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My Lover First: 01
John just finished with his last client on Friday evening as he slid on to the leather seat of his car and loosened his tie. It was now after 7:00 PM, and the sun was already below the horizon. His briefcase, more correctly his sample case was in the trunk. He wouldn't be needing it until Monday. As he drove up the entrance ramp to the freeway he couldn't help feeling a little satisfied with himself. John was raised as an only child by two loving parents who made certain he had all the advantages but was not spoiled. His father earned a modest income and his mother stayed at home; they were not wealthy. John was always focused, even as a child. He had a quick analytical mind - some might call him anal-retentive. He always seemed to have some goal he was striving for. In school his friends considered him "serious minded." And John had lots of friends. He played on the high school soccer team, was voted to the student council and had outstanding grades. When John was sixteen, he informed his parents he thought he was gay but had not yet acted on his feelings. He was too busy with other objectives. John's parents struggled with his announcement at first, then quickly accepted him as the son they had always loved. Their acceptance made his life much easier and helped him avoid a lot of self-doubt.
John graduated in the top five percent of his high school class, which qualified him for a college scholarship that was important because his parents' financial help was limited. While at college, John decided to learn more about what it meant to be gay so he joined a gay student group. His approach to this subject was just like everything else he did, systematic, methodical, and analytical. He observed how the gay members of the group interacted and reacted. He watched to learn how they seemed to pair up. When John felt he understood the game he made a calculated decision to finally become active. During four years at college John had two brief affairs and one relationship that lasted for two years. That relationship ended because John's friend Allen wanted a more lasting commitment but John was not able or ready; he had more important things to do in his life. Allen wished John well but advised him, "Learn to get in touch with and feel your emotions or you will live a lonely existence."
John graduated from college with two degrees, a BA in Marketing and BS in Chemistry. He landed a well paying job with a pharmaceutical company visiting doctors offices pitching the company's latest pills and handing out lots of free samples. His marketing skills and his knowledge of chemistry were a powerful mix and in short order John had expanded his client list and increased his salary. Also, his appearance enhanced his 'curb appeal' if that is an appropriate term. He stood 5' 11' tall, weighed 145 lb., had medium brown hair, blue eyes, and very light facial hair. He hadn't had to shave until he reached age 20. He had a nice tan and clothes seemed to fit him naturally. Even suits seemed to fit perfectly, never needing any tailoring. His boss viewed his as the perfect image they wanted to project for the company. Now, at 24 years old, he had a nice apartment in the Wilshir district of L.A. and recently purchased a sharp looking 2-dr Honda Accord. In reality he could afford a nicer apartment and a more expensive car but was more committed to saving and investing his money. The fact is, his subconscious was driving him to be completely financially secure and independent. He was not going to struggle like his parents.
That brings us back to the present with John driving south toward L.A. When the sign announcing the Hollywood exit passes overhead, on impulse (completely out of character for John) he begins working his way to the right lane so he can take the exit. A couple of times over the past year John had followed his curiosity and driven down Santa Monica Boulevard to check out the young men standing along the street trying to hustle customers. As his feelings of security grew, John's desire for intimacy with another man began to rise. In the two previous trips to the strip he had not seen anything that interested him. He was also well informed about AIDS and other STDs and the risks to his physical safety by picking up one of these boys. He felt he was prepared for either eventuality, especially since he determined his probability for success was quite low. (He analyzed everything.)
His car rolled along slowly as he checked both sides of the street. Suddenly his head snapped back to the right. There! Standing at the curb beside the bench! The young man stood out because he was wearing a nice shirt that buttoned down the front and a pair of Dockers pants. That was a little out of the ordinary. John wandered for a moment if the kid was actually cruising of just an innocent kid waiting for a bus. What the hell, give it a try. John pulled his car up to the curb and lowered the window on the passenger side.
"Can I give you a ride?" The kid leaned down and stuck his head halfway through the open window.
"How far do you want to go?" He asked. The kid was clearly cruising.
"Hop in and we'll talk about it." The kid opened the car door and slid into the seat but left the door open with his right foot still on the pavement.
"You suck me for $25 or I suck you for $50. Or, I can fuck you for 50; I use condoms..." The kid hesitated like he was about to continue talking. The entire time he stared at John as if trying to make a judgement about how far he might be willing to go. Then he continued, "...or you can fuck me for $100." He heard himself say. That was farther than he planned to go when he stepped up to the curb just ten minutes ago. His name was Jake, short for Jacob.
While Jake stared at John, John stared back, trying to make the same kind of decision about the kid.
"Okay." John heard himself say as his left hand on the steering wheel began a nervous tremble. "I don't live far from here; is my place okay?"
Jake hesitated for a moment trying to decide if this was what he really wanted. The driver was young, good looking, wearing a suit with his tie loosened, driving a nice car and seemed polite.
"Sure." Jake said as he brought his right foot into the car and closed the door and looked straight ahead trying to avoid eye contact at that moment. He was nervous too.
"Better buckle up." John said.
"Oh, yeah." Jake replied as he drew the seat belt around himself and snapped it in place.
John pulled the car away from the curb and headed for his apartment. He parked in the spot reserved for his apartment and Jake followed as John led the way up the stairs to the second floor. John wanted to turn around and get a better look at his young prize now that there was better illumination but didn't want to be too obvious. Jake decided he liked the view following John up the stairs. He watched a nice, firm, round set of bunns move gracefully up and down before him. He was also quite impressed with the surroundings, which made him start to feel a little more comfortable about his decision. John unlocked the door, walked in, turned on the lights and held the door for Jake. Now he could see what his catch, and he liked what he saw. He extended his hand.
"The name's John." He grimaced inside; he intended to use a fake name.
"Jake." He shook John' hand as he grimaced inside; he intended to use a fake name.
"In here." John said as he walked toward the bedroom door removing his suit coat and tie. Jake followed. John began removing and hanging up his clothes when he noticed Jack just watching him. "I'm sorry, here." John said as he handed Jake a hanger. It was enough to shake Jake out of the trance he had slipped into and he began removing his clothes also. John stopped with only his boxer briefs on. He watched as Jake finished removing his pants and stood next to the bed in his boxers.
"Say, I need a shower. Come join me." John said, almost as a request and an order. Yes, John needed a shower but he also wanted to make sure his catch was as clean as he could get him. Plus, it gave him a great opportunity to become well acquainted with Jake's body.
"Okay." Jake replied and he followed John into the bathroom. John turned on the water and adjusted the temperature and as he turned around to face Jake he dropped his boxer briefs, exposing his simi-hard cock. He reached out and slid Jake's boxers over his hips, exposing an equally simi-hard cock. Taking Jake's hand, John stepped into the shower and guided in Jake after him. John stood under the shower and got wet then they exchanged positions so Jake could get wet. John picked up the shampoo and began to wash Jake's hair. Jake didn't object. The scalp massage felt good. Next, John got the bar of soap and began to lather up Jake's body. He used his hands, not a cloth to wash every inch of Jake. John was really getting turned on as his hands glided over Jake's slender, almost skinny frame. Jake was about one half inch shorter with similar medium brown hair, blue eyes, and very light facial hair. Jake's chest was smooth, no hair, and the hair on his arms and legs was light and sparse. Both cocks were now fully erect. John knew his measured 6 1/2 inches with proportional girth and Jake's was almost the same size. They were both uncut, which was somewhat unusual these days. John liked that and made sure the foreskin was fully retracted and clean. He had Jake lean against the shower wall and spread his legs as he slid his hand into the crack of his ass. John felt Jake stiffen and clench his bunns making it difficult to get his hand into the crack but he persisted and Jake finally relaxed. John made sure Jake's ass was well washed. Before he finished John gently stroked his index finger over Jake's pucker several times.
"Ohhh." Jake moaned. John did it again and got the same response. Then he turned Jake around and directed him under the spray to rinse him off. John had Jake stand aside while he quickly washed himself, rinsed and turned off the water. John opened the shower door, stepped out onto the mat, grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Then he stepped aside and had Jake stand on the mat while John toweled off a body he was beginning to develop an attraction to. Throwing the towel on the floor, John led Jake by the hand back into the bedroom and onto the bed.
The moment of truth had arrived. Jake lay on his back as John moved between his raised knees and looked down his prey. The kid was really pleasing to look at. John leaned down and kissed Jake lightly on the lips. It wasn't something he intended to do, it just happened. John moved quickly, kissing Jake's neck, pecks, nipples, and abdomen. He paused when he arrived at Jake's cock and examined it closely. He wanted to taste it. He opened his lips, slid them over the head and flicked his tongue around the hard, yet soft glans then under the ridge, around and around. John heard a soft moan escape Jake's throat. The aural feedback was all positive but the physical feedback was just the opposite. Jake's both was as tense and nervous as it could possibly be. John's analytical mind kicked in. 'Something's wrong here. What is it?' John released Jake's cock; he never intended to suck him dry, only get him fully stimulated. He reached under Jake's knees, raised them and pressed them toward Jake's chest exposing his rectal area. He picked up the K-Y, squeezed some into his index finger and applied it to Jake's hole. When he slid his finger inside, Jake gasped and noticeably tensed up. 'Damn he's tight.' John thought. 'For someone in this business he sure is nervous.' John thought as he applied the jell to his rod and guided it toward Jake's tight hole. As he applied pressure for entry, he glanced up saw Jake's face contorted in pain in anticipation of penetration. At that moment John figured it out.
"Jake?" No response. "Jake, look at me." Jake opened his eyes and looked fearful, pleading into John's eyes. "How many times have you done this?"
"Lots of times." Jake said after a few seconds.
"That's a lie. Isn't it?"
"Please! DO IT!...I need the money."
Suddenly John's erection was gone. He realized he was on the verge of raping some innocent young man. The first time should be good for him, not hard, almost violent, as John was about to do. John backed off.
"Please! I need the money!" Jake begged, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
"Jake, calm down." John said as he slid his body up along side the innocent young man he had brought home and stroked his hand soothingly over Jake's chest. "You earned your money when you walked into my apartment." Jake began to calm down a little.
"No. You have to do it. It's like I'm ripping you off."
"When's the last time you had a descent meal?" John asked, completely ignoring Jake's comment. He could now see how really skinny Jake was.
"Four days ago."
"Could you eat a pizza?"
"Ah...yes. But you don't..."
"I know what I have to do and don't have to do. Now go into the bathroom and wash that jell off your ass." John was taking charge of this new situation. When Jake returned to the bedroom John tossed him a pair of his boxer briefs. "Here. They may be a little loose but I don't think they'll fall off."
"I can wear my own."
"They're dirty. Put those on." Jake did as he was told. "Follow me." John ordered as he left his bedroom and went onto the other bedroom where his computer was set up. He turned it on and waited for it to boot up. Soon he was on the website for a pizza place. "How about an extra large with everything on it?"
"No anchovies, please. I didn't know you could do that over the web."
"Okay, no anchovies. Order complete. Yeah, this is great. I charge it to my credit card, including the tip, and the delivery guy doesn't have to carry any cash to get mugged or killed for. And the pizza is really good, the best of both worlds."
John shut down his computer and looked up at Jake who was staring into his eyes. He felt something tugging at his emotions. He rose from the chair and put his arms around Jake and hugged him.
"I apologize, Jake. I assumed you were cruising and had experience. I took a lot for granted. Do you drink beer?"
"Is the Pope a Catholic?" Jake smiled for the first time since the two men met. It was a beautiful smile. "And you don't owe me any apology, I owe you one. I thought it would be easy but I was more scared than I thought I would be."
"Come on." John said as he led the way to the kitchen, pulled two beers from the refrigerator and sat down at the table. Jake was glancing around the room and noticed how sparsely it was furnished. There was a club chair, a sofa, and two end tables with lamps on them, a dinette set in the dining area, which was no more than an extension of the living area. There was a large sliding glass door that opened onto a very narrow balcony (it barely qualified as one) and there were no curtains over it. Jake suddenly felt exposed and John noticed. "Oh, don't worry about anyone being able to see in; there's a row of trees outside the window that blocks any view. We could walk around naked and nobody would care."
"I guess I'm not much to look at anyway." Jack replied.
"Now wait just a minute. I think you're...damned good looking. I like the way you look." About that time there was a knock at the door. "That's probably the pizza, you want to get it?"
Jake looked down at himself dressed only in John's boxer briefs, which were kind of hanging on him and not doing a very good job of disguising his equipment. "Like this?"
"Yeah! Give the guy a thrill." John said laughingly. Jake went to the door, opened it, smiled at the delivery guy and took the pizza box as the guy twice checked him from top to bottom to crotch and smiled back. Jake closed the door, placed the pizza on the table, opened the box and the two men dived in. "See, the guy's going to jack off tonight with you on his mind." They both laughed Jake with his mouth full of pizza.
"So. Tell me Jake, is that your real name?" It was at that moment that John noticed Jake was using his left hand to ear the pizza.
"It is." Jake replied with honest conviction in his voice.
"I know there's got to be a story that leads up to where I picked you up tonight; I'd like to hear it."
"Well..." Jake hesitated. Did he really want to tell John about himself? After all, just who was he? But then, here was a guy who could have drilled him and tossed him out. In stead, when John saw through the disguise, Jake's well being became more of a concern than getting his rocks off. "Okay. For $100 I'll tell you." He said with a smile.
"Deal." John smiled and chuckled.
"I was an only child. My parents loved me and I loved them. We weren't rich, but we were okay. I seemed to have plenty of friends and played soccer in high school. For as long as I can remember, I always seemed to be more interested in guys than girls. In bookstores I found books and magazines about gays who came out and how their families and friends accepted and supported them. So, just after I turned 16, I told my parents I thought I was gay. BIG mistake! That's when my father made his speech. He said that was a fine way to thank them for what they did for me. They adopted me when I was a year old. I never knew that; they never told me. Now, this was the way I was paying them back for all they did for me. Dad then said they were obligated to provide for until I was 18 and they would honor that obligation. After that I was on my own. It took me a while to get over the shock of learning I was adopted. I can't begin to tell you all the emotions I felt. Life at home for the next two years was really strained. We barely spoke to each other. At least Mom was better than Dad about it, but she wasn't very forgiving either. So, about three weeks ago, September 25th, was my 18th birthday, and I was told to leave immediately. They were done with me. I took all the money I had and left. I even left most of my clothes at the house. I've been staying in a fleabag hotel until four days ago when my money ran out I was evicted. I've been trying to find a job but nobody seems to be hiring. I didn't know what to do. I was getting desperate and hungry. That's when I decided I could sell myself. You're my first trick." Jake looked up from the last piece of pizza he had been staring at while he told his story and John could see tears in Jake's eyes.
"Holy shit, Jake!" That was all John could think to say for about a minute. He wanted to say something encouraging to Jake but struggled to think what it might be. "It's hard to believe people can be so cruel. Listen Jake; I believe you are a nice person. I just met you and I like you already. You don't belong on the street; stay here tonight where you'll be safe. When the sun comes up tomorrow morning we'll put our heads together and see if we can find a solution. How about it?"
"John, I don't feel right imposing on you. You've been too nice to me already. How would I repay you?"
"A friend don't expect repayment when he helps a friends. I still can't get over how your parents could do what they did to you. How could they do that?"
"The church. They are pretty religious, devout. They are more into fear and guilt than love and forgiveness."
"Still, I find it hard to believe. Stay hear...please?"
"Okay. You've shot down all my reasons for leaving."
"I'll offer you the sofa or you can sleep with me. I promise not to bother you if you want to sleep in the bed."
"What if I'd like being bothered?"
"Your choice, I'm just saying my invitation has nothing to do with sex. I respect you." John thought for a moment before asking the question he had been wanting to ask for quite a while. "So, you said I am your first trick. Just how much experience DO you have...sexually, that is?"
Jake hesitated before answering. "You're it, John."
"No shit? You're a virgin!"
"Ouch. I hate the way you say that. And, I intend to change that as soon as I can. If we're finished here, can we go to bed? I sure would like to begin getting some experience." Jake was grinning from ear to ear as he said that.
"Sure." John grinned back. "We're finished hear. I'll clean this up in the morning." Both men stood up and Jake walked toward the bedroom, turning to make sure John was following him. "I like the right side if you're okay with the left side."
"That's exactly what I like." Jake replied as he pushed John's borrowed boxer briefs over his hips and let them fall to the floor then crawled onto the bed and lay on his back. He watched John walk around to the other side of the bed and remove his boxer briefs before crawling onto the bed along side him. They both lay quietly staring at the ceiling for a few minutes; the light was still on. "John?"
"Yeah?"
Jake rolled toward to his right, extended his left hand and wrapped it around John's semi-hard cock. "Ah!" John gasped and jumped, he was caught off guard, and his cock instantly reached full erection.
"My left hand has a lot of experience." Jake said as he began to slowly stroke John's prick. "Okay if I show you?"
"Uhhh...I couldn't stop you if I wanted to." John was able to get out of his mouth. "Mind if I join you?" He added as he rolled to his left and grabbed hold of Jake's already raging hardon.
"Uhhh!" Jake gasped as he felt John's hand begin to match him stroke for stroke. "Please do."
By now John and Jake were facing each other, their chests, thighs and legs touching as their hands worked on the two pricks in the small space between them. Within a very short period of time they were looking directly at each other and smiling. John slid his left hand behind Jake's head and brought their faces close until their lips touched. The kiss was soft and tender. Soon they were kissing with more passion but not yet with open mouths. The sexual tension that had existed since the moment Jake stepped into John's car, combined with the personal relationship they developed that evening, brought them both toward climax very quickly. The constant and steady rhythm of masturbation was working its magic. After about five minutes Jake reached the point of no return. His seed spurted from his tube sending cum all over John and himself. Before Jake could launch a second shot, John fired a volley of cum to join Jake's all over their chests and abdomen. When Jake's orgasm hit him he opened his mouth to shout. John took that opportunity to insert his tongue deep inside Jake's oral cavity and introduce it to Jake's tongue. Jake caught on quickly and joined in the oral festivities. They moaned and moaned into each other's mouths until their orgasm's subsided. Finally they released each other from their kiss and gasped for air. John's right hand traveled up to Jake's waist then over onto his back smearing cum as it went. Jake's left hand did the same to John and they held each other in a tender embrace, their cum mixing between them, chest to chest, belly to belly and crotch to crotch. Slowly John pulled back to look at Jake. Tears were streaming from Jake's eyes.
"What's wrong, Jake?" John asked softly with concern.
Jake did not answer immediately; first he gave John a short kiss on the lips. "That was wonderful. I can't believe how good it is. My imagination wasn't capable of reaching that level. I'm so happy! Thank you, John." Jake kissed John again and they lay together for several minutes, their bodies drinking in the feeling of closeness they were experiencing. Finally, Mr. Anan Retentive spoke.
"Jake, let's hop in the shower and clean up before we go to sleep."
"Yeah. Good idea."
They got out of bed and went into the bathroom. John again turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and stepped in. Jake followed. As they rinsed the cum off each other their cocks became hard again. Jake grabbed hold of John and began stroking and John retaliated by doing the same. Although they had unloaded their nuts just a few minutes earlier, they fired again less than five minutes after entering the shower. This time all the cum was washed down the drain and when they stepped out of the shower they were soft and exhausted. Back in bed, John turned the light off and rolled onto his right side. He felt Jake snuggle in behind him and slide his left hand under John's arm and hold onto his chest. Sleep quickly claimed Jake. John lay still for a while listening to Jake's heavy breathing and thinking how wonderful Jake's warmth felt on his back. Just before drifting off, John thought, 'What would it be like if Jake could stay here?'