Chapter 34
Part 2
Jakob
Jakob arrived in New York City in the fall of 1946. It was a time of great change for America as servicemen began returning to civilian life after World War II. Jobs were difficult to get; unemployment was rife. It was into this mix and turmoil that Jakob fell, a condition not much different from the chaos of 1939 and the occupation of Poland. In another sense, the conditions were worse. He knew very little English and the street sense that kept him alive in Poland during the occupation, his language and his youth, were no longer viable in this new environment. He had to learn quickly to survive. Ultimately, it was the passiveness that he used as a survival technique in the streets and the camp that succeeded. He had heard that a remnant of a Polish community still existed on New York's lower East Side. After clearing customs, he managed to find his way into the city and the lower East Side. This community was by no means as large as the one that existed in the early 1900's when tenements were filled to overflowing and shop and store signs were written in the Polish language. Indeed, it was known as "Little Warsaw." There was also the Polish Catholic parish where one could find the assistance of a priest who spoke Polish and could direct him to sources of aid within the community. Fortunately, for Jakob, there was still a Catholic Polish church. And to it he ventured to ask for assistance in finding a job.
His first encounter with Father Mel was positive. He was an older priest, in his 60's, who was familiar with enough of his Polish heritage and language to identify with Jakob. After Jakob had told him the circumstances of his life in Poland, Father Mel warmed to him even more. In fact, within weeks, he had outlined something of a program for Jakob. First, it was essential that he learn English. The parish happened to have an ESL (English as a Second Language) program in progress in which he enrolled Jakob. He also had him assist with grounds upkeep for which he was given a minimum wage. While this wasn't much, it at least kept him in pocket money to buy items of personal interest. His first week in the City was spent in a cheap hotel in the area, mostly occupied by the many winos and alcoholics that flowed into the area from the Bowery. In reality, it wasn't much different from life at Sobidor. Even though he had his own room, strange characters roamed the hallways, muttering to themselves, disheveled, often, looking for a drink or the means of acquiring a drink. So Jakob learned quickly to watch over his personal possessions, much as he did at Sobidor. And then there was sex. One night, as he slept, he heard someone at his door. He listened at the door and then asked, "Yes?"
A drunken voice responded, "Let me in. I need help."
In his naivete, Jakob cracked the door a bit and saw an older man standing there, naked. He guessed his age at 70 or more.
"I can't find my room and lost my key," he added. Jakob let him in and shut the door.
Before he could add anything else, the old man collapsed on the bed, muttering something meaningless, and slept.
"What to do?" Jakob thought. "Should I go down to the desk and tell them?"
He decided to let the man sleep and let events take their course. He sat beside the naked old man and pondered his predicament. In order for him to sleep, he had to move him toward the wall. He slid his inert body toward the edge of the bed and lay down next to him. The circumstances were not unlike the sleeping conditions at Sobidor. Bodies were packed close to one another. The old man, too, reminded him of some of the inmates. He was thin and fragile; his gray hair looked disheveled; his feet seemed large and bony. But unlike Sobidor, the old man's size had more to do with a lifetime of drinking and lack of eating. The cheeks of his buttocks were hollow and thin. On the other hand, his cock loomed large when contrasted to the fragileness of his entire body. He was uncircumcised and the head shown clearly under the foreskin. Jakob felt a tinge of passion in his cock as he surveyed the old man asleep. He remembered some of his nightly experiences on his bunk. He moved his hand toward the old man's cock and stroked it lightly, feeling the soft texture of the skin. His other hand glided gently over the gray hairs of his head, down to the gray hair that spilled from his chest and ended in a profusion of gray surrounding his cock. The smell of maleness reached Jakob's nostrils as he gently pulled the foreskin of the old man's cock back to view the large head that it concealed. His cock was clean but pungent with sweat and urine. Jakob's cock now stood rigid, pulsing with passion. As he massaged the old man's cock and balls, the old man moved slightly and raised his legs in a V as if to accommodate Jakob's hand movements. Jakob admired the old man in his nude state and watched his cock grow to a full 7 inches as he continued the massage. With his legs in the raised V position, the old man's asshole came into view. In his relaxed position, it was clear that the sphincter was flaccid and viable and Jakob probed, first, with one finger then two. The muscles received his fingers easily and there was some movement in the hips of the old man in response to Jakob's fingering of his moist and warm asshole. Jakob rose from the bed, stripped, and lay next to the old man, pressing his aroused body close, his cock sliding between his legs, rubbing the base of his asshole. He lay still for a few moments in order to ascertain the old man's reaction. Getting no response, Jakob pressed closer, moving the head of his hot cock toward the entrance of his anus. Jakob's cock found an easy entrance into the old man's warm, moist asshole. He rested there for several minutes, letting his cock adjust to the warmth and sensuousness of the penetration. Still getting no response from the old man, he moved his cock in and out slowly and gently, enjoying the stimulation of the sphincter as it grasped his cockhead and massaged it with each thrust. He continued for several minutes in this mode until he was aware of the old man's asshole and hips responding to his thrusts. With that, Jakob's passion increased and his cock pressed deeper and deeper into the old man's hot and receptive hole. Reaching around to the front of the old man, he grasped his hard and throbbing cock and masturbated him as he drove his cock deep into the old man, moving the foreskin back and forth, using the juices of his cock to lubricate his hot cockhead. The intensity of the thrusting increased now, not only on the part of Jakob but the old man as well, and, before long, Jakob signaled his ecstasy in cumming with loud moans and deep thrusts, shooting his hot juices deep into the asshole of the old man. He lay still afterwards, continuously massaging the hard, throbbing cock of the old man. Perhaps five or ten minutes had passed when Jakob turned the old man on his back and took his cock deep into his mouth. He sucked him vigorously, enjoying the saltiness of the sweat and urine of his cock. A few minutes passed and the old man responded with moans of his own, signaling his own passionate release. A muffled "Ohhhhhhh....ohhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhh," and a violent thrusting of his hips, prepared Jakob for an onslaught of hot cum, spurting deep into Jakob's mouth. They both feel asleep soon afterwards.
During the night, there were more encounters. Two hours into his sleep, Jakob woke, feeling the tightness of the old man's ass riding his cock. A lone beam of light shone through the transom above the door and illuminated the gray hairs on the naked chest of the old man as he bounced up and down on Jakob's hard cock. He kept beat with his being fucked with the rhythmic movement of his own hand on his cock. For Jakob, it was a surrealist scene, a naked, gaunt figure bouncing on his cock, his gray hair flowing with the movement of his body, salivating, passion-filled to take all of Jakob's cock and juices for a second time that night. Jakob responded immediately and signaled his pleasure with deep upward thrusts into the old man's asshole. As he came, the old man unleashed his own ecstasy, shooting his cum in long hot spurts over Jakob's chest and face. After licking him clean, they both slept once more.
Another two hours passed. This time, Jakob felt the pressure of the old man's hard cock on his asshole. He acknowledged his presence by moving into a fetal position, allowing the old man's hard and hot cock to penetrate him deeply. The spontaneity of this new encounter as well as the pressure of the old man's hardness on his prostate needed very little encouragement for closure. He groaned his pleasure and came profusely into his hand as the old man fucked him deep and shot his hot cum deep into his asshole. Afterwards, they changed positions, Jakob offering his hand of hot cum; the old man, the last drops of cum on the end of his still hard and dripping cock.
When morning arrived, they spoke for the first time. Jakob offered the old man some clothes to go down to the desk for another key. Accepting, the old man left Jakob, but not before they embraced and vowed to meet later in the day. This was to evolve into another deep relationship for Jakob that would benefit him and the old man. The old man, for one, gave up his drinking in order to lead a more settled life with Jakob as his only and closest friend.
A year had passed and things went smoothly for Jakob. His English classes at the church were moving along nicely. Not only did he learn English, but also he added new friends made from contacts in his class. Father Mel, too, helped him along. Often, he would invite Jakob for dinner at the rectory and they would spend pleasant evenings together, talking, discussing current events, watching television. All of this contributed greatly to his rapid assimilation into this new culture, this new way of life. It was also at this time that Father Mel offered Jakob a room in the basement of the church. He could have free room and board until such time that he would find a permanent job or career. Jakob was quick to accept this offer since it would allow him to save most of the income derived from his minimum wage. This new arrangement also brought him in closer proximity to Father Mel. Often, in the evening, Father Mel would visit with Jakob and they would spend time discussing the events of the day. It was clear, too, that a reciprocal fondness for one another was growing. This fondness manifested itself in a variety of ways. Most often, it would be Father Mel's hand on Jakob's shoulder as they walked or talked. In the quiet of Jakob or Father Mel's room, it often expressed itself in a hand on Jakob's thigh, a gentle squeeze, a hug when greeting one another. From Jakob's viewpoint, it was clear where these manifestations of affection were leading. He had seen too much of the world to expect anything other. And, so, it came as no surprise to Jakob when that day came. He heard the faint tap on his door around midnight and found Father Mel.
"May I come in," he asked almost in a whisper. "I couldn't sleep and wondered if you were still up."
"By all means, come in Father," Jakob responded. "I am always more than happy to be with you."
Jakob's response had the ring of sincerity. And, indeed, it did. For regardless of the night's outcome, a genuine love had developed between the two. Jakob felt it from his first meeting with Father Mel.
Jakob, still in his underwear, offered Father Mel a chair next to his and he was quick to note Father Mel's eyes move downward towards his crotch. The conversation was electric. The dryness in Father Mel's mouth attested to his sexual agitation. His speech slurred but Jakob eased him from his anxiousness by putting his hot hand on Father Mel's thigh and asking, "Is there anything wrong? Are you ill? Are you feeling alright?"
Father Mel's response was instantaneous. He took Jakob's hand in his and stammered, "I don't know how to say this. But I love you." The last words were whispered and Jakob rose to meet this difficult but loving display of affection with tenderness and love. He raised Father Mel from his chair by the elbows, embraced him tenderly, and whispered in his ear, "Yes, I know you love me. I love you, too."
Dropping his underwear to the floor, now fully naked before Father Mel, he gently kissed Father Mel on the mouth, and moved him towards his bed. He removed his shirt, his pants, his underwear, his shoes and socks and laid him gently on the bed. With Father Mel now naked on the bed, Jakob knelt over his waist. His hard cock throbbed as he bent over and kissed Father Mel lovingly on the forehead and eyes. Jakob's head and tongue moved lower, showering his warm lips with a profusion of tender kisses. As he moved lower still, his lips encircled Father Mel's nipples and sucked and tweaked them gently and passionately, while his hands moved lightly and lovingly over his face. The downward movement continued, his lips and tongue searching his armpits and his navel. As Jakob's body slid over Father Mel's body, he could feel the hardness of Father Mel's cock teasing his hot asshole. He continued downward, his lips and tongue now searching the inside of Father Mel's groin, savoring the maleness of his testicles and asshole. His tongue probed the inner recesses of his asshole and then moved upward, once more, his hot mouth now enveloping Father Mel's hard, throbbing and dripping cock. He lingered here for a long time, his mouth tasting, teasing; his hands massaging his face and tweaking his nipples. Not a word was spoken. Occasional moans from Father Mel signaled his ecstasy. But it was Jakob who took charge. And it was Jakob who noted, that, for the first time in his life, he was no longer passive but active. So he continued to love Father Mel, moving to the inside of his groin, his calves, and his feet, loving them tenderly, taking each of his toes into his mouth and sucking them gently, massaging the insoles of his feet with long strokes of his tongue and lips. This lovemaking went on for hours, still with no words spoken. When it seemed that Father Mel was about to utter something, Jakob's fingers would settle gently on his lips as if to say, "Not now. Enjoy the moment. Say nothing. Just love." And when it seemed that neither could stand it any longer, Jakob moved between Father Mel's legs, lifted them high, resting his calves on his shoulders, and gently drove his 7-inch cock into his ass. Father Mel's only reaction was a sigh of ecstasy. Jakob fucked him shallow and deep, but slowly, for what seemed like hours. But it was the fuck of fucks for Father Mel's virgin ass. He moaned aloud as Jakob's hot cock drove deep into his hot asshole and massaged his now sensitive prostate into a state of excruciating pleasure. The moment of truth neared. Jakob's cock was delirious with passion. He felt it in his balls and his asshole as he drove deeper and deeper into Father Mel's hot and accepting ass. Father Mel sensed a denouement and moved his hips to meet Jakob's hard thrusts into his asshole. Then he exploded. Jakob's hot juices spilled into Father Mel's hole and seeped out and ran down the cheeks of his hot ass onto the sheets. With that, Jakob turned and reversed his position, kneeling over Father Mel's face, driving the last of his hot spurts into Father Mel's mouth. Simultaneously, he took Father Mel's agonizingly sensitive cock into his mouth and sucked hard and deep. It was all that Father Mel could take. With Jakob's cock in his mouth and Jakob's mouth on his cock, the ecstatic moment had come. He screamed, "Oh my God! Oh My God! Oh.....My......God. Here it comes. Take me Jakob. Take me. T....A........K........E Meee!" A profusion of cum shot deep into Jakob's mouth, an unexpected profusion. He gagged momentarily but recovered quickly to take Father Mel's 6-inch cock deep into his throat. They lay this way for a long time, Jakob sucking Father Mel's cock until it was dry of the juices of his passion; Father Mel, sucking, licking, kissing the source of his love, Jakob's 7-inch cock.
Life really began anew for Jakob now. Jakob and Father Mel's lives became as one, each caring for the other in innumerable ways. In the early days, it was Father Mel who cared for Jakob and saw to it that he succeeded in life. Eventually, Jakob mastered English, received an Associate of Arts Degree in Science, and landed a responsible position with a large medical industry in the New York area. In later years, it was Jakob who cared for Father Mel. As he aged, Jakob became his eyes and ears. Upon retirement, Father Mel settled into Carter Court where he had the freedom to move and be himself as well as to minister to the residents. He was able to continue saying Mass at a nearby Catholic Church. But most of all, he had Jakob. They spent all of their free time together, loving and sharing.
Life for Jakob was a series of changes. He mused philosophically once: "Life is a series of beginnings." Certainly, for Jakob, this was true. And after Father Mel's passing, Jakob's life took new forms. For a while, that meant promiscuous sex. He found the baths and one bath, in particular. It was the Penn Post to which he'd repair on weekends, generally Friday night, and spend the weekend. The Penn Post had the unique advantage of renting a room for a weekend and spending some or all of your time in the bath. And whatever your proclivities, sexually, you could find it there. So if you were a sadist and wanted a masochist, that could be found. If you liked anal sex, that could be had. If you just liked to suck cock, that was available in abundance. In other words, anything one wanted, sexually, could be had. But what became important for Jakob in this period was his transformation to the active role in sex. Passivity ruled in that period before Father Mel. Passivity was his pass to survival. Now, with personal security at hand, the active role in sex took dominance. Thus it was not the quality of sex that mattered but the quantity. So he began to measure the success of his weekends at the Penn Post, not by the quality of the people he met but by how many he could get on any given weekend. Certainly, there was excitement attached to this kind of living. But at the end of the day or the end of the week, there was always a void. Something was lacking. The peace that resulted from that relationship with Grandpa and Grandma in Poland was missing; the calm and love that existed in his relationship with Father Mel went begging.
After Father Mel's death, Jakob continued a relationship with Carter Court. He volunteered his time for helping at events and became active in promoting social activities for the occupants. It was here that he met Bill and Marie. Bill worked as a CPA for a large corporation and was bisexual. Marie was aware of his bisexuality and encouraged him to explore that side of his personality. In this context, Bill invited Jakob to meet his wife. Marie and Jakob became friends instantaneously and the bond between the three was sealed. After that, Jakob became part of the family, so to speak. For Bill and Jakob, this was the perfect relationship. They could continue their loving and still maintain the semblance of propriety. Jakob could not help but see the similarity of his relationship with Grandpa and Grandma in Poland. And this new relationship thrived. They did everything together; they traveled together; they ate together; they attended family reunions together; they loved together. Often, Jakob would visit their apartment and, invariably, find them in different states of dress. Marie would spend the day in her nighty, the outline of her pubic hair shining through when she walked. More often, when she sat across from Jakob, the pubic hairs of her cunt would stare tantalizingly at Jakob from beneath. In the early days of their meeting, Bill would appear from another room, naked, his cock dangling and seductive while Marie sat nonplussed over his nudity. Jakob delighted in these moments and, as a result, he became less cautious and more open.
One day, while Bill was out, Marie asked Jakob, "What do you know about medicine? I have this itch in my groin and I'm not sure what it is or what's causing it."
"Want me to take a look?" he offered.
Without hesitation, she stood, removed her nighty and walked toward him, naked. She pointed to a red area to the left of her vagina and said, "That's it. And it always itches."
Jakob's hand moved toward the rash, touching around it, examining it closely. "It looks like some medicated talc might help. It doesn't look serious to me." He fondled the base of her vagina gently and inserted his finger deep into her wet cunt, saying, "This is the taste test." He licked his finger and added, "It tastes like it's alright to me."
Since her cunt was directly in front of him, he grabbed her buttocks and pressed her cunt into his tongue and tasted the sweetness of her excitement.
"Why don't we go into the bedroom where we'll be more comfortable?" she suggested.
He stripped naked and moved toward her as she lay with her legs in a V. Before he could move to her cunt with his head, she motioned for him to kneel over her face and fuck her mouth. As she did so, her fingers penetrated his asshole. Jakob's cock ached with passion, and, fearing a premature ejaculation, he withdrew and resumed sucking her cunt in a 69 position. She moaned loudly, expressing her fondness of being sucked. His finger found her asshole, as well. It became obvious that he had found the magic spots.
She interrupted his ecstasy with this remark: "If Bill comes in, just keep on doing whatever we're doing. He'll join in."
He mumbled his agreement as he continued fucking her hot and moist cunt with his tongue.
Jakob heard the key in the door and assumed it was Bill. Marie called, "We're in the bedroom, Bill."
Bill entered and expressed his joy at the view. "Oh how beautiful you two look."
He stripped quickly and moved to the bed, his hard 8-inch cock bouncing before him. Jakob continued to penetrate Marie's cunt with his tongue as Bill knelt above Marie and inserted his throbbing cock into her mouth. He fucked her mouth vigorously an action she always enjoyed. Jakob, meanwhile, lying on his side, moved beneath her upturned legs and inserted his hard cock into her hot, moist cunt. The combined effect of sucking Bill's cock and being fucked by Jakob was overwhelming. Marie's orgasms began in a low cadence and increased in intensity as Jakob's hard, wet cock drove deep into her cunt, and, because of the angle, massaged her clitoris into excruciating delight. She came in torrents, over and over, a seeming endless flow of hot juices flowing out and down Jakob's hot cock onto the sheets. As she lay, spent and happy, Bill and Jakob lay beside her in a 69 and sucked each other deeply. Bill came first, inspired by the wetness and the taste of the juices of Marie's cunt on Jakob's cock. Jakob felt the intensity of his passion as the cum hit the back of his throat in wave after wave of delight. With that, Jakob flipped Bill on his back and drove his agonizingly hot cock deep into his throat and shot. The cum filled Bill's mouth. Swallowing some, he rose up, grasped Jakob's head and kissed him deeply, sharing the fruit of Jakob's passion with him. The glow of their loving was still intense as each moved to either side of Marie and embraced her and slept.
There were other favorite positions for the three. As Bill made love to Marie, Jakob would lie next to them and admire their lovemaking as he toyed with his hard cock. Bill, too, would sit in his favorite chair near the bed and watch as Jakob and Marie fucked and sucked. Marie, too, found this to be a delight. She would sit with her back on the bed board, her legs spread wide, massaging her clitoris as she watched Bill and Jakob bring each other to satisfying orgasms. Both Bill and Jakob, while in their voyeuristic mode, often enjoyed coming on Marie's cunt when orgasm was imminent and then sucking her dry. Often, this was a heightened moment for Marie to orgasm again and again as their mouths licked her every crevice.
For Jakob, Bill and Marie, their life together spelled harmony. It was that rare combination of personalities that had merged into a serendipitous oneness. They cherished each moment that they spent together and looked forward to each day and what it might bring.
Jakob, too, was the first to realize that he had come a long way since his youth and internment at Sobidor. Life had been good to him and as he reflected on all these past events, he saw that life meant new beginnings. The dreams of terror had diminished notably. The vision of the future looked bright as his recovery from his hip surgery continued to improve. At the moment, life couldn't be better for Jakob.