Jack and Alistair: A Tale of Two Lovers

Jack and Alistair: A Tale of Two Lovers

It was the first time Alistair had truly been touched and it was as though he was awakening from some long deep sleep which he hardly knew he was in. He might as well have just been born as Jacks strong hands held the back of his neck as he kissed him hard and hungrily. Alistair had always been meek and withheld amongst the other boys, unsure of his place in their world, but with Jack, for the first time in his life, he hardly worried at all.

The room was quite, save for the soft pattering of rain falling outside and the sounds of their bodies mixing was like music in the air. Alistair’s tongue fought against Jacks, back and forth between their mouths, wet and warm and wanted. His long fingers delicately explored their way up the side of Jack’s face and across his head. He felt the knot of muscle along the jaw line, contracting and relaxing to the rhythm of their passion, strong and defined like Jack himself. Above this, the tips of his fingers worked through the short bristly hair and over the series of lumps and bumps a hard life brings.

As the two rain drenched figures moved closer together in the dim light of the empty room, Alistair was surprised to discover that Jack was trembling. He was supposed to be the brave one, yet the closer they became, the more his lean body seemed to quake. Their forms almost steamed in the chilly night, wet from the fresh spring rain that had been falling all afternoon.

Alistair withdrew his mouth from Jacks, briefly licking the wet saliva from his upper lip. Jack’s quivering greatened as he looked into Alistair’s eyes, silently asking why he had broken their embrace. Jack knew that what they were doing was wrong. He had heard stories of what happened to people like this. People that disobeyed the basic rules of nature were not well accepted in his community, hardly lucky to escape with less than a beating if word got around. Was this really him doing this?
Alistair smiled a nervous smile and placed his hand on the inside of Jack’s thick woolen jacket. Underneath was warm and damp and firm.

“Hey, Jack, it’s alright. Stop shaking. You don’t need to worry about a thing. Not here’
Alistair moved his slender hand over ribs and inside the buttons of the shirt, feeling smooth chest and rough prickly nipples. Below this there was the light fuzz of naval hair, which when gently stroked, caused the stomach to pull in hard in reflex.
Jack’s eyes closed as the hand worked slowly down; down along the line of dark curly hair, teasing and caressing and daring. Alistair undid the guarding belt buckle and top button of the thick blue jeans without looking down once, while using one hand to draw Jack towards him while the other dove further down still.

Jack groaned into Alistair’s baring, controlling mouth. He was at his mercy, unable to resist what was happening as Alistair began working his hand harder and harder over the long, hot shaft of his lust. Jack could hardly concentrate his focus enough to kiss Alistair back, so instead he abandoned his the mouth and roamed across pumping jugular and down the inside of his neck.

Jack’s breathing grew heavy and labored as Alistair began to work his penis harder and faster in his soft pale hand. Sweat dripped off their bodies as though they were in the rain and the only sounds in the large room were that of sheer pleasure and unholy desire. The thin muscles of Alistair’s forearm stood out as he worked, his mouth now abandoning all efforts. Both of their entire consciousnesses were utterly focused on that one pulsating, heaving, extruding patch of flesh, both groaning with the intensity. Harder, faster, harder faster; more groaning, the room became loud and filled with the sound. Ecstasy overcame Jack and his eyes rolled back in his skull. He had lost all control. He was on fire, his body rigid and tense.

And then it was over. Jack all but screamed, while Alistair cried out in shock as a jetted torrent of sticky juice erupted all over his middle. It was as though at that moment they both realised what they had done, right at the final moment of utter release.

For a moment the pair were silent and panting as they struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Alistair was once again pale and timid, looking gapingly at the mess across his stomach. He was afraid. 
Jack spoke first, his voice was quite and confident as he gently tilted Alistair’s pale face to meet his eyes.
“It’s ok Alistair. What we did is ok. This… this is who we are.”