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Flashback, Jakob's POV
As I walk to the grocery store I carefully recount the money that my mom has given me. We just uprooted our lives after things in dad's business went south, and there was a job opportunity for him here in this small, out-of-the-way city. My parents didn't give me any warning, I just got home from school and was told to pack a bag and get in the car. My dad has a temper, so I know not to question him when he tells me to do something. We drove all night and arrived this morning.
"Look at how beautiful it is here Jakob. This will be our new home, isn't that exciting? A fresh new start, just what we need." My mom says as we arrive to the city. She gently rubs my dad's knee as she speaks, almost as if she is really trying to reassure him, and not me.
I observe my mom silently, trying to decide whether or not she is being honest. She has a tendency to try and make things seem better than they are. Sometimes it works, but most times it just results in me being disappointed. I think my mom grew up in a rich family because she acts like she is better than she is. She talks poorly about others all the time, and she only says nice things about my dad and our family. I think my dad is a disappointment to her though, because we aren't rich.
In the morning light the City didn't look too bad. We passed a few parks and playgrounds that were in great shape, and I started to feel excited about moving here. There were a few people out for morning jogs, and they all seemed like nice people, and a few of them even waved and smiled at as we passed them. I watched my parents' faces as we drove through the new city and my dad seemed stoic and stern. I can never get a good read on him, but he seemed to be worried, or scared even. My mom was smiling, but she kept dry-washing her hands, betraying her happy façade. She kept trying to convince me that this was an exciting change though. I wanted to believe her, to play along and pretend that this was exciting, but I would miss my friends, and my old neighborhood.
I looked in sadness at the city, and hoped that it could be a good start for me. I tried to emulate my mother and pretend that it was a good thing. I imagined the friends that I might make here, and the fun I would have at these new parks. I looked at the houses as we drove, and I started to feel a bit excited about living in one of these large beautiful houses. The houses seemed to get progressively nicer as we drove, and I got more excited as I Imagined myself living in one. I saw one house in particular that I really liked. It was large and new looking with a green lawn and a trampoline out front, and there was a young boy about my age jumping on the trampoline and laughing. He smiled and waved at his mom who was watching through the window, and I immediately felt jealous. I looked over at my mom, and I knew that she would never watch me like that. I looked back at the brown-haired boy and wished desperately that I was him, that I was loved like him, and that my mom loved me like his did. We drove on and arrived at our new house, which also happened to be the most run down one on the block. I tried to hide my disappointment from my parents as we drove up to the house; I know my dad would have gotten angry if I look disappointed. The front gate was rusted, the yard was filled with weeds, and the house was in desperate need of a paint job.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and focus in the task on hand. My mom has sent me to the grocery store to get some milk and cereal, and I have to make sure that I get the most inexpensive kind. I arrive at the store and feel nervous as I enter. This is my first time shopping on my own, and I hope that I do it right. It takes me a few minutes to find the cereal aisle, and when I do, I am overwhelmed by the variety of cereal. I scan the cereal aisle looking for the kind that my mom usually buys, and spot a popular brand that I have always wanted to have. I walk up to the cereal that I want right away and pick it up. I really want it, but I know that I don't have enough money. I sigh and put the cereal back and start looking for the most inexpensive kind, carefully checking the price tags like my mom told me to.
Just as I locate the cereal that I my mom wants me to buy, the same woman and brown-haired boy that I saw this morning walk into the aisle. The woman is laughing at something her son has said, and he is smiling. I take a moment to look at the woman, and am immediately filled with envy, and I wish she was my mother. She is blond haired, blue eyed, and has a slightly plump figure. She has perfectly manicured hands and is wearing a yellow dress with a white cardigan and matching pearl earrings and a pearl neckless. She doesn't seem to be wearing any makeup, but her cheeks have a natural red flush to them, her lips are red, and she has natural long black eyelashes. She stands perfectly poised but has a relaxed presence about her. My observations of the woman are interrupted as the brunette boy runs up to the cereal that I had picked up earlier and grabs the same box that I had put back.
"Mom, can we please get this? Please?" The boy asks in a sweet voice.
"I don't know James, that cereal isn't that healthy for you." His mom answers.
"Oh, please Mom! I've been so good!" James says very sweetly.
"Alright James, but only because I love you so much. And you have to eat all of your veggies tonight, or I won't buy it." James's mom negotiates with him.
"Deal!" James says and snatches the cereal and dashes to the checkout. "let's go mom!".
James's mom laughs and starts to follow him, when she notices me. She looks at me and stops for a moment, no doubt wondering where my mom is. I smile at her and she smiles back, considering me carefully.
"Are you here by yourself?" She asks me.
"No ma'am, my mom is here somewhere." I lie with a smile.
She looks at me a moment, and looks at the cereal in my hand.
"I wish my son would eat that. It's much healthier and so much cheaper. Your mom must appreciate that you are so easygoing." She says.
"Mom, let's go!" James shouts from across the store.
"What's your name young man?" She asks, ignoring her son for the moment.
"Jakob, I'm 6 and a half." I say with a smile of pride.
"Oh, same age as my son. Well Jakob, it has been lovely to meet you. We live in the big blue house on the corner just there. If you ever want to come over and play, you are more than welcome. My name is Evette." Evette says with a wide smile that warms my heart. I am beginning to feel more hopeful about my family moving here, and I am looking forward to seeing more of Evette.
"I have to ask my mom, but I want to come over and play!" I say with excitement.
"Well here, let's go to the front and pay for our groceries, then you can go home and tell your mom if you can come over. We can spend the afternoon making cookies and playing on the trampoline." Evette says kindly.
I follow her to the checkout, and look for James, but he is already at the car. Evette explains that he can be a bit impatient sometimes, but that he is really a nice boy. He doesn't seem like a nice boy, but if she says he is, then he must be. I help Evette unload her groceries out of the cart and place my cereal and milk behind her order.
As I wait for Evette's order to be scanned through, I turn and watch James through the window as he waits by the car outside. He is leaning against the car, looking like a young Gap model. His hair is perfectly styled, by his mom no doubt, and his clothes match and are pristinely clean. His shoes look like they are brand new, and are very stylish. I look down at my own well-worn clothes, and my holy jeans. My shoes are too small for my large feet, and my big toes are sticking out of holes at the end of my shoes. I look back at James and then to his mother, and I know that he isn't good enough to deserve a mother like her. I look back at James and am filled with envy for him. I want everything that he has, I want his mom, his clothes, and his trampoline.
"Jakob, it's time to go." Evette says, startling me.
"Sorry, I gapped out. I have to pay for my cereal first." I say, embarrassed that she caught me stating at James.
"Already done." Evette says with a warm smile as she hands me a white grocery bag.
"I... You paid for this?" I say, completely shocked. Nobody had ever done that for me.
"Yes, it's the least I could do. You helped me unload my groceries. It's no trouble really." She says, and more than ever I wish she was my mom.
"Thank you, Ma'am." I say earnestly.
"No problem. I'll see you later today" She asks as we walk to the door.
"Yup, I'll ask my mom right now!" I say eagerly and start running home, hearing Evette chuckle behind me.
I race home and burst in the front door in a rush. I kick off my shoes at the door and run in throwing the bag in the table.
"Mom, I'm home!" I yell.
"Wow, what has you so excited?" My mom says a bit sharply
"Oh, I met this nice lady at the store and her son. She said that I could come over and make cookies! I've never done that before! Can I go? Please?" I ask quickly, and my mom frowns at me, and then her eyes drift from me to the bag on the table.
"What's that?" She asks sharply, and I frown in confusion.
"It's the cereal that I bought." I say as I am turning, and I see that the expensive cereal that James had asked his mom for was on the table, and not the cheap cereal that I had meant to buy. My mom walks up to the cereal and picks it up in anger.
"We can't afford this Jakob, why would you buy this?" My mom demands.
"I didn't. Evette bought it and must have gave me the wrong one by mistake." I say quickly, trying to calm my mom down. She will like Evette, I am sure of it.
"Why would this `Evette' buy your groceries? Have you been telling people that we are poor?" My mom demands angrily.
"No, no. It's not like that. She's just a nice lady. She met me at the store and says I could come over anytime and the she paid or the cereal mom. She's a super nice lady, you would like her. And They have a trampoline too!" I say excitedly, but I confused as to why my mom is frowning. Her eyes narrow as I tell her about Evette, and I know that I have said the wrong thing.
"So this woman thinks that we need her charity does she? Thinks that she can raise my son better than me." My mom seethes.
"What? No mom, you don't understand..."
"No! You don't understand Jakob. That woman doesn't see you as a kind little boy, she sees you as a project. She wants to show off her nice house and her nice things, and she wants to fix you to make herself feel better. You can't trust her, and you won't be going over there. We don't need fixing, and we don't need charity." My Mom says harshly. She grabs the cereal off the table and crushes it in her hands as she walks to the garbage and throws it out. I look at my mom shocked, and I don't understand why she would through food away.
"You won't ever go to that house Jakob, and you won't speak to that woman again, understand? I'll go to the store and get the cereal myself since I can't trust you to do one simple thing. You can stay here and unpack your room." My mom says sternly, and I know that there is no way I can argue with her. I run to my room crying, and think bitterly back to Evette and her son, and not for the last time I think of James with envy, and I want everything that he has. I never get to go to Evette's house, and I learn to never take charity from anybody. I grow up knowing that I have to take everything that I want, nothing will ever be given to me.
End POV
Preston's POV, present time
I can't stop thinking about Jakob since our last encounter. I know that he had used me, and that he brings out the worst in me, but I can't stop thinking about the way that he treated me the last time that we had sex. He knows me better than most people. He knows just how to treat me when having sex, and sex with him is always a thrill. I never know how he will treat me, and a part of me loves the danger element of being around him. I will never admit it to James, but being away from Jakob has been hard for me. I crave Jakob, and I crave the danger and wildness that a relationship with him brings.
I love the stability and safety that James brings, and I know that being around him will make me a better person, but I can't help but miss Jakob. I keep thinking back to his face after we had sex. At the time I thought that he wasn't being genuine when he told me that our fuck meant something to him. I thought that he was just trying to manipulate me, but he looked genuinely hurt. Something about it felt real, and I haven't been able to shake the feeling that I have done something wrong. Even though I had set out to hurt Jakob for what he did to James, I now feel regret for what I have done. While I want Jakob to pay for what he did, for what he made me play a part in, a part of me loves him too. I have to know if he is OK, and I have to know if I mean more to him than just a fuck buddy. So against my better judgment I pull out my phone and text him.
"What u up to?" I send
"Nothing much, just bored and horny. U?" Jakob responds immediately, which almost never happens. I suddenly find myself envisioning him bored and alone at home, slightly heartbroken at how I blew him off yesterday when basically said he had feelings for me. A part of me wonders if he has been waiting this whole time for me to message him. I shake my head feeling silly.
"Same. Wanna meet up and do something?" I ask.
"Yeah, but my parents are home. Park?" He asks, and I immediately feel a small thrill.
"10 mins?" Ask, my heart beating faster.
"5." Jakob responds.
I jump up off my bed and run to the bathroom, and quickly strip naked. I don't know what he has in mind, but I need to be ready. I jump in the shower and turn it on, bracing myself for the cold water, I don't have time to wait for the water to warm up. I make sure to keep my hair dry, and I rinse off my body with soap, paying special attention to my asshole and dick. I turn the water off just as it is warming up, and dry off. I rush back to my room, pull some clean clothes on my half-wet body, and run down the stairs and out the front door. As I am leaving, I hear my dad yell my name from upstairs, no doubt seeing the mess I left in the bathroom, but I am already out the door. I'll deal with him later.
I arrive at the park 6 minutes after Jakob texted me, and hope that he doesn't notice my tardiness. I look around the park, taking it in. The leaves are just beginning to turn colour and fall as we enter Autumn, and the gravel pathways are scattered with leaves. Every time I come here I am taken aback by the beauty, and I can't help but think back to the many times that Jakob and I came here. I'm not sure why, but I feel like this meeting will be very significant, that something is going to happen, and that something is about to end. For the second time this afternoon I give my head a mental shake, trying to clear my head from irrational thoughts.
I walk steadily to out meeting spot; a small private clearing with a bench facing a wishing well that can only be accessed by a small footbridge. The clearing is out of the way, and offers some privacy from other park goers. Jakob and I have taken advantage of that privacy many times.
As I cross the footbridge I see Jakob sitting on the bench, slouched over with his chin on his hand, and his elbow on his knee. I slow down my walk, not used to seeing Jakob look like this. He looks kind depressed, and vulnerable, and I have never seen him look like that in the entire time I have known him.
"Hey." I say quietly as I approach. Jakob looks up at me and gives a short-lived half-smile.
"Hey, thanks for coming." Jakob says, and I feel chills up my spine. Jakob never thanks people.
"No problem. I wasn't doing anything anyway." I reply. "You OK man? You seem... down or something."
"I love fall." Jakob responds, looking blankly ahead of him at the leaves. "It's a reminder you know. All things come to an end"
"Yeah, and then winter comes, and then spring, and everything starts again. You can't forget that for every ending there is a new beginning." I respond, trying to lighten his dark mood.
Jakob looks at me thoughtfully. "Do you really think that? That there can be a new start for people? Or things or whatever?" As he speaks I realize that he is more depressed than I realized.
"Yeah man, people can start over, start again. Nothing is fixed in stone. What's on your mind Jakob? You are making me worried." I say softly, and sit beside him.
"I wasn't sure that you still cared lately. I don't blame you though, honestly." Jakob says, still looking blankly ahead of himself.
"I care, I just.... what happened with James was a bit much for me." I say cautiously.
"I know, I can't believe that we did that. That I did that. I don't know what I'm becoming Preston. One day I am so filled with hate and the next I can't believe what I am doing. It's like I am watching myself do these things, and it's not really me in control. I just want... I want.." Jakob says and his voice cracks, and my heart hurts for him. I grab his chin and turn his head so that he is looking at me.
"You're not a monster Jakob. Everyone makes mistakes, everyone does things that they regret. We can work together to get through this." I say, looking into Jakobs teary eyes. He looks back and me, and starts to breath more deeply, his eyes filling with lust, and he leans forward and kisses me. I am a bit startled, but immediately turned on. I try to pull away to look at him, and his kisses become more frantic. He grabs my ass and pulls me onto his lap do that I am not straddling him.
HIs hands go under my shirt and he is feeling my back, then his hands travel back down to my ass. His fingers slip under my waistband and slide down over my smooth bare ass, and he begins to kneed my ass cheeks like bread dough.
I moan against him and give into his passion. Part of my is questioning why this is happening so fast, but I can't help but give in. I feel his hard chest in front of me, and I slide my hands down his six pack to his hard dick. I paw at his dick thought the jeans, and he growls into my mouth.
Jakob stand with me in his arms and lays me down on the ground on my back. He lifts my legs and grabs the top of my jeans from behind and with one hard pull yanks them down to my ankles. My thighs burn as the still-buttoned jeans are pulled down, and my hard dick slaps my lower abs. I lean forward to pull off my shoes but Jakob shoves me back down and throws my legs back into the air. He dives down and starts eating my ass like and animal, and I moan in pleasure.
After about a minute of eating my ass, tongue darting in and out of my hole, Jakob comes up between my legs and kisses me roughly. He lines up his hard cock to my ass, and I tense for a moment, knowing what is coming. Jakob bites my lower lip and shoves his cock into me with one hard thrust. I let out a small yelp at the quick intrusion, but Jakob is kissing me again before I can make any more noise. He pulls out slowly, my asshole gripping his dick tightly, and thrusts back into me with force. My asshole aches in pain at the intrusion, but a part of me loves it. I know that it must be slightly unpleasant for Jakob too, but he doesn't' slow down, instead he begins fucking me hard and fast, and I am forced adjust to the pain of his cock quickly.
As Jakob fucks me he continues to aggressively make out with me, showing me more passion than I have ever seen him display. I am overwhelmed by the sensations, and for a moment I completely forget that we are in a public park. I start moaning with Jakob's thrusts, and he leans back and covers my mouth with his hand, but doesn't stop fucking me. I continue to moan into Jakob's hand, and he begins to grunt as he thrusts. He looks down at me and grins, moving his hand off of my mouth.
"Fuck me Jakob, take my ass!" I yell out, and Jakob slams into me harder.
"Take my dick slut!" Jakob yells out as he moves his arms to either side of my head, supporting his body on his fists, and slamming into me with the full weight of his body. A cold wind blows over us, slamming us with leaves, but it doesn't slow Jakob at all. He keeps slamming into me, and I can feel the earth beneath me scratching my back through my shirt. The light is beginning to fade round us as the sun sets, and the wind is picking up, but still Jakob doesn't' stop, and I don't want him to.
"I want you to cum here in the open with my dick in your ass, like the slut that you are. Cum for me baby." Jakob says to me, and I nod.
"Fuck me into the dirt Jakob! Take my ass! Make me feel for the rest for the night!" I yell up to Jakob through the wind, and he smiles down at me. His face twists as he concentrates of fucking me, taking on a more animalistic tone.
He changes his angle and starts slamming into my prostate with precision, and I feel myself approaching my orgasm.
"I'm close Jakob, don't stop!" I yell, and Jakob increases his pace. He leans down over my in a pushup position and brings his lips to my ear.
"Cum for me baby." he whispers in my ear.
With the wind howling and leaves swirling around us I lean my head back and let out a moan as I cum, my asshole squeezing on Jakob's dick as I blast my seed all over myself and Jakob. Jakob slams into me and I feel him blast his cum deep inside of me, my prostate pulsing on his hard dick. Jakob collapses on me, breathing hard. I curl my toes in extasy, reveling in the moment, when we hear a loud crack as a large branch is torn off of a tree from the strong wind. Jakob and I both look at the tree startled, only now realizing the extent of the storm raging around us.
"We need to go." Jakob states sternly, and we both jump up and scramble to get our clothes. Jakob is faster than me and starts across the footbridge without me. He looks back at me, still pulling up my jeans. "Come on Preston!"
I manage to get my jeans up and we both run to the parking-lot. Jakob runs for his car without looking back, and I hesitate not sure if I should go with him, but he doesn't seem to care either way. I run to my car and am shocked as a car almost hits me as it speeds out of the parkinglot. I look up just in time to see that Zeke is driving. I frown, wondering what he was doing here in the storm, but I don't have time to think on it as the wind picks up and I am forced to get to my car. I start my car and pull out. I shake my head as I realize that Jakob has left without waiting to see if I got out OK. I mentally kick myself for thinking that he might care for me, for thinking that there was anything there but a monster. I fell for his manipulations once again, and became his willing fuck toy.
*End Preston's POV
James's POV
I leave Carson's house feeling satisfied that I have recruited him to my vendetta. I feel a little guilty that I pulled him into this, but I had to tell him about his brother. I have a nagging feeling that maybe the only reason I told him about his brother was so that I could add him to my ranks. Part of me wants someone to feel my level of wrath. I push the feeling down though, I don't have time for guilt.
As I get to my car I get a text from Zeke. I open the text and am shocked and awed at what I see. There, in the middle of the park, Jakob is fucking Preston. The shot looks like it belongs in some sort of pervy art museum. Preston is on the ground on his back, his pants pulled down to his ankles and his legs up in the air. Jakob's pants are also pulled down to his ankles, and he is between Preston's legs. I can see Jakob's thick cock is clearly buried in Prestons' ass, and his hard ass is flexed. Preston's elbows are in the dirt supporting his weight and his back is arched. His head is tilted back and his mouth is agape in ecstasy. Jakob is above him, his weight supported by his fists on either side of Preston, and his face is the picture of concentration and passion. His eyebrows are slightly bent in a frown, his cold blue eyes are staring straight down at Preston, his lips are pressed firmly together and his nostrils are slightly flared. Leaves are surrounding them both, flying around in the wind. They both look like they are completely oblivious to the world around them, completely pulled into their own world of passion.
And I have never felt more fury in my life. I see this for what it is: betrayal. Preston has given into Jakob and his weakness. And I'm not sure what infuriates me more, the fact that Preston has betrayed me, or the fact that he is so clearly enjoying it. I am furious that Preston is so weak, furious that he has betrayed me, and furious that I wasn't enough for him.
"I just thought that you should see this. You need to see what kind of person Jakob is James. I'm sorry to have to do this." Zeke texts me, trying to protect me from Jakob. He doesn't know the whole story yet, that Jakob is my rapist and not a hookup like I told him. In my fury I cast my previous reservations to the wind. I don't have time to spare people, and I don't have the luxury of protecting them. I no longer care what I have to do to get my vengeance, but I will get it.
"Yeah, I know Jakob is an asshole. There's more to what happened than I told you. We'll chat tomorrow, but don't worry, I'm not in danger from Jakob." I send back, and I fully intend on recruiting him tomorrow. I could use his help.
"OK man, but don't do anything crazy, alright? If you want you can come over and we can talk about it." Zeke sends back. He knows me too well, but I am beyond talking. I don't want to talk about what happened to me, I just what to get even.
"Thanks, I am just going to bed. See you tomorrow." I lie.
"Hey Brent, still wanna fuck your son?" I text Mr. Reynolds, Preston's father. I have been too nice to Preston, I vowed that I would make all 3 of my rapists suffer for what they had done to me, but I let Preston get to me. I let my compassion and mercy get the best of me. I no longer have that though, my compassion is gone, and all that is left is anger. Preston will feel my anger, he will pay for his betrayal.
I arrive at Preston's house a few hours later and park a block away so as not to be seen. Mr. Reynolds and I have set up a plan, and are waiting to see if Preston falls for the bait. Preston still believes that Mr. Reynolds is an older man that he has been messaging him on Grindr. Preston doesn't realize that the older man is actually his father, and my plan is to illuminate him tonight.
I walk around the side of the Reynolds' household to the back and text Mr. Reynolds to let him know that I have arrived. Mr. Reynolds opens the door to let me in right away.
"I can't believe that we are going to do this." Mr. Reynolds says, greeting me. The man is sweating and slightly shaking
"Come on man, you're about to get your life time wish, don't bitch out now." I say, irritated with his cowardness. "Take a drink or something and pull it together."
"Yeah, you're right. And if all goes according to plan, I have nothing to worry about. Preston will be none the wiser." Mr. Reynolds says, pouring himself a drink. He holds a glass up to me, but I shake my head, refusing.
"That's right, you have nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine, and the three of us will have a great time." I lie evenly, and without an ounce of guilt. I could honestly pursue a career in politics.
The front door opens and closes, and Mr. Reynolds tenses up.
"That's him, hide in behind the desk." Mr. Reynolds says, and I duck down behind his desk just before Preston walks in.
"Hey dad. Just got home and wanted to say goodnight before I go to bed." Preston lies to his father.
"Alright bud, thanks for checking in with me. Did you have a good day?" Mr. Reynolds says his voice shaky.
"Yeah, just spent some time with Jakob, I think we've patched things up a bit, but it's hard to know with him." Preston says somberly, and I am shocked that he shares so much with his dad, and reminded of why I am so angry with him at the same time.
"That's good son, I'm glad that thigs are looking up. Do you want to talk about it?" Mr. Reynolds says, and I shake my head. Not the time to have a heart-to-heart dude I think to myself.
"Nah, not tonight, I'm honestly not sure how I feel about him, and I'm kinda beat. Have a good night dad." Preston says.
"Have a good sleep son. In fact, I'm going to head to bed myself." Mr. Reynold lies, sounding more together than before.
"Alright, sounds good dad." Preston says while turning to leave, then pauses and turns back. "Is everything OK dad?" Preston asks, and there is a short pause that feels like eternity before Mr. Reynolds responds.
"Everything is good. Have a good night Preston." Mr. Reynolds says, earning a nod from Preston before he leaves.
I wait a moment before getting up from my hiding place.
"Let's get this show on a roll I say." watching Mr. Reynolds closely. I can tell that he is wrestling with his conscience. "Don't get soft on me now man. I know you wanna fuck that ass."
"Yeah, I do." Mr. Reynolds responds quietly, and then gets up to leave. "Wait in here. I'll message you when we are ready."
I nod and watch him go. As planned, Mr. Reynolds is going to go upstairs and pretend to go to bed. He will wait for Preston to message him, thinking that his is an anonymous guy from Grindr, and tell him that his dad is asleep'. Then Preston will blindfold himself and wait for the anonymous man', aka his father, to come and fuck him with a buddy, aka me.
I wait for what seems like forever, but is actually about 20 minutes before I get a text from Mr. Reynolds. "Come now."
My heart pounds as I silently climb the stairs. I see Mr. Reynolds outside of Preston's room, completely naked and hard. He puts his finger over his to remind me not to talk or Preston might recognize our voices. I nod and he opens the door.
As planned Preston is on all fours completely naked except for a blindfold covering his eyes. His perky ass is pointed at us and I can see his pink rosebud form here. Mr. Reynolds walks past me and falls to his knees in front of Preston and begins to eat his ass like a starving man. My cock jumps at the sight, and I am more turned on than I ever have been before. I strip my clothes quickly and get on the bed in front of Preston.
I line my cock up with his mouth and he opens up and tenderly takes my cock into his mouth. I let out a small moan as my cock enters his mouth, and Preston smiles slightly around my cock. Something about his smile makes me pause. I look down at him and start thinking about the boy who puts on a façade every day to go to school. I think about how differently he acts when he is alone, and I know that façade must have taken a lot of work over the years to construct. I know that he must have been terrified of being bullied, or maybe he was bullied into creating the façade.
I try to re-center my thoughts and focus on the task at hand. I look up and see Preston's dad eating his ass out, but it doesn't distract me enough. I look back down at Preston at he devours my cock, and I think about how lonely he must have been. I imagine that he must have been desperate for companionship, and how his first love turned out to be Jakob. Suddenly I understand Preston all too well, and I understand why he would have gone back to Jakob.
And suddenly I realize that what I am doing is wrong. I am punishing the victim, not the real criminal. I have redirected my rage from Jakob at Preston, but Preston doesn't deserve the punishment that I have chosen for him. My original plan had been to take off Preston's blindfold as his father was fucking him, so that he could find out in the worst way possible that his father has the hots for him, but now I see how wrong that is.
Preston deserves to make the choice of whether or not he wants to sleep with his father, and I am robbing him of that. I am also about to rob him of the good relationship that he has with his father. I won't do that to him, no matter how hot I find the whole situation.
I pull my cock out of Preston's mouth and signal at Mr. Reynolds to stop, but he doesn't see me. I get off the bed and tap Mr. Reynolds on the shoulder and he looks at me in confusion. I signal at him to stop, and for us to leave. His face turns from confusion to anger, and the turns back to Preston.
I grab Mr. Reynolds and pull him to his feet. I start pulling him to the door, and he punches me. I stumble back and do my best not to make noise. I grab Mr. Reynolds and pull him harder to the door. I wrench open the door and my heart drops as I hear Preston speak.
"Dad?! James? What the hell!" Preston shouts, covering his nakedness with a blanket
I turn to Preston, my mind racing. I consider telling Preston that his dad just got here, and that it was just me in the room, but he knows there were two men, and his dad is naked and hard, and I am fully clothed. I look at Preston, not sure how to explain this away.
"Preston, it's not what it looks like." Mr. Reynolds says desperately, covering his dick with his hands.
"Really dad? Cause it looks like you and James were about to fuck me. Why would you... and how did you even know..." Preston trails off piecing it all together. I scramble to think of a way to fix this, but I can't. There is nothing I can do.
"Preston I..." Mr. Reynolds says, and I can see that he is at a loss for words too.
"So it was you the whole time dad? You were the guy sexting me, getting me to fuck myself with cucumbers? And you were going to fuck me just now? And James, you were going to go along with it? Why?" Preston says, his voice full of rage and hurt.
"Yeah, I was." I say, rubbing my sore jaw from Mr. Reynolds' punch. "I saw you with Jakob earlier today, and I got mad. I felt betrayed and I wanted you to pay. This was too much though, I'm so sorry Preston." I say, not able to look at him.
"I don't get it, how did you even know..." Preston starts
"I caught him messaging you and I took pictures. I blackmailed him, and told him to stop messaging you. I didn't want you to find out that he was perving on you." I answer.
"But you had no problem blackmailing him, and then using it against me when I stepped out of line. You're a real piece of work James. Both of you are disgusting. Get out." Preston says, his voice filled with rage.
"Preston, I'm..." Mr. Reynolds tries to say.
"GET OUT!" Preston yells, cutting his dad off.
We both leave together, and I close the door behind us.
"You're a piece of shit James." Mr. Reynolds starts, and I cut him off, slamming him into the wall.
"You have no one to blame but yourself for this. I tried to stop you, and you punched me. You have to make this right by him. Get your shit together, and fix this!" I say, and I let him go. I walk to the door and pause on my way out.
"And never hit me again Brent, I won't be so forgiving next time." I threaten as I leave.
I walk to my car and on the way I stop and throw up in a bush. I have never felt so ashamed of myself in my whole life. Preston and Mr. Reynolds are right, I am a piece of shit. I need to take my own advice and get my life together.
But this isn't all my fault. Jakob share the blame. If it wasn't for Jakob none of this would have happened. I have to stop playing games and focus on him. I have to get my vengeance. Jakob will pay for this.
Author's Note:
Hey guys, thanks for reading my story! I hope that you have enjoyed so far. I wanted to leave a note at the end of this chapter because it is a bit dark. This is a story of vengeance, so it will inevitably have some dark and sad parts. The boys are fallible and have to learn through the mistakes that they make. The only upside is that hopefully they will learn from their mistakes.
I am also hoping that this chapter has illuminated Jakob's character a bit, and helped to explain his behaviour. A few of you have emailed me confused at Jakob's erratic behaviour, and have asked why he is so hot/cold. I have left his motivations in the dark purposefully as a sort of challenge for you guys. I am hoping that you will think on his actions and try and figure out what motivates him. I promise by the end of the story it will all be made clear.
If you guys are up for it, I am looking for some feedback on some things to see how the story is being interpreted.
1.What do you think motivates Jakob? Is he good or bad? Does he have real feelings for Preston, or is he just manipulating him?
2.Why is Preston so easily manipulated? Why does James view him as weak?
3.What motivates James? Is he innocent, and is he justified in his actions? Did he go too far with Preston and his Father, or did he stop too soon?
You can answer any of the questions if you want, or just email me to chat. Thanks again for reading!
James.