Jake

The places in this story are real, but any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. The story also contains explicit sex between males. If such is objectionable to you or if you are underage to read such material, please move on. Otherwise, enjoy the story. Feedback is appreciated. macoutmann@yahoo.com

JAKE

by Macout Mann

All the bad weather this Spring's been terrible for the tornado and flood victims. But I can't complain.

My job working on updating a condo development had just petered out, when this little town, Vilonia, about thirty miles from here got totally leveled by a tornado. So I was glad to get on with a contractor working to repair some of the damage.

Name's Mark. I'm a 33 year old construction worker. Blond, 5' 11", muscular but not muscle-bound. Settled in Little Rock, Arkansas five years ago after I'd bummed around the country ever since high school.

FEMA likes for contractors to hire locals, when a disaster comes along. Helps jack the economy back up. So I wound up having this kid working with me. Jake'd just graduated from high school, but he was a damned good worker.

I could've driven back and forth from the city every day, but the contractor wanted us to put in twelve hour days; so they paid to put guys like me up in Conway, the nearest town where there were any motels left. Jake was local, though; so he was expected to stay with his folks. Problem was that his folks were still in a shelter, and he felt he was a burden having to live with them. Second day on the job I told him I had an extra bed in my room and he was welcome to it. I told him I slept naked, though, and that might bother him. He said that wasn't a problem. He slept naked too. So I said, "Cool. Be my guest!"

Now, believe me, I didn't have any designs on the kid's bod. I was just being a Good Samaritan. I drove him over to Conway. I did pay for his supper. The poor bastard didn't even have food money. He promised to pay me back, when he got paid. I told him hamburgers didn't cost all that much. To forget it.

When we went to bed, he did notice I go commando, and he did ask when I started to sleep naked. I told him when I was 12 and stopped wearing underwear. He volunteered that he still wore briefs, but started sleeping naked because it pissed off his mom. "It was also better to jack off in a wash rag than cum in my briefs," he added with an embarrassed giggle.

So that's the way it was. He did start to freeball, which was o.k. with me. He had a nice package, and on the job, I'm sure he felt better hanging loose.

He also woke up every morning with a raging piss hard. Embarrassed the hell out of him the first time I saw it, but I told him not to worry. Normal growing boy stuff. I let him see me hard a coupla times, so it didn't seem to bother him any more. Mine wasn't a piss hard though.

A lot of guys were working seven days a week, trying to finish up as quick as they could, get paid, and move on to another job. Our boss had a wife and kids back in Little Rock, though, and wanted to spend the weekends with them. So after work Friday, I had to head back to my apartment in town until Monday morning. I told Jake he was welcome to come back with me. I had plenty of room. And he accepted.

When I got home I stripped off like I usually do. "So you become a nudist when you get to the big city?" he asked.

"Nah, not really," I replied. "I just figure it's my pad, so why not be comfortable. I like the feeling. You know, like going skinny dipping. Aint many things that feel better than a breeze on your bare bod."

I got a coupla beers outa the fridge, handed him one, and stretched out on the sofa. He peeled off his jeans too, and took a long swig. "My mom'd have a bird if she knew I was drinking beer," he said.

"Shit, man," I responded, "I don't wanna lead you astray. Don't drink it, if you don't think you should."

He giggled and replied that he'd drunk beers before. But his parents thought drinking was a sin, "and.....well, you know."

"I don't think the Bible says that anyplace," I said. "Says you shouldn't drink too much, but I don't think you oughta do too much of anything."

We were nursing our second brew, when Jake said, "Funny. A week ago I'd've said two dudes sittin' up naked drinking would have to be queer."

"Well, you'd mostly be right, I guess. These days guys aint as comfortable with their bodies as they used to be, though. When I was a kid, I went to a school that was about a hundred years old. The boys' john just had a trough along one wall to piss in. A row of stools side by side on the other wall to shit in. No partitions anywhere. Nobody gave a damn. If you went to the Y to swim, they wouldn't let you wear trunks. You jumped in bareassed. Nobody gave it a second thought. Nowadays I even know construction guys that won't take a piss unless they're in a little private booth.

"Me? I aint shy about anybody seeing my bod. I'm in pretty good shape, and if they aint seen a dick before, it's time they fucking did."

Giggling again he said, "I guess you're right." Then he added, "But what if you do run into a faggot?"

"As if you aint already!" I answered. "How many dudes were in your graduating class?"

"About twenty."

I'd give you odds at least one's gay. Probably two or three. I know for sure that a coupla guys we work with every day'd just love to suck that young dick of yours!"

"How can you say that?"

"Because I've let `em suck me."

Too fucking honest, I realized.

"You're.....?" He couldn't finish the question.

"A lot of people'd say I am. Like your folks for sure. But no. I'm what they call bisexual. I like gals and guys. I think most people would be bi, if it wasn't for all the shit the churches and society put out about sex. But anyway, that's what I am and proud of it.

"But, by the way, dude, you don't have to worry about gettin' raped by old Mark."

"But you're about the most macho guy I've ever seen. And there aint anybody on the job that acts like a faggot."

"Hell, man, ninety percent of gays don't act feminine. And I sure as hell aint about to jump in bed with any limp-wristed queens. I aint goanna say who they are, but the guys I'm talking about are just as masculine as you are. And any gay classmate you had is as likely to be a football player as anything else. Don't be fooled."

Jake was super quiet for several minutes.

"I didn't mean to get into all this," I said. "I'll drive you back to Vilonia, if you'd like."

"No, that's o.k.," he answered. "I'm just.....well.....I guess it's just got to sink in.

"I aint never had sex with anytody," he continued. Not that I wouldn't have. But my folks would've had a bird if I ever dated any of the gals that would fuck. And the gals that I did date were `good Christian girls' that would never put out until they got married."

Another long silence followed. "I never dreamed of actually getting it on with another guy," he said. "But I.....well, I gotta admit I've checked out some of my buds. Hell, I've even checked you out. And I've sort of wondered what.....O god, what am I saying?"

"You're saying you're a normal kid, Jake. Even the straightest teens'll check out other guys. You haven't been ready to do anything, maybe never would want to do anything; but some of your buddies have aroused your interest. Nothing wrong with that. But, you know something? Because of how you've been raised, you never even admitted to yourself what's been happening.

"But I'll say it again. Right now you can relax, bud. You can be damned sure if I'd been planning to get in your pants, I'd have tried it when we were in that fucking motel room. Not that you aint one hot little motherfucker."

And he sure as hell was. Nice thick neck, broad shoulders, well defined pecs, nice abs, and a thick dick surrounded by a curly brown nest, with neat thighs and well-formed calves below. And his bright, open face wasn't anything to sneeze at either.

I moved on to other things. Like we didn't have anything but beer in the fridge. So we put on clothes and headed to the supermarket.

When we got back, we heated up frozen pizza, had supper, drank a coupla more beers, and headed to bed. It had been a long week. He said he didn't wanna mess up my spare bedroom. He could sleep on the sofa. I said that's what the spare room was for. Not to sweat it. I let him shower first.

Next morning, we had a good breakfast. Like me, Jake didn't bother to dress. But he seemed nervous. Finally, he said, "Mark, I just don't get it. I mean, you're about the coolest dude I've ever met. All week I've been thinking it'd be great to be just like you. And then you tell me you mess around with other guys."

"Well, I probably shouldn't've. But you asked me how I knew, and I told you. I didn't think. But, hell man, it's not something I'm ashamed of. It's just something I do, you know.

"The way I look at it, what a motherfucker does with his dick is his own damned business. I don't go around telling everybody I fuck guys, but if somebody asks me, I sure as shit aint goanna lie about it."

"Yeah, but you don't understand," he cried. "I haven't changed my mind. I still feel the same way about you." He paused. "And I can't keep my eyes off your stuff!"

That was when I decided I was goanna have him. But he had to decide he wanted me too. So I just asked, "Would it be better if I pulled on some jeans?"

"N.....no, not really."

"Well, let's get dressed anyway. We'll go down to the park and toss a few balls."

Shirtless, we found a grassy area where we could pitch a baseball to each other. I'd been damned good when I'd played ball through high school, but I found out soon enough I couldn't throw anything anywhere near him that Jake couldn't catch. "You must've been on the team at Vilonia," I called.

"Yeah," he yelled back, "shortstop sometimes; catcher this year, until the tornado."

We'd worked up a real sweat, so when we got back to the house, I said I needed another shower.

"You ever shower with another dude?" he asked.

"Sure," I laughed, "Lotsa times."

"I'd like to try it. You mind?"

"Hell no," I answered.

We piled in the shower and soaped each other's back and chest. As bad as I wanted to finger his young dick, I didn't. After showering and still bareassed, we had hot dogs and chips for lunch. I was stretched out on the sofa again, when he said, "Mind if I ask you something?"

"I can't think of anything you'd ask, I wouldn't answer," I said.

"How did you get started...you know?"

"Well," I began, "I grew up back in Nashville. Our family never was as worried about morals as yours, so my uncle started messing with me when I was about 12, and it didn't bother me. Sucking his big dick made me feel real grown up. And when he started sucking me, I was in fucking heaven. It wasn't hard to find guys my age that wanted to play around, and we had plenty of fun. But when I got to high school, I realized I was getting hardons for gals too. A buddy of mine got me with his sister. And.....well, ever since then, whenever anybody's up for anything, I'm ready."

I playfully shook my tool, and he giggled. He seemed satisfied with my answer. Didn't seem to pass judgment. But I knew he was still thinking.

There was a bar and grill nearby, where I was well known. The owner wasn't all that concerned about checking i.d. anyhow, so I didn't think Jake would get carded if he was with me, and he didn't. I still had him wear one of my caps so he'd look older. We had a few beers and the hot cheeseburgers they were famous for. We got back about 11.

I told Jake I wouldn't go to church with him, but I'd be glad to drop him off and pick him up, if he wanted to go. He said he'd play hooky.

The sun was up, when I woke, but I realized it was still early. Then I saw Jake was sitting on the edge of my bed. He had one hellova boner, and I didn't figure it was a piss hard.

"Sorry," he said. "I haven't been able to sleep. Wanted to talk. But I didn't wanna wake ya up."

"Well. I'm awake," I smiled. "So talk away.,"

"I really don't know what to say," he began.

"Oh shit, Mark," he blurted. "I don't know if I'm straight or gay or what. I just wanna find out, and I want you to teach me!"

He seemed like he was goanna cry.

"You're sure about that?"

He didn't answer.

"It's a fucking big step," I continued. "It doesn't have to be. We could have sex, and you could decide you didn't like it and go on through life laughing about the time you experimented with another dude. Or you could decide it was dirty and awful and you could hate yourself and me forever."

Still no answer.

"I like you, Jake. I wouldn't want you putting me down for doing something you'd asked me to do."

Finally, "I want you. I think I may have wanted you from the first time I saw you up on that ledge wrestling a 2 by 4. I know I haven't been able to take my eyes off you since you came out of the bathroom and jumped into the bed the first night I stayed in your motel."

I gently pulled him down beside me and massaged his crotch. "You're sure you want me feeling you up like this?"

He breathed deeply. "Oh.....yes," he sighed.

I leaned over and slipped my lips over the tip of his dick, buried my nose in his curly pubes, and ran my tongue all around his shaft. "Oh yes," he cried more enthusiastically.

I slowly and rhythmically sucked him, sliding up and down the full length of his tool, as he whimpered in ecstasy. I wanted him to feel what a blow job could really be like, so I took it slow and easy, letting him experience every sensation I was capable of arousing in him. Sensing that he was about to climax, I increased the speed of my movements, and then drank every drop, as his fountain of youth overflowed into my throat.

He lay motionless, until I released his still-throbbing prick and asked, "So did you like that?"

"Oh.....yes," he repeated.

I ran my palms over his chest, just barely laced with light brown hair, kissed his pecs and the hard muscles of his abs. Finally, I took is now soft dick back into my mouth and felt it again twitch back to stiffness. "Ready to try it again? " I murmured.

"No. I want to suck you."

"Are you sure?"

"Damned sure."

I lay back, and he took the eight inches of my prong in one gulp. I hadn't had sex all week, but I struggled to make it last as long as I could. I felt like I had dumped a quart of cum down his throat, but he quickly mastered the art of swallowing. What dribbled down his chin, I scooped up with my finger and licked away.

Grinning ear to ear, he said, "That was.....what did you say yesterday? `Fucking heavenly.'"

Copyright 2011 by Macout Mann