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My Lover First 04
Life settled into a daily routine. John left for work as normal and on Wednesday through Saturday, Jake worked from 8:00 AM to 2:00 PM. On Mondays and Tuesdays, Jake took care of the laundry and cleaned the apartment. He wasn't a professional at it and it showed. But he at least tried. Jake also began looking for an art school or art academy where he might continue his training. Jake always had some kind of meal waiting when John got home. Jake was happy to be around John and, likewise, John found himself hurrying home to be with Jake. John even got into the habit of calling when he finished with his last client so Jake would have a good idea about when he would arrive home.
There seemed to be only one fly in the ointment. After living together for about 10 weeks, Jake was becoming impatient. He wanted to lose his virginity but John was reluctant. Their lovemaking was satisfying for both men but Jake wanted more than hand-jobs and blowjobs. Eventually, the impatience of youth began to press Jake into action. Instant gratification wasn't fast enough. Everything seemed to come to a head one Saturday afternoon when Jake got home from work at about 2:15 PM. John was just getting ready to leave for the office to take care of an emergency for one of his clients. There's nothing like creating a scene when one of the parties is at a disadvantage.
"Where you going, John?" Jake asked. John could hear the edge on Jake's voice.
"I have to run to the office for about an hour. I'll be back as quick as I can."
"Will we do it then?" Jake asked.
"Do what?"
"I want you to take me, John." Jake paused. "Today!" Jake added emphatically.
"Let's talk about it when I get back. This is not a good time."
"Do you love me, John?"
"You know I do." John replied with total seriousness.
"Then say it." Jake stared at John. "Say it, I love you Jake."
John opened his mouth to speak but the words stuck in his throat. He loved Jake with all his heart. He just couldn't bring himself to say the words. That was the same thing that happened with Allen years ago.
"I have to go, Jake. Let's talk about it when I get back." John turned and walked out the door.
About an hour and a half later John returned to the apartment. "Jake?" He called when he entered. There was no answer. "Jake?" He called again as he checked in the bedroom and bathroom. Still there was no answer. As he stood looking around the living room, he saw a piece of paper on the table. He picked it up and began reading.
"John. I love you. I don't think you love me. I'll be back some day to get my things."
"NOOOO!" John shouted. "YOU FUCKING FOOL. YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN." John grabbed his keys and almost flew out the door. He began driving up and down the streets of the neighborhood thinking, hoping Jake would be walking close by. He went to the sandwich shop and asked if Jake had been there. "No," the manager said; they hadn't seen Jake since he left at 2:00 PM. The manager did say Jake had seemed a little depressed all day but when asked if he was okay he said he was. John continued driving up and down the streets. He expanded the area of his search. Jake didn't have a car so he would probably have to walk unless he caught a ride somehow. It was getting dark and John was beginning to panic. He pulled over the curb, turned on the overhead light, picked up Jake's note and read it again.
"John. I love you. I don't think you love me. I'll be back some day to get my things. I'm going to try to find someone who will love me and prove it."
John read that last sentence for the first time. When he read the note the first time he must have stopped reading too soon. 'Where would he go to do that?' John thought. "Oh no! He couldn't!" John yelled out loud to himself. He threw Jake's note toward the passenger door and pulled the car away from the curb headed north. Driving up the street, he was so nervous his right foot was shaking so badly he could barely control his speed. He engaged the cruise control if for no other reason than to avoid getting pulled over for erratic driving. He didn't need to cause any delay. Then he heard Allan's admonishment of years ago, "Learn to get in touch with and feel your emotions or you will live a lonely existence." Allan was right.
Finally! Santa Monica Boulevard! It was a "NO LEFT TURN" intersection so he crossed the street and circled around the next block making right turns so he could turn right onto Santa Monica. He found himself in a clump of traffic that seemed to be in no hurry to get anywhere. His nervousness intensified. The section of the Boulevard he was interested in was just ahead. He began to see young men standing along the sidewalk. THERE! JUST AHEAD NEXT TO THE CURB. IT WAS JAKE. John was right on the tail of the car in front of him, ready to pull to the curb but that car pulled over and stopped directly in front of Jake. There was no room for John to park. The window of the other car rolled down and Jake stepped up to talk to the driver. John stopped in the drive lane, placed the transmission in park, opened the door, placed his left foot on the pavement and stood up, his right foot still inside his car.
"JAKE! NO! DON'T"
Jake pulled his head out of the car window, raised up and stared at John for about ten seconds then bent over again and continued talking to the driver.
"JAKE...I LOVE YOU JAKE!" There! John said it. The words didn't stick in his throat this time. Jake again pulled his head out of the car window and stared at John. Just then the other driver put his car in gear and pulled away, squealing his tires. He either lost his patience or his nerve. John didn't care which. Jake had to jump back onto the curb to prevent getting his toes run over. Jake stared at John for a few seconds then began walking toward him. John stepped away from the car, closed the door and began walking toward Jake. They met in front of John's car and wrapped each other in an embrace.
"Say it again." Jake asked.
"I love you Jake. I love you Jake. I love you Jake." Car horns were honking all over the place, even those going the opposite direction. Some were honking because John's car was blocking a lane of traffic but most were honking approval of two guys standing in the street hugging each other, illuminated by the headlight of John's car.
"Take me home...please." Jake asked.
"Get in the car." John said as he released Jake. They got in the car and John drove, more calmly now, back to the apartment. Neither man spoke. At one point Jake gently laid his hand on top of John's upper thigh, letting his fingers slide down onto John's inner thigh. His hand was not touching John's equipment but soon the heat from Jake's hand radiated throughout John's groin and set it on fire. John's cock was so hard it ached. He drove a little faster. When they reached the apartment building John practically dragged Jake up the stairs and into the apartment. As the door closed and locked behind them John grabbed Jake and kissed him so passionately Jake had difficulty breathing. Without breaking the kiss, John began frantically helping Jake out of his clothes. Jake took the hint and started pulling John's clothing off. When they were down to their boxer briefs John took Jake's hand and led him into the bedroom and almost threw him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. After about five minutes of kissing and feeling each other's bodies John slid Jake's boxer briefs over his hips, down his legs and off his feet. The briefs landed somewhere across the room. Next, John rapidly removed his own boxer briefs and sent them flying. John then lay next to Jake so they were both on their sides looking at each other. John reached down and pulled Jake's left leg up over his hip and around his waist. This exposed Jake's anus for whatever John wanted to do to it.
"This is going to hurt." John said softly.
"I know." Jake replied with acceptance. "But John, it isn't fatal. If it were, there would be gay cadavers littering the streets of West Hollywood."
The visual image of that was too much for John. He began to chuckle. Then he laughed and Jake began to laugh with him.
"Okay, smart ass; you got me there." John said then rolled over and got the K-Y from the bed table. He rolled back to Jake and repositioned him as he was before. John squirted some jell onto the fingers of his right hand and placed them against Jake's rosebud. Very slowly he began to tenderly stroke Jake's opening. He could tell Jake was very tight and nervous. Slowly he stroked. Each time his middle finger caressed Jake's pucker Jake moaned. The more he stroked, the more jell he worked into Jake's hole. John added more jell and continued stroking. After about ten minutes, John felt Jake's hole begin to relax to the massaging. Just the tip of his middle finger found entry. After a little more jell and a few more strokes Jake opened and invited John's middle finger inside. As John's finger slid inside, Jake inhaled deeply but he did not protest. John withdrew his finger, added more jell, and massaged Jake's opening a little more then inserted two fingers. He felt Jake's body become tense but he kept his fingers inside. He began to slowly finger fuck Jake's anus. Jake quickly became comfortable with the feeling inside him and relaxed; he wanted this. John felt it necessary to insert a third finger. This time Jake barely noticed. He was ready. John rolled Jake onto his back, slid between his legs and lifted Jake's knees up toward his chest. John carefully guided the head of his precum-coated cock in contact with Jake's entrance.
"I'm sorry Jake, I love you." John said softly and applied pressure against Jake's anus. His head slid in easily and Jake took it silently, his eyes closed. Having crossed that threshold, John decided to get it over with quickly. He bent over and covered Jake's mouth with his and over a period of about six seconds smoothly fed his entire 6 and 1/2 inches all the way to the hilt. Jake's eyes opened wide then slammed tightly shut. He tried to scream but all that escaped was, "MMMMMMMMMMM, hhhhhhh (as he inhaled), MMMMMMMMMMM, hhhhhhhh, MMMMMMMMMMMM. Then he was silent. John removed his mouth from Jake's and whispered again in his ear. "I'm sorry, so sorry." Jake held tightly to John as if to make sure he would not get away. He was breathing, gasping rapidly. Slowly the pain subsided. Then it began to feel better, then good. John could feel Jake's body relax and he knew the worst was over when Jake held his face with both hands and kissed him. A few moments later Jake began moving his body and pressing his heals against John's rump indicating he was ready to be loved. John moved slowly at first. A few moments later, Jake found out he had a prostate. He didn't know what it was but he knew it felt good when John touched it and he wanted more. After only two strokes of his prostate, Jake shot cum everywhere. John was a long way off but when he tried to withdraw to give Jake some recovery time Jake wouldn't let him go. Instead, he urged John to continue. The two lovers settled into a beautiful demonstration of affection. The passion built with each stroke. At last they were making love with each other. Jake was no longer a virgin. He was happy. He always wanted to know what it would feel like to have another man inside him and now he knew. He loved it. John's methodical, rhythmic thrust began to get faster. His climax was fast approaching; he could not stop it, and did not even try. A yell of joy escaped his lungs as his sperm filled the insides of his lover. Jake wasn't sure, but he thought he could feel the hot semen coating the insides of his gut and he released another load of his seed between him and his love. John collapsed but managed to support himself with his elbows so his full weight did not crush Jake while Jake's exhausted legs fell from John's body. When his strength returned, John rolled them onto their sides and they held each other tenderly. As the two lovers lay together, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, their feelings merged and they became one and were at peace. Suddenly a noise broke the spell. That noise was the sound of Jake's stomach growling
"Is your little tummy hungry?" John said in a baby like voice while he kissed Jake's forehead and placed his hand on Jake's abdomen. "Yuck!" John exclaimed. "We're a mess...but a loving mess. Let's get cleaned up and think about dinner."
"Can we just have soup and sandwiches? I don't want to go out and the idea of someone knocking on our door doesn't appeal to me."
"Sounds good to me, Babe. You're the sandwich boy."
They got out of bed and into the shower. As usual, they enjoyed washing each other's bodies.
"Ah, J?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm leaking."
"Whata you mean?"
"Your cum is leaking out of my ass and running down my leg. It feels sexy." Jake laughed.
"Turn around and bend over. I'll see if I can help you clean up." Jake did and when John used his middle and index fingers to open Jake's hole, most of his cum drained out and was washed down the drain. John used soap to make sure Jake was clean.
In the kitchen, John opened a can of soup and began heating it as Jake prepared the sandwiches. When dinner was ready they sat down at the table wearing only their boxer briefs and smiled at each other constantly.
"I've been a fucking fool, Jake. Forgive me?"
"Seems to me I see two of a kind in this apartment. I forgive you if you forgive me." Jake reached out with his left hand and squeezed John's right hand.
"I almost died when I read your note. I guess I hadn't really understood the depth of your desire. And, when I thought you might get in that car with that guy my heart fell into my stomach. I'm glad you didn't."
"Well, I wasn't having a very successful evening. I kept turning down offers. Some of them were pretty good, too."
"What stopped you?"
"I kept looking for someone like you...and there isn't anyone else like you. Since the moment I stepped into your car I've wanted you to be the one. I didn't know all this until I went looking. Do you suppose I'm growing up?"
"Jeez, I hope not. I need your youth to keep me on my toes." They laughed with each other.
After placing the dishes in the dishwasher they snuggled up on the sofa and channel surfed for something to watch. After about two hours, Jake slid his hand up the leg of John's boxer briefs and began to fondle John's penis.
"Hey, old man. Think you can get it up one more time tonight?" Jake said with a chuckle and a grin on his face.
"Who you calling an old man? You teenager, you." John replied as his cock began to fill with blood. "I've been wondering just how long it would take you to start something. This old man is ready to show you just how good he really is." John said as he clicked off the TV and started to get up.
The rest of the evening was consumed by a long session of lovemaking. Several times Jake approached orgasm and John would slow down or stop and let Jake pull away from the brink until finally Jake asked, begged for release. When they were finished, John got a washcloth and cleaned the cum from Jake's body then they spooned together and Jake fell asleep quickly. John lay quietly, holding Jake in his arms, mapping out the next few years of their lives together. He thought about asking Jake to be his life partner but Jake was so young. He might need to sow his oats. After all, John had been with a few guys; that's how he knew Jake was the one man for him. He decided to go slowly and let Jake lead the way. Another concern was getting Jake covered under his company's health care plan. That would be a significant event. John was not 'out' at the company. Applying for health coverage for Jake would certainly change that. John concluded that the fact the company had such a policy probably meant it was at least gay tolerant. Jake meant too much to him not to take the risk. He would do it Monday.