First Time for Everything

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Oh yeah. The guys in this story might not be using rubbers, but they aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.

Keep it real.

Anfernee Williamson.

Do not distribute or reproduce this document, all or in part, without express permission of the author. (c) January 30, 2001, Anfernee Williamson

FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING

Jacob hated crowds.

He hated parties.

Which lead to the though, for the countless time that night, of why he was there. Yet another mindless gathering of the locals in his area. Same place, same time. It was always the same.

Jacob seemed to be doing a good job of sitting unnoticed in what passed for a lounge in this house. Crammed with drunk, or nearly drunk brothas and sistas. The loud thump of the stereo system, which continued to be Jacobs second heartbeat over the hours he had spent sitting there. The lounge was too crowded, far too hot. It stunk of beer and sex waiting to happen.

The big brotha made the move he'd been contemplating for hours. Finally pushing up from the small window seat. He'd sat there far too long. Sipping the same dry beer that he'd picked up when he'd come in. Watched mindlessly as the night dragged on, at the guys and girls that had come into the room. Some of them familiar, others not. Being a Purebreed strong house, he wasn't surprised there were plenty of faces that he didnt recognize as local.

He hated crowds. He hated THIS. But what else was there?

Jacob drained the glass of the beer and put the cup back down on the window sill. He hunched his shoulders, made an eye on the door out into the hallway. Stayed intent as he pushed his way though the throngs of fairly faceless people who'd gathered for this particular version of 'this night'. They might as well have been faceless to him. He grunted slightly as a burly brotha thumped heavily into him, apologized in a friendly, yet slurred voice. Jacob nodded back, all but shoved himself the short distance to the door.

Anything to escape the heat and sound. Jacob glanced right as his eye was caught briefly, as he entered the hallway. He turned back just as quick, walking the short distance to the open front door. Rather not wanting to see the scene that was all but implanted on his mind for the while. A light skinned brotha, a Purebreed by the red about his head, getting head from a girl. Slut.

Jacob let out a long breath as the cool shock of the outside came to him. He took the concrete steps down to the mattered front lawn. The broken pathway all but overgrown with faded grass. The air here was at least cooler. Fresher than that he'd breathed in for most the night. He shoved his hands in his baggy jeans pockets, all but sucking in the cool air of the night. He felt the light spat of rain against his face, saw the shine of the wetness that had gathered about the street in the broken streetlights above.

Why the fuck did he keep doing this?

Jacob let out a breath as he glanced right. The side of the house, the broken fence and the line of houses beyond. They seemed to go on endlessly into the night. He thought it as good a place as any to rest. It might as well have been the seat he'd been in most the night, in terms of how out of the way it seemed to others. At least here it was quiet. Quieter. And cool. Jacob leaned up against the house, just up from the corner. Staring at the ground as his mind sorted out where the hours had gone.

It was frustration more than anything else, he realized. Frustration at the unending days. Day after day, melting into weeks as he forgot what month it was, let alone what days. Everything the same. It was numbing, almost depressive. He did anything to escape the prison that he found himself in. As much a prison of the mind, as the one of the ghetto he spent his days in.

His life was slipping away. Jacob did whatever he could to find some brief respite from the seemingly endless repetition that he found himself in. Even this escape had seemed to have been caught in the quagmire of boredom that had become his life. Like a strange immortality. His life felt endless.

Jacob stared back up at the dark sky again. The clouds that raced overhead. He glanced back to the door as he noticed a lanky black kid come out, a satchel slung over his shoulder. He took him in blankly as he crossed to the front of the lawn, mounted a bike. Pushed off into the depths of Bradfords suburban ghettos.

What it would be like to just leave. Maybe that was it? What if he just got on a bus and went somewhere. The idea seemed almost thrilling for a moment. Just go anywhere in Bradford. Roam. Just exist somewhere other than here. The idea seemed bright in his mind, but the damp lethargy of his existence dimmed it. Laziness. A preoccupation with the here and now. And endless staring into a blank future.

Jacob breathed in another slow breath as he watched the kid head up the street. Disappear. Physically Jacob was a lot lighter than most who came up in this crib every few days. He would almost pass for white. Usually did, much to his dissatisfaction. His hair was typical ghetto styling. He took pride in his hair, what little features that made him more black than he looked. Long thin cornrows that cut back across his head, braiding out into long braids that dangled about his shoulders. Some of them fell down about the front of his shoulders.

His features were as thin, a slightly thicker nose that hinted at his darker blood. Dark eyes that seemed to look, but took in almost nothing. Passing off what life presented before him, almost casually. A face that was handsome, but long in an almost perpetually bored expression. An ever so light goatee touching his light features.

His attire was all ghetto. His baggy blue tshirt, emblazoned with the jagged script of graffiti, proclaming a well known DJ competition, to those who could read it. In part, the one thing he used to find escape in, before. A passion that seemed to have become deadened in the endless days. It hung about largish shoulders, not so much muscled big, as just in size, the brotha standing just over six feet tall. Baggy light blue jeans sagged about his hips and legs, hanging on the tongues of his black boots.

His 'good clothes'. For going out. Or as out as this was. Actually just down the street. Anyone who happened to be passing by, and wasn't latino or known as an enemy of the Purebreeds was free to come in. Its how Jacob had hit on the place at first. A big guy by the name of Shawn had welcomed him in. Told him to drink as much as he liked. Perhaps find himself a 'fuck' for the night. He'd hit up with him a few other times, as busy a guy as he seemed. He later found out he was a big name in the local Purebreeds.

As seductive and appealing as joining a gang and getting the thrill of life and death on the streets was to some, it didnt interest Jacob. He avoided this place other than the nights when the place lit up in a party. The bass and heavy pound of the music was hard to miss.

Jacob pushed up from the wall of the house. Prepared to call it a night. The bassy drone of Snoop Dogg started inside, getting a holler from the boys in the lounge. Jacob didnt even have an idea what time it was, but anywhere was better than here right now. He noticed a lanky kid come out of the front door. Glance about. He nodded in his direction as he saw him, Jacob nodding back as he headed over his way.

"Wuddup?"

"Not much," Jacob replied back. He could see the kid had a blunt in his right hand, held between thumb and finger, along his palm. Sheltering it from the light spats of rain that still continued to fall.

"Too fucking loud up in there, huh?"

Jacob nodded, almost smiled. He let himself lean back against the wall of the house. He didnt have any place better to be. He thought the conversation was a welcome thing after the almost wordless, and noisey night that had passed.

"You got a light?" the kid asked.

Jacob nodded, and fished one out of his jeans pockets. He passed it over, getting a quick, quiet thanks from the kid. Jacob glanced him over as he cupped the flame of the lighter from the cool breeze of the night, and began to start pulling on the blunt.

He was lanky, almost as tall as Jacob was. His clothes all but swum on his frame. Lean, yet he still looked to carry a bit of weight, despite the size of his clothes. Light tan cargo shorts billowed about his legs, a black tshirt hanging well low on his body, giving the impression perhaps he raided his bigger brothers wardrobe for the night. He didnt look too young. His light, yet darker than Jacobs features, and slicked black hair almost made him look latino, which made him wonder. Jacob noticed the long green pendant of some sort hanging about his neck.

"Thanks man," the kid handed the lighter back, puffed a thick cloud of smoke from his mouth. "A party aint no place to light up a blunt. Too many times to pass around, you know."

Jacob pocketed the lighter again, nodded quietly. He hung quietly against the wall, as the kid passed him the blunt. He smiled, nodded back, taking a short, hard toke.

"My names Devious," he stated, shaking Jacobs hand. "Well Dwayne, just call me D. Anyways cool."

"Jacob," Jacob replied. He passed the blunt back, feeling its warmth filling his lungs already. Shielding against the cool breeze of the night.

"Yeah, pretty crap party, huh?" Dwayne said, taking another toke. "I came all the way out here. My friend gave me a ride. I think the muthafucka's bounced for the night. Don't think Im gonna be making it back home tonight."

Jacob breathed out heavily, nodding. Dwayne seemed cool enough. Mindless conversation. He decided to stay more for than just the blunt that he was obviously going to share to the end with him, should he decide to stay. It came back his way again.

"What about you?" Dwayne asked. "You from around here?"

"Yeah. Just up the street, actually."

"You stay with your folks?" he asked. Jacob passed back the blunt again, letting the smoke stay in his lungs a moment longer before breathing out.

"No. Got a place by myself. Small, but its mine, you know?"

Dwayne smiled, nodded, "Fucking primo. Be good to get out on your own. Im still staying with my folks."

"You latino?" Jacob took his chance to ask. Dwayne let out another long breath of smoke that carried on the night air.

"Nah man. Maori. Pacific islander. You?"

"Latino? No. Im half black. Doesn't show much." Jacob added almost darkly.

"Shows to those who know," replied Dwayne. "Figured you were."

Jacob nodded back, feeling some small burn of pride within himself as the conversation fell silent for a while. He let a smile touch his light features as he leaned back up against the wall of the house again. Stared up into the cloudy, dark sky. The rain seemed to have given up slightly. Jacob welcomed the coolness against his face. It seemed to clear some of the headache that was threatening him from the endless hours inside. Or maybe it was the weed.

"So what you doing outside?"

Jacob glanced back over, "Getting some air. Might head back home I think."

"Yeah, Im just waiting a bit. I got me some honey that wants me to fuck her," Dwayne smiled coyly. "Fucking freak. She wants me to come back in five or so minutes, so I thought Id get loosened up for it. You know?"

Jacob managed a smile back at the kids joviality, the playful tap on his arm he gave him. He seemed a strangely open person, perhaps it was just the weed. Jacob usually ignored this sort of bravado. He took another toke as Dwayne passed the blunt back to him.

"Fuck man, you ever fucked a bitch in the ass?" he asked quietly, almost darkly. He seemed almost unbelieving. "That's what she wants me to do to her man. Fuck, I've never don't that shit. What about you?"

"No," Jacob answered honestly. He left it at that. Already feeling a little flushed. It was probably showing on his light face too.

"Im cool getting it however she wants to give it up." Dwayne was still smiling, although it didnt look like the dopey smile of the gunja. He seemed to strike on an idea, tap his arm again as Jacob passed back the blunt.

"Why don't you come up with me, bro? Shes a big enough freak, probably. Probably wouldn't care how many niggas were up in her. Im already guessing I aint her first tonight."

Jacob flushed quickly, passing the whole idea off quickly in a slight stutter of words. "Ah, its cool. Im just heading home."

"Oh you got some ass at home already?"

"No."

"C'mon then bro. We can both hit her. Its all good." Dwayne replied. Jacob could see the sincerity in his face. It was an honest and open offer, no bragging street bravado. Just a kid probably eager at the idea of sex, and happy to share easy gotten gains.

"Ah ... no, its ok," Jacob pushed his hands back into his pockets again.

"Ok then. Just thought Id ask, you know. You seem cool enough."

Jacob stared across the street, looking at nothing as the conversation died again momentarily. He found his mind troubling him again. Do it. Fuck this whole thing. Fuck her. Hes offering you some ass, why not just go for it? When you going to get the chance this easy again? Jacobs fragile, still virgin sexual existence, guarded by shyness more than anything was being hammered at by the frustration of his every day life. This was the chance to try something new. He guessed, like every other escape he'd try, it would fail to lift him.

"Ok. Im game." Jacob said. Dwayne smiled back, clapped him on the shoulder lightly.

"Cool," he dragged on the last of the blunt and flicked the remainder on the ground, pushing it underfoot. "She told me to hit her back up inside in a bit. Might as well head in now then, if your game."

"Yes, I am," Jacob replied quietly. His face still felt hot, despite the cool night air. His hands were tight in his pockets. He felt all his natural instincts in this sort of situation quickly fisting him up tightly.

Dwayne headed back towards the front door, Jacob quickly following in tow. He steeled his mind slightly. Still somewhat misunderstanding of what was really going down. What had suddenly taken in such a few short moments. That he was heading inside with some stranger to have sex with a girl he never knew. He would never have expected life to give him such a strange, sudden turn. It left him off guard.

Jacob felt the hot rush on the house wash over him again as he followed Dwayne back inside. He followed him the short distance to the first door on the left, watched him knock sharply, three times. He smiled back at him, Jacob nodding, hanging as cool as he could. Was he shaking? Or was this just the heat inside the house again? The door unbolted from the inside and opened slightly before he could think any further. Dwayne stepped inside.

Jacob followed. Breathed in deep.

The lanky maori closed the door, pushed the bolt closed. Jacob took in his surrounds quickly. It was dark, a shelter that was somewhat more relaxed and comfortable than outside. He could still feel the bass thumps from the room just across the hallway. He watched as Dwayne passed him, headed over to a double bed where a naked ass was moving back onto it.

"You bought a friend," came a female voice. Jacob stared back, seeing her moving face up on the bed. Naked. Totally. She reached over to flick on a bedside light, which only served to illuminate her female form more.

"Yeah, that cool?" Dwayne asked.

"Course its cool baby," she smiled in reply. Jacob was frozen near the door. "Anything for you." She commented a moment later. "Your friend going to come over?"

Dwayne nodded in Jacobs direction. He caught himself, still taking in the girls form. Long, full in all the right places. Her hips, breasts, ass. She was a light skinned black, her long hair tied back. Jacob could feel her eyes on him every step he took towards the bed. His mind was numbed to what he was doing. It was like he had switched on to auto pilot, letting the ride he was on just play its course. He didnt feel comfortable here. Not with what he saw in front of him.

"Hes nice," she commented with a smile. Jacob felt her attention bulge his groin slightly. "How you want to do it baby?"

Dwayne was already on the bed, lying partly on his side. Seemingly eager to begin. He slipped a hand onto her breast, something that got a wide smile, a slight chuckle from her. Jacob felt the rush of his breath, finally taking his hands out of his pockets as he sat on the opposite side of the bed. Feeling out of place anywhere else.

"You still want it up the ass?" Dwayne asked. His hand worked slowly on her breast, catching a tight groan. Jacob stared. It looked almost like an act, the way she leaned back slightly. Moved her legs. The moan.

"Anything Devious. I was so serious when I said I wanted you to be my first," she gave Jacob a long, slow smile as the lanky maori continued squeezing and gripping her breast. Moving better against her. "How about your big friend fuck my pussy while you do my ass? Would you like that?"

Jacob didnt realize the question was directed at him. He looked over, seeing Dwayne's eager face. The way he was already turning her on her side, away from him. He didnt waste time, or perhaps both of them were just so much more eager for this than he was. For some reason Jacob didnt feel the same urgency and rush that he was seeing play out in front of him. He all but flinched as the girl began to work the fly of his jeans.

"Come here baby, let me treat you good."

Jacob groaned slightly. This was too fast. All of it. He wasn't ready for this in the least, yet most of his mind was fatalistic to the point. Fuck getting yourself out of this. Who gives a fuck. Just do it. He could never find the will to pull himself out of the boring existence he was in. He couldnt find the will to stop this from happening either. As strange, new and almost uncomfortable as it felt to him.

The big guy moved forward slightly, laid on his side. He grunted as the girls hand moved into the loose confines of his jeans. His cock was already growing hard. About him, an orgy of sexual lusts was already starting to fall. He found his eyes trying to look elsewhere, his heart pounding almost as loud within as the rumbles he felt thump the house outside the room. He saw Dwayne, seemingly concentrating on his shorts a moment. He stopped to sit up awkwardly, pull off his baggy shirt.

Jacobs eyes took in the guys body, slowly, as he lay back down again. Those long, smooth, light brown slopes. He found some solstice there for some reason. In the guy that was busying himself behind the girl that was already working free his cock. He grunted as he felt it pull free of his jeans finally. He stared at Dwayne's face, locked in concentration down at his own groin.

"Oh baby, your so big!"

Jacob heard a chuckle from Dwayne. "Hes big baby, you can take him. And me. We can do this."

"Oh you know I can, Devious," Jacob missed the glance she gave him. His eyes trying to find somewhere comfortable to look. He saw his throbbing organ in her hand. He was shaking.

"You got a rubber, Jacob?"

He glanced back to Dwayne, finding almost welcome relief in the maoris seemingly ordinary question. He saw the kid toss something over his shoulder, then pass him a small square. He heard the girl giggle at bit, squirming between the two of them. Jacob almost wanted to shout at her, tell her to stop. He found himself not liking the idea of what he was about to do.

"Roll that on." Dwayne said. Jacob took it, tearing open the packet quickly, intent again in a sudden rush of enthusiasm. For some reason having Dwayne there was almost encouraging. He did as the maori told him. The girl was already unbuckling his belt, opening his jeans.

Placing the wet, almost clammy ring about his head, Jacob tried to pull it down. His shakey hands made the task difficult enough. Lying on his side made it even harder. He heard almost comforting words from the girl, saw her hands move down on his cock again. He already knew he didnt know what the fuck he was doing.

"Squeeze it on the top," she explained quietly. "Roll it down."

Jacob stared past her face, ignoring her as she began to start working the condom down his hard cock. He felt the almost painful tightness of the ring of rubber as she worked it down his length. It felt uncomfortable. Far too tight. It felt like something cold and clammy clinging to his dick.

"There you go, baby," her words were almost soothing as she encouraged Jacob closer. He realized how close to Dwayne that was pulling him. His breath felt tighter. Her body didnt feel as good against him as he would have thought. The closeness and contact was uncomfortable. He saw Dwayne's light body, his chest against her back.

The girl let out a cry that Jacob was unready for. He saw Dwayne's face tighten, his hand on her hip as he seemed to thrust upwards with his own. Jacobs felt the sweat about his face as he realized, felt his cock brushing against the girls pussy as she pulled him forward again, almost on top of her. Jacob ignored the girl. He focused on Dwayne as the lanky maori pushed up again, a long, slow shove that drew an equally long groan from the girl.

Sweating heavy under his shirt, feeling his cock throbbing almost painfully, Jacob felt a strange sexual thrill. The girl lay there on her side, moaning, panting. Dwayne equally so, all time seeming to stop for a moment as the two lay. Far from lovers in the short, brutal act Dwayne had pushed upon her. Something that she seemed far from regretting, Jacobs own cock mere inches from her front entrance. As she lay impaled on another cock already from behind.

"Come on baby," she smile weakly. Jacob could see the short shoves had taken their toll. She was gritting back the pain for the while. Jacobs arm went over her body, onto Dwayne's. He didnt complain, almost watching as the big guy felt his head sink in.

It felt wet, worse than the condom. Her pubic hair scratched at his skin there, as her pussy swallowed his long cock inside. Jacobs eyes widened, seeing Dwayne's strangely contented expression before him. His cock sunk easily to its full length inside her, surrounding him in a suffocating wet warmth. He didnt like the feeling, or that of her breasts pushed tight against her chest.

Jacob was disbelieving. Of all of it. He was loosing his virginity to some slut at a party. Where he lived, that was the most likely way.

Dwayne's face began to tighten again as his body began moving slowly. It caused her to moan more. Jacob ignored it all. Shut himself off against the feelings he had. The clammy wetness about his cock, giving in to the warmth about it. The feeling of the girls body pressing against his. He shut it all out, knowing the only way out, and he wanted out, was to finish what he'd started. Only now did his mind seem to want so strongly to leave. Only now when he was nine inches inside a girls pussy.

The girls moans began to build with Dwayne's thrusts. Jacob welcomed her silence verbally, her encouragement she'd given earlier. She seemed to be ignoring all but the pleasure, which was fine with Jacob. He saw Dwayne begin to move fluidly up against her, something that looked far more natural than his own short, stabbing, jerked thrusts. He realized his hand was on Dwayne's shoulder. His eyes on his face. Dwayne's own were closed, ignorant of Jacobs stare.

Dwayne looked good. He looked good fucking. His half naked body, thrusting against hers. The moans that escaped her lips, in answer to the strong, controlled strokes within her ass. Jacob realized it with a single mindedness. This strong young maori kid. In his enthusiasm and experience. Doing what he wanted, taking some sluts ass, enjoying it. That in itself seemed to arouse Jacob no end.

His strong confidence. His knowing what he wanted. His taking of it.

Jacob found it easiest to concentrate on that. Mimic the strong strokes he felt echo through the girls body. He didnt enjoy the feeling, so much, he couldnt get off on the obvious before him, and on him. But staring at Dwayne, concentrating on what he was doing was enough to get him by. He found a strange strength in it. In the way the girl began responding against him, his own thrusts obviously causing her more pleasure.

Jacob stared as he worked with his hips. His hand began to clench somewhat on Dwayne's shoulder. He liked the hardness there, the maori seemed too lost, too intent on his own pleasure to notice. Jacob only just realized the tightness with which he was grasping. Tightening as he felt a rush with his penis, hardened and aroused by that beyond the girl. Enough to bare him thought the discomfort of her cunt.

Dwayne's moans escaped him quietly, his face looked intense as he arched and thrust up. Jacob moaned, joining the orgy of lustful groans as he felt some rise in his balls, a new hardness in his cock. Knowing too well what was coming within. Sensing it in the bodies about him. Staring only at the maori fucking what he was fucking. His mind seeming to skip the body between.

The thought of her absence shot though him. Aroused him powerfully. He found a true high. One that he lacked in the warm depths of her pussy.

He felt a hand on his hip. Tried to ignore it. To concentrate on the motions of sex within him, around him. Concentrating on Dwayne's tight, almost street hard face. That flared nose and light brown features. Those lips. That smooth black hair slicked back. Jacob felt close to his peak. Focussed on it as the groans of the girl rose in volume. Long since drowning his own tight breaths. Dwayne's slight grunts with each thrust.

Jacob rode on the waves about him. Tightened his hand on Dwayne's shoulder. Realizing, yet wondering how long he had been staring into the maoris open eyes. Seeing the bliss on the kids face. Jacob felt the hand on his hip tighten, a glance confirming what he suddenly suspected. Something that made him groan, arch, shoot. Filling the bulb of his condom with a thick spray of cum.

The girls cries peaked suddenly after, Dwayne's eyes closing again as he grunted, pausing in his work. His body shuddering slightly as Jacob imagined the sensations the maori was feeling. Knowing he shared the same, but seconds before. He saw the expression on Dwayne's face, he was panting slightly. Shiny somewhat from the sweat. He smiled at him, something Jacob found himself returning.

Coming back to his senses, almost as if back to the business of what he had committed, Jacob pulled himself out. Dreading what he'd done in his lost ignorance. He felt Dwayne's hand slip from his hip, better more, the girl not pressing against him any more. His long cock slipped free of her, wetness glistening on his sheathed length, about her lips. The sight, the feelings disgusted him. Jacob rolled away, sat on the edge of the bed. He struggled to pull the condom off, managing to wrench it up his length. To do his jeans back up.

Jacobs long braids dangled about as he rested forward on his knees, still breathing hard. He felt a certain emptiness, a certain amount of disgrace and anger. Even as he heard the girls moans, Dwayne's quiet, encouraging words as he retreated from her ass. He heard the low giggles and praise from the kid. Jacob couldnt offer any such encouragement himself. She was nothing to him. The act had meant less than nothing, it had felt wrong. Jacob wondered why that was. It only frustrated him more.

Jacob rubbed his eyes, pushing his braids back over his shoulder again. He wasn't sure what to say. What needed to be said as he left. He felt like he had to say something. Thanks? He stood and turned, noticing Dwayne was already pulling on his shirt. He caught a brief glance of his limp cock, hanging from his open shorts. The maori soon worked his fly back up. The whole thing had felt like some sort of ride, with a distinct beginning and end.

Both of them had just gotten off.

"I might see you around then," Dwayne commented. Jacob almost thought the comment was for him, but he saw the girl nod, reply. Laying just as naked as she was when they had entered. Short of breath. Dwayne smiled in his direction, nodded at the door.

"We out then?"

Jacob wasn't sure how to answer, he nodded, and followed the lanky maori. As readily as he had followed him in. As if the whole thing hadn't just happened. Jacob still felt the experience burning within him. The confusion and frustration. He dropped the soiled condom aside, only just realizing he still hand it in his hand. He felt numbed to the experience after that. As if it had just been some business. No big deal. It felt better that way, if not a little empty.

Dwayne unbolted the door, letting in the loudness of the party still outside. Jacob felt reality wash back over him again as he followed the maori kid out, back into the coolness of the night. Dwayne almost laughed as soon as they had left the house.

"Fuck, that wasn't her first time!" he said, almost as if he'd been containing himself all this time. "I could tell she'd been fucked in the ass before. I would have stayed up there a little longer, but fuck, shes a bigger slut than I though."

Jacob gave what he felt was almost a dumb grin of agreeal, thinking of nothing much else he could say. Either way, he'd just lost his virginity, slut or not. He wasn't sure what to say in a situation like this. He'd never given the subject much though, but he'd scarcely thought it would turn out like this. He felt a strange comradery with Dwayne for some reason. Jacob wondered if he did this often.

"Hey so what you doing now?" Dwayne asked. The two had wandered back out onto the roadside, all but leaving the house and party behind. Along with the memories. Jacob felt the cool shock of the night, making the past 15 minutes seem like a dream.

"Go back home I suppose," replied Jacob. He shrugged. "No much else to do."

"You want to go get some brew? Something better than what they got here?"

"I don't know," Jacob shrugged again. He wasn't sure of much right now. The only thing he was sure of was his bed. How he wanted to be in it.

"C'mon bro. Ill buy. Its all good. I don't think my rides coming back anytime soon. Might as well pass time a bit, see if he comes back. Either way ..."

Jacob regretted this time listening to him. As much as he was starting to feel the ache pulling at his body. The fatigue of the night, that was only just starting to set in with an almost painful grip. He wanted to head home, rather than wander the streets. Somewhere inside him, as sore as his body felt, and as numbed as his mind had become, he found a stronger urge of not wanting to be alone. Even if he could hold that off only a few hours more with a kid he barely knew.

"Yeah, sure."

"Cool. You know any places about here that sell liquor? That'd be your call. This is the first time I've been here."

Jacob nodded, "Yeah I know a store up from here."

He relinquished himself into leading the kid there. He found himself too lost in his own thoughts to listen much to what Dwayne was saying. More talk about the girl. How he'd met her at the party, and got to talking about sex. Dwayne admitted that fucking a girls ass was one thing he'd never tried, but he could tell it wasn't her first.

Jacob ended up buying the drink, with Dwayne's money. He watched him shy away at the door during the purchase. He wondered about that. He didnt seem underage. He looked about 19 or so. Jacob didnt give it much more thought, the two of them ending up at a bus stop not far from the store. Dwayne was quick to skull a portion of the bagged 40.

"Fuck beer tastes like piss," Dwayne commented. He passed the bottle over. "I hate parties where they only put out beer. I cant get drunk on that shit."

Jacob swallowed a few mouthfuls of the liquor. He felt it warm his insides better than the weed had. He guessed it was pretty low grade stuff, but was still grateful of Dwayne's offer to share. And here he was again, sharing his drink. Jacob let it clear his senses a little, along with the coolness of the night about him, passing it back. He felt the weather tugging at his body, noticed that Dwayne looked a little on the cold side, even more scantly dressed.

"So what you do here, Jake?"

Jacob smiled, almost blushed. That was a name he hadn't heard in a while. He let his defenses down a little, leaning back against the bus shelter. At least it was protection from the wind. He answered honestly.

"Nothing. Im unemployed. What about you?"

"Fuck, nothing much, bro." Dwayne swallowed a little of the liquor. "Just ended up losing the job I was doing. Working at some fucked up fish place. They went and laid off all these staff. You know the story."

Jacob nodded. "Where'd you say you were from?"

"Waterview, bro," the maori smiled. "You know where that is?"

Jacob shook his head, taking the bottle as Dwayne passed it to him. He just held it a while, watching as a car passed, breaking the quiet of the street a moment. He glanced at Dwayne.

"WAY out west. Back out on the other side of the island."

"For real? How did you get in here?" Jacob asked.

"Like I said, my friend brought me in. I meet up with him every now and then. Its as boring as fuck out there, bro. Nothing but water and surfers. So I get in to Bradford whenever I can."

"Its boring out there?" Jacob asked, a little disbelieving.

"Fuck yeah. I work cutting up fish. Well I used to. Place is tiny as fuck. Smaller than that bitches ass, that's for sure," he joked. Jacob smiled, downing a little more liquor.

"Got to be better than in here," Jacob replied back.

"I wouldn't say so. I get in here whenever I can. Beats out there," Dwayne leaned forward, putting his forearms on his knees a moment. "Pretty disappointing thought, when you get all this way in, and its a party like that. My boy said it was gonna be on. His ass better show up again."

Jacob nodded, passed the bottle back again. Dwayne glanced over at him, "So what do you do to pass time? Get much ass?"

The big guy all but skipped the last comment. He shrugged, feeling the depression of the whole ghetto sink back down on him again. "Nothing, man. Same old thing every day."

"Fuck, you gotta be doing something, right? Smoke weed? Fuck bitches?"

"No, not really."

Dwayne chuckled, "Man, Id kill to get what you got. Rather be smelling a bitches fish than the stink of the real thing, you know? You telling me you don't spend all day fucking bitches?"

"No," Jacob replied, almost offhandedly. "I mean I do nothing. Aint all its cut out to be living in Bradford."

"You got any plans then?" asked Dwayne. He sipped at the neck of the bottle again, holding it casually between his legs as he looked at the big guy. "Ghetto dreams?"

"No," Jacob thought about it for a moment. He didnt get asked that question that often, it sort of took him off guard to hear it. As much as he knew the answer, he found himself searching for a new one. In the hope that perhaps there was one that he'd never seen. He stared across the street.

"Gotta be wack as fuck, bro. Spending every day doing nothing. Not knowing what you going to be doing the next, but knowing you aint gonna be doing shit really. That'd suck. Dead end shit."

Jacob nodded, almost solemnly. "Yes, that's about the size of it."

"You never thought of getting out of Bradford? Just leaving?"

"Where'd I go?" asked Jacob. He glanced Dwayne's way, saw him shrug. Sip again on the bottle.

"Yeah true. You welcome out my way if you want. Aint much better out there though. Just less people. Still the same dead end shit though."

Jacob smiled slightly, nodded. He took the bottle back from Dwayne, almost welcoming the feeling it gave him. He'd never really been the one to drown his thoughts in drink. There was always a first time. Dwayne grinned a little.

"You aint a Purebreed?"

"No."

"Fuck we hear some fucked up shit where we are. Like everyones a Purebreed or Los Locos or something?"

Jacob chuckled a little, "Aint that bad. Theres plenty around here though. The guy whose house that was is a Purebreed."

"For real?"

"Yeah," Jacob replied. He drunk again, a little more heavily, passing the bottle back. Thinking perhaps it was better with Dwayne. "Theres usually a lot of them up in there. Its a strong house or something. I don't relate to that stuff much."

"No?" Dwayne looked out on the road again, as another car passed. "We don't get that shit out where we are. Except Ngati Tumatauenga. You heard of them?" Jacob shook his head. "Didnt think so. Small maori and samoan gang. I hear they mostly run on the other side of the bridge though."

"You ever wanted to join them?"

"A gang?" the lanky maori grinned a little. "Nah Im hard ass enough. I don't need all that gang hassle. To dangerous. Plus my moms would break my fucking neck. You?"

"No," Jacob smiled a little.

"Might put some excitement in your life, you know? Nah, its all good. Forget that shit. You tight to have ignored all that mess. I hear its a pretty lame way to go down."

"Yes, it is," he replied. Dwayne stood up beside him, stretched a bit.

"Fuck I know my ride aint going to be back there when I get back," Dwayne grunted. Jacob took another sip of the liquor, surprised to see how little was left. Wondering where it had all gone. He passed it back. "Nah, you finish that shit up, bro."

Jacob drained the last of the bottle, dumped the bottle into the trash can. Dwayne looked almost restless, ready to move. Jacob stood up and stretched himself. He felt the fatigue still, the liquor had only put his body more at ease. There seemed to be a mutual, unspoken motion to move back to the house. Jacob didnt mind the company, he need to walk that way back home anyway.

The walk back was fairly quiet. Dwayne seemed lack for words. Jacob was fine with that, not having many of his own usually anyway. The quiet only left him to reflect on the night passed. He couldnt believe what had passed. Maybe it hadn't really happened. He couldnt work out how the night had unravelled. How he'd ended up fucking some girl, with this stranger of a kid fucking her in the ass beside him. Somehow he'd clicked with him. He sort of understood Dwayne. Where he was coming from. He had a strange fire and casual lack of care for what life had obviously thrown at him.

Jacob hugged his arms a little as they came back up to the house. He heard Dwayne grunt, mutter something under his breath. Jacob guessed that he was pretty sure his ride wasn't back.

"He left a few hours back. Said he'd be back here after he'd fucked. I bet hes just broken his off and fallen asleep. He always does that shit," Dwayne grunted. He turned and looked up at the house. The party seemed to have dropped a little. The music was still as loud as they had left it. "Fuck."

"What you going to do?" Jacob asked, genuinely concerned. Dwayne shrugged, looked about darkly, as if hoping to see his ride coming back down the street.

"Ah, Ill just go back up in there, see if theres a place I can crash."

"You can party in a Purebreed stronghold, but I wouldn't crash in one," he replied.

"For real?"

"Yes," Jacob stated. He put his hands in his pockets. "That wouldn't be safe."

"Ill just crash somewhere else," the lanky maori replied. He looked down the street again. "I can handle, Jake."

Jacob frowned a little. "You don't even know these streets. You cant do that. Come crash at my place the night."

"That cool?" Dwayne asked.

"Yes, sure. Can you hit your ride in the morning?"

"Yeah, he lives in Bradford. I can hit him up for a ride back my way whenever. He probably wouldn't even listen to his pager tonight."

"Then its cool," Jacob replied.

"I owe you, Jake." Dwayne looked serious, Jacob didnt doubt him. He shrugged it off.

"Its fine. I live by myself. Your not disturbing anyone," Jacob started down the street, his senses started to feel deadened by the coolness and ache of the night. "Come on."

Dwayne quickly fell in step beside him. Jacob walked silently back the distance to his home. It wasn't far off, and the lanky maori seemed to fall into quiet again, content just to walk silently at his side. Jacob found his thoughts haunting him again in the silence. The silence breeding in his mind time to think and reflect more on what had happened. His mind buzzed somewhat, almost numbed by the cold events that had passed. They seemed almost as brief and fickle as the wind that blew against his body, yet still he knew they were as real as the cold he felt from them.

He felt tired. The coldness of the weather. The brief spat of rain against his face. The weed. The drink. The sex. His mind kept coming back again and again to that. He wasn't sure he regretted doing it, as much as he found to his displeasure how it felt. What was wrong with him? Why didnt it feel like he had expected? Thinking it as some final escape from the mindless days he had passed in this endless suburbia. Hoping that it would bring some thrill and promise to his night, it had almost been easy to push back his inhibitions long enough to do what was needed.

But even that hadn't helped.

Jacob felt the same quagmire rest down on his shoulders again, born of fatigue and the stress of the night. Each footstep he took seemed like each day he spent here. At least as he placed foot before foot, he knew where he was going. At least he knew there was an end to his walk in the night.

Pushing open the short side gate to his place, Jacob headed down the side of the house to his own tiny apartment. It was deadly dark, but he was used to coming back in the night. He glanced back to make sure Dwayne was finding his way, the maori seeming to follow him easily. Keying the lock, he swung open the door and headed inside, flicking on the lights.

The warmth of the cramped abode swept over him, inviting him in from the cold. He saw Dwayne gladly moving quickly inside, his arms hugged up about him. The maori huffed, all but stamped his feet. As eager as Jacob to be inside and out of the cool of the night. Jacob found some brief respite in the comfortable heat of the house. He could hear the smokey tones of Chico DeBarge, playing from his stereo, where he'd left it running.

"Make yourself at home," Jacob commented. He dumped his keys and emptied his pockets onto the kitchen bench.

Dwayne was already making his way into the small lounge, which was in reality just a carpeted extension of the kitchen Jacob still stood in. The lanky kid looked about briefly, quickly taking in the crates of CDs and vinyl that lay stacked almost to the ceiling along one wall. The ceiling was just a little higher than Jacob was tall. He saw Dwayne look equally impressed by the two turntables set up behind the couch, perhaps the only place in the lounge to sit.

"Fuck, you a DJ?" Dwayne asked. His voice carried his enthusiasm for the subject.

"I used to be," replied Jacob. He headed over to the couch, groaning slightly as he let himself down into the luxurious softness, relative to the hard night he had spent. "That was a while back though."

"Oh fuck, yeah," Dwayne nodded at his shirt. "Wheels of Steel right? That's a DJ competition. I should have spotted that shit before. You entered that? "

Jacob nodded briefly. He didnt like how the mention of it reminded him of the time passed. More the passed time between then and now. The long years. "Yes. I entered it three years running."

"You ever get anywhere?" Dwayne was already flicking through the stacked vinyl, checking out the artists.

"Nothing more than the semi-finals."

"Fuck that's still pretty good, bro," replied Dwayne. He glanced over his way again, nodding a brief congratulations. "Wheels of Steel aint any amateur competition. You must be pretty good at this shit, huh?"

Jacob quirked a slight smile. "Used to be, I suppose. I gave it up a while ago."

"Why? What happened?"

"I got fired from my job," he answered, honestly. It felt blunt. "I sort of lost interest in DJing after that."

"Where'd you use to work?" Dwayne pressed. Jacob watched as the maori turned about, sitting back down onto the ground just up from the couch.

"Urban Assault. Its a place in the central city," Jacob answered.

"Fuck me! Urban Assault? You fucking worked at that place?" Dwayne raised his eyebrows, obviously impressed. "That place is a legend bro, you must be fucking good."

"I gave that shit up a while ago," Jacob reiterated. "I haven't DJed since then."

"Bro, I wish I could work those wheels," smiled Dwayne. Jacob saw the enthusiasm in his brown face. The maori made a few brief motions with his hands, as if working the turntables right there. "I got nothing but respect for DJs. That shit is hot, no matter where you at." He smiled. "Fucking would get me out of my stink ass dive back home."

Jacob chuckled a little, smiled for the guys sake. He was still feeling as tired as he had on the street. The couch did only a little to relieve what he needed sleep to clear. The questions about his past bugged him. It reminded him how long he'd truly been here, in this house. In this ghetto. Doing the same thing day in day out. The questions bought back the facts, the facts depressed him. He would have thought to sleep it off, but learnt long ago that sleep did little to hide the truth of his situation.

"So did you get off good on that bitch, bro?"

Jacob blinked a little, feeling his light face flush suddenly. He glanced up at Dwayne, seeing the sincerity in his face. He leaned back a little on the couch, using it as an excuse to look elsewhere.

"Yeah she was alright," Jacob lied.

"All in all a pretty disappointing night, though. I mean the party was pretty fucked. I spent most my time talking to that bitch," Dwayne explained. "Takes me a while to run my game. After all that the ass wasn't even all that good either."

Jacob nodded. He didnt really like being reminded about that either. "You get much out your way," he asked, hoping to change the topic.

"Yeah a bit. Fuck, its a bit dangerous though. Everyone knows everyone, so if you fuck, chances are everyones gonna know you did it," smiled Dwayne. He shrugged. "I try and get it as much as I can when I come in here. You can forget that shit and walk away from it, here. No chance they gonna come back on you." Dwayne nodded in Jacobs direction. "You get much?"

"No," Jacob replied bluntly. He felt the fatigue pushing down on him, but somehow it felt ok talking this subject with Dwayne. He felt a strange connection with the kid. The conversation felt relaxed.

"You aint gotta answer me or no shit, but tonight. That was your first, right?" Dwayne asked.

Jacob swallowed slightly, cleared his throat before answering. Was it the way he'd fucked her? Had Dwayne seen in his face how little he liked it? "How'd you know?" he asked.

"Most brothas your age can slip on a jimmy in a second flat, there aint much of a skill to that shit," he replied. "Comes from too much practice." Dwayne smiled a little. "But you, bro. You just looked like you had a little trouble. I guessed it was your first. Or you usually fuck bareback."

"It was my first," Jacob answered. "I've never fucked before."

Dwayne smiled again, nodding, "Its cool. I didnt want to get up in your private shit or nothing. I just felt like it was ok. You seem pretty cool about everything."

"Im cool with it," Jacob replied. He was, he didnt mind talking about it. To an extent.

"Fuck bet it felt weird with that shit on your willy, huh?" Dwayne joked. "I remember the first time I pushed a hat on. Fuck that shit felt tight and wet." He laughed a little, Jacob couldnt help but smile. "Im sure you'll be getting plenty more practice of doing it, bro. Guy like you wouldn't have trouble getting none."

Jacob nodded. He still wished that it had felt better than it did. Was it something he'd done wrong? Why didnt it feel like the heaven he was expecting? It frustrated him, the displeasure of the whole act turning back in on himself. Maybe there was something wrong with him, or his cock.

"Hey so if that was your first, why'd you wait?"

"What's that?" Jacob asked, broken a little from his thoughts.

"I mean why did you wait that long. You like, what? 24?" asked Dwayne.

"26."

"Fuck," Dwayne looked impressed for some reason. "And that was your first? And you living in a ghetto with ass all around you? How the fuck did you hold out?"

Jacob let out a slight smile. "I never really thought about it."

"You sit here every day, and you don't think about getting your dick wacked," Dwayne joked again. The lanky maori moved back a little, smiling. "I know I do. Straight up, I shouldn't be questioning all your shit like this, bro. Just tell my ass to shut the fuck up."

"Its cool," Jacob smiled. "I don't know. I just never really thought about having sex. I was always thinking about other stuff."

"Like DJing right?"

Jacob nodded, "Yes, back then. After that ... well, I had plenty of time to think about life. Too much time."

Dwayne smiled again, "Id be thinking about ass. Ass and weed. Well I know that's what I think about way out west. I aint never grown up in the big city though."

"Probably isnt too different out there. Just different sources of distraction."

"Less people, but," Dwayne commented. He changed tack again, swiftly, frowning a little. "So why the fuck did you screw her? I mean, your first time and all."

Jacob shrugged. He avoided all the justifications in his mind. How he thought it would give some brief thrill, but didnt. "Don't know."

"26 years old, and you fuck up a bitch slut. Bro, Im cool with doing that shit, Im a dog," Dwayne smiled. "You go 26 years, its almost like you aughta save yourself for whoever you want to settle down with. You want to do that shit?"

"Settle down?"

"Yeah. Wife and kids, the whole shit," Dwayne stated.

"I never thought about it," answered Jacob. He hadn't.

"Im sorry that slut had to be your first," Dwayne smiled. "If I had of known, I would have hooked you up with something better. I don't mind sharing that shit, up at a party like that, everyones fucked about. Not like its anything really important."

Jacob nodded, thinking it a good way to look at it. Perhaps that was it. Who cared that it didnt feel good. Maybe it just didnt mean anything, like Dwayne had said. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood.

"Well when you come out my way, bro. Ill hook you up with some pacific pussy. I know you'll like that shit," Dwayne commented, still smiling. "I can get it for you any way you want to try it."

"Thanks," Jacob brushed off the comment. 'When' he came out that way? Not if? He liked Dwayne. He didnt usually run into guys as friendly as him.

Dwayne pushed himself up to his feet. "I gotta take a piss. Wheres your bathroom at?"

Jacob pointed at the door just off the kitchen. It was an afterthought of a room, almost as if someone had built the place under here, and forgotten when they were done that they hadn't put in a bathroom. Dwayne nodded appreciably and headed there in a few brief steps. Jacob lay back on the couch, mulling over his thoughts.

He liked Dwayne. He was a cool guy.

Jacob remembered how he'd looked at Dwayne as he fucked. The talk about sex, the almost casual tone Dwayne had been using the whole time made his mind slip back to the event easier. Passing it off, like Dwayne had. Just some thing. Maybe his next fuck would feel better, he thought. He admired Dwayne in the way that he fucked when he wanted, who he wanted. To him, it was nothing. It was just a way to pass the time.

Pass the time.

Why hadn't he thought of fucking sooner? Jacob stared blankly ahead as he heard Dwayne let out a heavy sigh. Followed by a loud shower as he began pissing into the toilet. Why had he ended up taking a chance, after a chance meeting with a stranger before he'd lost his virginity. Maybe he was hoping it was going to be something special. Something that would lift him to heights that would carry him out of this endless boredom that he found himself lost in. A maze of his mind, in the maze of streets that made up the ghettos he lived.

The sound of Dwayne's piss drilled into his head, before finally stanching. He heard the maori zip and then flush, before coming back out into the lounge. Jacob stared at Dwayne, not realizing it really. Taking in his long curves. The oversized clothes that hung from his frame. That young, almost hard face of his, still quick with a smile for a friend. He trusted easy, seemed almost as laid back about life.

"So that's the bedroom then?" Dwayne asked, pointing at the darkened doorway behind the turntables. Jacob nodded. The place wasn't big enough for you to get lost. You could see everything from almost anywhere in the apartment. He needed to get out of here.

"You gonna hang a bit, or turn in? I need to get some fucking sleep," Dwayne replied, letting out a huff.

"Im going to turn in too," Jacob stated. "Ill let you take the bed, just don't mind the mess."

"Where the fuck you gonna sleep," asked Dwayne, bluntly.

"The couch."

"The couch?" Dwayne asked with a doubting tone. "That mahfucka? Fuck its shorter than you are, Jake. Fuck that for a joke. Gimme the couch."

"Its cool. Your the guest."

"Fuck the guest," Dwayne shot back with a smile. He glanced back in the room. "Hey well its a double. We can share."

"Its cool," Jacob replied again.

"Bro, make me feel a little better about this shit, aiight?" Dwayne stated, looking serious. "I didnt want to come up in here and have you sleep on the couch. I don't take much room, we can share the bed."

"You sure?" Jacob asked, more just too tired to argue the point. Dwayne seemed the hard headed type.

"Yeah Im sure. I don't snore either. You snore?" he smiled.

"No."

"Then its all good," the maori replied. "You'll get a better night on the bed than on that short little bitch couch."

Jacob nodded, pulling himself up from the couch with effort. Dwayne seemed happy that he'd finally given in, walking back to the bedroom. Fumbling for a lightswitch near the door. Jacob glanced back.

"Theres a lamp on the bedside. The light in there doesn't work."

"All good," came a reply.

Jacob headed over to the one wall light in the lounge, near the door. Flicking it off, and heading back to the bedroom. Dwayne was already there, on one side of the double bed. Undoing his shorts and letting them drop onto the floor before picking them back up and dumping them over a nearby pile of Jacobs clothes. Jacob found himself looking at the maori, lit there by the light of the lamp. In just his boxers and tshirt. The black tshirt fell down way past his waist. He almost found himself wanting Dwayne to take off the shirt as well, for some reason. He found himself thinking of how he'd been looking at Dwayne's face while he got off.

The feelings that had come with them.

Jacob pulled off his baggy tshirt, ditching it beside the bed as Dwayne climbed in. Made himself comfortable under the sheets. He rubbed his broad chest a little, before undoing his belt, sitting down to kick off his shoes, and let down his jeans. In just his boxers, he swung his feet about and lay back in the bed.

Jacob almost felt the fatigue of the night lift from his body. A relaxation unmatched by any. The soft caress of the sheets, the gentle hold of the pillow beneath his head and neck. He let a small sigh escape as he lay on the bed, pulling the sheets up right about him. Dwayne's weight beside him felt strange, alien. He'd never slept in a bed with anyone else before. The mere presence there would take some getting used to.

"Good night, bro," Dwayne said. He reached over and got the light, darkness quickly swallowing the small room. Jacob replied back, and closed his eyes in a bid to get some well needed rest.

But sleep didnt seem to come as easily as he would have thought.

Jacob stared up at the ceiling after a few moments of lying silently. As tired as his body was, his mind was still keeping him up. He'd stared too many times up at this same ceiling. It was as impassive and as lacking in answers as it always was, doing nothing to sooth him into sleep. He found himself doing little more than staring into the dark there, waiting. Hoping that sleep would take him in some brief respite from everything.

It wasn't for a while longer before Jacob started hearing the differences that came from having Dwayne there with him. He heard the maori breathing quietly. The quiet, content sounds of his rest. He wondered if the kid was still awake. Wondered if he'd fallen asleep easier than him. Jacob thought about how easily he'd got on with him. How his conversation seemed so relaxed. His nature almost easy to talk to. Having his weight there in his bed beside him felt strange to say the least.

Having anyone in his bed was strange.

Jacob wondered over what he'd shared with Dwayne. Blinking quietly. Concentrating on the silence, other than the brief, quiet hush of his and Dwayne's breath. He thought about their conversation just passed. How Dwayne seemed so easy on the whole subject of sex. He couldnt sleep. Jacob wanted to see if Dwayne was awake. Find some way to press the subject of sex again. He'd never really thought about it before.

Jacob had been bought up like any other kid in his area. He'd had the same urges. The same lusts as any kid his age. He grew up staring at girls and wondering. He'd work his cock at night, bringing himself to that blissful release in the dark of night. Just like now. Thinking what it would be like to have sex with a girl. Thinking to himself how it would be everything he'd dreamed of and heard of. His friends seemed well versed on everything regarding it. On what they wanted, and how to get it.

Jacob let out a breath, still staring into the dark. He'd shied away from the hushed conversations. The innocent experimentations. Jacob had shied away from it all, his life eventually consuming in his one true passion. Nothing matter other than that. It was his thrill. It felt better than getting off, being those turntables. In front of that crowd. Controlling them.

Jacob wanted to wake Dwayne. Ask him all the things he hadn't in his life. How often did he do it, he wondered. Dwayne seemed so relaxed on the subject. To him, he seemed like some sort of expert. Turning sex like he used to turn turntables.

Dwayne.

Jacob wondered if perhaps he could tell him where he went wrong. He smiled briefly, thinking of how he'd kick it with the guy. Perhaps he'd really take him up on that offer of going back home with him. Escape this place for a while. Perhaps that would give him the escape he needed from here. Sleeping with whatever girl he wanted. Dwayne and him could double team them, just like they did tonight. The maori could teach him where he went wrong in sexing a girl.

The quiet breaths continued beside him, within him. Jacob had no idea how long he'd been staring up at the ceiling. It could have been hours for all he knew. His mind drifting with thoughts of sex, and Dwayne. How he'd bonded so quickly with him.

How he'd stared at him as he got off in the girl.

Had he even got off fucking her, Jacob found himself asking. Was it the feeling of fucking her pussy, or was it something else. Jacob swallowed. Thinking of how he'd spent the time staring at Dwayne. Watching his strong, experienced strokes. Thinking of how he looked so nice doing it. Confident. That in itself had made him push harder, sink deeper. It had got him by in that torrid storm, where all he wanted was the wet shower of release.

Dwayne staring back at him.

Jacob breathed out another long breath. He remembered those eyes. Blissful and lost. They looked like he wished he felt about life. Dwayne's eyes there had carried with them a pleasure and easy enjoyment that Jacob wished he could feel every day. Those eyes seemed happier. Even if Dwayne shared fairly much the same life as his. Those dark brown eyes, staring back at his. As he stroked.

He relived the strong throb and pulse of his climax. The thrill of Dwayne's hand on his hip. Jacob wondered why Dwayne had put it there, thinking perhaps he mistook it for the girls. He discovered with a start that his own hand was nearer to that same hip than he had expected. Jacob felt his boxers shift slightly as his cock moved, stirred by a slight erection.

If it felt like it did with a girl, how would it feel with a guy? Jacob felt his heart throbbing in his chest as he entertained those thoughts. The darkness about him made them slightly easier in coming. As if no one would see his thoughts in this deep of night. Having Dwayne lying next to him, hopefully asleep, beside him, pulled him back to reality quickly. The weight there next to him. The mere presence.

Jacobs mind flooded with so many questions he wanted to ask Dwayne. Why did they come so long after the conversation? The big guy wanted to wake him. He found himself almost daring himself to do it. Just find out if he was awake. Jacob sucked in a tight breath, feeling the anticipation, the apprehension in his body.

"You awake."

The question was too soft, Jacob thought. As the dark shadows fell into their deafening silence again. Replied to only by the soft breaths beside him. Jacob turned his head, looking at the dark shape beside him. Feeling the hard lump in his boxers. The possibilities scared him as much as having sex with that girl had. Yet somewhere inside he felt the same fatalistic push. His mind telling him to fuck everything. How his life was already so screwed. Anything to break the monotony of the days.

Tomorrow would dawn. Dwayne would leave. Things would go back to their drudge. He'd sit here. Alone. In the ghetto. Not knowing what day it was. Not remembering how long it was since this had all happened. Life would continue to pass him by. He found himself almost more scared of that than anything. It almost bought him to tears.

Jacob stared along the dark shadow beside him in the bed. His mind deadened on the here and now. The big guy wanted almost to make up for how bad it had felt. Wanted to know if it was truly what he thought it was that took him to that edge. Over it. That filled that clammy condom with his seed. Jacob wanted to know if he had truly wished the girl had been elsewhere, and it was Dwayne against him. Had he even thought that, was that what took him over the edge.

Jacob felt the fatalistic push at his soul again. The same dead ended push that saw him see in one day after another. Because there was nothing else he could do in the face of what life had thrown at him. Because there was nothing else that he could do now, he reasoned.

Do it. Wake him up.

Jacob stared back up at the ceiling. His head seemed to pound as hard as his heart. His breath felt raw in his throat. He realized what it was he was really thinking. His mind putting it into the stark, bluntness that he saw before him in the shadows of the night. He wanted to ask Dwayne for sex. He didnt know how to ask.

Do it.

Jacob opening his mouth again, finding the words trapped. He glanced over again at Dwayne, wondering if he was asleep again, rather than push ahead.

Do it.

That same fatalistic spirit in him hit home again. It had spoken to him as loud as it did when he was outside the Purebreed stronghold. Fuck the bitch. Fuck life. Just do it. You might as well. Its an easy opportunity. Take it.

Easy as Dwayne lying beside him now.

Chances are he wasn't going to have a guy lying in his bed again like this. Jacobs mind rushed with his thoughts. His body and cock swelled with his emotions, the possibilities. The thought of maybe it feeling better than it had fucking that bitch. He thought of Dwayne's confidence. Doing what he wanted to. Taking what he wanted. The bliss he had seen in his eyes. Theres a first time for everything. Might as well do it now.

Jacob reached over. Put his hand on Dwayne's lanky body.

Shaking, Jacob ran his hand down the far side of Dwayne's body. Sliding down slowly until he felt the end of his tshirt, the slickness of his silk boxers. Jacob breathed a full breath as he pushed his hand upwards, under the tshirt. Feeling Dwayne stirring slightly as his hand made contact with his warm, smooth skin. Jacob felt himself forgetting everything that had held him back, just doing it because he could. Because he wanted to know if it felt better. Pushing his hand up until he had his hand on Dwayne's chest.

Jacob lay there, breathing heavily in the dark. Hearing Dwayne's breath just as heavily. He paused, staring at the dark shape that was. Lying on his side, close to Dwayne. His hand still on the left side of his chest. He could tell the maori was awake now. By the way he moved slightly, the way his heart beat. His breath rushed.

Too late to ask him for it now, Jacob thought. He'd committed himself too far, too fast. What if he'd said no?

Jacob found himself not caring. If this was the last night he had on this earth. Fuck tomorrow. Fuck it all. He found himself wanting one thing, after having taken the same monotony day after day from life. Jacob felt a strength in taking what he wanted, right here and now. Frustrated by the lack of pleasure he'd had from the girl. Confused by the feelings he'd had looking at Dwayne. Right now he wanted this.

Single minded. Hard.

Jacob leaned in a little closer, moving his hand in a smooth glide down Dwayne's body, along his side. He felt Dwayne flinch as his hand slipped down onto his hip, under his boxers. Heard the tight gasp. Jacob knew he was awake. He knew that Dwayne knew what was happening to him. Jacobs cock thumped with a painful hardness, stiff as ever inside his boxers.

Jacob worked his hand lower in Dwayne's boxers. Pushed them down as he ran his hand down Dwayne's lean thigh. They caught, Jacob tugging firmly. They gave easily, Jacob moving his hand to pull them down better in front. Working silently under the sheets.

"Jake."

The voice was quiet, almost hoarse. Jacob swallowed, feeling Dwayne's boxers slip down properly as he pulled. He felt the burning heat of the maoris cock. Felt it touch against his hand, almost making Dwayne jump. It was hard.

"Jake."

"Take off your shirt," Jacob muttered. He didnt feel like taking it off him himself. His cock was hurting almost in its hardness. Jacob tugged hard on the baggy material, Dwayne quickly moving to pull it off. Jacob saw the dark shape of Dwayne's lanky form, sitting up beside him. The shirt fell down beside the bed, as Jacob pushed Dwayne back down on the bed.

His hand slipped about Dwayne's stiff cock. His body pressed down hard against the maoris. Jacob heard the gasp.

"Jake," Dwayne said again. Mustering breath. "What you doing?"

Jacob felt his strength waver. What the fuck was he doing? The frustration set in, his palm burning with the heat of Dwayne's thick cock. He felt the length of it, sitting perfectly in his palm. Jacob cussed silently. Just like then, the fatal single mindedness gave up when he was in the thick of it. It pushed him into the situation and left him there. The dark thoughts he had entertained seemed to peter out, along with his want and enthusiasm for the task. Fuck life's ways.

"What you doing, bro." The soft, almost scared tones came again. Jacob didnt like hearing Dwayne's voice in that tone.

"Fuck, Im sorry."

Jacob panted, his hand still locked firmly about Dwayne's throbbing penis. The kid was all but naked beside him in his bed. Their position far more than just sexual. Both men hard, aroused in body, if not mind.

"You a big guy, Jake," came the reply. Jacob stared silently into the dark. "I cant fight you off. I aint even gonna try. I don't want to get hurt."

"No," Jacob huffed. Fuck this. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I aint gonna fight you, Jake. I don't want to get hurt."

"No. I wont hurt you. I mean ... fuck."

Jacob let go of Dwayne's cock, as much as he didnt want to. He pulled himself back, under the sheets, as if it would give him some place to hide. The dark didnt help. Nothing did. Dwayne was still there beside him. Almost naked. What the fuck did he just do?

"I didnt mean to touch you like that," Jacob said. "Im so fucking sorry."

Jacob wanted the silence to stop. Thought to fill it with his apologies. To spill all the reasons and justifications of why he'd done what he'd done. He hated what he knew Dwayne was thinking. That he'd grabbed him in the dark without his permission. That he was going to force himself on him. That Dwayne thought he was going to rape him.

What scared Jacob more than anything was that, at one point, he felt like he would have. He would have done what he started out to do. To get off and feel good. No matter what Dwayne wanted.

"Im so fucking sorry."

"Its cool, Jake. I aint hurt," Dwayne said quietly. Jacob felt a hand on his shoulder. "Its cool."

"I shouldn't have touched you like that," Jacob replied. He want panting. Shaking.

"Its cool, bro. I didnt know you got down like that," he said. There was another long silence. "If I had have known ..."

"Ill sleep on the couch," Jacob said with a sudden determination. He started to get up. Felt Dwayne pull him back down, with a firmness.

"No. Its ok," Dwayne said. "I want you to stay."

"I wanted to ask you," stated Jacob, his mind was buzzing. He was still shaking badly. He stayed on his back, laying where Dwayne had pulled him down. "I didnt know how to ask for it. I didnt know what you'd say. I never know how to ask about that sort of thing."

"Did you even like fucking that bitch?" Dwayne ventured. Jacob couldnt bring himself to look at the maori, even in the darkness. He felt so bared and open.

"I don't think so."

"You think you would have liked my stuff better?" he asked further.

"I don't know. I wanted to try it. I wanted to know sex felt better than that ... slut," Jacob cussed again silently at his stupidity. "Fuck this. Fuck Im sorry." He knew there was no way to take back the damage he had done. So stupidly.

"You should have asked me, Jake."

"Fuck I know. Im sorry. I wanted to. I didnt know what to say," Jacob cursed himself.

"No, bro. I mean you should have asked me. I would have let you," Dwayne replied. His tone seemed too settled, controlled. Jacob felt his words strike through his apologetic tirades. "Might be your first time with a guy, but I've been with guys before."

"What?"

"Yeah, bro. I've fucked with guys before. Its how I knew that bitch had already taken it in the ass," Dwayne explained. Jacob glanced at him, almost confused. "Fuck I should say sorry. I thought your shit was with girls. I just assumed you liked girls. Fuck I thought you'd screwed bitches every night. I mean ... a guy like you wouldn't have trouble getting it."

Jacob was lost for words. He lay quietly on the bed, finding his eyes staring again at the ceiling above him. He felt Dwayne shift a little beside him.

"That bitch really fucked you up, huh?"

"Yes," Jacob replied bluntly. "I don't know what should feel good."

"Im sorry, bro. I shouldn't have pulled you in like that. I should have asked ..."

Jacob didnt like the fact Dwayne was the one apologizing. "It would have happened. I would have done it eventually. Its not your fault."

"I just assumed. You do that. You don't think a guy likes getting down with guys," Dwayne seemed to chuckle slightly. Jacob didnt find any relief in his attempt to lighten the air. "Fuck, you thought I just got down with girls, huh?"

"Yes," Jacob said. He asked suddenly, as if leaping to the opportunity. "You mess with guys?"

"Yeah."

"You like it?"

"Yeah I do."

"You don't think that's strange or anything?" Jacob asked. His mind was quickly mulling over it all. He never for a second thought that Dwayne would even think about guys. Who would? He was right.

"Course not. Feels as good as fucking a girl, bro," replied Dwayne. "Well, I mean for me at least. Don't mean that shits got to be the same for you." Dwayne shifted again slightly. Jacob could see that he was on his side, looking at him. He kept his eyes on the ceiling.

"I thought it would feel good. I mean the sex. I did it because I thought, what the fuck," Jacob said. It got a chuckle from Dwayne. "Didnt feel like I thought it would."

"Well, maybe you would like it better with a guy," Dwayne replied. "Don't mean theres anything wrong with you. Fuck, knowing you like I do now, I think you got fucking balls to lose your virginity to a fucking bitch at a party. Damn, bro. That aint no way to get it. That wouldn't have helped."

"I shouldn't have done it."

"That how you feel? Would you take it back if you could?"

Jacob thought on that a moment, "I don't know. I thought it would feel different."

"If you think trying it with a guy would be better for you, do it, bro," Dwayne explained. "You aint gotta think what mahfuckas gonna think. Fuck they aint even got to know. Sex is about feeling good, bro. You got to do what feels good. Fuck the world, huh?"

"Yes, I suppose," Jacob replied.

"Don't mean no shit though," Dwayne stated, almost quickly. "Don't mean you have to make up your mind about no shit. Don't mean your this or that, you know."

Jacob guessed he knew what he was talking about. He wondered if Dwayne thought he was straight or gay. After all, he fucked with both sexs. Didnt that make him bisexual? Dwayne didnt even seem to think of it that way. The thought really hadn't occurred to Jacob either.

"Did you know you were touching me when we had sex," Jacob asked. He corrected himself. "I mean, when we were fucking that girl?"

"Yeah I knew. You had your hand on me, I didnt think you'd mind," replied Dwayne. He propped his head up with his hand, still looking at Jacob. "Did you?"

"No."

"I sorta liked feeling your thrusts, you know," Dwayne smiled. "Hope you don't mind me saying that shit. I don't mean to freak you out."

Jacob blushed suddenly. Why he should blush when he was talking almost so frankly about sex. When he had almost forced himself upon a guy who was still pretty much naked in his bed next to him. Why he should blush at that, he didnt know.

"Its ok. Looking at you moving got me off I think," Jacob admitted. "I don't know. I think it did."

"You a cool guy, Jake," the maori smiled at him. "I didnt talk to you to get into your bed or anything. I wasn't thinking sex when I met you. You a good looking guy. I thought that when I met you, but I didnt hang with you all night just to get in your pants. Shit didnt even come into my head. You cool peeps, Jake."

Jacob felt his pale cheeks flush again somewhat. He was thankful it was dark. "Thanks. Your cool too." He meant that. He didnt know if that conveyed it that much.

"I just wish Id known. Shit, I would have done it different," he replied. "Not get you up in some slut."

"Its ok."

"You want to ask me anything, Jake, its all good," Dwayne continued. There was an almost long, deadened silence. "I know you thinking about sex, huh?"

Jacob felt his heart thumping. Was he that easy to read? "Yes."

"You know Id be cool to let you do whatever it was you was thinking when you touched me," stated Dwayne. Jacob heard a seriousness in his tone.

"Yes." Its all that Jacob could think to say. He wasn't sure if he was holding back.

"Id rather be your first than have it with someone you didnt know," Dwayne said after a moment. "I mean, know better than walking into their room and seeing their ass naked on the bed."

Jacob stayed silent. As if he was waiting for Dwayne to make an advance on him. If he was really as good looking as he said he was, then he'd have no problem making the first move. Jacob all but expected it. Was waiting for Dwayne's hand to come down on his chest. To have Dwayne push himself on him. Sex him up for his own pleasure like it was nothing. The casual, easy manner that he seemed to take life with.

The touch never came.

"I don't know what to do," Jacob admitted. "I mean, I don't know how to do it."

"Its cool, bro," Dwayne said, shifting his weight again. "Hows about we just hold each other. If you feel like doing anything, Im down. Else we can just sleep together."

Jacob nodded. That sounded sensible. A strange way to look at it, but it felt right. Comfortable. He moved a little, seeing that Dwayne's boxers were still down somewhat. His cock leaned languidly over to one side, partly hard still. Jacob could feel his own, in his boxers. Still chubby in a semi erect state. He finally got the courage to at least make some move towards what he wanted.

"Can we hold each other naked?"

"Yeah sure," Dwayne replied, casually. He started to work his boxers off. Jacob admired his forwardness. The way nothing of this seemed to ashame him in the least.

Jacob worked his own boxers down, pushing them off into the bottom of the bed. Keeping his eyes away slightly as he moved, naked, towards Dwayne's own naked body. He felt a strange release as the maori took him into his arms. He all but shivered as his lanky arms wrapped up about his bigger body. And he took him into his own arms. Pressing every part of him against Dwayne. He realized with a suddenness that this was just how he had laid with Dwayne before. Minus the girl.

How he had wanted it like this. Got off on the thought.

Jacob relaxed as best he could in Dwayne's embrace. Smelt his body. Felt it. It felt alive, far more than just life itself. The touch of Dwayne's smooth skin against his. The smell of his body. The way that the maori seemed to fit every curve of his body, along his. It felt so good being this close to someone, albeit a somewhat frightening experience. Jacob found his mind slightly less numbed to the task than it had been last time. He was awake to this. He wanted to share himself, willingly. He felt the same willingness in Dwayne's body.

How they felt as one. Not just two people lying against each other. Fucking. Moving. Pushing against each other in a crass effort to get off.

Jacob rested his head down on the pillow. Sharing Dwayne's breath and warmth in the darkness. He heard Dwayne's breath, felt it against his skin. The soft warmth everywhere about him. The maori moved slightly, working the sheets back up over their bodies, pulling them into an even more comfortable embrace. Rested back down again, satisfied in the mere presence of Jacobs big body in his arms.

Jacob felt exactly the same thing. Happy in just holding him. Having him close as he was. Together in the dark, in a comfortable softness, a warmth unparalleled. Jacob didnt feel the pressure or urgency like he had the last time. Although he realized with a firmness how hard he was. How it felt pressing against Dwayne's belly. Finding a strange thrill in the proof of Dwayne's own arousal, set against his own body.

Hes enjoying this as much as I am.

"You cool?"

"Yes."

"Good. Same here," Dwayne said, in an almost uncharacteristic bluntness. "Don't feel pressured into any shit, bro. Im cool just sleeping like this with you."

Jacob sighed quietly, his head rested against Dwayne's shoulder. His hands gently stroking the soft skin of the maoris back. He couldnt equal the feelings he felt with any other in his life. How good it felt to have the maoris lanky body within his big arms. There was a certain degree of reassurance, just in having him hold him. His whole self bared to this kid he barely knew. His body shared with him in such a deep, intimate way.

Jacob found himself gently kissing at Dwayne's shoulder there. Slowly at first. Just pressing his lips against his soft skin. Tasting and feeling the sensation of his mouth against the kids skin. Feeling the hardness of his body, like that which he felt at almost every point along his own. Again, under his lips, proof again of the paradoxical soft and firmness of Dwayne's smooth body.

Encouraged somewhat by Dwayne's own quiet moans, the gentle strokes that he lingered over his wide back and shoulders, Jacob kissed a little more along Dwayne's neck. An angelic softness and comfort. He wanted nothing more than an eternity of this heaven. Joining as one with Dwayne in the mere act of holding.

Lifting his head, Jacob looked into Dwayne's eyes. He saw them closed, the content expression on the kids face. It was a moment later before Dwayne opened his eyes, stared straight back into his own eyes. Jacob left himself content in Dwayne's brown eyes. His hardened, yet handsome face. He lost himself in the infiniteness of Dwayne's gaze. Smiling.

Dwayne smiled back. Suddenly. Widely.

"What?"

"Ah, nothing bro," Dwayne commented, dismissively. The maori lowered his eyes a little. "Just ... Its cool holding you."

Jacob smiled, more relaxed and easy than he had that night. He didnt smile much, but this one was honest. Genuine. He couldnt help himself, given what he was feeling. He thought to say something, glancing back up to Dwayne's eyes.

Feeling his lips press suddenly against his.

Jacob moaned as Dwayne all but leap him in a blinding fury of passion. A passion that conveyed in his powerful kiss, locking with his lips in a second. Bliss. Pleasure he would never have imagined. Heightened innumerably by the strong passion behind it. That which he felt overtaking him, in Dwayne's tightening embrace. Reciprocating within him as Jacob kissed back with as much ferocity. Sensing against his body how painfully Dwayne wanted what he was doing. How much he wanted to do it in return.

Jacob felt Dwayne's arms surrounding him with a strength he would never have guessed he possessed in his lanky frame. His own arms as tight about Dwayne's body. His hands roaming, like Dwayne's, about the back of the maoris smooth body. Feeling the fiery passion against his lips, the utter surrender Dwayne was making, matched by his own as Jacob grasped and rubbed hungrily at the lean body along his. He grunted as Dwayne pulled at him. Rolling. Taking his bigger body almost totally on top of his.

Unable to break the kiss, even if he had wanted to, Jacob moved himself better atop Dwayne. One leg between his, the other at the maoris side. His penis felt like hot steel, Dwayne's own a burning, thick brand pressed against his skin. He felt the rough brush of Dwayne's pubic hair as he moved, thrust slightly with his hips. Both men hungry beyond words, wanting so strongly to dine on what was before them. Scarcely able to decide on what to do, or how best to do it, as their bodies burned with a consuming passion for each other.

Jacobs braids hung about him as he broke the kiss slightly. Hearing Dwayne gasp, panting loudly, muttering words he didnt understand. Jacob heard nothing but the feelings in his body, kissing downward, his hands gliding down over the parts of Dwayne's body his lips longed to be. His mouth explored the maoris lean chest, felt the cold press of the pendant still about his neck. Dwayne moaned, arched uselessly under his big body as Jacob clamped his mouth down over his nipple there. Sucked strongly.

Jacob panted quietly, heavily. His eyes closed as he felt Dwayne's body beneath his lips. His lips exploring as fully as his hands. Consuming the feasts of Dwayne's warm body. All the while, Jacob feeling the thick, thumping hardness of Dwayne's penis, moving slowly up his body as he moved down. Tracing up his abs, then into the center of his chest. Beating like his own second heart. Jacob moaned as he felt Dwayne's hands working at his neck and shoulders. His muttered encouragement as he moved further down. Realizing with wide eyes what he meant to do. That he didnt care.

Jacob put his mouth about Dwayne's cock softly.

Slowly, ignoring the sensations of utter fullness within his mouth, Jacob began to push downward. His big hands holding Dwayne's body, feeling the strength with which the maori writhed within his grasp. As if to escape, the pleasure too much to bare. Dwayne's voice was loud as he groaned, Jacob finding himself breathing in tight blasts through his nose as he took more and more of Dwayne's cock into his mouth. Trying admirably to swallow it all. Finding himself gagging slightly, easing up t suck at the maoris thick shaft.

Jacob did what he longed to have done to him, by the person he did it to. His head moving up and down slowly as he sucked and licked at Dwayne's thick length. Jacob put his hands either side of Dwayne's hips, holding him strong and steady. His writhing thrusts, accompanied by his powerful groans were throwing Jacob off, making it harder to do what he wanted. Holding Dwayne down, feeling his upper body still moving strongly, Jacob continued sucking and moving on the kids penis. The velvet hardness and strange salty taste as thrill to his senses as the thick musk of his pubes. Scratching against his nose with each thrust.

Jacob heard the stream of curses as he continued. Dwayne's groaned and strong words as he tried to push up against that true source of pleasure. He heard him lapse into what he guessed was Dwayne's natural tongue. It only made him more focussed, determined. Seeing single mindedly what Dwayne felt welling so powerfully within him. He felt the kids body almost quivering under his hands. He struggled a little, almost strongly, his hands clamping tightly on the back of Jacobs neck. Jacob grunted slightly at the pain, feeling Dwayne's cock seem to almost throb within his mouth.

'That's right ... come on ... bring it on, Devious. Don't hold it back ... I want to taste it ... yes, that's right ... I want to taste your cum.' Jacob found his mind filled with silent words he wanted to speak, as the act he committed spoke so deeply within him. As the powerful throbbing he felt within his mouth.

despite the building peak of signs, and Dwayne's cries, Jacob felt the surging thrust of Dwayne's climax take him almost by surprise. Filling his mouth with an overbearing thickness, a saltiness that made him almost want to gag. A taste he both seriously disliked, but wanted nothing less than to swallow. His mouth worked and sucked at the pulsing, shooting cock within, swallowing Dwayne's rich load without question. Jacob could almost smell the seedy musk of it in his nostrils.

Pulling up, Jacob breathed out strongly. Adding air to the volumes of semen that had filled his body. He realized how sweaty he was, how much so Dwayne was, as he lay there on the bed. The maoris face was disbelieving. Open. His mouth gasping for breath as he felt the waves of post orgasmic bliss washing over him. Jacob held himself, stopping from collapsing down on Dwayne in his own fatigue, born of the act of giving him head.

"Fuck Jake ... fuck ..." Dwayne smiled weakly. "You fucking suck like a fucking pro. That didnt feel amateur."

Jacob stroked Dwayne's face lightly, laying along the length of the maoris body. "If only I could tell you how you feel to me," he said quietly. He saw the expression of warmth take Dwayne's face. As the guy smiled back at him.

"You a fucking dream, Jake."

"I hope this isn't," he replied quietly. Jacob rested his head against Dwayne's chest, feeling the kid moving his lanky legs out. His big body rested comfortably there between them.

"You got any lube?" Dwayne asked quietly. Jacob shook his head, almost cursing the fact he didnt. "Its cool. Spit on your hand and lube your dick up that way."

Jacob looked back at Dwayne's face. It wasn't that he hadn't thought of it in the heights of his passion with the maori. But having Dwayne ask for it. No, less than that. Expecting it. Coaching him on it. Assuming it would be what Jacob would do. Jacob found himself almost shiver, his wet body still pressed along Dwayne's. He spat into his hand, and found his still aching cock. Running his fist down its length as his sticky spit eased the passage.

"Bit on my ass too," Dwayne breathed quietly, heavily. "Try and push a little inside. I've never taken it in the ass before."

Jacob thought to stop. To try and reason with Dwayne. He didnt want him loosing his anal virginity just like that. Someone who had had as much sex as he didnt. And was letting him do what no other person had? He wasn't sure he deserved the honor. Not sure about how it felt to have Dwayne offer it to him. So readily, it seemed. He stared up into Dwayne's eyes, seeing only quiet approval. A firm seriousness in what he was undertaking. A hint of anxiety.

"Your a fucking big guy, Jake," he said quietly. "Im gonna need a little loosening up. Its cool, just put your finger up in my ass. Nice and slow. Ill guide you through it all."

Jacob did as Dwayne said, moving his still wet hand up to his ass. It felt hot. Almost hotter than his heavy, well hanging nuts that sat just above his ass hole there. He heard Dwayne gasp tightly as he attempted to put his index finger into him. Perhaps a little too eager, too rough. Jacob stopped instantly, pushing a little more slowly, firmly. He still felt Dwayne's apprehension. The tightness in his legs and mostly his ass.

Jacobs finger slowly sunk to its knuckle inside Dwayne's clamping ass hole. He didnt know how best to do this. He saw Dwayne's cock, in all its short thickness, still lying stiff along his stomach. His balls hanging low just below. Jacob gently pushed and probed, thinking to ease Dwayne's pain a little as he stared at his balls. He lowered his mouth, taking the kids nuts in slowly.

Dwayne moaned quietly, softly. Not the same as he had when he had sucked on his cock. It was a different sort of moan. Jacob gently continued working in his finger, then another, as Dwayne instructed him too. Keeping up a slow, just firm attention to the maoris hanging nuts. Jacob marvelled over them, found himself aroused and envious almost of Dwayne's balls. So low, even while he was hard. He licked and sucked at the kinky skin there. Feeling the scratch of his thin hair.

"Ok ... come up here."

Jacob pulled himself slowly out of Dwayne, doubtful of how he could enter him when he'd so tightly taken only two of his fingers. He moved into an embrace on top of Dwayne, wondering if he should really do this. He had never met anything so true as when he had said that he didnt want to hurt Dwayne. He almost flinched at the mere hints of pain on his face as he had fingered at his hole.

Laying atop Dwayne, Jacob felt the maori shift him slightly. Legs splayed wide, his cock nested suddenly and firmly against Dwayne's skin. Bluntly. Dwayne muttered quietly for him to shift it. Put it against his ass. Jacob found himself wanting to do this so bad. The anticipation arched through his hot body. He found himself holding himself back against the passion, the want to be inside Dwayne. To share with him the same virginity he was surrendering to him.

Jacob groaned quietly as his head pushed against Dwayne's ass hole. Nested there almost so perfectly. Held in that exquisite softness. Needing little more encouragement than the feeling within himself, Jacob did what he knew Dwayne would have told him to, if he had not. Slowly, his eyes all but lost in Dwayne's, he began to push forward, feeling the sudden, searing heat of his body there as it began to swallow in his head.

"Oh fuck ..." Dwayne's head fell back slightly, Jacob stopped instantly. "Fuck! don't fucking stop ... don't ever fucking stop ..."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Jake, you aint gonna hurt me," Dwayne said firmly, yet with a sweaty smile. "You big, but I can take it. I wanna take it, Jake. I wanna take you. I ..." Dwayne relaxed back, Jacob feeling the slight give in his tight ring of muscle.

Pressing forward again slightly, Jacob leaned himself in against his cock. He heard Dwayne's soft moans, watching as he kept his head back, stared up at nothing in the darkness. Jacob found himself wanting to see Dwayne's eyes. Still scared of the quiet moans, touched with the slight effort of pain that he made. He felt as if he was slowly moving into a warmer, brighter heaven than he had ever felt. Inevitable. He strived deeper to be closer to it.

Jacob began to work in slow thrusts, finding it bought a tight, beautiful pleasure, despite how little of his cock was inside Dwayne. He felt Dwayne tighten, his hands rubbing smoothly at his shoulders again. His moans quiet, almost controlled, compared to the fury he had cussed out during his blow job. He felt all too natural urges within his hips, gently, firmly stroking up against that tight heat. Feeling as, with each push, it gave just a little more to his advance.

Taken by a powerful lust, and by the building stroke in his body, Jacob began to start taking Dwayne in the depths of lovemaking. More than half of his long cock still outside the maoris ass, he stroked with what he had, his body arching back as he let out moans of his own. Building in power as his strokes became more powerful. The heat all but stifling on his dick. Against his body. He felt the wetness between them there, in the dark. Jacob found himself feeling what he had always imagined in a lovers embrace. Good, pure. Everything he had dreamed, but more.

Jacobs hips began a rhythmic thrust as he built his pace. Moaning, then kissing, holding Dwayne. Moaning and muttering undying words as strong as the pleasure that burned within his cock. Jacob felt a little more of it slip within, Dwayne's ass still tight, unable to the task, despite the kids willingness to take. Jacob didnt care. All he cared about was in his arms, under his lips. All he cared about was right here, making him feel the most powerful of pleasures he had ever taken.

Jacob felt Dwayne moving with him as he thrust. As he began taking him more fully in the heights of his lovemaking. Jacob felt an almost dizzying high explode within him, as his climax rushed and flooded within him. Building with an intensity matched only by his strokes. Never end. Never let this stop. Let me spend an eternity with this. Jacob closed his eyes tight, holding on to Dwayne's lanky body like it was all that kept him in life.

His moans loudening with each thrust, Jacob thrust with the urgency he felt within him. There was a sticky wetness against him. As he rubbed his body against Dwayne's in the act of love. It made the task easier, wetting him from his groin to almost his chest. He smelt the powerful musk of Dwayne's sex again, realizing what had happened. Feeling his own peak surging within him. He cried out loudly as it hit. Filling Dwayne with the power the maori had filled him.

Still crying, Jacob froze hard as he emptied his load within Dwayne's ass. His cock still just only over half way inside Dwayne. The rest, his balls, his inner legs, wet with his sweat. His cock throbbing and shooting in an almost painful giving of cum. Jacob shuddered as he felt the last of his seed release from him. Coaxed so quickly in the intense act of making love to Dwayne. So simple a task, not like the labored efforts he had been forced to commit earlier.

Easing softly from Dwayne's ass, Jacob collapsed on his side beside the maori. Feeling the maoris lips against his. His soft words. He felt a full, yet satisfying fatigue in his body. His muscles ached with something more beautiful than that which it had earlier in the night. He couldnt find the words he needed to explain what he felt. He wanted to say them to Dwayne.

He felt his breath. Dwayne's own against his skin. He felt the kid move slightly, pause, then put something up about his neck. Jacob moved up a little, realizing and seeing that Dwayne was pulling his pendant about his neck.

"Don't say shit," Dwayne said. "I don't want to lose what we got now. We can talk in the morning."

Jacob felt the cool stone settle against his chest, feeling Dwayne's arms returning about his body as he lay with him. Exhausted in the act of loving Dwayne. Jacob felt a warm glow within him. Reassured even further by Dwayne words. His unexpected gesture. He kept to Dwayne's words. Said nothing as he wrapped his arms about Dwayne. Knowing that sleep would come more easily within Dwayne's embrace.

Jacob couldnt think of the words to say, anyway. No words could explain his first time.