Jake Calls the Shots
By Ben C.
This story contains sexual acts (domination, oral sex, masturbation) between young males. If you don´t like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please stop reading it immediately.
This story is 100 % fiction.
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Ricky loathed the sight in front of his eyes, and still he wasn´t able to look the other way. His best friend Jake was making out with a beautiful blond girl just five feet from where Ricky was sitting. He had been eye flirting with the girl for most of the evening, and now his efforts seemed to be paying off.
When Jake got up to get a drink, the pretty girl sat quickly down in his chair, regardless of Ricky´s objections. When Jake returned, he just grinned, sat down on the armrest and began seriously hitting on her with all the player skills he possessed. The girl laughed at Jake´s jokes and rested her hand on his thigh. After maybe twenty minutes of flirting, Jake leaned down to kiss her and let his lean body slide down the armrest until he was practically sitting in the chick´s lap. Their lips seemed to be glued together and the girl´s hands were all over him.
Without Jake´s company Ricky felt like an outsider at the party they were attending. Most of the guests were high school kids, just like Ricky and Jake, and the theme of the night was to get slightly drunk with the cheap sweet wine that was sparingly offered, and to flirt with the opposite sex.
The main objective for guys was to get laid, of course, or at least get to touch boobs or finger a warm pussy. Here and there young couples were kissing and making out.
But that kind of activities were not for Ricky; he had for quite some time known he was gay. He hadn´t had the guts to tell anyone so far, not even Jake, who had been his best friend for most of the sixteen years of their life. Ricky couldn´t bare the idea that Jake might not want to continue close friendship with a gay guy – or a fag, as they were commonly called at school, when the teachers were not around.
Jake and his girl got up to dance and Ricky noticed a bulge in the front of his friend´s skinny jeans. Jake was a good dancer, and he got the chance to show some of his sleek moves to everyone. Then the music changed to a slow song, and Jake wrapped his arms around the girl´s waist and pulled her closer. The girl played along and let her hands slip into his back pockets; she left them there, cupping his firm buttocks as they danced.
The next stage was inevitable and Ricky hated it. The girl whispered something in Jake´s ear; he smiled, and they disappeared somewhere, holding hands. Ricky knew his friend was going to get laid for the first time in his life, and knew that he should be happy for him and congratulate him afterwards. But for Ricky, it was a day of sadness; he knew that their friendship would never be the same again. Sometime soon, Jake would find a girlfriend and start spending more and more time with her.
A lesser problem, but more urgent, was that Jake was supposed to give Ricky a ride home. They had been planning to leave pretty early, but there was little hope for that now. The weather guy had forecasted thunderstorms for the night, so Ricky decided to take the long walk home.
When he got home, he went to bed right away; but it took a long time for him to catch sleep. He kept thinking about Jake; what he was doing with the girl at that very moment, probably enjoying the intimacy with her after a good fuck. Ricky closed his eyes, but images of the girl´s greedy hands on Jake´s thighs and ass wouldn´t let him rest. That was so unfair – he had never been able to touch Jake´s body that way, and would never be. He would have to be contended to dreaming about Jake while he jerked his dick in the privacy of his room.
Jake was maybe thirteen when he started to notice girls looking at him approvingly. Their admiration increased steadily as he grew taller, and his boyish face started to show the features of a remarkably good-looking young man. He was a multi-talented athlete, enjoyed playing basketball and soccer – but mainly for fun, and because the constant exercise sculpted his slim body with a pleasant layer of muscles and very little fat.
Jake let his straight jet-black hair grow longer, and the silky hair constantly fell down to cover his eyes, making him shake it back with a nudge of his head; a sexy gesture that girls and Ricky loved so much. Ricky once teased Jake by timing that nudge; according to him, Jake did it every thirty seconds; one hundred and twenty times every hour.
Together with Jake´s height grew also his confidence, and he wasn´t a bit shy in flirting with pretty girls or nonchalantly stripping his shirt off after a game as he passed a group of female spectators. He began wearing form-fitting shirts that hugged his taut torso and skinny jeans that showed off his long, slim legs and tight bubbly butt. He loved to look at himself in the mirror and was proud of what he saw there.
At some point Jake noticed that some guys looked at him the same way as the chicks did. Those guys always tried to do it discreetly, but Jake learned quickly to recognize their longing gazes when he passed them in the school yard or in the hallways. He understood that those boys were gay; at first he was pissed off by their lingering looks, but then he decided he couldn´t blame them for staring at a hottie like him.
A much more confusing thing was that one day Jake noticed his friend Ricky looking at him in that same particular way when he thought Jake wouldn´t notice. They were shooting hoops at Jake´s backyard, and Jake had stripped his shirt off. When they took a watering brake he noticed from a corner of his eyes that Ricky was staring at his sweaty upper body with the same hungry gaze as the school homos. Could it be... no, that´s not possible. Not Ricky.
But a strange thing happened a couple of hours later in Jake´s bedroom when they were enjoying some sodas and playing video games there. Jake wanted to take a shower before dinner, and Ricky decided it was time for him to go home for shower and dinner too. Jake stripped off his t-shirt, inspected the holes under the arms with dismay and dropped the ragged shirt into the waste basket under his desk. Then he stripped down to his boxers – that same look on Ricky´s face again – and they said goodbyes. Ricky was a regular visitor at Jake´s home and knew his way out.
Later in the evening Jake happened to glance at the waste basket. The t-shirt was gone. He was puzzled at first, but then a wide grin appeared on his face when it hit him: Ricky had snatched his sweaty shirt – the little pervert! So, Ricky was a homo after all...
He thought about his baffling discovery. The gay guys – including Ricky – clearly wanted a piece of his hot body. That wouldn´t happen; no way he was going to let a fag kiss him of fuck his ass. But maybe he could get something good for himself from their lust?
Jake already knew about blowjobs. He imagined how it would feel to have Ricky´s eager lips wrapped around his cock, sucking it until he came. Ricky might even agree to swallow his load. The idea was mind-blowing, but Jake was determined to have his first experience with a girl. When that goal was achieved he might, just might, let Ricky suck him off just for experiment. And with Ricky there would be no risk of news of this experiment leaking anywhere.
The more Jake thought of it, the more he liked the idea: the second stage of Jake´s sexual coming of age would be delivered by his best friend. Ricky just wasn´t aware of that yet. In his adolescent exultation Jake didn´t spare a thought for his friend´s feelings about his upcoming task.
Ricky was unaware that he had blown his cover, when he lay down on his bed that night and pressed Jake´s sweat-reeking t-shirt on his face. He felt guilty about what he had done, of course, but the guilt was overshadowed by the incredibly arousing odor of the boy of his lust.
Ricky woke up to a familiar knock on his door. As usual, Jake stormed in simultaneously as he knocked.
"Rise and shine!" he declared cheerfully and pulled the curtains open, letting morning sun flow into Ricky´s room.
Ricky groaned, grinding his eyes. He looked at Jake, who stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips. He was wearing the same clothes as the night before, so he hadn´t been home all night. His white Abercrombie hoodie was hanging off his neck, sleeves tied together to prevent it from falling. He was grinning ear to ear.
"Well, aren´t you gonna ask me something, man?"
Ricky was still in sour mood.
"Yeah. You promised to give me a ride home, but I had to walk. Why?"
"I´m sorry, man," Jake said, but not very convincingly. He was still grinning triumphantly.
"It was an emergency."
Ricky tried hard to keep being pissed off, but with little success, as usually. He could never be mad with Jake for a long time and Jake was well aware of that. Ricky knew what Jake wanted him to ask, of course, and he knew that as a guy he was supposed to. But he hated the question; and considering Jake´s current triumphant spirits he knew he would hate his answer too. He decided to ask indirectly.
"Well, what happened, man?"
Jake untied the sleeves of his hoodie and turned slightly to his left, revealing two purple hickeys on the right side of his neck. He let out a winning snicker.
"That´s what happened."
"You got laid?"
Jake pulled up the hem of his tank-top, revealing two more hickeys, one on his left pec and another on his flat abdomen, just over the waistband of his light-blue Hollister boxers.
"Yeah, man. Jake got laid as fuck, twice," he said and rocked his 28" hips back and forth in an unabashed imitation of intercourse.
Ricky pretended to be excited and happy for his friend.
"Well, good for you, man! Tell me about it."
Jake didn´t need to be asked twice.
"Move over," he said, and Ricky edged himself towards the wall to make space on his bed.
Jake slumped down on the bed and rested his head on one of the pillows with his hands clasped behind his head. Ricky was lying on his back, and having Jake next to him made the last drops of his anger disappear. Ricky rolled over to his side so he could look at Jake, and his face came up to four inches from his friend´s armpit. Jake hadn´t showered, and Ricky could smell his sweat mixed with the strong odor of his Axe deodorant, radiating from the silky skin of Jake´s carefully shaved armpit. It was apparent that his rendezvous with the girl had been physically consuming. Unfortunately Jake´s odor carried also a trace of the girl´s perfume, probably stuck in his shirt when they danced. Ricky inched his head gingerly closer to Jake´s armpit to repel the discomforting female factor that hovered between him and his friend.
"Well," Jake started.
"We made out in the living room, as you probably saw."
"It was really hard not to notice."
Jake let out a contended chuckle.
"And then we danced. It was a slow song, and she stuffed her hands inside my fucking back pockets and rubbed my ass. That felt so fucking good, man, and I produced an instant woodie in my pants. She noticed that of course, but she didn´t try to back down, Ricky, oh no, she smiled and grinded her loins against mine while we danced. Then she moved her other hand to my fucking groin and rubbed me there and whispered,"
Ricky had to laugh when Jake imitated her in a high voice.
"Let´s go somewhere private, Jake, I know a place."
Memorizing the events seemed to make circumstances inside Jake´s tight jeans uncomfortable, so he spread his hooked legs and put his hand shamelessly into his pants to arrange his package. He left his left leg leaning against Ricky´s side. Jake´s story and the touch of his thigh and the heat and the smell of his body were driving Ricky crazy, and his cock was rock hard under the bed sheet that was covering his lower body.
"She took me to a guest room. Just a tiny room with a bed, but that´s all we needed, man."
"She didn´t waste any time and stripped herself naked in front of my fucking eyes. I just stood there and stared in awe; she had a body to die for and she was offering herself to be fucked by yours truly. She moved closer and stripped my t-shirt off. And then we started kissing and making out real dirty, man; I squeezed his awesome tits and ass and slid my fingers inside his wet cunt. Then we fucking collapsed on the bed, and she practically ripped my pants off and guided my dong into her pussy. I asked if she had a condom but she´s on the pills, Ricky, talk about luck!"
Jake twisted his hips back and forth to emphasize the incredible experience of a boy losing his virginity and the movement made his thigh rub against Ricky´s side.
"It felt so fucking incredible, man. I started to fuck her and she moaned and squeezed my ass but I came way too soon. I was embarrassed as fuck, but she was cool about it and told me to have a break."
"So, I just chilled there beside her on my back for a while and we chatted a bit. But then her hands were all over me again."
Jake lifted his shirt and rubbed his bare abdomen. Ricky felt a drop of drool escape his lips and quickly wiped it off with the back of his hand.
"She started to suck my neck and chest, you saw the hickeys Ricky, and then her lips were on my belly and she worked my fuck muscle with her hand until I was fucking rock hard again. I kinda expected her to give head, but I guess she didn´t want to taste her own pussy juices. And then it was time for Jake-man to fuck her for real. And I mean for real, Ricky."
"So, I rolled on top of her," Jake explained and rolled over on the bed. He grabbed the pillow Ricky was resting his head on, placed it between his pelvis and the mattress and started to imitate fucking.
"And then I fucked and fucked and fucked..." Jake groaned while Ricky stared at the movements of his bubble butt; the two firm mounds of muscle flexed and eased inside the tight jeans while he reiterated his achievements.
"And this time I fucked her at least ten minutes," Jake boasted.
"Well done man," Ricky dutifully praised his friend´s prowess.
"And then I fucking came again, this time I shot my cum deep into her pussy. And now I´m a man, Ricky," Jake exclaimed and reached out to ruffle Ricky´s hair.
Suddenly Jake leaned on his elbows and looked straight into Ricky´s eyes.
"So, when are you gonna get laid, Ricky?" he asked with a smirk.
Ricky was taken aback by the unexpected question.
"In due time," he replied meekly.
Jake laughed, showing an even row of pearl-white teeth.
"Yeah, sure. But I haven´t seen you making out with a girl yet, man. Don´t you like girls, Ricky?"
Jake´s teasing made Ricky feel uncomfortable. He wished he would stop, but in his exultant state of mind Jake wasn´t going to let his friend off the hook.
Suddenly Jake threw his leg over Ricky and straddled him, pressing his shoulders on the bed. He leaned down, grinning, and took hold of Ricky´s wrists. Jake´s velvety hair brushed against Ricky´s forehead.
Ricky knew where Jake was getting at with his questioning, and he was terrified. But at the same time the pressure of Jake´s hard butt on his stomach and his lean legs on both sides of his shoulders felt so unbelievably good that it made the other half of Ricky hope Jake would stay there forever. Ricky lowered his gaze and stared at the bulge in his friend´s crotch. The denim was worn thin and pale there, and the lighter color showed that the heat and sweat of Jake´s crotch and his constant scratching were taking their toll on the fabric.
Jake started to slap Ricky´s cheeks playfully.
"I´ve been suspecting something for a while, dude."
"What?" Ricky asked defiantly, although he knew what Jake was going to say next.
Jake chuckled.
"You´re gay, Ricky."
Ricky did what any young man was expected to do in that awkward situation; he tried desperately to defend his manhood.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Jake! I´m no fag," Ricky spurted.
Jake laughed and eased himself forward so that he was now sitting on Ricky´s chest. The faded bulge of Jake´s jeans was now only two inches from Rick´s chin and Jake´s thighs were pressed against his cheeks. The worn denim and the hard but warm legs beneath it felt unbelievably arousing.
"I bet you don´t like pussy at all, man. You like cock, don´t you?"
"Jake, please," Ricky groaned.
But Jake just laughed, pulled off his shirt and pressed it on Ricky´s face.
"You like the smell of my shirt, don´t you," Jake teased.
"It smells like the bitch! Take it off my fucking face," Ricky protested , the shirt muffling his voice.
"Ha ha! Sorry, I forgot you don´t like girls!" Jake snickered and threw the shirt on the floor.
The first thing Ricky saw now was Jake´s shirtless upper body, his chest and tight abs moving as he breathed.
"Let me go, Jake! My arms hurt!"
Jake moved his knees a bit, freeing Ricky´s wrists. Ricky tried a surprise move and grabbed Jake´s thighs, attempting to wrestle him off, but Jake just laughed. The attempt to fight back was fruitless, but Ricky kept his hands on Jake´s thighs.
"Ha ha! Still trying to fight me, dude? Forget it, you know you´re no match to me," Jake teased.
Jake edged his butt forward again and closed the final two inches between them until the thick middle seam of his jeans was scratching Ricky´s chin. Ricky could smell his crotch now; a heady mixture of unwashed jeans and teenage scrotum. Poor Ricky was suddenly afraid he would shoot his load in his pants right there.
Jake saw the resistance in Ricky´s eyes crumble.
"Come on, dude! I bet you´d love to take my cock out right now and start sucking it, wouldn´t you?" he teased, unbuckling his belt.
Suddenly Jake came aware that he was on the brink of suggesting oral sex to another guy; a frightening idea for a freshly proved ladies´ man. But the possibility of Ricky sucking him off was too tempting to waste. Jake decided to turn the tables at once.
"And I might let you; but you gotta ask me first."
"No!"
Jake laughed and kneaded his thighs against Ricky´s cheeks.
"I´ve got nothing against fags, dude. And I don´t mind if you´re one of them. It leaves more pussy for me. And besides, how fucking cool would it be, man. I could fuck chicks whenever I can and come to you whenever I can´t. That´d be a win-win situation for both of us, Ricky."
"I said no!" Ricky snapped, secretly hoping he had the courage to say yes.
"Okay man, if you don´t want to. Besides, I don´t need to get off right now. But let me know if you change your mind. Remember, all you gotta do is ask me. Just hit me up and say, let me do it, Jake. It would be our little secret, Ricky. Just between you and me."
Jake buckled his belt, got up and shook his head to clear the fall of hair that was curtaining his eyes.
"Your mom promised us breakfast, so time to get up, buddy. I need to brush my teeth first. Happen to have an extra toothbrush?"
"No."
"Well, I´ll use yours then. And dude, try to hide that boner before you come downstairs," Jake said and stepped into Ricky´s bathroom, laughing.
Ricky looked down and blushed. His boner was tenting the thin bed sheet proudly.
He managed to get his cock soft again by thinking of Betty, the ugly girl next door. Then he brushed his teeth and joined Jake at the breakfast table. Ricky´s mom fussed around serving them some hefty late morning fare; sausages, eggs and pancakes, coffee and juice. She loved Jake and he was always welcome in their house.
The boys ate mainly in silence, and Ricky tried to avoid looking at Jake. Every now and then Jake managed to catch his attention and teased him with a mischievous smile; once when Ricky´s mom wasn´t looking, Jake pretended to suck his mustard-covered sausage and laughed silently when Ricky blushed.
Then it was time for Jake to go home. He had his back covered; he had told his folks he would probably spend the night at Ricky´s, which happened all the time.
Ricky told his parents he was tired and wanted to hit the hay early. But in fact he was so horny that he urgently needed some privacy.
He lay down on his bed, staring at the white ceiling, just like he had done earlier that day. But, just like then, he didn´t see just the ceiling; he saw Jake´s hazel eyes and his teasing smile above him; his taut body and tight jeans, and he remembered how Jake´s silky hair had brushed his forehead.
Ricky reminisced how it felt like to have Jake sitting on his chest. During their long friendship Jake had always been the one who called the shots, and Ricky had always followed his leadership. That morning had been no exception, and Ricky had felt his resistance melt when Jake held him down in a gentle schoolboy pin.
Jake had told Ricky that if he wanted to suck him off, he had to ask for it. That felt so degrading. But on the other hand, Ricky wanted so much to do it. Lying on the bed with Jake sitting on his chest; the crotch of his jeans brushing Ricky´s chin and his thighs pressing his cheeks; and the heat of his body and the smell of his scrotum – Ricky had never felt himself so enthralled.
Ricky picked up his phone off the night table. His hands seemed to have a will of their own. He opened the messenger screen and typed with shaking fingers:
"Please let me do it."
He knew if he would press the Send button, his life would change for good.
Jake was awake in his bedroom, too, reminiscing the events of the past day. Losing his virginity was a huge thing, and fucking that more mature pretty blond had been unbelievably hot. The girl had promised they could meet again, and Jake knew they would have sex at least one more time.
But then he thought about the scene in Ricky´s bedroom. He remembered how Ricky couldn´t keep his eyes off him when he showed him the hickeys on his body or rubbed his bare abdomen on the bed. He remembered Ricky´s pleading eyes looking up when Jake straddled him, silently begging him to stop teasing. Jake chuckled aloud. He knew that if he kept pushing a bit more, Ricky would willingly suck him off and come back for more.
In his triumphant state of mind Jake had told Ricky that if he wanted to suck him off, he would have to ask for it. Suddenly Jake felt a rush of guilt. He had felt like the king of the world then, and in his high spirits he had used his authority over Ricky to tease him in a heartless way. Jake had pressed him to admit he´s gay – fuck, he had in fact outed his friend against his will. And then he had told Ricky that he had to ask Jake´s permission to suck him off – fuck, what have I done, he thought in sudden remorse.
Jake picked up his phone and opened the messenger app. He typed hastily:
"Man, sry abt this morning. Please 4give me."
Jake pointed at the Send button firmly with his index finger. He hoped that pressing it would save his friendship with Ricky.
To be continued?
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