Jack pulled me to my feet and gave me a long, hard look. I was naked, with sweat pouring down my young body from massaging his back and shoulders. Jack wore a white t-shirt and blue cotton boxers. Until he flipped over and made me stand, I thought he might have been asleep.
“You need to convince me that you need me,” he said sternly.
Jack and I had been seeing each other for a few months, and I was finally beginning to feel comfortable around him. I was in my second year at college, busy with classes and work, and I didn’t think I had any time for a relationship. But when Jack walked up to me at the bar, I couldn’t resist his mustache and tall, thin body. I thought I might be in trouble because of how intensely he stared at me, but we were soon back at his place. I’m a big guy, and people normally can’t take control of me, but he let me get fucked like I had always wanted.
We kept hooking up a couple nights a week, usually meeting at his place after dinner. Jack was quiet, especially at first, so we’d barely finish our first drink before he had me laid out on my belly. After he was done fucking me, we’d sometimes talk about my life. He’d rarely open up about himself, instead giving me that intense look while I talked about school or my childhood, but I still felt like I was growing close to him. I even started telling my friends I was in a relationship, even though I never would have said that around Jack.
When he interrupted my massage that day, a huge knot formed in my throat. I was sure I had done something wrong and that he was going to leave me. If I didn’t have his reassuring presence, I didn’t know what I would do.
“Well, tell me why you need me,” he demanded again, this time even more sternly than before.
I stuttered for a second, then answered, “I need you because no one else knows how to take care of a big guy like me.”
He squinted. “What else?”
I was aware of how naked and exposed I was and looked down at how my gut hung over my waist. “I need you because everyone else I know only cares about themselves, but you know how to listen to me.”
He pulled his shirt off and I could see the short gray hairs in the middle of his chest. “Good. Tell me more.”
“I need you because I never knew what good sex was until you fucked me. No one else knows how to grab my hair and ride me as hard as you do.”
He grabbed my hair and almost smiled at me, then pulled my face to his chest so I could lick his nipples. After a second, he pushed me away again. “What else?”
“I need you because you’re smart and successful, and even though I make mistakes, you have the patience to put up with me.”
Jack leaned back and started rubbing himself through his boxers.
“And I need you because you’re nice enough to let me go down on your cock, and to teach me how to do it better every time.”
He pulled his cock out of his boxers. I could see how veiny it was through the gray hair and blue cotton fabric. “Anything else?”
“I need you because I never thought an older guy would be into me, but now that I’ve found you you’re the only thing that makes me happy.”
Jack grabbed my head and pushed me down into his crotch again. I took him deep into my throat. My whole mouth was full and warm with his sweat. I felt his hands on my shoulders.
“That’s right,” he said. “Now remind me why I need you.”