something either of us sees as kinky or out of the ordinary then we ask if it’s alright. I never want to make you uncomfortable.” Nash told him.

Jarren was on a roll and bolstered by his newfound confidence in himself asked “What about pain? Is that something you got into as well?”

“No, not really. Kyle was into spanking, but anything more than some light smacks on the ass and I put my foot down. I can see the appeal, there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and when done right some pain can feel good. I just never really got off on it like he did. Again, I think it boiled down to his control issue. Why, is that something that scares you or excites you?”

Jarren had to think for a moment. “Both, I think?” he replied.

Nash’s eyes focused on Jarren’s and he assured him “The only kind of pain I want to inflict on you is that white hot, searing pain you feel in the split second before you cum. You know, when your balls are drawn up so tight and you can feel every muscle strain for release. It’s a pain so intense that you scream out as it morphs into the most all-consuming pleasure you can ever have as your cock explodes. That’s the kind of pain I want to see on your face.”

Jarren’s mouth was open and his breathing quickened. He was once again sporting a raging erection and Nash’s words were the reason. He could see the tent that had formed in Nash’s shorts, it matched his own. Jarren watched as a small wet spot formed. His mouth watered. He had to taste it. He reached down and grabbed Nash’s shorts, poking him to get him to lift his hips so he could rid the man of the fabric that was only getting in the way. He gripped Nash’s legs and pulled him down so his head was on the pillow. Then Jarren leaned over and slid the slick shaft between his lips, tasting the sweet precum that was leaking out. His tongue lapped up the fluid and he followed up by engulfing the hard rod into his hot mouth.

Nash groaned and his hips bucked involuntarily, his hard cock pressing up against the back of Jarren’s throat. Nash wasn’t a slouch either in the size department, slightly shorter, but a tad bit thicker than Jarren. Nash looked at the lips wrapped around him and his eyes rolled back as he felt those cheeks hollow out as they sucked hard. “Nnnghhhh” was the only sound he was capable of. ‘Fucking-A, Jarren has some serious cock sucking skills’, he thought as he felt a red hot tongue flick at the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock. Those lips traced their way down, licking and sucking before settling on Nash’s balls. He could feel them nuzzling through the soft, trimmed hair lightly covering his sac. He damn near came when Jarren slowly sucked one of his balls inside the wet heat of his mouth, rolling it over his tongue and then matched the maneuver on the other ball sac. Son of a bitch, that was incredible. Nash’s breathing was coming in short, harsh bursts and when Jarren moved up quickly and swallowed his cock down to the root, he found himself on the edge of the abyss. All it took was Jarren humming around his cock, which, by the way, could cut through steel at this point, and as soon as Nash felt the first vibration of Jarren’s ‘mmmmmmmmm’, he felt that flash of intense pain that instantly changed to pleasure as his cock swelled and then exploded down Jarren’s throat. Jarren had pulled back slightly so he could take in every last drop. Nash bucked and trembled as his orgasm ran its course. Finally Jarren gave one last lick to clean off the remaining cum that dribbled out. Nash pulled him up and shoved his tongue into Jarren’s mouth, lips swollen from their recent workout, tasting himself in the process. Their tongues duelled, sparring to taste the final remnants of Nash’s orgasm.

Feeling Jarren’s rock hard erection Nash didn’t hesitate to pull his lips away and refocus them on the steely flesh begging for attention. He didn’t think he could ever get sick of the flavor that was uniquely Jarren. Nash pushed Jarren’s legs back so he could lavish attention on the balls that were once again heavy with need. He let his tongue trace their way around them and not feeling any resistance from Jarren he reached further down and lapped at the sweet taint that beckoned to him. He heard Jarren gasp and thought that was one of the sexiest sounds he had ever heard. He lifted his head and with his eyes sought permission for what he wanted to do next. Smiling as Jarren gave a slight nod he let his tongue slide further down until it reached the tight, pink puckered hole. Jarren’s entire body shuddered as Nash gently prodded the tight muscle, licking and sucking until he felt it relax somewhat. He moved back up and let his mouth hover over the weeping tip of Jarren’s cock, allowing his hot breath to flow across the crown. He locked his gaze onto Jarren’s and slowly brought one hand up to the man’s red lips. He slid his index finger in and gently ran the digit over the silky wet tongue. Instinctively Jarren sucked on the finger probing his mouth, knowing what was coming next. Nash let Jarren slick up his finger and then pulled it from the wet heat and reached down and let it press gently against the tight hole still wet from his tongue. Nash let his lips touch the tip of Jarren’s cock as the tip of his finger breached the hole. Knowing that Jarren would have a hard time focusing on the two sensations assaulting his body at the same time, Nash moved his mouth and finger in tandem, slowing inserting his index finger into Jarren’s ass as his mouth engulfed the rigid cock. He made sure his finger bottomed out at the same moment his nose hit the trimmed blond bush at the base of Jarren’s shaft.

Jarren’s body literally didn’t know what to do. While he had experienced plenty of mouths wrapped around his cock, he never had a finger or anything else up his ass. At first it felt a little weird and then as Nash’s mouth began to suck gently, his finger began moving in its quest. Jarren savored the new sensation for a moment, slowly getting used to the feeling. He decided he liked it. As soon as his brain registered that decision he felt Nash’s finger hit something that had him bucking up like a bronco. What the fuck was that!? “Nash!” he cried. Jarren humped his ass back, reaching again for that sensation. He felt, rather than heard Nash chuckle against his dick, the rumbling sensation only adding to his overload.

It didn’t take much, Nash merely had to crook his finger against that spot one more time while sucking in as much of Jarren’s cock as he could and Jarren exploded once again down the back of his throat. Thrust after thrust pushed out volleys of cum, causing Nash to swallow rapidly so as to not lose a drop. Finally spent, both men lay nearly boneless as they allowed themselves to recover from the intensity. Nash managed to slide up next to Jarren and pulled the other man close, letting him rest his head on top of his chest. Nash slowly threaded his fingers through the soft locks, enjoying the texture of the silky strands.

The only sound that could be heard was the sound of their breathing slowly coming back to normal. Jarren drew in a deep breath and let it out with a contented hum. That was another incredible orgasm and he relished the afterglow. He decided that he definitely wanted to explore everything that Nash had to offer. Jarren listened as Nash’s breathing evened out as he drifted into that half sleep, half awareness stage that happens right before you fall asleep. Jarren felt it as Nash drifted off to sleep, his arms relaxing their hold. Yeah, Jarren definitely want to do more exploring with Nash and he looked forward to new discoveries.