The places in this story are real, but any resemblance to real persons or events is strictly coincidental. This story also contains explicit sexual activity between males, so if such activity offends you or if you are underage to read such material, please move on. Otherwise please enjoy. Feedback is appreciated. macoutmann@yahoo.com
JAKE
by Macout Mann
New Encounter
Saturday morning I woke up with Chester still asleep next to me, smile on his face and his hand cupping my dick and balls. He would have looked angelic, if a three day growth of beard didn't cover his face. Black, like his not quite shoulder length hair. He was a junior at UCA. Neat bod. Some chest hair with a trail leading to a nice nest around his now soft dick.
I'd met Chester at a bar down in the River Market district the night before. UCA is in Conway, about thirty miles away, and it's in a dry county--they say it is anyway--so most of the kids come down to Little Rock to party. He turned me on the first time I laid eyes on him, dressed in tight, stacked tan jeans and a dark blue windbreaker with apparently nothing under it. So I'd taken the seat next to him at the bar and started the usual chat.
And so he wound up in my bed with a satisfied smile and a hand on what gave him all that satisfaction. Shit yeah.
He woke up when I got out of bed. We said "hello" again, and I offered to make breakfast. We were finishing up the scrambled eggs and sausage I'd cooked up, when there was a knock on the door.
I kept a towel over by the door that I could wrap around me. Didn't want to embarrass the neighbors or excite the UPS drivers. So only half naked I opened to door, and there was Jake. Man, was I glad to see him! I literally pulled him into the apartment and tightly hugged his rugged teen-aged frame.
"Hey man," I said. "What's up?"
"A buddy of mine was coming down from Vilonia, and I asked him for a lift, he answered, sort of hesitant.
"This is Chester," I said. "Chester? Jake." They shook hands and exchanged hellos. "There's some coffee left," I continued. "Help yourself. You know where everything is."
The three of us chatted sorta awkwardly over our coffee for a while, and Chester finally said he needed to get back to campus. He got dressed and took off, saying "See ya around."
"Goddam, I've missed you," I told Jake.
"Well, I hope I'm not.....well, I wasn't expecting to find somebody else here." He seemed real upset.
I hugged the little motherfucker again. "Shit, I said. You still don't know nothing about me, do ya? When I said I missed you I really mean I miss you. I like you, man. I've missed talking to you, working with you, throwing baseballs at you, just being with you.
"Chester? I just met him last night. He's a nice bod, nice dick, nice ass. But I'll probably never see him again, and I don't give a shit. He don't either. If I run into him again and he takes up with a younger dude instead of me, what the fuck? There'll be somebody else around that'll want my dick.
"But man, I'm so fucking glad to see you. You just here for the day?"
Me and Jake bunked together for about five weeks while his folks were living in a shelter. When they got a FEMA trailer they wanted Jake to move back with them, and he did. We continued to work together, and sometimes got together, a coupla times even on the job. I could invite him for dinner every coupla weeks without his parents getting suspicious. And both of us ate, if you get what I mean. But then the dude we were working for finished all the tornado repairs he'd contracted to do. I headed back to Little Rock to look for more work, and I hadn't seen Jake for a couple of months before now. I didn't know how he was goanna answer my question, but I could guess he was going stir-crazy living in a fucking trailer with his folks.
"Maybe," he answered. "I dunno. I can't get a job in Vilonia. Not even sacking groceries. And Mom and Dad can't rebuild without government help, and that's not coming anytime soon. And they're driving me fucking crazy. It's like all three of us living in one room. I can't even jack off!
"So, anyway, I told `em I was goanna come down here and see if I could get any leads for a job. I just gotta get my own place!"
"Well, Saturday and Sunday aint the time to look for a job," I said. "Can you stay with me for a few days?"
"O shit, can I, Mark?"
"Sure, I'll make some calls. Maybe I can help you find something."
I thought he was goanna smother me with thanks. And he also reached for my groin. Felt good, but I told him we'd better wait. I aint eighteen anymore. He did get undressed and we lounged around most of the day.
He called his folks and told them about his plans. Seemed like his dad understood. He did ask how Jake was goanna get back home. Jake told him not to worry. He'd hitch if he had to. Then he called his buddy and told him he wouldn't be going back with him.
At three I turned on the tube, and we watched Alabama embarrass Arkansas on national tv. I took him back to Jesse Bear's, the bar-restaurant we'd gone to the first weekend he stayed with me. And then we returned to my place for a night of unbelievable passion. It was like he'd not had sex for two months. Come to think of it, I don't guess he had.
He chewed my nipples; tongued my ear, my navel, my ass; licked my pits, my pecs, my balls. Had me over the wall before his mouth ever slid over my dick; and when it did, it was like I'd said before, fucking heavenly.
And believe me, I tried to give just as good as I'd received. We sucked each other, fucked each other, and sucked each other again, before we fell asleep exhausted in each other's arms.
In spite of it being Sunday, next day I called some guys I knew to see if I could get some leads for Jake. Construction jobs were hard to come by. The recession, foreclosures, new standards for home loans--all had brought residential construction to a stop.
I'd been lucky. Some super-rich bastard had bought a fucking castle up by the country club that was in pretty bad shape. Somebody said he paid a million and a half for it, and was spending a million more to fix it up. I'd got on to help repair the plaster and tear out some interior walls that had been added by previous owners. Then they decided to add a guest house--it was on about two acres--and I was working on framing that up. The boss was hiring any stone masons he could find, but no unskilled dudes. So Jake was outta luck there.
I did talk to one dude that had a friend who was building a warehouse down in Pine Bluff. My buddy said the guy couldn't find workers down there he thought was willing to work, so he was looking here in Little Rock. He volunteered to call his friend. I told him all about Jake, well not all, but all about his work with me. He was sure as hell willing. And he did good work.
Me and Jake spent the afternoon passing a football to each other. He was almost as good with it as he had been catching a baseball. I got some frozen pizza on the way home and we stuck it in the oven as soon as we got back. While we were chowing down, my phone rang, and it was my buddy, calling about the job. He gave me a name and address and said his friend wanted to see Jake the next day. Damn, that was good news.
We jumped in bed and spent the night like we had before. Not quite as energetically. I had to get to work early. But god, this boy was so hot! Just lying next to him made my whole body tingle. I drifted off to sleep with my dick getting soft, still in his ass.
Next day, when I got home from work, I stripped down like I usually do. He was already naked. His happy face told me he had good news. They'd hired him and he was to start the next Monday. Even better another guy they'd hired had a car and had offered to share a room with him.
I told him I could lend him enough to pay his half of the rent and to eat `til he got paid, if his folks couldn't let him have an advance. And I knew he'd want to get right home and tell them all about it, so I said I'd drive him to Vilonia right after we'd finished what we had to do.
I took him in my arms, then led him to the bed. I guessed I'd have to change the sheets before I went to bed tonight. They were already cum stained and about be more so. I licked his hairy balls and gobbled down his beautiful dick. "I'm goanna miss you," he whispered.
"Me too," I slobbered.
When we got to Vilonia, I stayed just long enough to hear Jake tell his family the good news. His old man walked me back out to my truck. He said, "Thanks for your help, Mark. Him being here was about to drive us crazy."