Horny
Ianto was hard. He’d been waiting for Jack for nearly 6 hours and it was now 2am. He’d eaten, showered, watched a bit of a sexy video they’d been planning to watch together, and then when Jack had phoned and told him he’d been home very late, Ianto had simply got into his pyjamas and gone to bed with a good book.
But the book was a little bit too good. He didn’t know where Jack had found it, but he was fairly sure it must have been from the future. It detailed the lives of four men, all very different characters, who loved each other very deeply. And constantly. Physically. It was the most erotic thing Ianto had ever read. Every kind of kink deeply buried inside him was detailed here. Everything he could and couldn’t imagine doing. He was soon holding the book in one hand, with his cock being firmly massaged by the other.
This had been going on for nearly two hours. And Jack still wasn’t home. Ianto wanted to be awake and hard for Jack. But the way things were going he would be neither. He was dazed with lust and he breathed deeply. Jack had told him to wait for him.
They’d planned this evening for several days following a long spell of ‘work getting in the way’. In short, they both needed some release. In manner of a thunder storm.
Ianto decided he would finish the chapter he was on before he got too carried away and then turn the light off. Try to sleep a little bit. For all he knew, Jack would be out all night. He rocked his hips as he continued to read.
The four men were enjoying each other in every possible way. Ianto imagined the sensations of having three men focussed solely on him. Three hot mouths in three perfect places. He wouldn’t know which way to thrust. Taking it in turns fucking him, sucking him, kissing him, licking him.
He realised he was close and forced himself to remove his spare hand from his cock, ensuring his erection was safely within his pyjama bottoms once more. But he could not stop reading. His hips thrust involuntarily. His breathing became ragged.
The four men split into two and each couple watched the other devour each other. Ianto rolled onto his front, the book still in his hands, and ground into the mattress. It felt fantastic and he let out a groan. One couple were fucking doggy style, fully going for it, their eyes on the second couple. The second couple were in missionary position, going more slowly, and watching the first couple fuck furiously.
Ianto had been that guy with all the attention, and now that same guy was topping a beautiful young man beneath him. Ianto rarely topped Jack. The idea of gently topping this guy was filling him with a sexual power he rarely felt in touch with. He ground hard into the bed as he read imaging the first couple beside him.
They came hard, come splashing onto the bed. The second couple stopped watching and focussed on each other. Ianto saw that the chapter was coming to an end - just one paragraph to go. He didn’t care anymore. He placed the book on the pillow in front of him and brought his hands underneath him as he read the last few lines. He needed the pressure there. He humped his hands slowly through his pyjamas, telling himself he was priming himself for Jack.
His character slammed hard into the guy underneath him, so hot, so tight, and so wanton. And ‘Ianto’ was controlling his pleasure. He began to pump the guy’s cock at the same time, which almost instantly triggered a hard orgasm from him, the come splashing between them.
Ianto cried out, as he imagined that guy coming. And then he knew it was ‘his’ turn. The three men all watched as ‘Ianto’ came fast and furious into his partner’s perfect hole with a strangled shout.
And then the chapter was over.
Ianto realised just how much he was rubbing himself, his pyjamas already damp with pre cum. He removed his hands, placing them palm down by his side and tried to calm it down a bit. But he couldn’t. The mattress was firm. Just firm enough. And he couldn’t stop thrusting against it. He gripped the sheets as he realised what was about to happen, the ecstasy of being taken over, and the fact it was forbidden. The fact he couldn’t stop it.
His cock rubbed again and again against his pyjama bottoms, the contact perfect. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t do it. He’d get wet and messy and Jack would be cross... oh but that would be fun. The fabric lightly teased the tip of his leaking cock and then he was coming thoroughly, his sudden and huge release soaking his pyjamas and the sheet beneath him with floods of hot semen.
He groaned and writhed through every undulation, his whole body trembling and enjoying the feeling of wet warmth beneath him. He couldn’t remember such an intense orgasm - at least, not one whilst he was alone.
His pleasured cries faded into satisfied moans as his body stilled, the wetness beginning to cool. He lay utterly spent, unable to move, catching his breath.
“That was quite a show,” came a deep, gravelly voice.
Ianto tensed and turned his head to look.
Jack was standing in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the door frame. His face was flushed, his eyes were heavy lidded, his lips were parted. Ianto noticed Jack’s hand was in his pocket. He didn’t know how long Jack had been there, but he knew it was long enough. He then noticed Jack’s hand moving rapidly.
Ianto’s eyes darted to Jack’s. He still didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to know how much mess he’d made. And it was starting to feel uncomfortable. His eyes remained on Jack’s.
“I told you to wait for me,” Jack said sternly. But his breathing was uneven. His hand continued to move in his pocket. “And you couldn’t. You disobeyed me.”
Ianto watched and listened.
“I’ve been hard for you for so long. And I come home and see this.”
Ianto looked extremely chastised for a moment before Jack broke into a crooked grin.
“It’s fucking amazing,” rasped Jack, breathlessly. His hand moved impossibly fast before he gave a surprised shout and almost doubled over, pressing his thighs together, as though trying not to pee. He looked shocked but his expression gave way to bliss as he continued to stroke himself firmly.
“Oh yeah!” he cried out. He grunted and thrust forward as a dark, wet spot appeared and spread over the bulge in his crotch. He continued to cry out the same pleasured noises that Ianto had made so recently, still stroking himself through his pocket until the spreading wet patch gave way to beads of semen seeping through his trousers. He supported himself with his other hand against the door frame as he soaked himself, his body shuddering. He still looked taken aback by the whole thing. It really had been too long for both of them.
Ianto thought he must be dreaming. Jack thoroughly lost in lust. It was mind blowing. And quite a picture - to watch his boss coming thoroughly undone right in front of him... and fully clothed.
After much heavy breathing, Jack crossed the room to where Ianto was still lying, discarding his coat in a chair.
“Are you as wet as me?” asked Jack with a lazy smile. Ianto rolled to one side for them to examine the evidence. His crotch was so sodden it was see through. The sheet beneath sported a large wet patch. He couldn’t believe how much fluid he’d emitted. He felt very naughty about it, too. He looked at Jack.
“I couldn’t help it,” he said feebly. “It’s your fault for leaving sexy books for me to read.”
Jack tutted and lightly slapped Ianto’s backside. “Excuses, excuses. I ought to punish you.”
Ianto’s eyes then fell on Jack’s wet, dark stain in his crotch. He looked like he’d wet himself, though there was still a firm bulge. Ianto blushed and managed a wicked smile at Jack.
“I like you all wet,” he said to Jack, and to Ianto’s surprise Jack responded by lying down next to him with no regard for the mess. Then he leant forward and kissed Ianto tenderly.
“How long were you standing there?” asked Ianto.
Jack bit his lip and looked away.
“Jack,” Ianto warned.
Jack squirmed a little and looked at Ianto sheepishly, wiggling his toes.
“I was actually watching you for some time,” he confessed. Ianto frowned.
“I’d been there for around 15 minutes, watching you pleasure yourself. At first I wanted to join in, but then you were getting more and more....”
Ianto was now scowling. Jack cleared his throat.
“Then you turned on your front. God it was hot, you fucking the bed. And I just wanted to watch you come. I nearly came myself just watching you.” He looked at the front of his trousers and grimaced.
Ianto took Jack’s hand and smacked it sharply. “Naughty,” he chided. Jack pouted.
“Have you done that before?” asked Ianto. “Through your trousers, I mean?”
“Oh the pocket pool?” grinned Jack with mischief. “Not for some time. It’s nice just to have a play, but I can’t remember coming in my pants since I was a teenager. But that’s how you make me feel. Like a teenager.”
It was true. They had been as horny and as out of control as two adolescent boys, with the volume of come to match.
“It was so hot,” murmured Ianto shyly. “Watching you come like that. You couldn’t help it.”
“This is what happens when you don’t have frequent sex,” explained Jack like a biology professor. “There’s a highly dramatic and extensive explosion.” Jack’s hands began to caress Ianto’s back, his voice seductive. “And despite the explosion, there is still more to come,” he breathed. Ianto moaned softly. He’d been getting steadily harder since noticing Jack was pleasuring himself.
“There’s more to come?” asked Ianto dreamily, hopefully.
“Oh yes,” panted Jack, his hand rubbing his own crotch. “I’m still hard.” He slid up to Ianto, both of them gazing at the state they were in. And then they were kissing deeply and pulling one another in tightly, wet crotches grounding together, the smell of sex in the air.
“This is so good,” said Jack, thrusting against Ianto. “You usually hate sleeping in the wet spot. I love you so wanton.”
“You make me wanton,” whispered Ianto as Jack rolled on top of him. Hardness met hardness, lubricated by each other’s wet come. It felt wicked, naughty, but very, very good, bringing them both back to heightened arousal far quicker than usual.
“I’m gonna come again,” said Jack, now humping Ianto with determination. “I wanna feel it again. In my clothes. So naughty...I want you to feel me do it. ‘M so desperate... for... you... Ianto... Guh!!”
And Jack bucked against Ianto hard, warmth spreading between them. Ianto felt that familiar hot wetness, but not from him this time. It was so decadent. He loved Jack’s multiple orgasms. And Jack was still so lost in it, still bucking, still pulsing, panting hard. So horny he hadn’t even undressed.
Ianto arched up, pressing himself against Jack. He thrust quickly and repeatedly with all his strength, needing to come, wanting to share his essence with Jack in the same way. He threw his head back with a roar and felt his come spurt from him and through the fabric yet again. More warmth rushed between them and Jack groaned loudly with Ianto at the sensation as it spread around their cocks.
They allowed themselves to fully appreciate that feeling, then Jack eventually found the strength to roll to one side and land on the mattress. They lay on their backs exhausted. After some time, they turned their heads to look at one another.
“Jack,” said Ianto. “Next time we have sex, can we take our clothes off?”
Jack giggled, and then realised he was sticking to the mattress.
“Ugh. Probably best.”
Ianto grinned. “Am I in trouble for disobeying you? For not waiting for you?”
“Lots of trouble,” murmured Jack, sleepily. “Roll onto your front.”
Ianto did so and felt Jack pulling his pyjama bottoms down over his buttocks. He gasped as he received three smacks with Jack’s hand.
“Ow,” he mumbled.
“Though that was the sexiest act of disobedience I’ve ever seen,” added Jack. “What book is this you’re reading?”
Ianto bit his lip as Jack picked up the erotic novel still open on the pillow and frowned.
“This was in my private drawer.”
“Was it?” said Ianto, innocently.
“You know it was,” said Jack, now stern. “No wonder you creamed the bed.”
Ianto blushed furiously. Jack sat up and placed the book on the bedside table. He swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“Come here,” he said, patting his lap. “Proper spanking now. You’ve been very naughty.”
Ianto pouted but didn’t argue. He had been naughty, after all. He shuffled over to Jack and lay himself over Jack’s lap. His pyjama’s were now cold and very wet but both of them were in such a state it didn’t matter.
Jack tugged them down once more and laid a succession of harsh smacks on Ianto’s bottom.
“Do not take Captain Jack’s erotic literature without his permission,” chided Jack, punctuating each word with a smack. Ianto squirmed as the spanking continued. He whimpered gently to himself.
“You will demonstrate better control in future,” continued Jack sternly. “And you will not read stories that get you so over-excited that you wet the bed.”
“Jack!” protested Ianto with indignation.
“Quiet,” barked Jack. Ianto was then helped back to sitting on the bed. There was a wet mark where he’d been lying on Jack’s thighs.
Ianto wriggled a little bit. “Sorry I’ve been such a naughty boy,” he said, perfectly contrite. “I won’t do it again, sir.”
Jack snorted. “That would be a terrible shame,” he whispered, eyes twinkling. Ianto blushed.
Jack smiled kindly at him. “Everything, including us, needs to go in the washing machine.”
Ianto giggled naughtily. “Oh I don’t know. Couldn’t we... seeing as we’re already so... couldn’t we get just a little bit filthier? Before we get clean again..?”
“Ianto!” scolded Jack with mock distain. “I’m surprised at you.” He broke out into a delicious grin. “What do you have in mind?”
“Page 87,” announced Ianto, indicating the book. His cock twitched happily.
Jack took a moment to look up the reference whilst Ianto gazed at the mess his Captain was in. They were both so dishevelled. It was glorious, for two men usually so spick and span. Or was that spick and spank?
Jack placed the book down and turned to Ianto.
“Okay then,” he said. “But you’re stripping the bed afterwards.”
“Deal,” said Ianto, pink with joy.
And they leant into each other once more for a tender, languid kiss, before round three began in earnest...
But the book was a little bit too good. He didn’t know where Jack had found it, but he was fairly sure it must have been from the future. It detailed the lives of four men, all very different characters, who loved each other very deeply. And constantly. Physically. It was the most erotic thing Ianto had ever read. Every kind of kink deeply buried inside him was detailed here. Everything he could and couldn’t imagine doing. He was soon holding the book in one hand, with his cock being firmly massaged by the other.
This had been going on for nearly two hours. And Jack still wasn’t home. Ianto wanted to be awake and hard for Jack. But the way things were going he would be neither. He was dazed with lust and he breathed deeply. Jack had told him to wait for him.
They’d planned this evening for several days following a long spell of ‘work getting in the way’. In short, they both needed some release. In manner of a thunder storm.
Ianto decided he would finish the chapter he was on before he got too carried away and then turn the light off. Try to sleep a little bit. For all he knew, Jack would be out all night. He rocked his hips as he continued to read.
The four men were enjoying each other in every possible way. Ianto imagined the sensations of having three men focussed solely on him. Three hot mouths in three perfect places. He wouldn’t know which way to thrust. Taking it in turns fucking him, sucking him, kissing him, licking him.
He realised he was close and forced himself to remove his spare hand from his cock, ensuring his erection was safely within his pyjama bottoms once more. But he could not stop reading. His hips thrust involuntarily. His breathing became ragged.
The four men split into two and each couple watched the other devour each other. Ianto rolled onto his front, the book still in his hands, and ground into the mattress. It felt fantastic and he let out a groan. One couple were fucking doggy style, fully going for it, their eyes on the second couple. The second couple were in missionary position, going more slowly, and watching the first couple fuck furiously.
Ianto had been that guy with all the attention, and now that same guy was topping a beautiful young man beneath him. Ianto rarely topped Jack. The idea of gently topping this guy was filling him with a sexual power he rarely felt in touch with. He ground hard into the bed as he read imaging the first couple beside him.
They came hard, come splashing onto the bed. The second couple stopped watching and focussed on each other. Ianto saw that the chapter was coming to an end - just one paragraph to go. He didn’t care anymore. He placed the book on the pillow in front of him and brought his hands underneath him as he read the last few lines. He needed the pressure there. He humped his hands slowly through his pyjamas, telling himself he was priming himself for Jack.
His character slammed hard into the guy underneath him, so hot, so tight, and so wanton. And ‘Ianto’ was controlling his pleasure. He began to pump the guy’s cock at the same time, which almost instantly triggered a hard orgasm from him, the come splashing between them.
Ianto cried out, as he imagined that guy coming. And then he knew it was ‘his’ turn. The three men all watched as ‘Ianto’ came fast and furious into his partner’s perfect hole with a strangled shout.
And then the chapter was over.
Ianto realised just how much he was rubbing himself, his pyjamas already damp with pre cum. He removed his hands, placing them palm down by his side and tried to calm it down a bit. But he couldn’t. The mattress was firm. Just firm enough. And he couldn’t stop thrusting against it. He gripped the sheets as he realised what was about to happen, the ecstasy of being taken over, and the fact it was forbidden. The fact he couldn’t stop it.
His cock rubbed again and again against his pyjama bottoms, the contact perfect. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t do it. He’d get wet and messy and Jack would be cross... oh but that would be fun. The fabric lightly teased the tip of his leaking cock and then he was coming thoroughly, his sudden and huge release soaking his pyjamas and the sheet beneath him with floods of hot semen.
He groaned and writhed through every undulation, his whole body trembling and enjoying the feeling of wet warmth beneath him. He couldn’t remember such an intense orgasm - at least, not one whilst he was alone.
His pleasured cries faded into satisfied moans as his body stilled, the wetness beginning to cool. He lay utterly spent, unable to move, catching his breath.
“That was quite a show,” came a deep, gravelly voice.
Ianto tensed and turned his head to look.
Jack was standing in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the door frame. His face was flushed, his eyes were heavy lidded, his lips were parted. Ianto noticed Jack’s hand was in his pocket. He didn’t know how long Jack had been there, but he knew it was long enough. He then noticed Jack’s hand moving rapidly.
Ianto’s eyes darted to Jack’s. He still didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to know how much mess he’d made. And it was starting to feel uncomfortable. His eyes remained on Jack’s.
“I told you to wait for me,” Jack said sternly. But his breathing was uneven. His hand continued to move in his pocket. “And you couldn’t. You disobeyed me.”
Ianto watched and listened.
“I’ve been hard for you for so long. And I come home and see this.”
Ianto looked extremely chastised for a moment before Jack broke into a crooked grin.
“It’s fucking amazing,” rasped Jack, breathlessly. His hand moved impossibly fast before he gave a surprised shout and almost doubled over, pressing his thighs together, as though trying not to pee. He looked shocked but his expression gave way to bliss as he continued to stroke himself firmly.
“Oh yeah!” he cried out. He grunted and thrust forward as a dark, wet spot appeared and spread over the bulge in his crotch. He continued to cry out the same pleasured noises that Ianto had made so recently, still stroking himself through his pocket until the spreading wet patch gave way to beads of semen seeping through his trousers. He supported himself with his other hand against the door frame as he soaked himself, his body shuddering. He still looked taken aback by the whole thing. It really had been too long for both of them.
Ianto thought he must be dreaming. Jack thoroughly lost in lust. It was mind blowing. And quite a picture - to watch his boss coming thoroughly undone right in front of him... and fully clothed.
After much heavy breathing, Jack crossed the room to where Ianto was still lying, discarding his coat in a chair.
“Are you as wet as me?” asked Jack with a lazy smile. Ianto rolled to one side for them to examine the evidence. His crotch was so sodden it was see through. The sheet beneath sported a large wet patch. He couldn’t believe how much fluid he’d emitted. He felt very naughty about it, too. He looked at Jack.
“I couldn’t help it,” he said feebly. “It’s your fault for leaving sexy books for me to read.”
Jack tutted and lightly slapped Ianto’s backside. “Excuses, excuses. I ought to punish you.”
Ianto’s eyes then fell on Jack’s wet, dark stain in his crotch. He looked like he’d wet himself, though there was still a firm bulge. Ianto blushed and managed a wicked smile at Jack.
“I like you all wet,” he said to Jack, and to Ianto’s surprise Jack responded by lying down next to him with no regard for the mess. Then he leant forward and kissed Ianto tenderly.
“How long were you standing there?” asked Ianto.
Jack bit his lip and looked away.
“Jack,” Ianto warned.
Jack squirmed a little and looked at Ianto sheepishly, wiggling his toes.
“I was actually watching you for some time,” he confessed. Ianto frowned.
“I’d been there for around 15 minutes, watching you pleasure yourself. At first I wanted to join in, but then you were getting more and more....”
Ianto was now scowling. Jack cleared his throat.
“Then you turned on your front. God it was hot, you fucking the bed. And I just wanted to watch you come. I nearly came myself just watching you.” He looked at the front of his trousers and grimaced.
Ianto took Jack’s hand and smacked it sharply. “Naughty,” he chided. Jack pouted.
“Have you done that before?” asked Ianto. “Through your trousers, I mean?”
“Oh the pocket pool?” grinned Jack with mischief. “Not for some time. It’s nice just to have a play, but I can’t remember coming in my pants since I was a teenager. But that’s how you make me feel. Like a teenager.”
It was true. They had been as horny and as out of control as two adolescent boys, with the volume of come to match.
“It was so hot,” murmured Ianto shyly. “Watching you come like that. You couldn’t help it.”
“This is what happens when you don’t have frequent sex,” explained Jack like a biology professor. “There’s a highly dramatic and extensive explosion.” Jack’s hands began to caress Ianto’s back, his voice seductive. “And despite the explosion, there is still more to come,” he breathed. Ianto moaned softly. He’d been getting steadily harder since noticing Jack was pleasuring himself.
“There’s more to come?” asked Ianto dreamily, hopefully.
“Oh yes,” panted Jack, his hand rubbing his own crotch. “I’m still hard.” He slid up to Ianto, both of them gazing at the state they were in. And then they were kissing deeply and pulling one another in tightly, wet crotches grounding together, the smell of sex in the air.
“This is so good,” said Jack, thrusting against Ianto. “You usually hate sleeping in the wet spot. I love you so wanton.”
“You make me wanton,” whispered Ianto as Jack rolled on top of him. Hardness met hardness, lubricated by each other’s wet come. It felt wicked, naughty, but very, very good, bringing them both back to heightened arousal far quicker than usual.
“I’m gonna come again,” said Jack, now humping Ianto with determination. “I wanna feel it again. In my clothes. So naughty...I want you to feel me do it. ‘M so desperate... for... you... Ianto... Guh!!”
And Jack bucked against Ianto hard, warmth spreading between them. Ianto felt that familiar hot wetness, but not from him this time. It was so decadent. He loved Jack’s multiple orgasms. And Jack was still so lost in it, still bucking, still pulsing, panting hard. So horny he hadn’t even undressed.
Ianto arched up, pressing himself against Jack. He thrust quickly and repeatedly with all his strength, needing to come, wanting to share his essence with Jack in the same way. He threw his head back with a roar and felt his come spurt from him and through the fabric yet again. More warmth rushed between them and Jack groaned loudly with Ianto at the sensation as it spread around their cocks.
They allowed themselves to fully appreciate that feeling, then Jack eventually found the strength to roll to one side and land on the mattress. They lay on their backs exhausted. After some time, they turned their heads to look at one another.
“Jack,” said Ianto. “Next time we have sex, can we take our clothes off?”
Jack giggled, and then realised he was sticking to the mattress.
“Ugh. Probably best.”
Ianto grinned. “Am I in trouble for disobeying you? For not waiting for you?”
“Lots of trouble,” murmured Jack, sleepily. “Roll onto your front.”
Ianto did so and felt Jack pulling his pyjama bottoms down over his buttocks. He gasped as he received three smacks with Jack’s hand.
“Ow,” he mumbled.
“Though that was the sexiest act of disobedience I’ve ever seen,” added Jack. “What book is this you’re reading?”
Ianto bit his lip as Jack picked up the erotic novel still open on the pillow and frowned.
“This was in my private drawer.”
“Was it?” said Ianto, innocently.
“You know it was,” said Jack, now stern. “No wonder you creamed the bed.”
Ianto blushed furiously. Jack sat up and placed the book on the bedside table. He swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“Come here,” he said, patting his lap. “Proper spanking now. You’ve been very naughty.”
Ianto pouted but didn’t argue. He had been naughty, after all. He shuffled over to Jack and lay himself over Jack’s lap. His pyjama’s were now cold and very wet but both of them were in such a state it didn’t matter.
Jack tugged them down once more and laid a succession of harsh smacks on Ianto’s bottom.
“Do not take Captain Jack’s erotic literature without his permission,” chided Jack, punctuating each word with a smack. Ianto squirmed as the spanking continued. He whimpered gently to himself.
“You will demonstrate better control in future,” continued Jack sternly. “And you will not read stories that get you so over-excited that you wet the bed.”
“Jack!” protested Ianto with indignation.
“Quiet,” barked Jack. Ianto was then helped back to sitting on the bed. There was a wet mark where he’d been lying on Jack’s thighs.
Ianto wriggled a little bit. “Sorry I’ve been such a naughty boy,” he said, perfectly contrite. “I won’t do it again, sir.”
Jack snorted. “That would be a terrible shame,” he whispered, eyes twinkling. Ianto blushed.
Jack smiled kindly at him. “Everything, including us, needs to go in the washing machine.”
Ianto giggled naughtily. “Oh I don’t know. Couldn’t we... seeing as we’re already so... couldn’t we get just a little bit filthier? Before we get clean again..?”
“Ianto!” scolded Jack with mock distain. “I’m surprised at you.” He broke out into a delicious grin. “What do you have in mind?”
“Page 87,” announced Ianto, indicating the book. His cock twitched happily.
Jack took a moment to look up the reference whilst Ianto gazed at the mess his Captain was in. They were both so dishevelled. It was glorious, for two men usually so spick and span. Or was that spick and spank?
Jack placed the book down and turned to Ianto.
“Okay then,” he said. “But you’re stripping the bed afterwards.”
“Deal,” said Ianto, pink with joy.
And they leant into each other once more for a tender, languid kiss, before round three began in earnest...