Jake Calls the Shots

Jake Calls the Shots

Chapter 3

By Ben Coolen

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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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Thanks to Naughty Bard for proof-reading the text.

Ricky took the boxers out and held them up. He could smell them from a foot away.

"Well?"

Ricky rubbed the soft cotton with his fingers. Jake´s precum was still wet.

"Of course I like it! Thanks Jake."

For years, Ricky had been worried about revealing his sexual orientation to anyone, even to Jake. He had been afraid that Jake would feel cheated, Ricky being his friend for such a long time and never telling him about his true feelings. And now, Jake suddenly knew everything; he had even encouraged Ricky to come out to him. Well, he had done it his way, of course – and was getting benefits out of it for himself too – but in any case Ricky was tremendously relieved. A heavy burden had fallen off his shoulders.

Ricky knew he would have to come out publicly some day, but he was not ready to do that yet. Now he had nothing to worry about, his secret was safe with his best friend Jake.

After losing his virginity Jake seemed to be even more sure of himself than before. When he walked through the school hallway, he constantly stopped to chat with girls, regardless if he knew them or not. Ricky always stood patiently in the background while Jake sweet-talked the chicks. He even felt a bit more popular himself because of the attention Jake received.

If any of the girls showed interest, which happened regularly, Jake gave them his number. Once he even placed a kiss on a random girl´s cheek. The girl blushed and her friends giggled, but Jake just winked at them and walked away. He was aware of his charm more than ever.

Jake also began to hang out more with his friend Matt. He was a really cool guy, sort of a jock but also a boy-next-door dude with a very laid-back attitude; a handsome guy with a strong athletic body. His wavy strawberry-blond hair, always topped with his trademark ball cap turned backwards, sprawled all over the place. He was always friendly to Ricky although they were not actually friends.

Jake went often for rides with him in Matt´s cool black Range Rover, pussy patrol they called it. So far they hadn't been successful but Ricky knew that with their looks and confidence they would soon score. He felt a bit sad and lonely on weekend nights without Jake, but he understood that his friend followed his natural calling and it would be stupid and fruitless to try to change that. Jake always made sure to tell Ricky that he would spend the following day with him and they would have fun together. Most times Jake kept his word.

After getting head from Ricky for the first time, Jake had told him to be prepared to suck him off on a daily basis. Well, that hadn't really happened, because Jake had also other interests, like sports and the opposite sex. But during the two weeks that followed Rick´s first oral performance, he had already sucked off his friend six times. It had happened in Jake's room, in Ricky's room – even in Jake's car once. That had been a tough one for Ricky, squatting in the cramped floor space of his buddy's Honda while Jake sat back with his legs spread wide and waited for Ricky to unzip his jeans.

They never arranged their suck-off sessions beforehand. Sometimes they were playing a videogame when Jake suddenly stopped and gave Ricky a meaningful smile. Once they were eating sandwiches with Jake's parents in their kitchen, when he caught Ricky's eyes and nudged his head sideways a little. His parents didn't notice that, but Ricky got the message: `time to go upstairs, buddy'. Jake had inherited his happy-go-lucky attitude from his parents, and the probability of them coming unannounced to check on their son was nil. Of course, Jake still locked the door as a security measure, before settling down to be serviced.

And servicing it was: Ricky trying to do his best to pleasure his friend until he got his rocks off. He secretly hoped that Jake would reciprocate somehow, although he knew it wasn't going to happen. So he just enjoyed the intimacy with his best friend, the possibility to touch his body, to smell his odors, to feel his manhood in his mouth. Yes, their sexual relationship was one-sided but yet Ricky loved it. After the embarrassing experience of creaming his pants while sucking off Jake, Ricky had learned to control himself better and he jacked off afterwards in his room, often sniffing Jake´s worn boxer trunks.

One Friday evening Jake had promised to buy Ricky coffee and ice cream at a local coffee shop favored by teenagers. Ricky had a good time, he always enjoyed Jake's goofy behavior and rude jokes. But then Matt came in, and walked right to their table. It was obvious that his arrival was no coincidence. He sat down, exchanged fist bumps with Jake and greeted Ricky with a smile and a what's-up-man.

After a couple of minutes of small talk Ricky noticed Jake exchanging glances with Matt. Soon after that Matt excused himself and headed for the restrooms. Jake leaned over the table and put his hand on Ricky's shoulder.

"Hey buddy, Matt and I are going for a ride, pussy patrol you know. You are welcome to come with us of course..." He let the rest of the sentence hang in the air.

With some sadness and jealousy Ricky gave the only possible answer available for him.

"No man, I'm a bit tired. I think I'll just go home. Thanks for asking though, and good luck hunting," he added with a forced smile.

As soon as Matt returned, Jake got up and ruffled Ricky's hair.

"Catch up with you later, man," he said and left.

Ricky felt sad, but he also knew that if he had gone with the guys, it would have been awkward for all of them. He slurped the rest of his coffee and headed for home.

Ricky watched a movie and played a videogame in his room, but then he got bored and went to bed although he wasn't really tired yet. He lay awake for a good while, thinking about the changed circumstances in his relationship with Jake.

Jake was still a great friend who cared about him, made him laugh, and generally was simply there when Ricky needed him. Well, he wasn't there as much as he used to but Ricky knew he just had to adapt to that. They weren't kids anymore, and Jake needed female company and wanted to hang out with his other friends too. Ricky fell asleep, thinking how lucky he was to have such a friend.

He had been sleeping for maybe two hours, when something woke him up. He didn't know what it was until he heard the sound again: tap-tap-tap; someone was tapping on his window! In spite of his grogginess he knew immediately who it was; who else could be knocking on the window of the upper floor of their house in the middle of the night? He got up, turned on the night lamp and opened the window – fortunately it slid up silently – and stared at Jake's grinning face. Ricky peeked down and saw his own bicycle propped against the wall: Jake had used it to reach the bottom rung of the fire ladder with his hands, and then hauled his agile body up so that he was able to climb up.

Ricky stepped aside to let his friend in. Once Jake was safely inside, Ricky mouthed silently: "What the fuck?!"

But Jake just grinned rather stupidly and pushed Ricky gently backwards until his legs touched the edge of his bed, making his knees buckle, and he tumbled down on the bed on his butt.

"Jake, what the fuck is this?" Ricky whispered.

Jake just kept grinning and pressed his index finger on Ricky's lips.

"Shhhh..."

His finger smelled like pussy, and Ricky turned his head away in disgust. Jake leaned down and brought his mouth close to Ricky´s ear. He could smell beer in his breath.

"I didn't get lucky tonight. Just a little fingering, that's all."

He took hold of Ricky's elbows and pulled him off the bed.

"Matt got a handjob but I'm still horny as fuck."

Jake added some downward pressure until Ricky's knees met the floor.

"So I came to see my cocksucker," he whispered.

That said, Jake unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Then he pulled his white boxers below his balls and took out his cock that obviously needed urgent service; it was in half mast already. He leaned closer until the crown of his cock touched Ricky´s lips.

That smell again! In spite of his anger and resentment Ricky involuntary parted his lips and let Jake push his rod in. Ricky could hear him sigh when he felt his lips around his cock again. Then he started to pump his rod in and out of the warm mouth that was conveniently there for his pleasure.

Their oral copulation lasted less than two minutes. It was all business; Jake was there to unload his spunk, nothing more. He fucked Ricky's face, not hard and not very passionately, while Ricky felt his legs and ass through his jeans. Then Jake came and Ricky got his mouth full of young semen. Jake pulled out to let Ricky consume his load. He coughed a bit, but managed to swallow it all. A string of cum, still connecting Ricky´s lips to the tip of Jake's cock, glistened in the light of the night lamp, so Jake leaned closer to let him lap it up. He packed his equipment back into his jeans, zipped up and buckled his belt. Then he took Ricky's head gently between his hands, looked him in the eyes and gave him a shit-eating grin. He crouched down and pressed a wet kiss on Ricky's forehead.

"Thanks," he whispered, and disappeared the same way he had arrived.

Ricky stayed on his knees on the floor, with the strong taste of Jake's jizz having taken over his senses, hardly able to comprehend what had happened. He heard a car door being shut, engine starting, tires squealing, and then Jake was gone.

Ricky spent a restless night. He really, really needed to have a serious talk with Jake. He was treating him like a servant, not like a friend. It was true that Ricky enjoyed it when Jake took the lead and told him what to do. Sucking Jake's cock felt somewhat like a natural part of him being in charge. But being treated like his cocksucker... that was too much!

Ricky tried to call Jake several times the following afternoon, but he didn't answer. It was Saturday and Ricky knew Jake had soccer practice in the afternoon, so he had to be awake. Ricky was fuming, but tried again later when he knew practice was over. Jake went always straight home without bothering to shower. He would have a nice warm foam bath in his own bathroom.

Finally Jake took his call.

"What's up, buddy?" he asked cheerfully.

"Jake, I need to talk to you. It's important," Ricky said. He was angry at himself because his voice cracked in the middle of the sentence.

"Sure man. Hey, you sound pissed, is it something I did or said?"

"Jake..." Rick sounded really angry now.

"Okay, okay, we'll talk. I'm on my way home. Why don't you come over?"

Ricky left right away and rode his bike to Jake's. Jake´s mom was just getting out of the house and greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hi Ricky! Jake is in his room."

Ricky climbed upstairs, knocked on Jake's door and went in. He found his friend sitting on his desk, dressed only in white compression boxers that hugged his loins and thighs like a second skin, chatting on the phone with someone. His t-shirt, shorts, cleats and shin pads were scattered all over the floor and the room reeked of sweat and lawn. Ricky could hear water running in the bathroom.

Jake ended his call and smiled at Ricky.

"Hey, good to see you man. We can talk in my office, take that stool with you, " he said and peeled the tight boxers down with some difficulty.

Then Jake led the way to the bathroom, and Ricky followed him, carrying the little stool and admiring his friends swaying buttocks.

Jake tried the water in the tub with the toes of his right foot, found the temperature suitable and climbed in, lowering his body gradually into the hot water. Then he crouched down and dipped his hair in the foamy liquid.

"Ahh, this feels so fucking good," he sighed.

"Now, you wanted to talk to me about something, man..." he said and took a yellow toy duck from a shelf behind him. He dropped the duck in the water and started to push it back and forth with his finger.

"Well, for starters..."

Jake took the duck and pecked Ricky's cheek with its wet nose.

"Quack quack!" he said and laughed his catchy laugh.

Unimpressed, Ricky took a deep breath and continued.

"Jake, you came into my room in the middle of the night and woke me up. Then you made me suck you off. And you called me your cocksucker."

Jake tried to look remorseful.

"I called you that? Oh fuck man, I'm sorry. I should never have called you a cocksucker. And coming to see you in the middle of the night for a blowjob? Fuck, that was so wrong. Won't happen again. That´s a promise."

The bathroom fell silent for a good while. It was almost a solemn moment, with the weight of Jake's apology hanging in the air. But unfortunately he was never able – or willing – to stay serious for a long time.

"Cocksucking buddy would've been appropriate. But definitely not cocksucker. No, no, no."

Ricky felt his blood boil. Jake could be so infuriating sometimes!

"Jake, I don't wanna be called any kind of cocksucker! Understand?"

Jake held his hands up in defense.

"Okay, my bad. I won't do it again."

"Good."

"Now, when I think about it, you're probably, like, the least cocksucker kinda guy I know. I could never imagine you sucking on a guy's dick, man."

Ricky buried his face in his hands.

"Jake, why can't you listen to me?"

Jake felt he might have gone too far.

"Seriously man, I apologize. I was just goofing off. Now, go ahead, tell me what you have to say and I'll listen. Promise."

"Look, I don't mind you chasing pussy with Matt every Friday, but I feel like I've become like a second class friend to you."

"You are my one and only first class friend, Ricky."

"Good. But the thing is that you're acting so irresponsibly! Like last night, inviting me to the Coffee Hut and then suddenly disappearing with Matt. And then you drove your car after drinking beer. You could've been hurt or arrested, Jake. And I want you to..."

But Jake had already stopped listening.

"God, he can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. So, I had him suck me off last night. Big deal, I needed to get off," Jake thought to himself.

"And now he's nagging at me like a bitch. And what was that bullshit about me drunk driving? I didn't do that. Fuck, is he ever gonna stop yapping? I'm not his fucking boyfriend! I won´t listen to his bitching anymore. Let's play a little game, Ricky-boy."

Ricky was still in the middle of his lecture.

"And you always barge into my room without even knocking properly. I would never do that to you, man..."

Jake lifted his left arm and inspected his armpit where a small growth of black hair was already visible. Then he checked his right pit.

"Looks like these bad boys need a shave," he said matter-of-factly.

"Jake! You promised to listen."

"Oh fuck, yeah, I promised. Sorry. It's just that I need to shave my pits and it's so fucking hard to do that by myself; I keep cutting my skin every time I do it," he lied.

"So, you know, I was just gonna ask if you'd shave them for me but then I realized it was a stupid idea of course, with you being pissed at me and all. So, go on, man. I'm listening."

Ricky swallowed.

"Well... I could do it while I speak."

"You could do that? Awesome."

Ricky found an unused disposable razor and sat back on the stool. Jake turned around so he was leaning on the edge of the tub, and lifted his legs against the opposite wall.

He clasped his hands on top of his head, exposing his armpits to Ricky, radiating the odor of a healthy young athlete after practice. Ricky took a bottle of shaving gel and started to spread it on Jake's right armpit, making him giggle a bit.

Ricky shaved Jake's pit with long, careful draws. Then he scooped some water from the tub and rinsed the pit to inspect the outcome. Some black hairs were still left, so he repeated the operation. After that Jake's armpit was hairless and smooth like a newborn's cheek.

Ricky moved to take care of his left pit. Jake leaned further back, tilting his head. Water dripped from his hair on Ricky´s shorts. He didn't care, it felt so good to have Jake so close, with his head resting almost in Ricky's lap, those long black locks brushing the front of his shorts. Ricky had already sprung a woodie. And he had forgotten all about his sermon.

After Ricky was done with the shaving, Jake turned again and propped his legs on the far edge of the tub. He lifted his arms and felt the pits with his fingers.

"Great work dude," he complimented his friend, and stretched his taut body in the water.

Ricky stared at Jake´s wet body glistening in the bright light of the bathroom. Jake scratched his pubes absentmindedly; his soft cock was pointing towards the surface of the water, as if calling for attention. Ricky´s mouth had gone dry and his hardon was growing.

"Jake, if you want me to help you with anything else..."

Jake looked puzzled.

"Like what?"

"Well, I could, like, wash your back if you want."

A sly smile appeared on Jake's face. He pointed at a long-handled brush hanging off a hook on the wall.

"Thanks man, but I can wash it myself."

"Well, I could do it anyway. If you want."

"No, I just told you I don't."

"Sorry. Just asking."

Jake started to push the duck again, making it submerge every now and then.

"Dude, is it possible that it's you who wants to wash my back? Could that be the case?"

"Yeah," Ricky had to admit.

"Then why don't you say so, man? If you want something, you've gotta ask for it. I can't read your mind ya know."

Ricky swallowed again.

"Can I wash your back, Jake?"

"I'll think about it. Meanwhile, you could get me a glass of water."

"Sure."

Ricky took a plastic mug off the shelf, made sure it was clean, and filled it with cold water. He handed it to Jake. Jake smiled to himself when he noticed the bulge in the wet front of Ricky´s shorts.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. So, you promised to think about..."

"Oh yeah, what was the question again?"

Ricky sighed.

"Jake, can I wash you back?"

"Please," he added.

Jack took his time before answering, sipping the water and playing with the duck.

"Permission granted. But my ass is off-limits."

"Thanks Jake."

Jake turned around, leaned his elbows on the edge of the tub and lifted his upper body from the water. He rested his head on his folded arms and waited for his back to be washed.

Ricky took a bottle of shower gel, poured some of the white liquid in his palm and started to spread it on Jake's tanned back. He enjoyed every second of it, feeling and soaping the soft skin of his strong shoulders. He moved down Jake's v-shaped torso towards his narrow hips. Feeling the canyon between his hard back muscles was awesome... Finally Ricky´s fingers reached the edge of the forbidden area and he knew better than to go against Jake´s prohibition. But he hadn't actually washed his back yet, just worshiped it, so he took a sponge and gave Jake's back a foamy wash.

"Okay, that's enough. I'll shower now," Jake said and pulled up the drain stopper. Water started to gurgle into the sewer.

He stood up and looked down at Ricky, who sat on his little stool, trying to cover his crotch with his hands, and looked at Jake like a puppy.

Jake smiled. Once again he had turned the tables, just like that. Ricky was his loyal and compliant friend again – and his cocksucker, whether he liked the word or not. Jake decided to give him a surprise treat.

"Dude, I´ll let you watch, and you can jack off. Just make sure I don't see any of it, and don´t cum on my floor," Jake said casually.

"But how can I watch and jack off without you seeing it?"

"That´s your problem dude," Jake said and closed the shower curtain.

Ricky thought quickly. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper, set the stool aside and sat down on the floor. Then he lifted the shower curtain and stuck his head and shoulders to the other side, leaning on the edge. He unzipped his shorts and fished out his already hard cock.

Jake made quite a show of it. He turned the shower on and let the hot water embrace his body. The water splashed on Ricky, whose hair and shoulders became soon wet, but he couldn't care less. He was able to admire Jake's ripped body from a million-dollar-seat.

Jake watered his hair and body thoroughly, turning back and forth in front of Ricky's hungry eyes. He stepped closer and pushed his loins forward, so that the water running down his body turned into a little waterfall, the water splashing from his cock to Ricky's face. Then he turned the shower off and rubbed a generous amount of shampoo into his thick black locks. He washed his hair, and small rivers of thick white foam ran down his body, making little turns between the mounds of his pecs and abs, slowly covering his pubes and the mighty cock that Ricky had already served many times. Jake rinsed his hair thoroughly, splashing foamy water on his friend.

Then it was time for the sponge again. Jake stepped even closer to Ricky, bringing his shining body five inches from his friend's face. He poured a generous amount of shower gel on the sponge and washed his body meticulously, cleaning the pits Ricky had just shaved for him, sponging his abs and the black love trail ever so slowly, and finally his most private parts; he spread his legs and soaped his cock and lifted his ball sack to make sure every square inch of his scrotum became clean – and enjoyed the undivided attention of his friend, who eye-fucked him while jerking his cock on the other side of the curtain.

Jake stepped even closer, and brought his foam-covered cock right in front of Ricky's mouth, the water-dripping tip was almost touching his lips. Instinctively, Ricky opened his mouth, expecting Jake to push in. But he took a step back.

"Don't you want me to..." Ricky whimpered.

"Nope."

Jake was going to meet Chrissy in the evening, the girl that had taken his virginity. No need for cocksucker services today.

Jake turned around and exposed his tight, hairless butt to Ricky. He washed the mounds of trained muscles with the sponge, flexing them teasingly, and cleaned the crack with his fingers. Then he turned around, added soap to the sponge and scrubbed his legs and feet.

Finally Jake turned the shower on and let the warm water rinse the soap off his body.

He turned the shower off and turned to look at his friend. Ricky´s eyes were wide open, and drool leaked out of his partly open mouth. He seemed to be near the edge. Time to end the game with a kill. The remains of Ricky's anger would now flow out of his body through his cock.

Jake leaned closer and placed his foot on the edge of the tub right in front of Ricky, so that his calf was almost touching his lips. Ricky lost control of himself totally. He grabbed Jake's leg with his free hand and crouched closer until he was able to kiss and lick his hairy leg; he even kissed the top of Jake's foot over and over again. Then he closed his eyes and shot his load into the wad of paper. Jake pulled back his foot and leaned down to pat Ricky's cheek, laughing softly.

"You seemed to be having a good time down there, dude."

Ricky looked up, his hair and the top part of his t-shirt soaked in water.

"Yeah, I did. Thanks Jake."

Jake rinsed Ricky's drool off his leg under the faucet.

"You're welcome. I want my buddy to feel good, and I'm happy to help. But no hard feelings anymore, right?"

"No hard feelings, Jake. I hope I wasn't too harsh on you."

"Well, I must say you chewed me out pretty good, man."

"I'm sorry about that, Jake. I didn't sleep well and I was in a bad mood."

"Well, why don't we just forget all about that. Now hand me a towel, will ya?"

Ricky smiled on his way home. Having Jake as a friend was never boring, and he was so happy that Jake had so casually accepted the fact that he was gay. And hadn't Jake just so generously let Ricky enjoy his awesome shower show without asking anything back, acting like a true friend?

He hoped that his talk about drunk-driving got through to Jake. He was horrified about the idea of his best friend driving in his car intoxicated; he could lose Jake in a traffic accident.

Then something occurred to Ricky, and he stopped his bike.

Jake couldn't have been driving his car. They had left in Matt's car.

Ricky gasped.

Jake had asked Matt to wait in the car while he went to see his cocksucker.

What have you done, Jake?

To be continued?

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