He was doing it again. The Saturday night party had barely started and already Jax had a cute blond with nice tits in his lap. It was ridiculous how much pussy the guy got! He didn't even have to do anything! Just existing was apparently enough for the VP to supply him with more pussy then he would ever need. Kip didn't get it. He could admit that Jax was good-looking in a scruffy kind of way and that being the VP likely came with some perks but it still was mind-boggling how well it worked. He usually wouldn't mind – he would gladly bang the girls himself but he wasn't emotionally invested – but the whole thing was uncomfortable similar to his standing the club. It seemed like he couldn't do anything right. Like the club was composed of demi-gods with whom he could never compete. This wasn't true, of course, but Kip had to admit that his self-esteem had taken more than a few hits in his time here. He grabbed his shot from the bar and downed it. At least he wasn't on duty tonight. Being insecure while serving the other guys would be even worse.
"Getting started already?" a cheerful voice asked him.
Kip looked up from his drink and saw Juice standing next to him, wearing his usual slightly goofy grin. The guy's good mood was unshakable and Kip often wondered what his secret was. He had suspected drugs for some time but he had never seen any signs of it. Either Juice was a very high-functioning addict or he was just a surprisingly happy guy. "No point in waiting."
Juice frowned and sat down next to him. Kip tried not to glance at Jax anymore and failed. When he saw that the VP had already one hand up the girl's top, he shook his head. To his dismay, Juice had followed his eyes. "So that's why you are scowling?" he asked. "Jax is getting busy with a girl you like?"
"No", Kip said, maybe too quickly. "I just wonder how he does it. He has to beat the Crow Eaters away."
"That's pretty obvious. Most Crow Eaters want to be an Old Lady some day and if you spend so much effort chasing a certain guy you obviously go for the best target available. They can't approach Clay – Gemma would skin them alive – so they all try to get the next-best thing: Jax. His VP patch is doing most of the work for him."
That sounded logical and soothed Kip somewhat. When Juice put it like that, it was obvious. The ladies didn't want to put up with some guy who wasn't even a member. And Juice wasn't approached from all sides either. "I guess that makes sense."
"Besides, you can't blame them," Juice continued. "Jax is just way too hot."
Kip waited for Juice to say 'no homo' or something else that dispelled the notion that he was lusting for Jax's dick. But Juice said nothing like that. Instead he checked out Jax with an expression Kip could only call hungry. The VP noticed his stare and gave him a quick wink before turning his head back to his date.
"Anyway," Juice said, turning back to Kip, "we have a lot of pussy around, so I am sure you will find a girl that's desperate enough. And if that doesn't work, there are always other options."
Kip blinked at the unexpected statement. "Huh?"
"Ah, come on, Sack, don't play dumber than you are," Juice said. "A marine like you, spending months on duty without any bangable women around, I am sure you had a few buddies help you out before."
That did not help Kip at all and he was starting to feel really stupid. Of course, everybody said Juice was some sort of computer genius, so maybe this was to be expected. "I don't know what you mean."
"Sure you do," Juice said and started to suck on his beer bottle in the most suggestive way. He grinned at Kip around the bottle and popped it back out. "Do you get it now? Or do I need to show it to you?"
No, Kip got it now and felt himself go tomato-red. Juice thought he was gay? How the hell did that happen? He had to squash this rumor as soon as possible before it fucked up his chances of joining the club. But he couldn't really hit the guy or something, so he just settled for a simple answer. "I'm not gay, dude. I don't do this kind of stuff."
Juice looked at him with what he could only interpret as honest surprise. "Really? Not even when you were deployed?"
"Never even crossed my mind."
"Weird," Juice commented and took another sip of his beer. Kip used this opportunity to gently slip away before the conversation could get any more awkward – which would have been quite an achievement. Had the guy just more or less offered him a blowjob? Or had he misunderstood? Yeah, that was probably it. He couldn't believe that Juice would openly hit on another guy in front of the whole fucking club. Sure, there was no rule against being into other guys and nobody had ever said anything, but he really couldn't imagine that a bad ass biker club like the Sons would be cool with it. Maybe Juice was just ribbing him, taking a cheap shot at his military past. Which pissed Kip off – he certainly wouldn't apologize for his service or take any shit from civilian assholes for it – but it would fit the pattern. Lots of people liked to poke fun at him, after all. Juice hadn't until now but that still seemed much more likely than him trying to make a move on him.
Really not in the mood to think about that any longer, he joined the celebration and busied himself drinking and hitting on the Crow Eaters. It was an excellent distraction and by the time he stumbled outside to his bike hours later he had completely forgotten the awkward conversation with Juice. He hadn't managed to score a girl but his mood was well enough despite that. Sure, he was horny but he would just jerk off at home.
He heard the door open behind him and suddenly someone was grabbing him from behind and pushing him to a nearby wall. Kip was too surprised to defend himself, banged his head at the wall and lost all sense of direction for moment. When his head cleared again he was being dragged around a corner, out of view from the main entry. He blinked and tried to find out what was going on. When his eyes got used to the mix of moonlight and faint neon lights he recognized the figure in front of him. "Juice?"
The Puerto Rican smiled, his teeth almost blinding white in the dark. "Heeeey, Sack."
"What are you doing?" Kip asked when Juice stopped pulling him and just softly pushed him to the wall.
"I saw you leaving," Juice said, still smiling. "And I thought you could use my help."
His words were slurred and Kip realized that the guy was very, very drunk. This came as no surprise to Kip, since he had seen him chugging drinks with Opie of all people. But he had no idea what Juice wanted from him. "You are drunk."
Juice nodded, still in a very cheerful mood. "Yeah, I am. I had a lot of fun tonight. Did you, Sack?"
"Um, yeah, sure."
"This doesn't sound too convincing," Juice said, stepping closer to him. He was now very much in Kip's personal space. "Is it because you didn't get any pussy? Maybe I can help with that."
"What do you mean?" Kip had a suspicion but hoped he was wrong.
The smile was back on Juice's lips only it was not goofy this time. It had a predatory edge that made him shiver. "Playing dumb again, huh? Oh well, I will just show you."
He bent forward to kiss Kip. The Prospect tried to move away but found he was out of options. He had the wall to his back, Juice in front of him and the Puerto Rican's arms on both sides. Also he wasn't sure if he could dare to refuse a member like that. So he stayed frozen and let Juice kiss him. It was sloppy and awkward but not as bad as he had expected. Not that different from a girl, despite the soft stubble on Juice's face. Probably emboldened by his inaction, Juke kissed him harder and slipped one hand underneath his shirt. Kip recoiled. "Juice, stop it. I told you, I am not interested."
Juice stopped kissing him but didn't pull his hand away. "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul. Just relax and let me take care of you. Don't you want a blowjob?"
"Not from a guy," Kip said breathlessly.
"Hm, you might say that," Juice said before moving his hand to Kip's crotch feeling his hard cock. "But the little guy down here says something else. Come on, Sack. It would be a shame to let you go home like that."
He started undoing the buttons of Kip's jeans. The Prospect wanted to tell him that it wasn't like that or to push him off but now he started to have second thoughts. He was really horny and if Juice wanted to blow him that badly, maybe he should just let him. A blowjob was a blowjob, he would just think of a girl. And he would get out of here without offending the guy. Being kissed by Juice had been better than expected, so he guessed he could handle being blown by him. After all, he didn't have to do anything. So he leaned back and let Juice push down his jeans followed by his boxes. As soon as his cock was free, Juice swallowed it in one big gulp.
Kip groaned. He had gotten his fair share of blowjobs in his life but he had never gotten one like that. He had no idea what Juice was doing differently but it felt much, much better than usual. The Puerto Rican move slowly up and down on his cock, finding a rhythm that slowly edged Kip closer to his orgasm. It was quickly becoming too much and Kip feared that his remaining ball would explode if the guy didn't let him come soon. "Jesus Christ, Juice."
Juice grinned and took him out of his mouth for a moment. "You like that?"
"Yeah," Kip groaned, not caring how that sounded. "Just please let me come."
"On it," Juice said and went back to work on him. His rhythm was quicker now and he put more pressure against Kip's dick. It didn't take long for him to feel his orgasm approaching. "Gonna come, Juice," Kip said, feeling he owned the guy a warning.
To his surprise Juice continued sucking with even greater vigor. Then Kip climaxed and spilled his seed in the Puerto Rican's mouth. He felt Juice swallowing all of it, which was a first for him. He had never had a girl who had done that for him. Juice released him and straightened up. While Kip felt rather worn out suddenly, the Puerto Rican still had this manic grin on his face. "Did you have fun?" he asked.
"Yeah, thanks, Juice," Kip said weakly.
"You're welcome. I will see you Monday." He slapped Kip's ass and walked off into the night, probably to find his bike and get home. Or to crash in the clubhouse because Kip didn't think Juice could ride with that much alcohol in his system. He himself was pushing it and hadn't had nearly as much to drink as Juice had. He leaned back against the wall and tried to process what had just happened. Why had Juice blown him? Was this really just a weird friendly gesture? Or was Juice actually gay or bi and tried to get into his pants one blowjob at the time? If that was the case, Kip had the feeling that it was working. This morning he couldn't have imagined even kissing a guy and here he was, panting after another man had given him the best blowjob of his life. Without getting off himself, mind you. Shit, maybe Juice expected him to return the favor the next time he met. What would he do then?
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps and saw Jax who had just turned around the corner and raised his lighter to the smoke between his lips. The VP glanced towards Kip and smiled. "You might want to pull your pants up, Sack."
Mortified, Kip realized that his boxers were still between his ankles. Juice hadn't pulled them back up when he had left and he had been too stunned to do anything. He quickly scrambled to get decent again but he knew that Jax had already seen everything.
"Looks like somebody showed you a good time," Jax commented, pulling on his cigarette and looking up into the starry night sky.
"Yeah, I guess", Kip said, buckling his belt. He really didn't want to talk about this so he changed the subject. "What happened to your girl? The cute blond one?"
Jax gave him a dirty grin. "She is waiting for me upstairs. I wanted to clear my head before I take care of her. You heading out?"
"Yeah, I think, I will hit the road and get some rest. I will see you tomorrow."
"Alright," Jax said. It was hard to read his expression in the twilight but Kip thought he was smiling about something.
Kip had a very confusing Sunday. He woke up around noon with a massive hard-on and the fragments of a very, very dirty dream involving Juice lingering in his head. And it did not get better after the cold shower he immediately took. No matter how much he tried to busy himself, the moment his mind had a moment of rest, his thought wandered to a young Puerto Rican with head tattoos and a sinful mouth. He tried everything to clear his head from working out to cleaning up to working on his bike but nothing worked. He eventually decided than maybe a jerk-off to his favorite – and completely straight – porn would do the trick but he couldn't focus on the display in front of him. When the female star started blowing her partner, he saw Juice blowing him and when he saw her getting fucked the thought of him fucking Juice was starting to form in his head. He came readily enough and felt some ease but the episode had made him more confused than before.
Frustrated he pulled his pants back on, sat down in his favorite chair and started thinking. Was he suddenly turning gay? Or bi or whatever? Or was this just a weird-fixation on Juice after not getting laid for too long? He would like to say the last thing but he wasn't sure at all. Shit, why hadn't he resisted Juice? He shouldn't have gone along with it! But the guy was a member; Kip couldn't offend him, if he wanted his patch. And who in his right might turned down a no-strings-attached blowjob? And to his defense, he had been more than a little drunk. Besides, what he could he have done? Juice had been pretty determined and he couldn't just punch the guy in the face. It had been a dilemma – though an unexpectedly hot one.
But maybe the real question was how to go one from here. Would Juice want to make this a regular thing? If yes, what should he do? He wasn't into this kind of stuff – at least not really – but what if refusing offended Juice? The vote to patch him in had to be unanimous, so one grudge could ruin any chances he might have to get in. But being openly gay couldn't be good either, right? But Juice hadn't been too careful about his intentions, so he didn't seem to worry about getting caught.
Kip shook his head. Without more information he was getting nowhere. He guessed he would just wait what would happen. If he was lucky, Juice would have forgotten about the whole thing. That would be the best outcome, right?
When Kip showed up to work next morning, Jax was there already, working on a car. "Hey, Sack."
"Hey," Kip said. "Nice party on Saturday."
Jax smirked at him. "I bet you had your fun."
Okay, apparently Jax had not forgotten their awkward encounter. Kip guessed he wouldn't hear the end of this for quite some time. "Juice got pretty smashed, I saw him chugging shots like crazy."
"Yeah but the little guy can handle more than you might think. And he is the happiest drunk you will ever find – and maybe the horniest one."
This got Kip's attention. Jax's voice was completely casual and he was focused on the engine in front of him, so he guessed he was just making conversation, not knowing how close to home this topic was for Kip. "Horniest? What, does he hump legs?"
Jax laughed. "No, but pretty close. Give him enough booze and he tries to hit on everybody with a pulse."
Interesting, maybe this was a good opportunity to do some digging about Juice's sexuality. "Yeah, no kidding. He even told me that you looked hot."
A very amused expression spread on Jax's face. "So he was just stating the obvious."
This was a much more relaxed reaction than Kip had expected. "So you don't mind?"
"That a drunken Juice might find me attractive? No, why would I?"
"Well, it would be weird for me," Kip said.
"Good thing you are not hot then, hm?" Jax teased. He straightened up and stepped back from the open hood of the car. "Can you finish up here? I need to do some paperwork in the office. Gemma was supposed to do it but she says she is too busy. And Clay is useless for this kind of stuff."
Kip nodded – not like he could refuse the VP anyway. Jax slapped him on the shoulder and headed towards the main office, leaving the Prospect alone with his thoughts. Talking with Jax had soothed him somewhat. If Juice's interest in him had just been drunken horniness, he could just stay away from him when intoxicated and avoid any further entanglement. This way he could keep things simple until he knew more – and maybe until he had been patched in. Feeling somewhat back in control, he turned to the engine and tried to finish what Jax had started.
It was more difficult than he had expected. He had done some maintenance work at the Marines but he still wasn't nearly as good as an experienced mechanic like Jax. It didn't help that it was barely half past nine and already a stifling hot day. This rate, Kip was pretty sure he would be soaked before midday.
He had just finished his work at the car when Juice joined him. "Hey, Sack," the Puerto Rican said.
"Hey," Kip answered. He tried to keep it casual. If he didn't acknowledge it, the elephant in the room might go away. But he couldn't help noticing that Juice looked good today and this thought didn't help with his sexuality crisis at all. He quickly focused on his work again.
Things went smoothly until one hour in when the temperature in the garage was quickly getting uncomfortable. "Screw it," Juice said, dropping his tools and stepping back from the engine they were working on.
"What are you doing?" Kip asked.
"What do you think?" Juice asked. "I'm taking my shirt off."
Kip wanted to ask him to please not to, but didn't know how to word this request without it getting extremely weird. So he watched frozen as Juice pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest to him. Kip gaped. He had never seen the guy without a shirt on and was surprised on how ripped Juice was. Maybe not as much as Jax – who couldn't keep his chest covered – but much more than expected from a computer geek. "Much better," Juice said. Kip barely realized that he said anything, he was too busy mapping his muscles with his eyes and started to consider following up with his tongue.
"You like what you see?" Juice asked suddenly, startling him out of thoughts.
"What? Um, no err I mean, yes. You are pretty jacked, bro."
Juice smiled the same mischievous way he had done two days ago and stepped closer to him. "I guess I whet your appetite Saturday. You've been thinking about me, Sack?"
"No," Kip croaked. His mouth was suddenly dry.
Juice laughed. "I think, you have. Maybe you even jerked off a couple of time to the memories. Close enough?"
Shit, shit, shit. Was he that obvious? But he couldn't admit it, could he? He wasn't gay, after all. And what if this was just some fucked-up test for him? "You are way off."
"Am I? Well, let's just put it to test, then." He stepped into Kip's personal space and kissed him. Kip gasped and Juice used this opportunity to shove his tongue in his mouth. HIs hands slipped under Kip's shirt and started caressing his muscles. Despite his best intentions Kip found himself kissing Juice back. He battled with the Puerto Rican's tongue and started feeling up Juice's muscled chest with his hands. Emboldened, Juice grabbed hold of Kip's shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving him bare-chested as well. His mouth was back on Kip's before the Prospect had time to realize what was happening. Juice kissed down his neck and one of his hands was dipping beneath the waistband of Kip's jeans.
"We should go home together tonight," Juice murmured against his neck. "We go to my place, have a few beers and I will show you a lot more. Complete your education, if you will. How does this sound, Prospect?"
It sounded both alluring and terrifying. Usually he would be too freaked out to even consider this but he guessed he was in too deep already. Might as well see this through to the end. "Okay."
Juice beamed at him. "Great. Now, we better keep our hands off each other during work. But don't worry, I will make it worth your while later. "
He winked at Kip and continued working on a bike, leaving him breathless and very turned on. Kip debated throwing caution in the wind and just asking Juice for another quick blowjob when Jax swaggered in the garage. "Getting comfortable, I see."
"Pretty hot down here, Jax," Juice said, unfazed. "You would know that if you did any real work."
Kip would never dare to say something like that to the VP but Jax took the jab in stride. "I would distract way too many people if I walked around like that, Juice. But I guess you two should be fine. Just keep the rest of the clothes on. I don't want any customer to be traumatized by Sack's banged-up nutsack."
Maybe he was projecting but Kip had the feeling that Jax's eyes were lingering on Juice's body. Did he want a piece of Juice's action as well? Nah, that was impossible. This was Jax, the biggest womanizer in the whole MC world. He certainly didn't need a buddy to help him out with this blue balls – if that was what he was doing with Juice. Then the moment passed and Jax left them to grab a smoke. But by then other people had turned up, making it impossible for Kip to make any further moves on Juice.
The rest of the day was pure torture for him. Whatever Juice had done to him had unlocked all kinds of dirty thoughts he never thought he had. Either he was imagining thing or Juice was trying to make everything as sexy as possible for him, teasing him with what he would hopefully have later the day. Kip found himself staring at the guy's ass, pecs, abs or bicep all the time, half-hard in his pants and unable to do a damn thing about it. Somebody was always watching and even if he had been alone with Juice, he wouldn't have dared to do anything. Juice however seemed to have as much fun as usual and Kip had the suspicion that the guy did enjoy watching him squirm. All this distraction was starting to affect his work. He needed to redo some repairs twice and only finally managed them because Chibs took pity at him. Which of course didn't escape Jax's notice. Shit, he really needed to get a grip on himself. He couldn't let him think he was a bad mechanic or he could forget joining the Sons.
When the clock finally reach five pm, he signed in relief. Finally the waiting was as good as over. Luckily, there was nothing to be discussed at church so both he and Juice were free to go. They walked through the courtyard to their bikes, their shirts back on despite the sweltering heat. Juice gave him a very suggestive grin. "You still up, Sack?"
"Yeah," Kip said without hesitation. "I hope you won't disappoint."
"Trust, me I won't. Follow me – or you could ride bitch."
"Dude, no way."
Juice laughed and got on his bike. Kip followed Juice towards the Puerto Rican's house. A persistent voice in his head told him that this was a very bad idea but he was way too horny to listen to it. When he reached the house his hard-on was back and he could hardly wait. The moment Juice had opened the front door, Kip pushed him inside and slammed the door shut after them. His lips were on Juice's before the Puerto Rican could ask any questions.
Juice responded eagerly, battling with Kip's tongue with Kip's and tangling his hands in Kip's locks. The Prospect had nothing to hold onto in return and felt daring, so he grabbed Juice's ass through he jeans. He was not disappointed. "Getting eager, hm?" Juice said. "Come on. My bedroom is right over here."
He pulled Kip with him, pausing from time to time to make out with him on the way. Kip was now painfully hard and really hoped that Juice would get his mouth on his dick anytime soon. Teasing the fuck out of him for almost an entire day should really entitle him to some quick action. When they had reached Juice's large but rather messy bedroom, the Puerto Rican peeled Kips cut off and laid it carefully other the back of the chair. Kips shirt quickly followed, leaving him bare-chested once more. Juice paused to nibble at the newly exposed skin, drawing a moan from Kip. "Juice, please."
"Please what, Sack?" Juice said, grinning like he was having the time of his life.
"I waited the whole day. If you don't suck me off anytime soon, my balls will explode."
"I thought you had only one."
"It is a figure of speech. You know what I mean."
"Well if you ask so nicely, I will see what I can do. Take your jeans and shoes off and lay down on your back. Keep your boxers on for the time."
This didn't sound nearly quick enough for Kip, but he guessed he couldn't argue with Juice. So he did as he was told and lay down on Juice's surprisingly comfortable bed. Damn, he would have to ask the guy where he had gotten this mattress – once he had gotten off that was. In the meantime, Juice stripped himself, taking off everything except his own boxers – which to Kips' enormous surprise, were black with a reaper pattern. The familiar reaper logo was printed on the left side of the underwear, the reaper's crystal ball right in the center of Juice's groin. "You've got to be kidding me. We have SAMCRO boxers?"
"We had for a short time. It was a joke from Jax. Clay thought they were ridiculous and put a stop to it but I kept a pair. Do you like them?"
Kip didn't really care about the underwear but the massive tent in the boxers drew his attention. "I think I like what's in it."
Juice beamed. "You will see that soon enough. But first, I want a good look at your goods. Didn't really have time to check them out the last time."
He got on top of Kip, kissed his lips and then started to move downwards, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. Kip wished he would hurry up. It was nice and all but he really needed to get off, goddammit. It was hard to imagine he had been so reluctant to try this. One Blowjob later and he was begging for Juice's mouth on his cock. The Puerto Rican reached the waistband of his boxers and quickly stripped them off, throwing them aside. Kip's dick sprang free and bopped on his stomach. Juice leaned back and gave his genitals a probing look. Kip suddenly felt insecure. His sack might look a bit different but it was not a deal-breaker, right? And he knew that his dick was only average but that wasn't a bad thing, was it? Or was it because he didn't shave down there? But Juice hadn't minded last time.
"Not bad, Sack," Juice said after some consideration. "Loosely cut, right?"
Kip blinked. "What?"
"Your cirum – ah never mind. Let me have a look at the ball of yours."
He started mouthing at Kip's sack and carefully put his ball in his mouth. It was nice but Kips was still aching for some attention at this cock. "Juice please suck me off."
Juice let the ball fall out and grinned at him. "So now you want your dick sucked, hm Sack? Maybe I should let you do me first. After all, you still owe me one."
Oh shit, did he? Kip hadn't known it was such a strict tit-for-tat situation. Hell, he didn't know if he even could suck a dick. But if it would get Juice to suck him off, he would say anything the guy wanted. "Please, Juice. I will do whatever you want afterwards."
"Well, if you ask so nicely," Juice said and took him in his mouth.
"Fuck yeah," Kip moaned when Juice went to work at him. It was just as good as he expected and he knew he would not last long. Which turned out to be an understatement since it took Juice only a minute to get him off. Groaning, he spilled himself in the guy's mouth, too horny to give Juice fair warning. As before, the Puerto Rican swallowed every drop, before letting Kip's dick fall back to his stomach. He move up his body and kissed him. Kip responded eagerly. Juice tasted differently and it took him a moment to realize that his might be from his cum.
"Better now?" Juice asked.
"Yeah. Thanks, man."
"You can thank me by doing the same to me."
Kip swallowed. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that. But it would be a giant dick move to take two blowjobs from a guy without giving anything back. Hell, he hadn't even seen Juice's dick yet. He guessed he would just try it. If it was too much, he could always jerk the guy off or something. "Okay, I guess."
Juice beamed at him and laid down on his back next to him. He pointed at his boxers. "Do you want the honors?"
The Prospect summoned his courage and got on top of his lover. He carefully grabbed the hem of his boxers – trying not to get distracted by the obvious erection – and started pulling them off. Juice lifted his hips to help him and Kip quickly tossed them off the bed and turned around to look at the now naked Juice. His breath faltered for a moment. Not only was Juice's dick really big, it was also completely hairless. Kip hadn't expected this at all – though Juice's hairstyle might have been a giveaway – and stared in amazement at the organ. Juice laughed at his unbelieving expression. "It's a dick, Sack. I am sure you have seen one before."
"Yeah, it's just...I have never seen a shaved one."
"You should try it sometime," Juice said, stretching lazily. "It is a bit of work but you really get to love the smooth feeling. And I drives a lot of people wild."
Kip really didn't want to think about that too much, so he got on with this task. He kneeled over Juice's lower body and took a good look at his target. Juice's cock looked pretty good and he thought he could do this. Just one thing confused him: a strange band at the lower part of the head. It seemed to be connected to the shaft, keeping the skin there much closer to the head than normal – or at least normal for him. Intrigued, he touched it gently which made Juice squirm. Kip instantly drew his hand back. "Sorry, did that hurt?"
The Puerto Rican look at him in confusion. "No, why would you...Oh, you have never been with an uncut guy, right?"
"I have never been with any guy," Kip replied.
"Right. I mean you have never seen a dick like mine, right?"
"Not one with that weird band."
"It's not weird, it's natural. It's called the frenulum. You have it too, it has just been cut. But let's talk about that stuff later. You don't have to know too much about it, just remember that it is really sensitive. If you put some pressure there, it will feel really good for me." He paused. "That's a hint by the way."
"Oh, yeah right," Kips said, still confused by the anatomy lesson. He really should do something, if Juice had kept him waiting for so long, his one reaming ball would have busted. He gingerly took hold of the cock in front of him and moved the skin up and down. It felt familiar enough, even if he couldn't cover his whole head and then some. He gave Juice a few experimental strokes – which made the guy practically purr with pleasure – just to get familiar. "Anything to consider when I blow you?"
"Not much," Juice said. "Just be careful with your teeth. The depth is not that important, since the head is the most sensitive part. Keep some pressure on it and the frenulum and I should be golden."
Okay, he could do that. Kip got close, opened wide and took the guy in his mouth, taking just the head for the start. It felt weird but not as unpleasant as he had always imagined. He slowly moved down, taking more of Juice in his mouth on his way. He got maybe halfway before his mouth felt uncomfortable full, so he moved back up again. He didn't want to choke on the guy's cock, which would surely ruin the mood. As instructed, he keep the pressure on and when he reached the head on this way back, Juice groaned in pleasure. Emboldened, Kip quickly repeated the movement and quickened his pace, taking care to push against the ominous frenulum – he had to google this once they were done – all the time. Judging from the sound he made, Juice sure had a great time.
"Getting close, Sack," Juice moaned soon after. Kip didn't really know how long it had been but it had gone quicker than expected. "Do you want me to come? Or do you want to do more?"
Kip paused and pulled back so he could speak again. "What do you mean, more?"
Juice gave him a very dirty grin. "I guess you are dying to get fucked. I don't want to keep you waiting longer than necessary."
The Prospect was aghast. "What? I don't want to get fucked in the ass! Why would you think that?"
For once, his refusal seemed to faze Juice. "Oh, I just thought all Marines..."
"You have a very warped idea about what we actually do in the service."
"Maybe...," Juice said as if this was highly unlikely. Then he focused back on Kip. "Well, do you want to fuck me instead?"
"Um, I can try. I never fucked a guy before."
"No problem. I will tell you what to do."
He turned around and tried to grab something from the bedside drawer. This gave Kip a good view of his perky and completely hairless ass. The thought of being inside it was rather appealing and he started to get hard again. Juice noticed this when he turned around, a bottle of lube in his hand. "Seems like you are ready already. Good. Now, you have to get me ready."
He tossed the bottle of lube to him. "Put some on your fingers. Then push two of them in and start to stretch a bit" Then he lay on his back, giving Kip a great view of his ass. Kip had to admit it was a great ass but it still was a bit weird for him. He wished they could go right to the fucking part, at least that he understood. But he got that that would be very uncomfortable for Juice. And he had fingered a girl before, this should be the same, right? So he put a sizeable amount of lube on his fingers and carefully pushed two of them against Juice's entrance. They slipped in easily enough, which was probably a good sign. It was tight and warm, so tight in fact that he could hardly imagine putting his dick in there. But if Juice could handle it, it would probably feel amazing. Motivated, he followed his instructions, drawing moans from the limp Puerto Rican. "Just like that, Sack. Try a third one now."
Kip eagerly obliged, convinced that they were getting close to the main part now. It didn't take long for Juice to stop him. "Okay, that's enough. Now, give me that dick of yours."
"Do you have a rubber?" Kip asked. He was horny but not horny enough to just ram his cock in without protection.
Juice tossed him a sealed condom. Kip quickly put it on and lubed up his cock. In the meantime, Juice turned around on his back and spread his legs wide for him. "Come here."
Eager now, Kip put the bottle down and got on top of Juice. He guessed he could figure out the rest from here on his own so he aligned his cock with the guy's hole and started to push in. After a quick nudge, his head slid in, quickly followed by the rest of his cock. Kip gasped. It felt even better than he had imagined! Juice was way tighter than any girl he had ever been with and he had the fear that the iron grip on his cock was enough to make him come outright. But despite this fear, he wanted to move badly. "Can I start moving?" he asked Juice, figuring he should ask first.
"Sure," Juice gasped. He seemed uncomfortable to Kip but he guessed that came with the practice. Kip gave him a quick kiss before pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in. Shit, this felt way too good. He started with a slow pace to keep himself from coming too fast but Juice quickly edged him to go faster. The guy seemed to be able to do a lot of stuff at the same time: He made out with Kip when he was in reach and groped whatever part of the Prospect's upper body he could reach all while jerking himself off. Kip was lucky he could manage a somewhat regular pace. He continued to speed up – which seemed to please Juice immensely – only to find out that this was too much simulation for him. Grunting, he came deep inside of Juice, who had not reached his peak yet. "Shit! I am so sorry, Juice."
"That's okay", Juice said but Kip really felt that it wasn't. If he counted Saturday, he had now gotten off thrice without bringing Juice to orgasm. He would make this up. And he already knew how. "I will get you off. Just let me get rid of the rubber."
He heard Juice mumbling about hating the damn things when he got out of bed to toss it. His dick free again, he came back to bed, taking in Juice on top of it. It was pitiable sight. The guy was rock hard and was currently jerking himself slowly but it was clear that it was not nearly enough. Kip sat down, swatted the hand aside and swallowed his dick without any word. Juice groaned and tangled a hand in is hair. "Yeah, just like that, Sack. Make me come."
Kip had every intention of doing just that. He did everything Juice had shown him before, just faster and with more pressure. It seemed to work wonders for Juice but this might have been something to with having already been fucked. "Gonna come, Sack," he announced soon later, probably expecting him to pull off. Kip would have under normal circumstances but he figured he owed the guy. And Juice swallowed all the time, which meant it couldn't be that bad, right? So he continued sucking and let Juice come in his mouth. Kip gagged from the unfamiliar sensation – the texture was weird, like raw egg or something – but managed to at least swallow some of it. Some of the come trickled from his mouth, staining Juice's stomach. The Puerto Rican didn't mind though. He pulled Kip upwards and kissed him, licking up some cum in the process.
"That was great, Sack. Thanks."
"I should thank you," Kip answered. "This might be the best sex I ever had."
"And I haven't even started teaching you things," Juice said with an almost predatory leer on his face. "You wanna spend the night?"
The thought was tempting but Kip had had his share his evening and thought he had to do some thinking about how to proceed. And it felt a little gay to snuggle up next to Juice. Which might sound weird considering he had just fucked the guy but that was how he felt. "I guess I should head out."
"All right," Juice said, laying on his back and looking very relaxed. "I will see you tomorrow then."
"Okay," Kip said and started to get dressed. When he put his cut on he thought he should say something. "Think we can do something like that again?"
"Anytime, Sack."
"Don't you think, you should use my real name now?"
Juice grinned at him. "You mean like you use mine? But if you want, I can call you Kip. Once I have fucked you, that is."
Flustered, Kip dropped the issue and left, his mind already racing.
Later this evening, Juice was raised from his daze by a knock on his door. He was busy playing video games on his couch in only his boxers, so he would have ignored the request under ordinary circumstances. But he thought it might be Kip coming back for more and he was certainly in the mood for that. So he opened the door only to find Jax there.
"Is this a bad time?" the VP asked, eyeing his mostly naked form.
"No, come in," Juice said, surprised by his visit.
Jax got inside and Juice closed the door behind him. He wondered what this was about.
"I guess Half-Sack didn't stick around after you were done fucking," Jax commented as he entered the living room. "Unless he rode bitch on your bike, of course."
"Wait, you know?"
Jax gave him a cocky grin. "Please, Juice. I found Sack in a daze on Saturday behind the clubhouse, his pants around his ankles. I knew immediately it wasn't a Crow Eater who had sucked him dry. And any doubts I might have had disappeared when I watched the two of you today."
"Are you okay with that?" Juice asked.
"We are not exclusive, Juice," Jax said simply. "I don't blame you for trying out the Prospect."
Juice was relieved to hear that. His relationship with Jax had started when the VP and Clay had walked in on him blowing a hang-around named Charlie. After a lot of curses from Clay and the quick disappearance of the terrified Charlie, they had told the mortified Juice that it was not a big deal and he could continue banging whoever he liked as long as he was subtle about it. The image of the Sons as badass biker-gang shouldn't be tarnished by his personal preferences and Juice could accept that. He wasn't making a big deal out of his bisexuality anyway and was relieved that they had reacted so well to the revelation.
What he also hadn't expected was Jax turning up at his doorsteps two days afterwards and making a move on him. He had gladly accepted and had ended the night with Jax deep inside of him. To Juice's surprise, Jax had known exactly what to do, leading him to suspect that the VP had been with a guy before. Jax steadfastly refused to talk about it, so he could only speculate who the lucky guy who had popped Jax's cherry was. He sometimes amused himself with extremely outlandish theories ranging from the most likely suspect Opie to Bobby or Chibs and even Clay or JT, depending on how perverted his mind was at the moment. "So what are you doing here?"
"Just wanted to tell you that you need to be a bit more careful with the Prospect. I don't think Sack wants everyone to know what you two are doing." He grinned at Juice. "And maybe I the gory details."
"Really?" Juice said flirtatiously. "I always thought you were way too jealous for that."
Jax stepped closer to him. "Just try me."
"I blew him Saturday," Juice said. "I was drunk and it was stupid but he liked it, whatever he said at first. At first I thought I screwed up but then I saw him checking me out today at work. I made out with him when you weren't looking then took him back here. He fucked me and then sucked me off. I wanted him to stay but he preferred to head home."
He was pretty certain that Jax was hard now and his own erection was already tenting his shorts. "I could use a second round. You up for it, VP?"
"Damn," Jax cursed. "I would love to but Gemma is waiting for me. I have to have dinner with her and Clay. Family shit."
"I could come with and blow you under the table," Juice suggested only half in jest.
"You know I can't, Juice," Jax said suddenly serious again. "If they find out about us..."
"I know, I know, Jax," Juice said. The guy was paranoid about anyone finding out he was into guys. He feared nobody would take him seriously as VP – or President – if they knew. Juice wasn't sure if that was true but knew better than to argue with Jax. The fear didn't stop him from banging Juice through the mattress regularly, so he really couldn't complain anyway.
Jax took a few steps back. "I should go. But tell me: How was it? Could you handle the missing ball?"
"It was good. He might need a bit more training but he has potential. I'm sure can turn him into a great lay with a few more tries."
Jax gave him a filthy grin. "Good. Maybe I can help with the education."
Before Juice could ask him what he meant by it, he swaggered out of the door. Juice sat down on the couch, his mind racing. Damn, Jax and Sack? This could be very interesting.