A Decision for Jarren - 15. Chapter 15

They had settled on the couch in the living room and Jarren was enjoying his first foray into the world of men’s sex toys. He and Nash spent quite some time looking at various web sites trying to sort out all the different types of cock rings, cages and even butt plugs that were available. After much debate and more than a little laughter, with a little bit of ‘what the fuck is THAT?’ thrown in, Jarren decided to order a basic, easy release silicone cock ring as well as a stretchy cock and ball ring combination. He thought the Xtreme Vibe Pierced Tongue Cock Ring for Him might be a bit too much, although it did come in a really cool electric blue color. He never realized how many different variations of dildos were available either. He and Nash decided to tackle that at a later time.

Nash loved the fact that Jarren had shed the hesitation and trepidation surrounding his sexuality. He now embraced it enthusiastically and with curiosity. Nash had experience in the world of BDSM, even if it was on the fringes. Kyle had a wide assortment of toys that he used on Nash often and they had dipped their toes into voyeurism and group sex if you counted the night Kristi got pregnant. Nash had been amazed at Jarren’s response to being blindfolded and he wanted to explore more with him. Nash knew that they would never be the type of couple to frequent a BDSM club. For one thing, he was too possessive when it came to Jarren, and second he thought it was nobody else’s business what they did in the bedroom.

Toys, however, were a different matter altogether. As long as they were both willing and enjoyed whatever it was they were doing there was no reason not to explore. Nash was excited just thinking about it. He also knew that they could easily be happy with plain old vanilla sex. He already knew that he could pull the same reactions out of Jarren with just his hands and tongue.

Jarren shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back against Nash’s hairy chest as Nash leaned against the arm of the couch. He loved the feel of the semi-coarse hair underneath him. “So what are your favorite toys? I honestly never knew there was so much out there. I feel so damn sheltered.”

Nash chuckled and he replied “I don’t know if I really have a favorite. I wasn’t into flogging or whips. Dildos and vibrators can be fun. I guess I really enjoyed anything that created a goosebump sensation when drawn over my skin. There’s household items you can use for that rather than buy a whole bunch of toys. Stuff like kitchen utensils. It’s funny how different the tines of a fork can feel when you can’t see and someone scrapes them lightly over your skin.”

“What was that thing that we saw that looked like a spiky pizza cutter?” Jarren asked.

“A Wartenburg wheel? Is that what you’re thinking of?” Nash countered.

“Yeah, that’s it. I think maybe I’d like to try something like that sometime. It looks, um, tame, but not. I think. I dunno, it just looks like something I want to try.” Jarren said. Nash could see the pink blush blooming along his torso.

Nash hummed and replied “You mean it’s something that gets you horny just thinking about it, doesn’t it?”

Jarren laughed. “Busted!” he admitted.

“Let’s keep it at the top of the wish list. I can think of other things to do to you that don’t involve anything other than what we were born with.” Nash told Jarren as his cock started to spring back to life.

Jarren pushed back against Nash, trapping the rising member beneath him. Nash pulled Jarren close and flicked his nipples with his thumbs and smiled when Jarren jumped in response. So damn sensitive. Nash pictured Jarren wearing nipple clamps and as his cock throbbed to full erection he sure as hell hoped that Jarren would want to try that too. Their wish list was going to end up looking like a five year old’s list for Santa, a mile long.

Jarren was tenting out his own boxer briefs as Nash gently tweaked and pinched his nipples. He shoved his thumbs into his waistband and shucked off the offending material. Nash looked down over Jarren’s shoulder and decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. He reached down and swiped his index finger over the head of Jarren’s dick, rubbing back and forth until the crown was slick. Nash brought his precum covered finger up to Jarren’s lips and let him lick his own fluid off of his finger.

Nash had an overwhelming urge to taste Jarren. “Stand up” he ordered. Jarren was quick to comply and in an instant Nash had Jarren’s cock halfway down his throat. Jarren felt the hot tongue laving the underside of his shaft and he moaned in appreciation. Looking down he saw Nash’s lips turn upward in a smile while wrapped around the hard appendage. Nash pulled off with a loud ‘pop’ and decided that now would be as good a time as any to fulfil Jarren’s fantasy.

Nash shot Jarren a devilish grin and told him “In the bedroom, on your back, legs hanging off the end, and spread them wide.” Jarren grinned back like an escapee from an asylum and nearly ran back to the bedroom. Nash followed him, chuckling all the way. Sure enough, Jarren was spread out on the end of the bed naked as the day he was born, stiff cock standing proudly, just waiting for attention.

Nash meandered over to his closet and took his time selecting two ties from his whopping collection of three. Still clad in his boxer briefs, which by now were straining obscenely, he slowly walked toward Jarren and stopped on the right side of the bed. Jarren’s hands were already stretched above his head. His back was slightly arched and his ribs outlined just underneath the ridge of muscle covering them. Nash thought it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. He could feel the wet spot on his briefs get just a tad bit bigger. He had a hard time making up his mind trying to decide if he wanted Jarren’s hands tied together or if each one should be tied separately. He imagined Jarren’s arms splayed wide and nodded to himself. Spread eagle it was. Still taking his own sweet time and deliberately adding to Jarren’s tortuous wait, he tied first the right hand, and then the left to the headboard with a snug, but not tight slip knot. He thanked the Boy Scouts for that one.

“Not too tight is it?” Nash asked.

Jarren answered by shaking his head slightly and rotating his wrists to show Nash that he could move them around. Nash let out a long breath and nodded. He stood at the end of the bed and spread Jarren’s knees just a little wider. Damn, but if the sight of that cock twitching like a Mexican jumping bean didn’t turn him on, he didn’t know what would. Slowly, with exquisite torment, he inched his briefs down, revealing skin just one millimeter at a time. Jarren was whimpering. Oh, fuck yeah!

Nash planted his feet just slightly apart and took hold of his throbbing cock with one hand and just held it firmly. His eyes were hooded halfway, locked on to Jarren’s. He could see Jarren’s pupils blown wide. Slowly, he raked his gaze down, taking in the pulse jumping wildly at Jarren’s throat. He gazed at Jarren’s nipples that were beaded tightly and his abs held so taut that they would probably sound like a gong if hit just right. The head of Jarren’s cock was a dark red, and his balls were swollen with need.

Nash figured he had prolonged Jarren’s agony long enough. He reached down and grabbed the bottle of lube that had been lying on the bed and poured a small measure onto the palm of his hand and proceeded to jack himself in a steady, smooth rhythm. Damn, that felt good. It was even better because he could watch Jarren watching him and he loved the way that his lover’s breath was exhaled through his lips raggedly. He knew that Jarren had no clue that he was emitting the sexiest, rumbling groans. Each sound went straight through to Nash’s balls. Jarren’s cock started leaking continuously and soon a pool of precum coated those rock hard abs, glistening in the soft light of the bedside lamp.

Nash held out as long as he could with the slow, steady strokes, until finally his dick took over and called the shots, sending an insistent signal to his brain to stroke faster. His hand had no choice but to obey. He started bucking into his hand as his fingers tightened and the movement of his palm sliding over the slick hardness increased until it was almost a blur. At last he threw his head back as he thrust his hips forward and let the first volley of milky fluid land across Jarren’s torso. Jarren pulled at the ties holding him to the headboard as he bucked his hips up, straining to find some sort of friction. Nash tugged on himself a few more times to spur on the last couple of spasms of ejaculate.

Nash leaned over Jarren’s stomach and lapped up his own cum with his tongue and then proceeded to deposit it onto the tip of Jarren’s dick, which was practically purple by now. He finally ended the other man’s anguish and latched firmly onto his cock with the steaming wet heat of his mouth. Jarren yelled out as he came. Loudly. His cock exploded and Nash had to swallow rapidly to try to keep up, but the volume Jarren emitted made it impossible. Milky fluid slipped out and slowly slid down his chin. When he had finally coaxed the last drop out, Nash wiped his chin and neck, licking the residue and savoring the taste of his lover.

When Jarren finally stopped shaking, Nash moved up and untied the slip knots. Jarren’s arms went around Nash and pulled him tight. They lay together for several minutes, letting their blood return to flowing normally through their veins.

Nash scooted up so he could hold Jarren and Jarren settled in with his head resting on Nash’s shoulder, chin resting on the fur covered chest. Jarren idly traced random patterns on Nash’s furry stomach and Nash kept his fingers occupied with drawing lazy circles over Jarren’s back. Neither man realized how intimate of a moment that it really was, each lost in his own thoughts.

Time passed and still they lay there, just wrapped up in each other, oblivious to the world around them. After an indeterminate amount of time Jarren finally yawned. Nash’s eyes were drooping. The best thing about oral sex was minimal clean up was involved. In unspoken agreement they pulled apart and got up to take care of what needed to be taken care of. Nash made sure the oven was off and the doors locked. They both brushed their teeth and got ready for bed.

Sliding back under the covers, Jarren snuggled up to Nash and said “Thank you, this entire day has been the best. I finally feel like I’m exactly the person I should be.”

“I’m glad I could help. Today has been the best day that I’ve had in a really long time. I’m so happy it was with you. Now go to sleep. Tomorrow’s a new day and I’m going to want you to fuck me, but I still get to be in charge.”

Jarren snickered and replied “OK, mon Capitan. Sounds like fun.”

Sunday was a completely lazy day for both men. They had slept in until midmorning and took their time making and eating breakfast. True to his word, Nash let Jarren do some exploring of his own, but when it actually came time to ‘do the deed’, he was the one who slid himself down slowly onto Jarren and it was he who set the pace. Jarren had no complaints whatsoever and neither did Nash. They lounged around most of the afternoon, just talking and learning about each other.

Knowing they had an early morning the next day they finally showered and dressed so Nash could drive Jarren over to his apartment to get whatever he needed for the upcoming week in Macon. They pulled into the apartment’s parking lot just after five. Jarren saw Danny’s car in its usual spot. Nash followed him up the three flights and Jarren could feel the man’s gaze attached to his ass. Teasing, he arched his back slightly and made sure he flexed his cheeks with each step. Nash retaliated by giving that hot ass a smack as it reached the top step.

Jarren let himself in with his key and Nash followed. Danny was in the kitchen chopping up some vegetables and smiled when he saw the two walk in the kitchen. “Well, well, well, lookie what we have here. Don’t you two look well and truly fucked. Congratulations,” he said, giggling.

Jarren merely saluted him with one finger and changed the subject. “So have you figured out when you’re jetting off to Europe?” he asked.

Danny nodded and replied “Yeah, I talked with the building manager and gave my 30 day notice. I’ll fly out some time during the first week of April. The company owns apartment buildings in Amsterdam, Prague and Zurich. They still haven’t decided which office they want me to work in. They said they have several other new employees and they are trying to decide who would be the best fit for which office. I don’t really care. Any of the three would be fine with me. I should know by the middle of March, which means party time here the weekend of the 24th, so block off your calendars.”

“Definitely.” Jarren confirmed. “Hey, I just need to grab some clothes for the week. I’ll come by next weekend and get the rest of my stuff so you can get that room cleared out. Are you going to need help moving stuff out of here? What are you going to do with it anyway? Storage?”

Danny said “Yeah, the company will pay for the first year on a storage unit, after that if I decide to stay there I can either continue to store it on my dime or get rid of it. Most of it is Ikea and I don’t have any real attachment. One of the advantages to being young and single, I guess. I won’t need any help packing or moving, another perk of it being a company sponsored move. I just have to pack up my personal stuff so they can ship it over. Hell my shoes alone will cost a fortune to send!”

Jarren laughed. He had seen Danny massive collection of footwear. The guy must have had close to a hundred pair. He thought about the work boots he had bought on a whim that were sitting in the closet in his bedroom in Massachusetts. They were steel toed work boots in a cool oxford, black, grey and dark blue pattern. When his depression had kicked in last year he had thought the boots seemed too gay and put them away. Now he wished he had them. Maybe he could ask Mazen to send them down. Not only were they cool looking, they were really comfortable. He made a mental note to text his brother later.

Danny told them to stay for dinner, he was just going to do a stir fry and would only need to chop up a few more veggies. Nash nodded when Jarren looked over at him. Hell a meal they didn’t have to cook sounded really good. The three of them enjoyed the simple food and the easy conversation that flowed between friends. Jarren knew he was going to miss Danny. He had become a good friend in such a short time.

By seven o’clock they had finished cleaning up and Jarren and Nash said goodbye to Danny. They promised that they wouldn’t miss the going away party before heading back to Nash’s house. They decided to call it an early night, but not so early that they didn’t have time for a little playing. Nash discovered that he really loved the sounds of Jarren’s screams when they were muffled because Jarren was on all fours with his head pressed down onto the pillow and his ass high up in the air.

Monday morning dawned bright and early and they were on the road by five. It took them just over an hour to get to Macon. Andre had a work trailer delivered to the plantation and they saw that it was parked off to the side of the long driveway near what must have been a barn at one time, but was now a large garage. The trailer was stuffy when they first went in, so the first order of business was opening a couple of windows. The weather was still rather cool and it didn’t take long for the slight breeze to circulate through the trailer. When the weather warmed up they could put in two window unit air conditioners, one at each end of the forty foot trailer to keep the space comfortable. The inside held two desks, two computers, one phone and one large filing cabinet. A copier/fax/printer was on top of the cabinet. It looked like Andre had stocked everything they would need for the next several weeks. There was a small bathroom as well as a tiny kitchenette with a sink, microwave and refrigerator. It would do for the time that they would be there. Jarren and Nash both claimed a desk, not really caring which one as they were the same. There were envelopes with permits and such that they would need to get started. There were large binders for each stage of the renovation outlining the contractors and supplies needed for each stage.

Andre had told them to call once they had a look around so they left the trailer and headed over to the old house. The structural engineer had deemed the building safe, but hell, they both could see it was going to need a lot of work. The front door was locked and swung open reluctantly when Nash turned the key. It was completely empty inside. Most of the windows were broken and had been boarded over. The front stairs needed to be replaced, the boards either very worn or showing signs of rot. The inside was in really sad shape. The walls all had holes in them, the wood floors were warped. Plaster ceilings were crumbling, all of the fixtures that remained were ancient. It was most certainly a complete gut job. Jarren figured they would need to strip everything down to the bare studs. He had been hoping that they could possibly salvage the floor, but by the looks of it, it wouldn’t be an option. Nash coughed as their footsteps displaced the thick layer of dust on the floor and Jarren sneezed.

After inspecting the house they went back to the trailer and called Andre, putting him on speaker. Everyone concurred that the crew needed to start removing all of the non-load bearing walls. The blueprints were spread out on one of the desks and Jarren and Nash looked them over thoroughly. First order of business would be to mark the load bearing walls with bright fluorescent paint so the work crew would leave them alone. Both men had worked with revolving crews often enough to know that most day laborers were great with the scut work, but they had to be told specifically what to do. They both hoped that they would have a decent crew. It could make or break a project. Jarren had more experience than Nash in managing people so they had already decided that he would oversee the day laborers and the actual work being done. Nash would work with the contractors and keep on top of all the materials and supplies they would need as well as work with the owners and their interior designer on the final finishes like flooring, appliances and paint colors and such. By the end of the call they had a good idea of how the job would flow.

The work crew was scheduled to arrive at ten that morning and then starting tomorrow they would work 7 to 4 with an hour break for lunch. The day passed quickly as the work got started. Luckily the weather was nice and hopefully they should be able to have the house gutted by the end of the week. Nash took care of scheduling the large contractor dumpsters to be emptied everyday that week. Jarren had quickly assessed the crew that the labor agency had sent over and figured that they would suffice. He would keep an eye on a couple of them that had seemed to be slacking off unless they knew he was around. He knew every trick in the book. Both he and Mazen had tried them at one time or another and were caught by their dad every time. It seemed like every crew had at least a couple of guys who seemed to want to collect a paycheck for the least amount of work possible. It wasn’t like Jarren was an insensitive asshole. He merely expected the workers to do what was asked of them. Work ethic was important to him. It was just how he was raised.

The remainder of the week went by pretty smoothly. Jarren and Nash worked well together and kept Andre in the loop. Andre for the most part trusted them and didn’t need to micromanage. The guys settled into a routine of arriving at the trailer around six so they could check emails and make sure everything was set for the day for the work that needed to be done. Jarren gave the crew their assignment for the day when they arrived. Nash would review what would be needed in the upcoming days and check in with the owners periodically. Currently the owners were out of town but were expected back at the end of the following week.

At the end of the day they would either stop and get something to eat or stop at the grocery store for something they could heat up easily. It was a challenge to eat healthy and neither man could stomach fast food every night. They quickly discovered that the local grocery store had an incredible soup and salad bar and they both knew they would be relying on it often for the next few months.

Once they finished eating they would either read or watch TV for a little while. Sometimes together and sometimes they retreated to each bedroom. Regardless, they always ended up showering together at the end of the night and they slept in the same bed. They decided to keep the more intense sex play for the weekends and during the week they would get each other off orally or manually. Neither felt like they were missing out because they knew they would have more time to explore on the weekends.

The first few weeks followed the same routine. They got permission from Andre to have the crew start at six am on Fridays so they could be done by three. They would already be checked out of the hotel and they typically made it back to Decatur before five.

The first week of March Jarren received some good news when his Dad called him and told him that Dalton Development had won the bid on the Larkin project. Dad was ecstatic and he gave due credit to Jarren as well as a nice bonus check for his hard work, letting him know how proud of him he was. Tentatively groundbreaking was due to commence in August, although an exact date had not been set. Mazen and Troy were going to start doing the applications they would need for various permits and such. Jarren was so happy for his Dad.

Saturday mornings were spent at the farm helping out. Jarren was approved as an official volunteer and he found himself thoroughly enjoying working with the kids. Liam returned every week and Jarren quickly became attached to the scamp. Liam had a quick wit and quite a warped sense of humor for a twelve year old. The kid was the very definition of resilience. He had lost his mom and both of his legs above the knee at the same time, and yet he was always quick with a smile, a comeback or some wise cracking remark. He kept Jarren on his toes that was for sure, although Jarren suspected that at least some of it was a cover for other emotions. Every once in a while he caught a look of sadness pass over the boy’s face. Jarren hoped that social service could find a foster home. Liam needed that sort of love and attention.