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Evan: Chapter Seven
The rest of the car ride to Jake's was just like any other we had ever taken. We talked about our day, which teachers were busting our asses, and we laughed like we always did, getting each other's jokes even if no one else would.
When we arrived at his house I felt relaxed. The tension that had built from our brief encounter with Tyler had gone and I hadn't said anything stupid or that sounded dirty so the air was clear between us.
As we got out of the car I grabbed my back pack and waited for Jake to get his before heading inside. When he opened the door he called out to see if his brother was at home because it was his day off but there was no answer. It wasn't until we went into the kitchen to grab a couple of bottles of cold water before going down to the basement that we saw the note Jake's brother, Marcus, had left attached to the fridge saying he was going out with my brother, Ryan. Immediately my thoughts went to what I'd heard Ryan say on the phone to Paige and if he had really meant what it sounded like in that Ryan and Marcus had sex. It wasn't something I was going to tell Jake about, not yet at least, but the possibility that it wasn't a one off did cross my mind even though I'd never seen any indication that either was anything but straight.
With the house to ourselves until either Marcus or Jake's parents got home we knew we didn't have to be quiet. Sometimes Jake got quite vocal when he was wrestling with me, calling me a fucker and daring me to try to take him down. It was all part of the training and him trying to get me to go at him as hard as possible, wanting to get my adrenaline pumping so it was a tougher fight for him. Jake's mom didn't like the language though so our practice sessions were never quite as heated when she was home. Today it was going to be rough.
I started down the stairs to the basement where the wrestling mats and a little gym had been set up by Jake's dad so he would always have somewhere to practice. Usually I went down to change into the wrestling gear Jake had bought me for such sessions and Jake went upstairs to his room to change. This time, however, Jake was right behind me all the way and I wondered what he was doing.
It wasn't until we got to the bottom of the stairs that I saw that his wrestling gear was laid out on a small table beside an old sofa that was used either to get away from the lounge upstairs or for spectators watching the wrestling. Jake went over to the table and dropped his things beside it. Without another word he stripped off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. I froze with my hand inside my bag, clutching my singlet.
Jake was looking down at his red, white and blue singlet his parent's had bought him for his 18th birthday six weeks before. It had been specially designed and it fit him like a second skin. He looked amazing in it. Every muscle in his body was hugged by the fabric and I always thought it made him look sexier than ever, but I was wrong.
While he wasn't paying attention to me I couldn't take my eyes off him. I had seen him topless many times before, he wasn't exactly shy when it came to his body and we often swam together so he wore nothing but shorts, but this time things seemed different. His body looked bigger, his muscles more defined. His pecs seemed rounder, framed better against his broad shoulders and for the first time I could remember there was hair on them. It wasn't thick but the near black colour of all his body hair made it stand out against his lightly tanned skin. A tiny trail led from between his pecs, down into the deep crevice of his abs, which had never looked harder, each one bulging against the smooth skin on his stomach, with shadows falling into the ridges between each one. And then the trail continued, snaking its way around his belly button until it disappeared under the waistband of his boxers. God he made me so hard.
I quickly turned away and focused on pulling my gear out of my bag because my dick was already throbbing in my pants and I was willing it to go down. I heard Jake's pants hit the floor followed by the rustle of him stepping out of them and I wanted to turn around to get a look at his big thighs, but I was still too hard and I was worried I wouldn't be able to stop staring at him, making things all weird again.
"Come on, slowpoke. Get your ass undressed and in your gear. I don't have all day to whoop your sorry ass," Jake said, his smile clear in his words.
I chuckled and pulled my shirt over my head. When I had it off and went to toss it aside I turned my head toward Jake for just a moment and my jaw dropped. He was naked. Holy shit! His big, thick thighs looked huge as they rose up toward the amazing cuts at his waist, which themselves made the perfect swirling shapes that came together at his thick, dangling cock, which swung slightly as he reached over for his boxer briefs. Fuck, how I wanted to walk over there, drop to my knees, run my hands up both of those thighs and take his gorgeous dick in my mouth, licking and sucking it until it was throbbing between my lips.
I turned my head quickly away. I'm not sure but I think there might have been a bit of dribble on my chin, which I quickly tried to wipe off before he noticed. Not wanting to be caught out staring at him and taking forever to get changed, I stripped out of my pants and quickly pulled my singlet up over my own boxer briefs, though I kind of wished they were a little tighter to hold my cock in place since it was still semi-hard and I had to try to reposition it so it wouldn't look obscene.
I had just got my straps up into place when I felt a stinging slap on my ass and heard Jake giggling.
"You fucker!" I screamed, rubbing my ass.
Jake was laughing his ass off with the biggest grin on his face. He hopped from one foot to the other, moving side to side and motioning with his hands for me to bring it on.
"Come on, Ev," Jake grinned. "Are you gonna wrestle me or are you just gonna stand there getting slapped like a bitch?"
It was on now. I stepped up onto the mats and got into position ready for lock up. When it was just me and Jake we never bothered with headgear since it was never meant to get too rough and we didn't usually time rounds either unless it was really close to a competition. Jake got into position too and we started to circle each other, though he was still laughing, which only made me want to tackle his ass to the ground.
We locked up and straight away he weaved his way around my back and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground and slamming me to the mat so I landed on my hands and knees. Immediately he was on my back, trying to flip me over. His whole body was covering mine and I felt his chest pressed against my back and his breath against my neck.
Instead of letting him flip me I managed to grab one of his arms and slid underneath him, pulling the arm with me until I had it up behind his back. I thought I had him then but he quickly did a sort of forward roll without actually going the whole way, sending me sailing over his head, landing with a thud on my back.
Jumping straight to my feet I charged at him but he was back on his feet. I didn't know what he was going to do and I thought I'd go for his legs when I got close but he surprised me by stepping in and before I could stop my momentum he had his arms around my waist and popped his hips, throwing me backward over his head in what was more like an overhead suplex you would see in the WWE rather than in amateur competition.
This time I climbed to my feet, a little slower than before after the impact. Jake had a dirty grin on his face and I knew it had become more than just any regular old practice. He was using moves on me he never normally did and the playful edge to his expression told me I needed to adapt and play him at his own game.
We got back into lock-up position and as soon as his arm touched mine I grabbed him and hit an arm drag, sending him crashing to the mat. He was up almost as soon as he hit so I did it again and a third time when he came back at me.
"Fucking cheat," Jake laughed.
"You started it with the suplex, bitch."
The grin on Jake's face grew bigger than before and he nodded. "Okay, let's play it like that."
We circled each other again and he feigned locking up with me so I made my move and he dropped to the ground, hitting me with a drop toe hold, which equates to little more than a trip. I hit the mat hard, face down, and Jake was on my back before I had time to regain my bearings. He put his arm under mine, pulling it back so it was trapped under his armpit and then he wrapped both arms around my head in some kind of submission move he must have seen on TV.
I wriggled and squirmed, trying to get out from his grip but he just started pulling harder and it actually started to hurt. I was desperate to get out so I rolled slightly onto my side, taking my weight on my shoulder and as I moved it freed up my legs so I wrapped them around his waist and clamped down, squeezing as hard as I could, drawing the breath out of him. He gasped and quickly let me go.
We both got up and again turned to face each other. Sweat was dripping down both of our faces and made his chest glisten in the low light of the basement. We stepped in closer to each other again and seeing that his guard was down I slapped him playfully in the face.
Jake's eyes went wide in mock disgust and he made a really loud grunt that was almost a growl. I quickly got ready, expecting him to charge at me, when he roared and pulled the straps down on his singlet so they fell around his waist. It was like some professional wrestling move designed to whip the audience up into a frenzy before an assault began. I was a little nervous in case Jake really did get rough with me, but I also felt my dick fatten in my singlet because his body just looked so fucking incredible, covered in sweat, his abs tightening and his pecs seemingly expanding with every breath he took.
I was really conscious that Jake would be able to see my hard cock through the tight singlet so I too pulled the straps down on my singlet and settled the top half around my waist so it would cover my expanding dick.
I got back in to lock-up stance but Jake was just staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You're fucking built, Ev," Jake said, sounding like a proud father. "Your muscles are almost as big as mine now."
"You really think so?"
"Yeah. You look good," Jake said and I felt my cock pulsing. "I'm still gonna pin your ass though."
"In your dreams," I smiled and charged at him.
Quicker than I could register, Jake sidestepped me, bent down, spun around and grabbed my leg, pulling it up until he was holding it at waist height so I had to hop on my other leg. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment and then that incredible grin broke out again and he swiftly kicked his leg out, tripping me so I fell backwards, landing right on my back.
I was staring up at the ceiling of the basement and at Jake as he stood over me. I saw him as he started to drop to his knees so I rolled over onto my stomach and pushed myself up to my hands and knees just in time for Jake to land on my back.
A huge shiver ran through my body at the contact of his bare skin on mine. His hard, firm, sweaty chest was pressed against my back, the slight dusting of hair tickling my skin, making all my own hairs stand on end. It took everything I had not to moan.
Again Jake covered my whole body with his bigger one. His thighs were pressed on either side of mine, his big arms slid down mine so they were side by side and then he grabbed my wrists and wrapped his legs around mine so I had nowhere to go. He had me at his mercy now.
I tried struggling, tried throwing him off me, but it was no use. I started wiggling my hips, trying to force his legs further apart but all it seemed to do was rub my ass against his crotch and I was sure I could feel his cock against me. He let out a little moan in my ear and then I felt his warm breath on my neck again. My dick was jerking and pulsing in my singlet, harder than I could ever remember it.
Jake then started struggling against me. I felt him tugging on my arms, trying to take them out from under me so I would fall to the mats. I held my ground, refusing to give in to him. He increased his effort but all it did was rub his body harder against mine. His chest hair was damp from the sweat that was now dripping from his back onto mine and the slight friction of the hair against my smooth skin was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. My dick jumped and I actually felt precum shoot from the slit.
My whole body shivered and involuntarily I pushed my ass up and back as my back arched. Jake moaned again and I felt something hard against my ass. It couldn't be. And then I felt it again. Jake thrust against my ass. It was definitely his cock. He was hard.
I closed my eyes and instinctively started moving my hips, thrusting back against him. We both moaned but we didn't stop. I could feel Jake's throbbing cock rubbing against my ass. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I could cum at any moment. I wanted him to just rip a hole in my singlet and shove his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me so good.
My dick began to tingle and my balls pulled up against my body. Oh fuck, was I going to cum like this, without touching myself?
My arms went weak and I collapsed to the mat, taking Jake with me because he still held on to my wrists. His face came down beside mine so our cheeks touched and I could hear his panting breath right next to me.
For a moment neither of us moved. The room was silent except for our breaths. Slowly we both turned our heads so we were looking at each other. Our noses were almost touching, our eyes just inches apart. Jake was staring straight into mine. I could feel his breath against my lips.
Kiss me, Jake. Kiss me.
His eyes never left mine. His gaze was so intense. And still he was hard with his dick resting right in the crack of my ass.
He moved his face just a little closer and the tips of our noses touched. Suddenly his eyes went wide and he jumped up.
Before I could say anything he was running up the steps from the basement into the main house two and three at a time and he was gone.
I lay on the floor for a minute or two, not knowing what to do or what to think after what had happened. Part of me hoped Jake would come back down so we could talk about what happened, but he never did.
Slowly I got up and pulled my clothes back on. When I was fully dressed I grabbed my bag and climbed the stairs. I looked around to see if there was any sign of Jake but I didn't see him. I walked through to the staircase and was tempted to go up to Jake's room to talk to him but I had no idea what I would say, so instead I turned and headed out the door, passing by Jake's car, which was still in the drive, and went home.
No one was at home when I got there so I went straight up to my room and collapsed back onto my bed, thinking about everything that had happened. It was only when I closed my eyes and lay my head back against the mattress that I realized I was still hard and my dick throbbed in my pants. I quickly threw them off, along with the rest of my clothes and lay back down on the bed naked. My dick was rock hard and the tip was shiny with precum. It constantly jerked and jumped in time with my heart beat and more and more precum was leaking from it. I had never seen it so pumped up and I thought if I even touched it just for a second it would explode.
I closed my eyes again and instantly my mind went back to that basement. Without thinking I flipped over and got up onto my hands and knees like I had been on the mats. I felt like I could still feel Jake's hard, sweaty, hairy chest against my back. A slight breeze blew through the open window so it was like his breath on my neck again. And even though there was nothing there, with my eyes closed, I imagined Jake's hard cock was still lying against my ass, only this time we were both naked with nothing between us.
I felt my asshole pulse at the thought of Jake's bare dick against it and my own dick pulsed once more. I looked down at the now angry looking head and saw a drop of precum fall from the tip onto my sheets. I had never been so turned on.
I moaned and bit my lip, holding steady on my hands and knees. Slowly, I started rocking back and forth, imagining that Jake was still behind me, still held his dick against me. It would be sliding up and down my crack, leaking its own trail of precum that would start to lube my entrance, making it easier for his cock when it finally penetrated me.
The volume of my moans increased and I thrust my ass back harder. There might have been nothing there but it felt like there was because I was lost in my thoughts. I felt like the tip of Jake's cock was pressed against my hole, which was twitching, wanting him to enter.
My back arched and I threw my head up, feeling a wave of pleasure surge through me as I thought about Jake's cock piercing my body, thrusting deep into me, impaling me. My panting breath caught in my throat, my whole body shivered and my dick jumped one final time as it exploded, firing shot after shot across my bed. I had never cum so hard in my life, the blasts from my dick flying up to coat my pillows. The cum didn't seem to stop. I must have sent eight long shots onto my sheets before it slowed to a dribble and then stopped as I collapsed to the bed, exhausted.
Before I could think about anything, about the fact that I was lying naked on my bed in pools of my own cum, I passed out with my whole body tingling from the most intense orgasm of my life. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if I had felt Jake's breath against my neck and his arms around me after he had fucked me for real.
I don't know how long I was out for. It could have been minutes or hours. The sun was still coming through the window so I knew it hadn't been too long, but I also felt something else, a presence, someone was in the room with me, I think that's what woke me.
"Fuck bro," Ryan said. I turned my head to see him standing next to my bed looking down at me. "Have you seen the state of your fucking sheets? Did you have someone in here? There's no way this all came from one person."
"It was just me," I said groggily.
"Holy shit," Ryan laughed. "What the fuck were you thinking about to shoot that much?"
I just stared at Ryan for a moment until a huge grin came over his face and he chuckled.
"Ah, so wrestling practice got too much for you, did it?"
I turned my head away from him. "You could say that."
"What happened?" Ryan asked, moving to sit down on my bed and then thinking better of it when he saw the sheets.
"We just... wrestled," I replied.
"Really? Then what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, before when I've been home and you go to Jake's for wrestling practice you can stay there for hours, sometimes you even eat there. But here you are today, it's barely five o'clock, and you're naked and covered in cum. Something happened."
"It's nothing," I said, only now aware that I was naked, but since Ryan's eyes were focused on mine there didn't seem a need to cover up.
"You always say that when it's something," Ryan smiled. "You can tell me, you know."
I didn't know if I wanted to tell him or not but I was afraid it would eat me up inside if I didn't get it out.
"If I tell you, you had better not say a word to anyone," I said.
"I wouldn't do that, bro. If you swear me to secrecy then it stays between us. That's what brothers do."
I smiled, "Okay, yeah, something happened."
"What?"
"It started off as normal but then amateur wrestling moves went out of the window pretty quickly and we almost went pro."
"You boys were doing a bit of WWE? Did you strip down to your underwear to do it?" Ryan grinned. When I didn't answer right away he looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. "Fuck, you did!"
"Not to our underwear. We just pulled the straps down."
"But it was skin on skin?"
"Yeah, and it felt good."
"Shit! You got hard, didn't you?"
"Yes," I blushed. "I didn't mean to but it just happened."
"And did Jake feel it?"
"No. I don't know if he even knew."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Well, he got up on my back and tried to take me down, but... well..."
"But, well, what?" Ryan asked.
"He was hard too."
"You're kidding me?"
"No," I said, "and it was pressed right against my ass."
"Fuck... Did he, you know..."
"Rub it against me?"
"Yeah."
"Yes."
"Shit, you must have been in fucking heaven," Ryan laughed.
I shook my head but couldn't stop a laugh escaping. "I was. But then he freaked out and ran off upstairs. That was the last I saw of him."
"Did you try to talk to him afterwards?" Ryan asked.
"No," I said. "I didn't want to force him in to talking when he might not have been ready. I know Jake. He shuts off when he doesn't want to talk. And this isn't just some little thing that's weighing on him or has upset him. It's big."
"I bet it was," Ryan smiled, "and it was pressed right against your ass."
"That's not what I meant and you fucking know it," I said, moving to punch him on the arm.
He jumped away to avoid my touch and said, "Don't you fucking dare. Those hands are covered in cum. Speaking of which, Mom is gonna be home in about half an hour, you'd better get this mess cleared up and some fresh sheets on your bed or she's gonna have more questions than I have."
I nodded but then turned to look him in the eye again. "What do I do?"
"About Jake?" Ryan asked.
"Yes. Should I call him? Text him?"
"No. I think your first instinct was right. Whatever is going on inside his head, he probably needs time to process it. I'm not gonna lie, Ev, I've never had the impression that Jake is gay, and I don't think he's ever considered it himself, so this could be really fucking with his head. It could just be that it was a reaction to what you were doing and it would have happened with anyone. I know that won't help you or make you feel any better, but it might be true."
"I know."
"I just want you to prepare yourself for what he might say. I don't think it's going to be what you want to hear."
"Me neither," I said, my voice dropping.
"But listen to me, bro; don't let that affect your friendship. Don't let feelings or a hard dick get in the way of what you two have. Boyfriends and girlfriends come and go at lot of the time. You have feelings for someone and then you forget them. But your best friend, a friend like you have in Jake and like I have in Marcus, they don't come along every day. We need to hold on to them."
"I know," I said. "I've loved him for over a year and never acted on it because I never wanted to lose my best friend. He's stuck by me through everything when he could have walked away. I'm not letting him go. We'll find a way to work through this, I know we will. But I still kind of wish..."
"I know you do, bro. I wish it would happen too, for both of you, because I don't think Jake will ever find someone who loves him as much as you do. But if he's straight and you're gay, be happy for each other, be there for each other, and when you do find people to love, to marry, to settle down with, you'll have a lover and a best friend, they'll just be different people."
I nodded and stood up. I went to hug him but he put his hand in the middle of my chest to stop me.
"Hug me later," Ryan said, pushing me away. "I need to wash my hand, you need to put some pants on and change those cum-soaked sheets before Mom gets back."
I laughed, "Thanks, Ryan. I appreciate it."
"Any time, kid," he smiled as he walked out of the room.
I quickly threw on a pair of boxers and pulled the sheets from my bed, taking them down to the small laundry room we had just off the kitchen. I put them all in the washer, added the detergent and switched it on. For a moment I just stood watching the drum as it started to spin round and round and then a cold air hit me and I felt the dried cum sticking to my skin, almost pinching me and I knew I had to grab a quick shower before Mom came home. She was planning a special meal for my last night as a seventeen year old so we could eat as a family because tomorrow night they were heading off to my aunt's house, trusting me and Ry not to make too much mess or trouble if they left us alone to have a party. I just hoped we wouldn't disappoint her.
To Be Continued...