Jake Calls the Shots
Chapter 2
By Ben Coolen bencoolen1212@gmail.com
This story contains sexual acts (domination, oral sex, masturbation) between young males. If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please stop reading it immediately.
This story is 100% fiction.
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Thanks to Naughty Bard for proof-reading the text.
Jake picked up his phone and opened the messenger app. He typed hastily:
"Man, sry abt this morning. Please 4give me."
Jake pointed at the Send button firmly with his index finger. He hoped that pressing it would save his friendship with Ricky.
Jake hadn't pressed the Send button yet when his phone buzzed for an incoming message. He read it.
"Please let me do it."
Jake gasped. Then he let out a delighted snicker.
Ricky not only wanted to suck him off, but he wanted it so bad that he gave in and asked for it. Jake's remorse vanished. He was a player by nature, and always ready for a little game. He had won the first round, and now he would start another. Instead of sending Ricky a reply, he went downstairs and made himself a smoothie: strawberries, banana, mango and a little fat-free yoghurt. Healthy nutrition is vital if you want to keep your body in top condition.
Ricky held his phone in his sweaty hand, anxiously waiting for Jake's reply. Ten long minutes, nothing.
Jake settled comfortably down on his bed with his smoothie and turned on the TV. Football time!
Thirty minutes. Ricky got up and started to pace back and forth in his room. Forty minutes. What if Jake had just been joking all the time, and now he was horrified, having found out that Ricky really wanted to suck his cock? Their friendship would be ruined.
Fifty minutes.
Jake glanced at his watch and pondered his next move. No, not yet, Iet him sweat out a bit more. Yess, touchdown!
Sixty minutes, an eternity. And ten more. Then Ricky's phone beeped and he leaped on his bed to grab it. He read Jake's reply:
"Dunno, man."
Ricky was dumbfound. Now Jake was suddenly hesitating!
Another message beeped in.
"I know you want it real bad. It just feels so weird."
Oh god! Ricky had made a total fool of himself by falling into Jake's prank. Now Jake realized that his friend was just a lowlife fag who loves to give guys blowjobs, and is willing to beg them for it. Ricky's little world collapsed. He sat down on his bed and buried his face in his hands. Then his phone beeped again. Another message from Jake.
"Just teasin! Yes. Call tmrw."
Ricky slumped on his bed, feeling relieved and furious at the same time. Jake must have understood how difficult all this was for Ricky, and still he kept teasing him.
Jake could be so selfish sometimes. Well, in fact he was pretty selfish most of the time, but that didn't stop Ricky from following his lead; he just loved his friend so much. When they were hungry, and Jake wanted burgers but Ricky wanted tacos, they would eat burgers. When they were hanging at the mall, and Ricky wanted to go home but Jake wanted to stay, they would stay. And so on.
Tomorrow would change their relationship forever. Jake would expect Ricky to give him head; he might even expect him to swallow his load. Would he be able to do it? Ricky had no idea how cum tasted. But if Jake wanted it, he would do his best, whether he liked it or not.
Ricky felt a bit ashamed when he thought about what was going to happen. He was going to go down on Jake, to bring him pleasure, to act as his sexual servant. Jake would get his satisfaction, but Ricky's only reward would be the opportunity to deliver it. He knew he couldn't expect Jake to reciprocate.
Then he thought about Jake; his confidence, the way he smiled, the way he nudged his head to clear the falling hair off his eyes. The way he strutted in the school hallway, everybody wanting to talk to him and exchange high fives and fist bumps with him and listen to his jokes. And the way his slim body moved, and how it had felt like to have Jake sitting on his chest, pinning him down, being at his mercy. And when Jake had pressed his scrotum on Ricky's chin, he had felt his cock and balls against his cheek. And the way the crotch of his jeans smelled...
Ricky jacked off the second time that that day, reminiscing the events of the morning and dreaming about what would happen the following day. In spite of his nervousness, he was able to fall asleep soon after cleaning himself in the bathroom.
Ricky woke up early. He glanced at the alarm clock: 7.20. Jake would still be sleeping for hours, so Ricky went downstairs to get a sandwich and a glass of orange juice. He spent a restless morning in his room, eating breakfast with little appetite, and browsing the internet randomly.
At 10.30 Ricky decided it was time for a shower. He brushed his teeth and showered, scrubbing his lithe body meticulously. Finally he dried himself with a towel and added a modest amount of deodorant. Ricky wanted to appear as clean and fresh as possible at his rendezvous with Jake.
11.00. Ricky picked a pair of clean underwear – nothing too tight or fancy, just plaid cotton boxers; he knew he would need another clean pair later on that day. He dressed in a t-shirt and canvas shorts and stuffed a hoodie into his backpack. He was ready. Then he picked up his phone, took a deep breath and pressed Jake's speed dial.
The phone beeped and beeped. Finally Jake answered.
"Why did you wake me up, man?" he said with a drowsy voice.
"Well, man, I... well, you remember, you promised, you know..." Ricky couldn't finish the sentence.
Jake let out a raspy chuckle.
"Now, what did I promise? I make so many promises all the time I can't remember them all. Let me see... well, I think I promised someone I would let him suck my dick. You mean that promise?"
"Yeah."
He could hear Jake yawning.
"You still want to suck me off?"
"Yeah."
"I dunno. I'm kinda tired."
"Jake, please."
Ricky heard him chuckle softly.
"Hmmm... Well, okay, if you want it so bad."
"You wanna come over?" Ricky asked.
More yawning.
"Naah, I don't feel like going anywhere. "
"Well, alright. What time do you want me there?"
"My folks will be leaving for the charity lunch soon. They'll be away maybe two hours so you'd better get here right away.
"Okay, I'm ready," Ricky said. Then he got a sudden idea.
"Oh, and Jake..."
"What?"
Rick hesitated. Jake grew impatient.
"Are you still there, man?"
"Yeah. You still got the jeans from yesterday?"
Jake paused, probably to inspect his messy room.
"Yeah, they're on the floor. Why?"
"Could you put them on?"
Jake laughed for a long time.
"Alright, you little pervert. Want the same boxers too?"
Ricky thought about the form-fitting Hollister trunks he had seen Jake wearing many times. They hugged his bubble butt and bulging package so perfectly.
"Yes please," Ricky said meekly, causing another fit of laughter on the other end.
"Okay, I think they are somewhere under my bed. Anything for you, buddy. Now, get your ass over here," Jake said and hung up.
Ricky rang Jake's doorbell, and he came to open the door after a while, with a toothbrush handle sticking out of his mouth. He was shirtless, but wearing the familiar skinny jeans, and Ricky could see the waistband of his blue Hollister boxers. His hair was all messed up from sleep.
"Hey," Ricky greeted his friend.
"Uhmm."
Jake let Ricky in and led him up the familiar stairs to his room. Jake locked the door and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, while Ricky sat down on the bed to wait. Then Jake came out, stepped in front of Ricky and looked him in the eyes with a little smirk.
"Well, I'm here. You wanted this," Jake said and stretched his taut body with his hands clasped behind his head, flexing his apple-like biceps. Jake was ready to be serviced.
Ricky was suddenly scared. He had expected Jake to take the lead as usual, and he had no idea how to begin. Jake just stood there with his hands behind his head, looking down at his friend with an amused smile.
"I dunno... well, maybe you could sit on the bed, if that's alright with you."
"Sit down? Sure, anything you say, buddy," Jake said and sat down next to Ricky.
Jake reached to grab two large pillows and propped them behind his back. Then he leaned back with an expectant look on his face. Ricky was still nervous, not knowing what to do. He looked at his friends chest and flat abdomen, not having the courage to touch him or even look him in the eyes. He let his gaze move downwards, following the thin black love trail that began below Jake's navel and disappeared under the waistband of his underwear. Then he looked at Jake's loins. The faded crotch area that had been pressed on his chin the previous day was like magnet to his eyes.
Ricky lifted his right hand and moved it above Jake's thigh. His hand was shaking, and he didn't dare to touch the denim-clad leg under it.
"Go on, I won't bite," Jake muttered.
Ricky let his hand touch Jake's thigh. It felt so good that his inhibitions started to vaporize. He caressed Jake's firm leg gently through the tightly stretched denim, up and down, every time more lovingly, every time a bit higher, until his fingers brushed his friends balls and slightly stiffened cock, and Jake let out a sigh.
Ricky moved his hand up to feel Jake's abdomen, letting his fingers explore the hot canyons between the tightly knit bundles of muscle. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips on Jake's lower abdomen tentatively. The skin felt awesome against his lips and he could smell his friend's body. Jake had showered when he returned home the previous day, but that was already almost 24 hours ago, and Ricky was able to taste the salt of his sweat, strengthened by the warmth of his bed. His own cock was already rock hard inside his shorts.
Ricky rubbed Jake's crotch with his left hand and continued to lick his abdomen, tickling his navel and the downy hairs below it with his tongue. Ricky could feel that Jake's cock was already hard inside his jeans, and he caressed the shaft gently through the denim. The next move felt perfectly natural now: Ricky's left hand explored the front of Jake's jeans and found a route down to the very intimate space between a boy's pants and his underwear. Jake's manhood pulsed against Ricky's fingers, and the moistness of the cotton disclosed that his body was preparing to release a load of babymakers into whatever cavity he would decide to send it to.
"Take it out," Jake said bluntly.
That required unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. Obviously Jake wasn't going to do that himself; he just spread his long legs and waited. Ricky took the message and got down on his knees on the floor between Jake's legs. That reminded him of the previous day, when he had been staring at the same open crotch with strong, mixed feelings of apprehension and awe. Ricky took hold of Jake's thighs, leaned in and pressed his face on the crotch of the unwashed jeans. He took a deep breath and was able to feel the same incredible odor than the day before, only this time it was so much stronger.
Ricky unbuckled Jake's belt and pulled the zipper down, revealing the blue boxers he had asked him to wear. He leaned down and nuzzled the outstretched cotton with his nose and breathed in; the smell was so powerful and sharp there that Ricky felt dizzy. The strong odor represented the essence of Jake's manhood, and Ricky fell in love with it instantly and took in another whiff, rubbing the crotch of his own shorts with his hand.
But Jake had told him to get his cock out, so no more time to enjoy boyish odors or to pleasure himself. He pulled Jake's jeans down below his hips together with his underwear and looked at the sturdy sex organ now poking up in front of him above Jake's pubes. The pubes were short-trimmed, but as they were jet-black, they formed a manly triangle that was clearly visible against the light skin below his tan-line. He had seen Jake's cock countless times, of course, but he had no idea it could grow so big. He was suddenly afraid that he wouldn't be able to fit into his mouth. That would be horrible; the idea of letting Jake down like that was unthinkable!
Ricky wrapped his fingers around Jake's love muscle and started to rub it gently. Then he leaned closer and kissed the shaft. He kissed the girth gently over and over again, but Jake expected already more.
"Lick it," he grunted.
Ricky complied, stuck out his tongue and started to lick Jake's rod lovingly. A drop of precum appeared on top of the crown, and Ricky immediately lapped it in with his tongue. The taste matched the way Jake's scrotum smelled and Ricky couldn't get enough of it. Every now and then he moved down to service Jake's hairless ball sack; Ricky licked every inch of it carefully, rubbing Jake's belly at the same time. Jake moaned softly and held his hand gently on Ricky's head, guiding his movements.
The next step came as a surprise to Ricky. Jake sat up on the bed and pressed his fingers on Ricky's forehead, adding a little pressure. It was a subtle gesture, but it sent a powerful message. Ricky backed down on the floor and Jake got up. He pulled his pants and boxers down and let Ricky yank them off his feet. Ricky tossed the garments on the bed and looked up. Jake looked back. No words were needed; this was what they both were there for.
Ricky took Jake's cock between his fingers, opened his mouth and let Jake slide his rod in. He didn't push it the all the way in, he let Ricky get acquainted to the pulsing organ in his mouth, to adjust himself to his new role as a cocksucker for another male.
"Start suckin', and rub the root with your fingers," Jake instructed.
Ricky complied willingly and squeezed his lips around the shaft, working with his fingers at the point where the rod met the ball sack. He heard Jake sigh; he appeared to be enjoying Ricky's efforts. Ricky remembered the porn videos he had seen and started to move his head up and down while he sucked and sucked. His spit and Jake's precum had lubed the organ well, and it slid smoothly back and forth between Ricky's lips. Then he felt Jake's hand on the back of his head.
"I'll fuck your face now," he panted, and did just that.
Jake took command. His cock penetrated Ricky's mouth gradually deeper and deeper until Ricky started to gag and Jake pulled out, letting him breathe for a few seconds. Then the face-fucking continued.
"Try to take some more."
Ricky tilted his head until he found a position where he could control the gagging reflect better. Then he took hold of Jake's tight butt muscles and pulled in to signal to Jake that he was doing whatever he could to take in as much as possible. Jake got the message, rose onto tiptoes and pushed his cum-sling all the way in; Ricky could feel his buttocks tightening gracefully with this all-out attack, and suddenly Rick felt Jake's coarse pubes tickling his nose and lips. Tears of extreme effort and joy welled up in his eyes, mixing with drops of Jake's sweat. Ricky's baptize as Jake's cocksucker was now complete – almost.
Jake couldn't control himself anymore, he had crossed the border of no return. Ricky felt his buttocks tighten again.
"Ahhhh," Jake grunted and filled his friend's mouth with cum.
Ricky had now done what he had desired: he had sucked Jake off; the warm sperm splashing inside his mouth being the unquestionable proof of that. Jake's jizz was slimy and it tasted salty and sour, but it was Jake's cum, and Ricky loved it. Quality of the substance wasn't a problem for Ricky, but the quantity was. Jake's young, strong body had been able to produce a copious load already, although he had cummed into a girl's cunt twice not so long ago.
When there seemed to be a momentary pause after Jake's two first shots, Ricky swallowed the sperm quickly, making room for more. Two more shipments were on the way already, and Ricky took them all in, this time swirling the jizz in his mouth to get a good taste before swallowing.
Jake pulled out and slumped down on his bed, panting.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!"
They recovered for a while in silence. Then Jake sat up to look at Ricky who was still on his knees between Jake's legs.
Jake grinned.
"Sorry I came in your mouth, dude. It was an accident," he lied.
"Just spit it out in the sink."
Ricky smiled.
"No problem. And no reason to apologize."
Jake's eyes widened when he saw his friend smile and heard him speak.
"What the fuck! You swallowed it? You swallowed my cum, awesome!" he laughed and reached out to ruffle Ricky's hair.
"Did you like the blowjob?" Ricky asked meekly.
Jake gave him a smug smile.
"Well, let me put it this way, dude. You can expect to spend some time between my legs from now on. On a daily basis."
"Anytime."
They both laughed. Then Jake came to think about something.
"Hey, you probably need to jack off, man. Feel free to use the bathroom."
Ricky seemed suddenly embarrassed and looked down. Jake was puzzled at first but then it dawned to him.
"Oh fuck! You shot your load already! Awesome dude, you loved sucking me off so much you creamed your pants! Ha-ha!" he laughed.
Ricky had some difficulties finding that amusing.
"I still need to use your bathroom," he said timidly and got up with some difficulty, covering his crotch with his hands.
Ricky inspected his lower parts in the bathroom. His underwear was all soaked with cum, but luckily it hadn't leaked through the canvas of his shorts. He wiped the cum off his boxer briefs the best he could and washed his scrotum in the sink.
Ricky came out somewhat refreshed, and found Jake lying on his bed, browsing his messages. He was now wearing red soccer shorts, looking as confident and sexy as always. Ricky picked up his backpack and prepared to leave.
Jake put his phone away and got up. He spread his arms and hugged his friend.
"Thanks man," he said.
Holding his arms around Jake's slim waist and resting his head on his strong shoulder felt so wonderful that Ricky wished he could stay there forever. But no.
"Okay, I wanna take a shower now. Call you later, man," Jake said and closed the bathroom door behind him.
Ricky sighed, took his backpack and left. Soon he was pedaling his bike towards home. He was standing in a traffic light close to home when his phone started to play Jake's ringtone.
"What's up?"
"Just wanted to thank you again and let you know I gave you a present."
"You gave me a present?"
"Yeah, you know, I kinda forgot your birthday this year, dude..."
Yes you did forget, kinda, Ricky smiled to himself. And my previous birthday and the one before.
"So, I gave you a late birthday present. It's in your backpack. But don't take it out until you're alone in your room. Call me back and tell me how you like it," Jake said and hung up.
Ricky pedaled home as fast as he could. He ran the stairs up to his room and closed the door. Then he unzipped the backpack. Jake's present was right there, bundled on top of Ricky's grey hoodie.
Ricky stared at the blue Hollister boxers for a while. Then he picked up his phone and called Jake. He answered right away.
"Dude, how do you like my present?"
"Well, this is definitely the first time I get someone's filthy boxers as a birthday present."
"Ha-ha! But do you like my present or not?"
Ricky took the boxers out and held them up. He could smell them from a foot away.
"Well?"
Ricky rubbed the soft cotton with his fingers. Jake's precum was still wet.
"Of course I like it! Thanks Jake."
"You're welcome. I knew you would like it, anything for my buddy. Wanna catch a movie later today?"
Ricky felt relieved. Things seemed to continue as usual between them.
"Sure, man. Hey, there's this comedy with..."
Jake cut him off.
"I haven't seen the new Star Wars."
Jake was well aware that Ricky had already seen it.
"Sure man, Star Wars sounds good. I wanna see it too."
To be continued?
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