I Own the QB: Chapter 3
I've gotten word that some of you think I'm making this story up. I just want to assure my readers that I'm 80 percent sure that 70 percent of what I am remembering probably happened just as I am telling it. Anyway, none of you were there, so let me get back to my story.
You know it had been a crazy weekend when you woke up Sunday morning naked and cuddling the guy whose life you wanted to ruin Friday night. I would have loved to stay in that nice warm bed all morning, but when you live on a farm the animals without opposable thumbs determine the wakeup time. I crawled out of bed and looked outside. Damn, there were snowflakes in the air.
"Where are you going?" Jake asked.
"Maria is feeling better and will be here in 45 minutes for the morning milking. I need to be down at the barn to help her."
Jake started to get up, and I told him to just stay in bed.
"Nope," Jake said, "if you're going to get up, so am I."
"Well, you can work with Maria in the barn where it's warm. I doubt you brought overalls and boots. That cold front came in last night and it's snowing."
When we got down to the barn Maria was already there and had the coffee pot going. Maria was from Mexico and had grown up working with goats. She'd worked on our farm for 15 years and was like my third granny. I introduced Jake to her, and she looked at him funny. She'd heard of Jake and my run-in earlier in the week. "It's alright, Maria," I said, "Jake and I have worked things out."
Maria was a short woman, but she smiled reaching as high as she could grabbed Jake's arms, and said, "Good boys."
The milking went very quickly with three people. The thing about both sheep and goats is that they love the cold. It would be hard to find a domesticated animal that was better equipped for the winter than a sheep. On the other hand, I did not love the cold. However, there were things to do, the first was to make sure that the water tanks weren't frozen so the animals could get water. Then I needed to make sure there was plenty of hay and grain to supplement the grazing provided by the pasture. Then I had to check the mineral blocks. When the first unit of sheep was done milking, I moved them and their llama into their paddock and then went to help separate the sheep and goats for the next milking.
Maria was very efficient and good with handling the animals and we were done much quicker than it had taken me the night before. While Maria cleaned the milking barn, I went to feed the chickens and gather the eggs, then tend to two steers in the feeder pen.
When I got back to the barn, Maria and Jake were drinking coffee, having a conversation in Spanish, and laughing. As you know, Jake wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but when it came to picking up a language, he was a natural. Jake had worked summers and some weekends at his father's brick and paving company since the summer before our Freshman year. A lot of bricklayers and cement workers were Mexican and Jake had quickly picked up the spoken language. Unfortunately, when it came to reading and writing Spanish, Jake was still Jake.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"I was just telling Maria about some of the tricks the crew have played on me."
"My cousin works for Jake's father," Maria said. "I can't remember what he said they call you."
"El burro del jefe," Jake laughed.
"Oh yes, the boss's donkey," Maria said and then laughed.
I also laughed, and Jake looked at me and said, "If you tell anyone at school that's what they call me, I will beat the shit out of you. Do you understand?"
I smiled and said, "hee-haw." Jake and Maria both laughed.
After Maria left, Jake and I, stripped down for a shower and a blowjob. One of the features of Jake and my relationship is that no matter how happy, sad, tired, or pissed off we are, we always are ready to suck each other's cocks. It's been that way since the beginning.
Jake was getting better every time he went down for me, apparently languages weren't the only thing he picked up naturally. The ceiling in the shower was low and there was an exposed steel I-beam, I reached up and grabbed hold of the beam as Jake worked on my cock. For a brief moment, the thought of tying Jake to that beam entered my head, which triggered me to blow my load down his throat.
When it was my turn to work on Jake's cock he was ready to go. His cock was in need of some serious attention, and I gave him my best. I however was surprised when he told me to put a finger inside him. I did and it wasn't long before he had his hands on my head and was skull fucking me. Yeah, that beam was going to be a part of our showers sometime in the future.
Something else I would learn about Jake is that he had incredibly intense orgasms, well everyone's orgasms are intense, but Jake came so hard he almost lost consciousness. It was sometimes scary, and later when Jake and I were in college, we went to see a doctor for some tests to find out if there was something wrong. At the follow-up meeting doctor just laughed and said, "No, there is nothing wrong with Jake, but don't go don't take him to Vegas because he's used up all his luck for a lifetime."
When I started massaging Jake's prostate it wasn't long before I was almost drowned with cum. The guy's balls were working overtime to replenish everything I drained from him, and there was always a fresh and plentiful supply of cum from the tap. When he finished, he kind of slumped to the floor and I sat down next to him, and asked "Are you okay?"
"I can't believe what you've done to me," Jake said.
"Are you upset?"
"Not exactly, but I do feel like you're in control of my life."
"Look Jake, I'm sorry about using what I found to blackmail you. I will destroy all of it, and then we can go back to the way things were."
"Destroying the evidence won't change anything, you can't unknown what you know about me, and I can't unknown what I know about myself. What scares me now is that you will just suddenly say `That that's it. I've got my revenge, now go live your pathetic life Jake Norris.' Then what do I do?"
The water was beginning to get cold, so I said, "Jake, let's finish our shower up at the house, okay?" I hoped that would give me time to figure out what to say to Jake.
It was a cold naked dash from the milking barn to the house. So we were positively ready to get under the shower. Once we were warmed, I started washing Jake's back and said, "I've been trying not to think about our situation, but I can't NOT think about it. So, let me tell you what I have come to believe. I don't think what we are feeling is love. I don't know if we will ever love each other. However, I do think that what we are feeling right now is `need.' We need each other. We need each other's support so we can figure out for ourselves who we are. We also need each other for sex."
Jake turned around and smiled. He certainly understood the part about needing each other for sex.
"So what I am proposing," I continued, "is that we don't change who we are with each other at school or on the team, at least right away. We can be civil but we won't be friends, at least not right now. However, when we are alone we can be what ever we want to be, and the other needs us to be."
"Okay,.... but can I call you BJ, all your friends call you that."
I thought about it and figured that all of his jock bros would think BJ was just another gay joke, so I said, "Sure, on the condition that I can call you J.O."
"J.O., what's that mean?"
"It will be short for Jake Off."
Jake smiled, and said, "BJ and J.O., the gay bro hoes."
We spent the rest of the day, just talking, goofing around, and watching the Dallas/Washington football game, you know, being teenage boys. Jake left before my Grannies got home, but they knew something was up when they found Jake's dirty clothes in the milk barn Monday morning. I told Jake that I was eventually going to have to tell them what going on, and to my amazement, he suggested we do it together.
So I asked the Grannies if I could have a friend over for supper on Thursday night. You should have seen the look on their face when I walked in with Jake. However, they were great and let Jake know he was welcome any time. They also understood our plan for staying on the down low at school. The only other people who knew were Maria, Mary, and two other people you will find out in a bit.
There just wasn't any way to hide Jake from Maria. He was around too much, but she didn't care. Her nickname for him was El Toro', The Bull, because whenever he was around and she needed some heavy work done, she'd say, "Deja que el toro lo haga," Let the bull do it.' Jake liked working with Maria, if for no other reason than it gave him a chance to practice his Spanish, and Maria taught him those words, phrases, and jokes that they never teach anyone in a language class, the ones you can only pick up on a job or in the locker room.
Mary was the only student at Little Arrow High School who figured it out. It was like she and I shared the same brain and the first week after Jake and I hooked up, she cornered me and asked me--no accused-- "What are you and Jake Norris up to?"
"What are you talking about?" I said trying to deflect.
"Come on, you two have always had a strange relationship, but things have been even weirder this week."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Then Mary grinned and said loud enough for several people in the hallway to hear, "Oh shit, you two are having sex!" Fortunately, no one heard who I was having sex with.
I could have strangled Mary, and I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the library. I knew where Mrs. Vance kept the key to the book room and I grabbed it so we could have a private place to talk.
"I knew there was something up when he started calling you BJ," Mary said with excitement. I'd been found out and there was no way I could hide it from her.
"Look Mary, we haven't had sex."
"Bullshit, oral sex is still sex. Weren't you listening when the County Heath Department nurse came out our sixth-grade year for `The STD talk'."
"Okay, okay, but it hasn't gone any further than that."
"Yet," Mary said with all of the innuendo she could put into one syllable.
"Yes, yet, but promise me you won't tell anyone. We really, really need to keep this on the down low."
Mary understood and like a true friend had my back, and by extension Jake's back.
The irony was that Jake's father found out, not from me, but inadvertently from Jake. It was two weeks before Spring Break our Senior year when Andy Norris, who'd essentially been living with his other family came home in the middle of the afternoon to pick up some clothes when he found it. Living alone, Jake had gotten careless with his stash of magazines, and his dad found them. Needless to say, XY' and Men' were not the type of magazines he expected Jake to be looking at.
That evening when Jake got home he was surprised to find his father at home, but even more surprised when Andy Norris caught him with a right hook out of nowhere. In a fair fight, Jake would have stood a chance, but this wasn't a fight, it was a beating. It was about nine that evening when I heard a banging on the kitchen door. When I opened it, there was Jake all bloody and in tears.
Granny Frida wanted to call the sheriff, and Granny Judy wanted to get her shotgun. However, Jake was able to talk them out of both plans of action. We cleaned Jake up, and fortunately, he wasn't hurt so badly he needed medical treatment. After the first two punches, he'd managed to cover his head and curl into a ball. His back and legs were badly bruised from being hit and kicked but generally he okay, thanks in large part to his large muscles taking most of the beat rather than bones and organs. We treated the developing bruises with ice packs and gave Jake ibuprofen for the pain.
That night Jake slept with me, and he had a bad night. In addition to the pain, he woke up several times from a bad dream. The next morning Granny Frida called me in sick to school. Then when the chores were done, she and Granny Judy went in to see Mr. Rogers, the school principal and one of people who had to be told Jake was gay. It was agreed that Jake would not return to school until after Spring Break, his teachers would be told he had mononucleosis, and although the "kissing disease' was embarrassing, there had been several cases at school already, all associated with the water fountain in the gym, so it was a plausible explanation.
Mr. Rogers also said that since Jake was 18, he didn't have to report the abuse, and that was up to Jake. Fortunately, the basketball season had ended the Friday before when the team failed to advance beyond the first game of the State Tournament.
That evening, Jake's grandfather came over. He didn't know what to think when he asked Jake, "Are you a homosexual?" And Jake said, "Yes, grandpa. I am."
We were all sitting at the dining room table, and Thaddeus Norris sat back in his chair, drummed his fingers on the table, and then said, "My preacher tells me that the Bible says homosexuality is a sin."
I saw Jake's head drop, and then Thaddeus said, "The Bible also tells me eating pork and shrimp is a sin. So, Jake, I guess we are going to hell together. I can also tell you that my son, your father, will be right there with us. Not only has he been living in sin for years, but anyone that can do what he did to my grandson ain't got something right about him." Then Thaddeus looked at me, and said, "You and my grandson seem to be getting along pretty good lately. Ain't that right?"
I wasn't sure what to say, then Thaddeus laughed and said, "My house is on a hill, and from the second floor, I can see a long way with my binoculars. Several times, I've seen Jake's truck parked over here." Jake and I both blushed.
Jake finally said, "Grandpa Thad, I can't help who I am."
"I know boy, and I can't help loving you." As much as he was hurting, Jake jumped from his chair and hugged his grandfather.
We were all in tears. Finally, Thaddeus said, "Miss Frida, Miss Judy, I want Jake to come live with me, but I have to go spend some time with my brother. He is having bypass surgery and will need someone around for several weeks until his grandson's tour of duty in the army is up, and he can take over. Would it be possible for Jake to stay here until I get back?"
"Yes, absolutely, Jake is part of the family," Granny Frida said.
Jake started to cry, but this time they were tears of relief and happiness.
"Well, I think it's time for some pie and ice cream, along with some coffee," Granny Judy said.
When they'd gotten the call that Thaddeus wanted to come over, Granny Judy whipped up one of her award-winning pecan pies just in case there was a reason to celebrate. It was still warm and gently melted the ice cream when it was served."
After Thaddeus said goodbye, Granny Frida said, "We need to talk. Bryan, I'm going to excuse you from school for the next two days. Jake is a big boy, and neither Judy nor I are really in a position to help him get around if he needs help."
I nodded.
"Also Jake, if you are able, you need to go get all of your things from the house tomorrow. Who knows what Andy might do with them."
Jake and I knew she was right about that. Andy Norris was unpredictable.
After we finished our meeting, Jake wanted to take a shower. Seven years earlier there was a remodel of the old farmhouse. So, while the outside still looked like it was out of Grant Wood's American Gothic' the interior was a modern house hiding behind traditional woodwork and furnishing. In the remodel, my Grannies moved their bedroom to the main floor, which gave me the run of the upstairs. They also gave me a man's bathroom,' as Granny Judy once called it. The bathtub was removed and replaced with a large walk-in shower, the 1950s mint green tiles were replaced with black slate tile, and the fixtures were all updated.
Jake had showered with me a couple of times and he had commented on how grown up it was. His bathroom was still powder blue and had Cowboy and Indian wallpaper. I'm sure it was very nice when he was seven.
I helped Jake remove his clothes and had to fight the impulse to cringe. It's weird how bruises always look worse a day or two after you get them. The bruises were large and just beginning to look like smashed blueberries. I turned the shower to a comfortable warm setting, but not hot. The standard wisdom was no heat for the first 48 hours.
As Jake let the water run over him, we talked. At one point Jake asked, "Do you think he will tell people, you know, about me."
"I don't think so," I said. "I doubt he wants to advertise that he has a gay son, plus he is probably just now realizing that you could file charges." The previous evening I had used my Polaroid to document Jake's injuries just in case we need evidence of what his father did.
"I guess I should tell Mom where I am," Jake said, "but I wonder if she will care. I know Grandma needs her, but I needed her too and she wasn't there." I knew Jake was getting emotional, so I said, "I'll ask Granny Frida to contact your mother tomorrow and tell her what happened. Then you can talk to her without having to retell everything. Does the work?"
"Yeah, will Granny Frida tell Mom I'm gay?"
"She will tell your Mom what you want her to tell your Mom. That's up to you. Think about it, and we can discuss it during breakfast."
Jake nodded.
After Jake had showered, I helped him dry off. As I was doing that, I said, "Well your face may be a bit bruised be at least your cock and balls were spared any serious damage."
"Yeah, they may be the only part of me that doesn't ache, at least from the beating."
"Oh is that your way of saying they need some attention?"
"They do need some attention, but not tonight. Tonight, I just need to know you are near me."
"I understand."
When we got into bed, Jake lay up against me. We didn't talk, our warmth and proximity were saying all that needed to be said.
The next morning, Jake had a hard time getting out of bed. His body was sore and stiff. So I said, "Granny Frida and Granny Judy are out doing chores. So, I am going to make breakfast. I'll come get you when it's ready.
During the school year, I usually just had a bowl of cereal, a couple of microwave sausage patties, an orange, and a cup or two of coffee. However, today I was going to make my favorite, biscuits and sausage gravy.
When Jake came down and saw what was breakfast he smiled and gave me a hug. I said, "I'm not going to hug you back because I don't want to hurt you, but just so you know I really want to."
"You know what I really want to do?"
"Work on the assignments you missed yesterday?"
"No," Jake said, "Guess again."
"Help me with the homework I missed yesterday?"
Jake laughed and said, "Only if you want to get the first `F' in your life."
"Hey, I've gotten an `F' before."
"In what?"
"In the seventh grade I failed a semester of P.E. The teachers were complaining that the boys were stinking after P.E. So, Mr. Foster decided it was time we started taking showers. Well, my body hadn't hit its growth spurt, but my cock sure had. I looked like a circus freak. I wasn't getting naked in front of a bunch of 12 and 13 year olds."
"Oh, it must be so tough having the biggest cock in the school."
I just turned to Jake and said, "BAAAA."
"Okay I get it, I was an ass..."
"Was an ass?" I interrupted, "You're still an ass."
"True," Jake said, "but I'm your ass now."
I smiled and said, "I guess there's that."
"So, when are we going to...you know?" Jake asked, hesitantly.
"I know what?"
"You know...go all the way."
"I'm hurt," I said and made a sad face, "Are you saying my blowjobs aren't enough for you?"
"You know I wasn't saying that. If they wee all I got for the rest of my life, I would be fine, but..."
I laughed and said,"Liar, but I know. I've been thinking about that too, and with you here, it's hard to think about anything else. But you know we have to let you heal up before we try anything."
"I'm a football player, I can...."
The conversation ended when the back door opened. "I smell biscuits," Granny Frida said. "I sure hope there is gravy to go along with them," Granny Judy said.
"You know there is," I said.
Granny Judy hugged me and said, "You are a man after my own heart."
When we had sat down for breakfast, Granny Frida said, "Jake, your grandfather stopped by and said he was going to be helping his brother for at least three weeks, maybe more. So, you will need to stay with us for Spring Break. However, we need to be in South Padre Island that week. Are you okay going with us, it is our treat?"
"That would be fantastic," Jake said.
I thought so as well, and then the answer to Jake's earlier question suddenly came to me. We were going to go all the way at Padre.
After breakfast, Granny Frida called James's mother to let her know was was going on, she asked to speak to Jake and when he was finished, he walked back into the dining room and said, "Bryan, let's go get my things."
We took his truck and headed to his house. We made sure Jake's father was nowhere around. Then we went inside. We just threw Jake's clothes into trash bags, and his other things into boxes. Then he went to his parents' room a grabbed his mother's jewelry box, a small file box labeled `Jake's Documents,' and a metal box she had hidden in the back of her closet. In the garage, he grabbed his bike, sports equipment, hunting rifle, and tools.
"Is there anything else," I asked.
"Yes, one more thing." Then Jake walked over to the LP gas tank and shut off the propane. Andy Norris made a big mistake not coming to check on his property for two weeks. Because when a late Winter Arctic Express plowed through the Great Plains, the heater wasn't on and the water pipes in the house burst, and then when they thawed much of the house received water damage. Jake exacted his revenge to the tune of several thousand dollars his father had to shell out before he could sell the house to pay for his divorce settlement.
In addition to her jewelry, and the box containing Jake's birth certificate, social security card, immunization record, photos, newspaper clippings, and awards, the metal box held almost ten thousand dollars she'd been squirreling away for Jake's college education.
Jake would later tell me that his mother was suffering from severe depression and she had gone the his grandmother's as much to get away from Jake's father as to help her mother. She had wanted to take Jake with her, but Andy Norris had years before threatened to have her committed to a mental hospital if she ever tried to take Jake with her.
In essence, for better and for worse, Jake became my brother. Although he `officially' lived with his grandfather, Jake spent more time with my Grannies and me than he did anywhere else. He and I spent a Saturday putting a gate in the fence that separated his grandfather's pasture and ours. We jokingly called the gate Checkpoint Charlie, the opening in the Berlin Wall where Western powers and the Soviet Union often exchanged spies during the Cold War.
After a couple of days, I returned to school, there was just no way both Jake and I could both have `Kissing Disease." To keep it under wraps where Jake was actually staying, Principal Rogers had all of Jake's assignments delivered to his office, then I would swing by sometime during the day to pick them up and turn in his completed homework.
Jake's teachers were impressed that Jake's assignments improved while he was sick. The join in the teachers' lounge was that Jake's dick was getting a much-needed rest, and he was able to focus on school.
The truth was that Jake was focused on school so his dick wouldn't get any rest. I told Jake that as long as he lived with me, the rule was I don't suck any cock attached to a loser, which included anyone not earning at least a `C' in all classes. I considered it a credit to my oral skills that Jake not only did all of his homework, but also took care of his missing assignments and ended the nine weeks with a B average. Jake was proud of himself, I was proud of him, and both of us had satisfied cocks.
The first Saturday of Spring Break was very busy, not only did we have to pack for Padre Island, but we had to make sure that Maria and her boys would have everything they would need to do the chores while we were away. Maria's boys were 7, 10, and 12. They were also excited because they loved hanging around the farm on their days off. They were hard workers and Granny Judy paid them well. I was sure my Grannies would have plenty of help with the farm whenever they needed it while I was away at college.
While packing Jake asked me, do you want the pack the lube or the rubbers? "I'll take the condoms," I said. We were both sure we were HIV-, but we decided safe sex was just a good habit to get into. However, the first rule of teen sex in a small town, is you don't buy your condoms, lube, and pregnancy tests in the same town where you live, especially if you are gay, not that we would need to buy pregnancy tests. So we drove over to a mall in Tulsa for a trip to Spencer's the week before Spring Break for supplies. We drew straws to see who would buy the lube and who would buy the condoms. I got the short end of the stick and had to buy the condoms. You should have seen the insulting incredulous look the girl at the register gave me when I put the box of Trojan Magnums on the counter. I seriously just want to whip it out and use it to wipe that smirk off her face. Of course, Jake couldn't stop laughing. You may be wondering why we didn't buy condoms for Jake, well that's because the dog had a year's supply in his bedroom.
Now when you heard we were spending our Spring Break in South Padre Island, you probably thought of wild college parties with lots of booze and sex. Well, that wasn't the Padre Palms Resort. The owners, Mike and Tanya Willows, were old hippies and had bought the Padre Palms before Spring Break in Padre was a thing, and they really weren't interested in filling up their place with drunken frat boys and bikini babes for two weeks of the year, then spending the next three weeks repairing the damage.
So several years previous, they invented the South Padre Artisan Cheese and Wine Festival. Well for people like my Grannies, this was a must-do event. It was the perfect way to write off a vacation as a business expense, which was why 90 percent of the participants registered for the festival. Of course that is not to say `Two Gals Cheese' didn't generate some real business at the festival. They had made several contacts that had become good customers over the years.
I, of course, was always dragged along to the festival. Don't get me wrong, I liked Padre, especially when I got into high school. I had learned almost as much there about being a gay boy as I had at band camp, but it could be a little lonely. So having a confederate along was going to make this year so much better. Also, because we always took product down with us to the festival, there just wasn't room for four full-size people in the refrigerated box truck, particularly when two of them were six-foot-plus high school boys. So I got to drive my Camaro to Padre. I was going to have wheels, and it was going to be great.
The first thing when we got to the festival was to park the truck that held all of the cheese, wine, jelly, and other items for the show and get it plugged into a power supply. Then it was across the street to get checked into the motel and register as festival exhibitors.
The Padre Palms started life as a beachfront 30-room motel, cafe, and bar in 1964. Over the years another twenty rooms were added. Mike and Tanya had also built a large venue that, when it wasn't hosting the Wine and Cheese Festival, was used for weddings, trade shows, class reunions, and various parties. They had been offered several million for their slice of beachfront heaven, but they weren't yet ready to see the Padre Palms torn down and replaced with a high-rise hotel or condo.
As a kid, Mike and Tanya took a liking to me, and several times Mike took me out into the Gulf on his boat to go fishing. They also made sure my Grannies and I always got the only two-bedroom suite with a kitchen and sitting room in the place. Jake and I would have plenty of privacy.
When I showed Jake into our room, he was amazed. It was on the second floor and had an unobstructed view of the beach and the Gulf of Mexico. "So this is where you have gone every Spring Break since I've known you," Jake said.
"Yeah, now don't you wish you'd treated me better."
"Not just because of this," Jake said, and kissed me, "but also for so many other reasons. What was I ever doing wasting my time with girls when you were right there and so damn cute to boot."
I laughed, and said, "Now you're just flattering me in the hope I will suck your cock."
Jake gave me his amazing smile and asked, "Is it working?"
"You're just lucky your father didn't mess up that handsome face, because there is no way you'd get into anyone's pants with your lame sweet talk alone."
"Ow, that hurts. I thought I had a pretty good game."
"That just goes to show you that girls are easy. Us gay boys, we got standards."
Jake kissed me, and said, "Let's see if we can lower those standards." Then he dropped to his knees, unzipped my pants, and showed me that you don't need a silver tongue when you have a talented tongue. Man, was Jake a fast learner.
However, I had no intention of making things easy for him. It took all my will, but I was able to push him off of my cock. Then I ripped off his clothes, pushed him onto the bed, and swallowed every inch of his cock.
"Not fair," Jake moaned. You know...you know I can't take all of yoouuuu." Then Jake grunted and rolled me onto the bed, finished removing my clothes, and soon we were in the middle of an intense 69 session. I knew Jake wanted to make me cum first, but I had a secret weapon, I spit on his hole and then began inserting my middle finger. When I returned to sucking his cock, I knew he'd already lost before the first volley of cum hit the back of my throat. Having something pushed up his butt was his Kryptonite. That's why I knew he was going to be such an insatiable bottom, and the thought of pounding his tight hole sent me over the edge.
I had finished showering, and Jake was in the shower when Granny Frida knocked on the door. I stepped into the living area that separated the two rooms to have a little talk with the Grannies.
Granny Frida said, "This evening is an exhibitor's BBQ and meeting, so you and Jake are on your own. The cafe is open until nine and the pool is open until eleven. I don't know when we will be back, but it will probably be late."
"The festival doesn't start for two days," Granny Judy said, "So tomorrow if you and Jake help us get the booth set up, we can then go spend the afternoon doing something fun. Unless of course, you are too old and hip to be seen with your Grannies."
I had to laugh and grab them both in a group hug and said, "I will never be too old and hip to be seen with my Grannies." Just then Jake came in and said, "Hey, I need some of that," and joined in the group hug.
Okay, okay, I hear you all saying fuck this Norman Rockwell happy family shit and tell us about the first time you fucked Jake's brains out. Damn, you all are some crude sons-of-bitches. So fine this is how our first fuck went down.
At supper, Jake asked, "Is tonight the night?" I just couldn't resist being an ass and responded "The night for what?"
"You know...the night we do it."
Jake was like a kid waiting for Christmas to come. So finally, I said, "Yes, if you're sure that's what you reeeeeally want."
There was no doubt that his mission was to prove to me and himself that he could take my cock and everything I threw behind it. So after finishing supper and paying the bill, we headed for the room. Of course, the first task was to talk Jake through the pregame.
Jake and I had often showered together, and though I had become quite familiar with his body, I never tired of washing him and being washed by him. There is something especially bonding about showering or bathing with another person. I suppose it is because you can't hide anything; every mole, every scar, every birthmark is on display.
Of course, Jake's body was damn near perfect, he had that unbeatable combination of great genes, a good diet, and a total commitment to his workout routine. Jake was that guy who never skipped leg day. Jake was also blessed with amazing body symmetry. The only difference l could really find between his right and left side was that his left testicle hung lower than the right and was slightly larger. As I said, I had become quite familiar with Jake's body.
Although I was as not, and still am not, the physical specimen Jake is, he certainly seemed to be equally interested in exploring my body. Jake was very adept at finding particularly sensitive spots, which he exploited during both sex and tickle wrestling. It was during these showering sessions that, Jake seemed to be at his most tender and sensual.
The irony was that showering with Jake had gone from one of my worst experiences to one of my favorite. Over the years of sports and P.E., we had many times been in the shower together. In those times of communal gang showers, Jake was loud, crude, and often a bully. I hated being naked when he was around, but now everything was just the opposite. Like I said, I don't have the physique of a Greek god, but Jake treats me like I do.
After we finished showering and drying off, there was no more putting it off, the moment of truth had arrived. I was nervous. Although I'd topped several guys, I wasn't super experienced and my size had resulted in some clumsiness in the past. I didn't want to hurt Jake...it would have been easier if I had fucked him before I cared about him.
I told Jake that I was afraid I might hurt him, and he said, "I am a football player. I am used to taking some pain to get what I want." He can be so corny when he is being brave. I knew he was nervous as well. He'd never been able to swallow my cock, and I was fine with that, he had plenty of other tricks in his bag when it came to oral sex, but there weren't alternatives to the basic principle of anal sex, my cock was going to have to go into his ass.
Some of you may be wondering why we weren't thinking of him topping me; after all, he was an alpha male jock type, and his cock was...well, manageable. We did talk about that, but it was Jake who finally said, "You are a top, and I am a bottom. We are what we are and nothing is going to change that." On occasion, we did reverse roles, but Jake was right, we were a better fit being our true selves. That is not to say Jake was some passive pussy boy. On the contrary, he was a very dominant bottom. There were many times when my cock was his property and I was his sex slave. If you've never been tied spread eagle on a bed while a hot jock rides your cock, you haven't had real sex yet. However, I'm getting ahead of myself. That night, we were two nervous teenagers trying to be worldly men.
I had Jake lie face down on the bed, and I started by massaging his shoulders and back. Most of the bruises and tenderness were gone and Jake's back muscles were tight. There had been a couple of warm days back home, so he and I had laid out on the South side of the machine shed to get a little sun. He had just the beginning of a tan.
As Jake relaxed, I moved lower and lower until I was massaging his glutes. I told you that Jake never missed leg day, well in my world that day was better known as ass day. Jake's ass was amazing and I loved to kneed it with my hands. I was running my thumbs through his crack and getting closer and closer to touching his hole. Then suddenly Jake was startled, I'm not sure Jake even knew what rimming was, and I'm sure he'd never had his hole licked, but at that moment Jake's eyes were opened and he liked what he saw, or more precisely what he felt.
I had never been that big on sticking my face, let alone my tongue in some guy's ass before, but Jake was different. I couldn't get enough of it. Part of that was because Jake was the most hygienic guy I've ever met. I know this may be TMI, but even after an intense practice or a day of work Jake's body always seemed clean and fresh. He never had an unpleasant smell. Instead, his body seemed to release a masculine, natural cologne that attracted girls and gay boys like bees to a clover patch and that telegraphed his Alpha dominance to the straight guys.
Anyway, after introducing Jake to the wonder of a good rim job, it was on to the main event. I spread K-Y gel onto Jake's hole and used my fingers to stretch and lube his hole. All the while I gently encouraged him to relax. When his sphincter muscles were as loose as I thought they were going to get, I slipped on a condom and applied enough lube to grease a little pig. I put my cock against Jake's hole and asks if he was ready, and he nodded. Then I reminded him to push out as I pushed in. I pushed forward and at first nothing. Jake's hole was still resisting. I didn't say anything and just waited. It wasn't long until Jake refocused and was able to relax.
As he relaxed, he pushed back against my cock, and then, without warning, my cock went from knocking on the door to standing in the entry. He waited to get used to the feeling, and when ready continued to push back. It took a while, but eventually, my cock bumped into a wall on the other side. Fuck that felt so good, to be so deep inside him.
I'd been inside other guys before, and a few after Jake and I hooked up, but none ever fit like Jake. It was like a puzzle, you can try putting together a lot of different pieces, and some are close, but you know it when you find the two pieces that were meant to go together. I guess that's the reason Jake and I would always come back to each other regardless of what pulled us apart. We fit together in so many ways, not the least of which was my cock and his hole.
When Jake was ready he said, "Fuck me!," and I did. I will never forget, nor could we ever repeat that first night. We'd become much better lovers and partners over time, but that first time was special. I also learned that Jake had another gift, he had an incredibly sensitive prostate and it did not take much stimulation to make him cum. If you've never made a guy cum from just fucking him, you have no idea what an ego booster that is. I have to admit that there were times when I need to lift my spirits or get over a failure I would find Jake and fuck him until he came. We have often joked that he should charge me for therapy, but we could never figure out how to code "Ego Booster Fuck" on the insurance claim form.
At eighteen Jake and I may not have been the most skilled lovers, but what we lacked in quality, we made up for with quantity. We fucked twice more that night, which was pretty damn incredible considering we had already given each other a great blow job earlier in the day. Now at age 44, cumming four times in 24 hours is reserved for anniversaries, birthdays, New Year's Day, solar eclipses, and blue moons.
So there you have it, that's how I went from hating Jake Norris to fucking Jake Norris. I wasn't in love with him yet. That would take a while but on a very basic level, we were inseparably bonded. I owned him, and he owned me.
Maybe sometime I'll tell you how we fell in love, but for now, let me just say we have, and we are living a great life together. We haven't gotten married yet, that will happen this May, just before we set off to hike the Appalachian Trail. Jake and I are getting married in a double ceremony with Granny Frida and Granny Judy. They decide the need to marry because as they got older they wanted the legal rights that a marriage certificate gave their relationship. Jake and I are getting married because we are beginning to think of adopting. We figure that between the two of us, we know all the ways to be a bad father, and we are committed to being good fathers. But that is in the future.
So, the Appalachian trail hike is our honeymoon/pre-parenting adventure. And no, we are not spending our three-month honeymoon sleeping and fucking in a tent. I have an extensive list of B&Bs, rental cabins, resorts, and motels along the way for us to choose from. As you may have gathered, Jake and I like our showers, soft beds, and hot breakfasts.
As for how we can afford this at our age, well it helps to get lucky and be a bit smart. While working on my post-graduate degree in computer sciences, my cyber security interest continued to grow, and I developed some security software that you will have only heard of if you work for certain sections of the U.S. military, the State Department, or the U.S. Treasury. I sold that work to the feds for an undisclosed amount of money and an agreement not to work in IT for anyone but them for twenty years. FYI that's why many of the places and people in this story have different names than you will find if you go trying to Google them.
So in between government contracts, I help on the farm, do some volunteering, and we travel a lot. By we I mean Jake, my grannies, and myself. Jake and I like to do a lot of active travel, things like hiking the Appalachian Trail, visiting the National parks, tall ship sailing, salmon fishing in Alaska, going on safari, etc. With the Grannies we do a lot of tourist-type travel, I have seen my share of museums, castles, cathedrals and churches, and Broadway and London theater.
By the way, Jake did play football at OU, and though not a star, or the Sooner QB, he was starting tight end his Junior and Senior year. He also had the fortune of playing for the Sooners in 2000 when the team was undefeated and won the national championship. Of course, I was there to see Jake play in the national championship game. That ticket cost me four years of playing trumpet in the Sooner marching band, but it was worth it.
However, what made me most proud, was Jake graduated with a degree in Health and Exercise Science, and minors in Spanish and French. He even taught P.E. and Spanish, and coached football and basketball while I was in graduate school. But when his grandfather died, he left Jake the farm. Jake's father was pissed, but that's what you get for being an asshole. When he got the farm, Jake decided he'd rather be a farmer. So, he and Maria formed a partnership and bought out my Grannies. The Grannies still live on the farm and help out when needed, but like I said, they like to travel. I used some of the money I got from the purchase of my security program to add more land to the farm, so Maria's sons also work on the farm, which is why Jake and I can take off three months this summer.
Do Jake and I always get along, or see eye-to-eye? Hell no, we have had some pretty fierce arguments, and on occasions, one of us has to go for a drive until he cools off. The cool-off drive has a required stop at the liquor store for a reconciliation bottle of Jack Danial or a six-pack of Budweiser. However, we have two rules: we never punch, though often our fights end in tickle wrestling, or some sexy spanking; and we never sleep in separate beds. It's amazing how many problems can be solved when you realize that you'd rather be fucking the guy lying next to you than fighting with him.
So, I guess Jake and I are, in our own way, living happily ever after. It's a story as old as gay erotica. Unfortunately, far too often that isn't how real-life stories turn out. That's why I'm sharing mine, to give hope to those who feel like giving up on happiness that their own Jake, their perfect puzzle piece, is out there just waiting to be found.
The End
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