Ernest had rarely talked about any other lovers or even his friends, like it was a dangerously private part of himself. But he had mentioned a “Jack” once or twice, so I was curious about who this Jack could possibly be, I mean, someone SO GOOD he had attracted Ernest. Before moving away, Ernest shared Jack’s phone number with me, so one day I called Jack to say hi and invite him out to dinner for a blind date.
Jack and I met in a suburb near DC and after we ate, we walked around the neighborhood getting more acquainted. Jack wasn’t quite the hottie I was expecting, given Ernest’s highly developed taste in male appearance (if I say so myself), but Jack certainly wasn’t bad looking either. The main thing we had in common turned out to be a fondness for things Ernest liked to do. I manipulated the conversation toward my ploy of back rubs, and we agreed to go back to his place.
Jack’s apartment was decorated with antiques, sideboards, fabrics, and other finery meant to be tasteful but was also a little cluttered. He shared his place with a tall guy who was funny and personable and whom I liked right away. We three sat around for a while, chatting and starting to yawn, and finally Jack and I wandered off to his bedroom and took off our shirts. We did, in fact, trade back rubs, though I was only about half into it. Jack turned out to be rather hairier on his back than I liked.
After taking turns massaging each other, Jack suggested I sleep over, which was fine as I didn’t feel like waiting late at night to catch Metro home. The sex we had was mainly some warm cuddling (aways nice), a little cock touching and sucking (always nice), and then jerking each other off (always nice). Ya can’t go wrong fondling another man’s penis.
I ran into Jack once or twice after that and returned his phone calls out of politeness, but we didn’t go out again. However, I did regret not trying to follow up with Jack’s tall, funny, personable roommate.