NOTE: This is the fictional coming of age story of Jake Grimke as he matures through high school, into college and eventually into adulthood in the Baltimore, Maryland region. It contains and embraces accurate representations of life in Baltimore and its suburbs;Maryland's traditional sport of lacrosse and the career path a firefighter might follow in his profession. All of the characters in this story are fictional and resemblance to any one person whether dead or alive is purely coincidental. If you liked this installment, please send me some feed back; I got a rough idea where this is headed but I am always open to some suggestions. Needless to say, if you are offended by handsome athletic young men growing up gay and the obstacles they will encounter as well their personal triumphs, you should use the BACK button on your browser forthwith.
It wasn't often that Jake got double-team lecture about behaving by John and Emma like that and he knew he had violated their mutually agreed upon rule. At least in the end he wasn't grounded or punished, more just embarrassed that Will Hurley was sent home without much, if any, explanation which didn't sit well with Jake. Once John and Emma retreated into their master bedroom for the night, Jake logged off his computer and began to get ready for bed.
Yeah, almost 11:00 p.m. on a fall Saturday night and high school senior Jake Grimke was getting ready for bed. He texted Evan but got no immediate response like he normally does, figuring that Jackie and him must be at the movies or making out somewhere. Life was just a little out of balance for Jake now that Evan was seriously dating her and no longer top priority when Jake called or texted.
Jake stripped out of his clothes and after sorting them into laundry or probably wear again he slid on a pair of older, soft nylon mesh lacrosse shorts and went to the bathroom down the hall for a long piss. He hiked up the right leg of his shorts and held his ample cock as the stream bore into the toilet bowl with force. As the stream trickled, he examined his balls and decided that it was time to shave them again. After flushing he slid the waist band down and judged that his bush was getting, well, bushy and decided it was time some grooming down there too.
He closed the door to his bathroom and trimmed back the bush to where it normally would be if it was summer and he was prepping for a swim meet. Satisfied, he washed his balls and lathered before gingerly taking his razor to them. He finished with a quick shower before bed and slid back into his lacrosse shorts after drying off.
Once in bed, he tossed and turned a little bit, thinking about Will for some odd reason and then reflecting back to lacrosse camp, not just the lacrosse skills he learned there, but also about one of life's important skills: masturbation. And before long, he was pawing himself, his hand gently caressing the silky nylon fabric that clung to his growing manhood underneath. He reflected back on his first trip to lacrosse camp, how he would try to steal a glimpse or longer look at Bryant Williams, then a junior at lacrosse camp when he was a freshman when he wasn't engaged in some camp activity with his wingman Evan. And it's not like Bryant didn't look back with a smile or two of his own at the younger Jake.
It was after a canoe trip and they were all back in the gang shower in the locker room at the fieldhouse showering off the Potomac River when Evan and the others finished while Jake and Bryant lingered. Bryant had the swimmer build that Jake would develop in the next couple of years coupled with monster legs from years of playing soccer and lacrosse since he could practically walk. With everybody else out of the showers Bryant began washing his dick which started to harden as Jake watched.
He washed it a little harder and a little faster while lathering up his abs and chest as Jake watched entranced. Jake himself began to get erect watching what was going on and soon, was encouraged by Bryant to, well, jack off.
"What are you doing?" Jake bravely asked.
"Jacking off," Bryant answered confidently; "don't you jack off?"
"No, um, no I don't," Jake replied.
"You should, makes you feel good," Bryant added.
"Makes you feel good how?" Jake asked anew.
"Really, you never jacked off?" Bryant asked Jake.
"Nope. Honest," Jake stated as he began to emulate the player two shower heads down from him.
"Helps you relieve stress, helps you unwind. There you go, now you got it" he added as Jake began to rub himself from his shaft up to his pecs like Bryant was doing.
Jake let out a long gutteral "oh fucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk."
"Now your learning it Jake," Bryant complimented his trainee.
Bryant slowed as he watched Jake learn to enjoy himself. And Jake looked over at Bryant, the type of male specimen he wanted his body to grow into, drinking in his black hair, tan skin, dark brown eyes, high cheek bones and well-proportioned muscle. Sensing that Jake was checking him out, Bryant turned slowly so that Jake could see his glutes and the tan line left by his summer swimsuit. And for the first time in his 14 years on the planet, Jake experienced the most wonderful sensation his body could give him as Bryant turned back to face Jake.
Jake's quads tensed as his first orgasm began to erupt uncontrollably; huge white spurts shot out of his dick forcing Jake to make a face that combined pure personal pleasure with abject fear of seeing his dick do something it had never done before. With his eyes locked on Bryant, Jake kept stroking until he couldn't stand it anymore, until no more came out and until it was sore to the touch. He felt a massive quiver throughout his body and then all of a sudden, he was breathing again, a bit labored, but breathing again as his body came down from the orgasmic high.
Bryant finished what he started, watching the spent Jake take in what just happened, controlling his own destiny until he finally let it rip, his left hand stroking, his right hand gently tugging on his right nip as he left a few volleys of his own cum land on the floor near Jake's own. Something inside Jake wanted to go over and touch Bryant but he restrained himself and watched as the two loads swirled together as one on the tile floor and slithered down the drain together. He took one more long look at Bryant and smiled and then ran out of the shower, yelling "Evan's gonna be waiting for me."
When Jake caught up with Evan on the path back to their dorm, Evan asked him "where were you, what took you so long?"
"Um, couldn't find my other flip flop," was the best answer Jake could muster, still tingling inside with what just happened, physically and mentally.
And now, thousands of orgasms later, Jake was a bit more controlled and methodical about taking matters into his own hands. As his personal sexual obsession with athletes grew inside his head, he found different ways to pleasure himself. His hand in an old lacrosse glove on top of his shorts was always very pleasurable, giving him the sensation it could be the touch of team mate or even a rival. Or, a length of cord or shooting string leftover from reworking the mesh on a lacrosse head wrapped and tied snuggly around his balls and shaft made it seem even more pronounced in size, like it needed to be.
This particular Saturday night, Jake rolled over, quietly slid the drawer of his night stand open and took out the purple Crown Royal cloth bag and found the cord. He slid the waistband down and made a few wraps around his freshly trimmed balls and the base of his shaft and then tied them off. Of course, he was fully hard now after the flashback to the showers at lacrosse camp and Bryant Williams. Pre-cum began to drip from his slit as he gently and slowly worked himself; after all, if he was going to go to all this trouble, he wanted it to last and not be a quickie.
And for some reason, his thought process shifted from Bryant Williams to Will Hurley which was not a bad change of scenery and well, a lot fresher in his mind than that of Bryant. By now, like any teenage male, Jake had jacked off many times, often thinking of a hot athlete from Sports Illustrated or a team mate or just one of the other guys from school or the gym. But Will was never on the radar until now, and now, Jake was mentally undressing him, shucking his preppy clothes to the side and revealing his tall, lean, olive-skinned Asian-American runner-build body.
Jake closed his eyes and played gently with his dick, his other hand exploring his own defined body, imagining that it was Will doing the exploring. He imagined a conversation with Will, asking Will if he liked what he saw, or telling Will it felt good or asking Will to do more.
And a year or so ago when Jake finally told his parents about his sexual preference, their first and immediate concern was for his health and safety. Sure, there was a big dad son talk about being safe and responsible but John Grimke remembered the first time he went to buy condoms, what a nervous wreck he was and on one of his days of from the fire department while Jake was at school and Emma who was now an assistant professor at the Peabody Conservatory in Baltimore was teaching, John went to the drugstore and purchased a box of a dozen condoms. Before Emma came home from teaching that day, John had given the brown paper bag to Jake with a strong warning about being careful and being responsible. Jake acknowledged the warning and added the condoms to the contents of his Crown Royal bag in his night stand's top drawer.
Jake decided tonight would be the night he took his own virginity from himself, if such things were possible. He lit the small white candle next to his bed with a disposable butane lighter from the purple velvet bag. As it glowed, he laid on the bed next to him the few accessories he had amassed: a small tube of lube, still a dozen condoms, a few clothes pins which he liked to clip to parts of his body and a couple more cords and shooting strings.
He quietly stepped from his bed and grabbed his old lacrosse stick and laid it with the accessories. Jake lubed his right fingers and began to play with his freshly scrubbed hole and inserted them, one at a time, as far as each could go before lubing them more and getting both his index finger and middle finger in together while gently jacking himself. He clipped each nipple with a clothespin, letting the sensations pulsate and gently jacked, imagining it was him and Will sharing this experience.
As he escalated the stimulation, he went back to fingering his hole, holding both fingers in longer and deeper, his shorts jumbled down around his feet as he let go of his dick long enough to unwrap a condom and unravel it down the shaft of his old lacrosse stick which he then centered between his legs. After applying some lube to the condom he proceeded to enter himself, grateful that he had chosen an "innie" end cap instead of an "outie" end cap as he inched in the machined metal shaft.
The first inch or so made his insides burn but the cool metal of the shaft took the edge off. He inched in further and then pulled it out some before pushing it back in just a little deeper. He repeated, trying to jack until he realized he needed both hands to manipulate the shaft gently in and out.
Once he had a rhythm going he reached for the candle, held it about a foot over his left pec and gently tipped it until a drop of hot wax fell on his pec just above the clothes pin. He suppressed the hiss he wanted to make as the wax splattered on his pec and ground himself down on the shaft before dripping more. Pre-cum poured out his dick steadily, pooling above what was left of the freshly mowed bush near his belly button.
Jake alternated where the wax would land, mostly his pecs or abs, sometimes brave enough to go all the way down to his shaft and balls. He was sweating, his mind racing, imaging that Will or Bryant or somebody was there to see what he taught himself. He scooted himself down the bed, draping his feet over the foot board until the head of the lacrosse stick was pushed up firm against the bed side of the footboard. Jake flexed his legs, using his ankles as anchors as his quads powered back and forth against the bed, the shaft riding up into Jake a little further until it found the spot near his prostate.
Riding a little harder and a little faster, Jake randomly dumped the wax on his muscles in globs with the candle in his right hand while he jacked with his left until the eruption began. He tensed his legs one more time as cum shot forcefully out of his 17 year old lacrosse jock dick, mingling with white spots of wax on his chest as his whole body first heaved and then writhed in total pleasure. And just like the first one, his breathing jump started again as his body descended from the acme of the orgasm, his left leg quivering and spasming like it often does after being intensely tensioned.
Carefully, he replaced the candle and unimpaled himself from the lacrosse stick once the internal vibrations of the orgasm subsided. He gathered up the evidence of his vices and carefully disposed of the flaked off wax, condom and its wrapper before sliding his shorts back up and falling blissfully asleep.