Jax's Hole
Chapter 2 - Knight in Shining Armor
Jax and I met for lunch later that day in the student union. As we sat down to eat, I asked him, "So what's your major?"
"Physical education," he said, "I want to be a P.E. teacher. You?"
"Business Admin," I replied, "I don't know what the hell I want to do, but you gotta declare something, right?" He grinned and agreed.
"So, did you say you were in the Army?" I asked.
"Yep."
"How old are you?"
"I just turned 21 three months ago," he said.
"Wow, you don't look it. You look 19 like me," I said, surprised.
"Thanks. I guess," he said with wry twist of his mouth. I quickly did the math.
"So, did you just get discharged?"
"Nope. Got discharged almost 2 years ago," he said.
"No way! I thought you had to be in the army for 4 years before you can leave," I said, confused.
Jax didn't say anything for a long time, and I thought that I probably was being too nosy.
"No, don't answer, never mind," I said.
Jax looked at me and said, "No, that's alright." Then, "I got kicked out."
I didn't say anything. It felt really awkward for a few moments, and then Jax said, "Go ahead, you can ask."
I almost didn't, but curiosity overwhelmed me, so I blurted out, "How come?"
He smiled, having finally heard the question he was expecting, and said, "For fighting and being a screw up."
"You have to understand, though. I hated the Army. I went into it looking for adventure and to serve my country, to go to Okinawa or Germany or whatever and see the world. But instead, after basic training, they just stuck me in a podunk town in Arizona and turned me into a mechanic. Nothin' to see, nothin' to do, 'cept drink like a fish."
"Get up in the morning, have a beer. Go to work, the boss usually brought in a case of beer himself. We drank all day. We'd get drunk, screw around with a car or two, and get nothin' done. Then quit work and go to the bar. Either get more drunk or find a chick and try to get laid."
"Did you find a chick and get laid a lot?" I asked.
"Nah," he said, shaking his head, "I usually thought that if a woman in a bar was willing to go home with a drunken scumbag like me, then she wasn't good enough for me. Most times I stuck to the boys who were already scumbags like me."
I had to think about that one for a minute. Then I said, "That's fucked up."
"Pssh, yah, I know," he said, nodding his head.
"So then what?" I asked, urging him to continue.
He shrugged. "So then I started to get frustrated and mad and get into fights, just to pass the time. It was easy. People a lot bigger than me, look at me and think I'm easy pickin's. Well, I may not look like much, but one thing the Army taught me was how to fight."
"It didn't take much, and I never once started anything myself. I just knew how to provoke people into throwing the first punch. And when he did, BAM! fight's on, and I'd just wail on him until the MPs pulled me off."
"After 6 or 7 of those, and reprimands in my service record that I didn't give a damn about, the Army had enough of me and discharged me. That's it," he finished.
I sat there for several seconds stunned. Jax looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly. Hell, he looked like he couldn't if he tried. I'd seen him naked, and he definitely wasn't hiding any muscle.
I shook my head in amazement. "You still fight?"
"Nah. After I got out of the Army, I cleaned myself up, quit drinking and went to therapy for a while, all on the VA's dime. I'm cool as a cucumber now," he said, his hand floating in the air like it was surfing. "Unless somebody really provokes me. Then it can still come out. Hasn't happened in a long time though."
"Huh," I said, shaking my head, "I'm no good in a fight."
"You ever been in one?" he asked.
"Once," I said, "It didn't go well."
"What happened?"
I paused for a moment. I wasn't sure that I wanted to tell him. In fact, I hadn't told anybody about what happened me. Not that anybody I knew cared enough to ask at the time.
After a while, I said, "It was last year. I was walking home from Z's, you know, that gay club a couple blocks off campus? I was by myself and these two guys came out of nowhere and they started harassing me, saying shit like, 'Are you a homo? Are you a homo? Huh? Are you a homo?'"
"I tried to go around them, but they kept getting in my face and taunting me, until I finally said, 'Yes! Now leave me alone.'"
"And they just laughed and said, 'thought so.' Then they just knocked me down and started hitting me. I guess it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I only got a black eye and a bloody nose and some bad bruises. It could have been a lot worse."
I fought off tears at the memory. "I went to the student hospital and they fixed me up as good as they could, and that was it. But I never leave campus by myself any more."
Jody's face turned red with anger and he looked like he was going to explode. His hands were curved into tight fists, his knuckles white. My eyes grew large when I heard his knuckles pop, wondering what he was going to do.
After visibly calming himself, he finally hissed, "I hate those redneck ignorant fucktards!"
"It'll never happen again. Not as long as I'm around," he declared emphatically, his finger jabbing the table.
For a moment, I was confused by what he said. Then taken aback. None of my friends ever bothered to even ask what happened to me when they saw me with a black eye, and here Jax appeared to be offering to protect me. Looking back on it now, I think that in my mind, in that moment, Jax somehow became my knight in shining armor. My heart about burst open.
My heart thudding, I blushed and said, "thanks." We bonded some more at that lunch. We both revealed stuff about ourselves that neither one of us thought we'd be able to share. It was the first of many turning points in our budding friendship.
Later that night, I was back in my dorm room, laying on my bed, watching TV. I overheard Jax's door opening as he came home from his last evening class. I overheard him tossing his keys onto his desk and dropping his backpack to the floor. A couple minutes later, he walked through the bathroom into my room.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I said back, looking up at him and smiling.
"Whatcha watching?"
"ER. Wanna join me?" I asked, patting the bed next to me.
He smiled and said, "Sure. Give me a minute to change." He walked back to his room. A few minutes later he walked back in, completely naked, his soft dick swaying as he walked.
I looked at him and jokingly said, "I should have guessed that changing for you meant naked!"
He laughed and said, "Whenever possible."
I made room on the bed for him, and he lay down next to me. Since it was just a cheapo college twin bed, it was kind of a tight fit, but I scooted my butt up against the wall. Still, most of me touched most of him.
"Wait!" I said, and got up, and stepped over him. I pulled off my jeans, underwear and t-shirt, threw them in a corner one-by-one, then bounded back into the bed and squirmed my way into place. Luckily my cock was only about half-hard this time, so I didn't completely embarrass myself.
"Comfy?" Jax asked.
"I am now!" I replied, "When in Rome...." He chuckled and we settled in to watch TV, me on my side, my bare ass against the wall, facing Jax, and Jax on his back. After a few minutes, I could tell that Jax was carefully checking me out. Since I had spent plenty of time checking him out, I let him, but pretended not to notice.
I watched him looking at my nipples, maybe a little larger than average, and "perpetually perky" as one of my friends used to say, then travel down my stomach to my navel, an innie, and then down to my cock. When his eyes rested there, my control shot to hell, and I started getting hard. My dick is about 6 1/2 inches when hard, and curves slightly upward. When I'm really hard, it sort of just throbs in time with my heart beat. Which is exactly what it was doing at that moment. Still, I pretended not to notice, and stared mutely at the TV.
Jax asked, "Can I ask you something?"
I jumped, startled at the sudden break in silence, and said, "Sure."
He reached out and gently brushed his hands across my trimmed pubic hair underneath my throbbing dick.
"When you shave, don't you get really itchy?"
"Um," I said, as my dick suddenly lurched from the proximity of his hand. "Well, it used to, which is why I don't shave it all the way any more, I just trim it down to like a 1/4 inch like this, and then it doesn't itch." I kind of picked at my tiny pubic hairs to show him.
"But what about your balls? And your ass crack?" he asked, reaching again to my smooth balls and cupping them in my hand. "Those are totally smooth, you have to be shaving those."
I stammered, "Well, actually, I do get a little bit of hair on my balls, but not very much. I only have to shave those about once every couple of weeks or even less, and they never itch. And, um, well, I don't really have hair on my ass, so I've never had to shave it."
His brow creased. "Really? I thought everybody got hair on their ass crack."
"Not me," I replied.
"Prove it!" he demanded.
I grinned and said, "Get up." When he did, I turned on my stomach, thrust my ass in the air, and spread my cheeks with my hands.
"Ready for your inspection, sir!" I barked, my face buried in my pillow, my face blushing a beet red, as my hairless butthole was presented for Jax's observation.
Jax laughed and climbed back into bed, and said, "I have to see this." He pushed my butt back down to the bed and made me spread my legs so that he could sit between them. Then he pulled my ass cheeks apart with his hands. I could sense him leaning forward to take a close look. I felt his warm hands gliding up and down my smooth ass crack.
"You're right. You don't have any hair at all. I see like 4 little hairs here between your ass and your balls," he said, tickling the area with my fingers and sending my cock into another throbbing spasm. I started leaking precum onto the sheets.
"I'm part Japanese on my mom's side. I think I get the lack of hair thing from that." I mumbled into my pillow.
He released my ass cheeks and said, "Turn around."
I did, and saw that he was now rock hard, his big 8 inch cock jutting from his little thick patch of black pubes. I grinned up at him.
"I want my ass to feel like that. I want you to shave me," he said.
I grinned up at him and said, "Alright! And your balls too?"
"Sure," he said, "but not my cock. I don't want to get itchy."
I jumped out of the bed and said, "lie down! I'll get the stuff." Then I hurried into the bathroom and returned with one of the cereal bowls filled with water in one hand, and the Edge shaving gel and a brand new razor in the other, and a towel draped over one arm. When Jax saw me, he gave a little shiver, he was so turned on.
I laid the bowl down and put a tiny amount of shaving gel on my hand, and then rubbed it slightly between my palms to get it to foam and to warm it up a bit, then I slathered it all over Jax's balls. They weren't really all that hairy, so I probably could have done it without the shaving cream, but I thought it would be more fun this way. Then I proceeded to slowly shave his balls, one stroke at a time. With each stroke, Jax's hard cock pulsed. Every once in a while, I'd grab his dick and push it to one side or the other, as if I were getting it out of the way, but really I just liked touching it.
When I was done, I grabbed a towel and toweled off the remaining gel and gave it a close inspection to make sure I had gotten it all. It looked so hot. His little bush, which did nothing to conceal his big dick, was now the only hair he had. It made it, and his dick stand out even more. My cock drooled. Then I said, "well, what do you think?"
Jax looked down at his now smooth balls and gave them a feel. He smiled his 1000-watt smile at me and he said, "that feels so weird! And so fucking hot! Now do my ass!" So saying he burst up and turned around, and stuck his ass in the air.
I first gave it a good inspection. Jax really didn't have all that much hair. Just a little thin line of soft jet black hair running up and down his ass crack.
I said, "Put your butt down." He did, squishing his hard dick against the bed, "now hold your ass cheeks open with your hands, it'll make it easier that way." As he gripped the globes of his tiny round butt and pulled them open, I got to see his tiny pink round butt hole winking at me, slightly stretched from the pull. A small fold of skin was right above it. I slowly lathered up some more gel and spread it up and down his ass. Just to make sure that I didn't damage his hole, I wiped my fingers, found his hole and slowly pressed my index finger against it, not quite pushing in, but enough to wipe the gel away. The effect was startling. Jax bucked at the feeling of my finger against his hole.
With sudden inspiration, I set about my task a little more swiftly than I first intended. Starting at the top, I started shaving away his hair, first from the left cheek, going left to right, then from the right cheek, swiping my razor from right to left. In just a few minutes, I was done, and I grabbed the towel to wipe away the remains.
His now baby smooth butt was laid open for my inspection. I ran my hands slowly up and down, relishing the smooth feel, making sure I got every little hair, including the little bit that ran between his hole and his balls.
Then, before pronouncing myself satisfied, I leaned down, and pulling his ass cheeks a little further apart, licked his butt hole.
Jax moaned and bucked and exclaimed, "What the fuck?!"
I sshed him and proceeded to lick his butt crack from bottom to top. Jax moaned some more, and then he bucked me off him.
Startled, I leaned back to say something, but Jax turned around to face me, then he pulled his legs up to his head and held them with his hands and said, "Do it this way. I want to watch you lick my butthole."
I chuckled, grabbed a pillow that had fallen on the floor and shoved it under him, so that his butt was more angled up towards me. Then I leaned in and begin to rim him for all I was worth.
Now at that age, I cannot say that I was the rimming uh, connoisseur, that I am today, but what I lacked in experience, I made up for in enthusiasm. With my hands on his thighs, I alternated between licking up and down his crack with the flat of my tongue, with stabbing at his hole with the tip.
"Aw fuck! Yah!" Jax encouraged, "Aw man, don't stop, don't you fucking stop!" he said.
I didn't. I fucked his hole with my tongue, trying to pierce the tight little button. When it seemed like Jax couldn't take it any more, I pulled back.
Jax objected, "No, fuck! Don't stop, keeping doing that!"
I grinned and licked my fingers, and then, returning my tongue to his hole, I began alternating between sticking him with my tongue, and poking his hole with my finger. In a few seconds, I managed to get my finger into his tight hole to the first knuckle.
I gave my finger another good licking and then I engulfed his smooth balls with my mouth and began sucking on his balls while pushing my entire index finger into Jax's hole. Our eyes met as I started twisting my finger in and out. His eyes shone with lust, as I searched for the sweet spot. When I found it, I poked it from within his ass.
Jax went berserk. He yelled, "Ah fuuuuucck!!! Ah shit! Oh my fucking gawd!" He panted, his chest heaving, his head thrown back, his left hand now stroking his big dick furiously. His asshole gripped my finger, as I see-sawed it in and out. I thrust my finger into his hole faster while I continued to suck on his balls. Then, just as I felt his balls tighten, I let his balls go, stuck my finger in as far up his ass as it could go, and clamped my mouth over his dick head.
I concentrated on sucking just on his head, my tongue swirling all over it as I sucked hard on it. My left hand sought out my own achingly hard cock.
In seconds, Jax yelled, "Aaahhh!" and thrust his hips up at me. His stomach muscles fully tensed, he squirted the first jet of jizz into my mouth. It was salty and warm and I loved it. I kept it in my mouth for a few seconds to taste it, then, as more and more cum came bursting out I began to swallow. As he finished, Jax dropped back heavily onto the bed, his chest heaving, his forehead covered with sweat. Then I pulled my finger out of his ass, stood up on my knees, and leaning over him, came on his chest. Thick, ropy streams of my cum spit out of my cock and splattered all over Jax's chest and abs. With my left hand, I smeared it all over his body, as I continued to squeeze and shake the last drops of cum out with my right. Then I too collapsed, right on top of Jax.
After a few minutes of catching my breath, I got off of him, leaned up on my elbows and looked down on him. He was so beautiful. I asked huskily, "So, how did you like getting shaved?"
Jax his eyes half-closed, still in mortal bliss, smiled weakly at me and softly said, "Terrific."
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