Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 23:00:13 -0800 (PST) From: Ray Morales Subject: Heartache 05 This story continues where Heartache 04 left off in the story 'Heartache' in /High School/. Thanks to all who took the time to email me with their comments and encouragement. This story is fiction and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains no penetrative sexual acts between males YET and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk. Comments are welcomed and would be very much appreciated. ENJOY! Heartache 05 By Fjord The telephone in the hallway rang. "Jake, the phone..." "So..." "The phone's ringing, dickhead. Go and pick it up." He slowly disentangled himself from me and got up. The phone stopped ringing. Jake gave me a wry smile, quickly lay down next to me and embraced me. The phone started ringing again. "Fuck..." Jake muttered to himself as he leapt off the floor and ran out of the bedroom to answer the annoying interruption to our nice, warm and innocent coupling. I was lying on my back, looking at the ceiling past the Coldplay's posters, up, up and beyond, missing Jake's warm body next to mine. "Eric! It's your mum... She wants you to go home and do your chores now..." Jake shouted from the hallway. I grimaced and glanced at the clock. 11:00 am. My mum would be furious. Usually by this time I would have done all my regular Saturday house duties. I quickly got up and adjusted my appearance in the mirror. Jake stood at the doorway looking at me with his cute smile. "You look so good... I wanna kiss you and lick your ears... but you have to do your chores..." "We're not finished with the talk you know... and you also have your list of chores... I saw it on your fridge door..." I said to him with a grin. He groaned. I giggled and then gave him a long and deep kiss. "Bye and have fun being alone... I'll be next door." I said after I pulled my lips away from his and then slowly backed away. Jake was at the bedroom doorway with his blue eyes open in a daze and his mouth wet with my saliva. I turned and headed downstairs. "I'll miss you Eric..." He said to me longingly. I just continued heading downstairs. I had to go. I walked slowly down the stairs in a daze and suddenly found myself at the kitchen door. My right hand was gripping the doorknob hard. I could not make myself open the door. I felt a feeling of emptiness so vast followed by a crunching pain in my heart. I did not want to go home. I wanted to be with him. Quietly, I told myself I had to be strong, took a deep breath and opened the door. I went out of Jake's house and walked across to my house and went in through the backdoor. My mother and father were sitting at the kitchen table. They were obviously waiting for my appearance at the door. "Sorry mum. Sorry Dad. I overslept." "Are you wearing Jake's clothes?" Mum asked. No "good morning Eric" this morning. "Yeah." I answered quickly with my brain already answering the following question. "Why?" "I spilled something on my clothes last night." Good answer, I thought to myself. I did not lie and they would assume the something to be a beverage. "Were you two drinking last night or was it drugs?" "What?" I was surprised by the question. "Why would you think that we were doing that?" "Well, last night you left the backdoor open wide and wrote some Greek on the wrong side of the Postit note. I found it on the kitchen floor. From your note we barely managed to read `Jake' and `stay over'." "Oh, that..." I smiled as I said this. So, I told them about my plan to give Jake a scare last night and also of its successful execution. I could see some relief in their faces after I finished my PG-rated explanation. "Eric, next time make sure you close the door..." My Dad said with a grin. "Honey, you're not helping..." My Mom said and gave a quick slap on his shoulder. I could see a small smile at the corner of her mouth. She then turned to me and said, "Eric, we're just so worried. We were lucky nobody came and robbed us last night. Now that we know what happened, I'm glad we didn't go and check on you two last night." I was glad too. I was very, very grateful. They would want us to be drinking or doing drugs if they saw us kissing each last night. Man, I missed Jake so much already. "Sorry Mom, I was caught up in the moment I guess." I replied with my best sorry look. "Okay then, go finish your chores. Your dad and I are going to do some shopping." She said this and gave a glare to my Dad who was groaning loudly. "Okay Mum. Have fun Dad..." I said as my father groaned even louder. I chuckled as I made my way up to my room. When I got into my room, I closed the door and leaned on it. I closed my eyes and saw Jake's face. I was in love and this time it was not a foolish longing. Jake loved me too and I know he was suffering too. I opened my eyes and walked over to my bed and just plopped my body on it. I looked at the ceiling and saw Jake's face. I saw his smooth beautiful face. I saw his beautiful red lips. I saw his bright blue eyes. Man, I was in real deep. Previously, I could switch it on and off because I thought that Jake would never love me back. But last night he said he loved me. I felt so happy yet so sad. We could not express our love for each other publicly yet. It had to be kept a secret. I did not think both of us were ready to pay the price of exposure. We had to think of a system to go through the twelfth grade without anybody knowing our love. Unfortunately, this was not the time to think. I had to do my chores. I sat up on the edge of my bed and looked out the window. My heart felt a stab of pain as I saw him. My Jake was looking at me through his window. I missed him so much. I needed him. I wanted to hold him. I felt so helpless as our eyes met. He pressed his palms on the windowpane and I could read his lips saying "I love you" and "I miss you". He showed me a piece of yellow paper that was his list of chores. Then he smiled and gave me a flying kiss. I managed to smile back, caught his kiss with my right hand and pressed it to my heart , before he turned away, presumably to do his house duties. And then I had a scary thought. What if Mom and Dad looked out my window last night? Would they have seen us? Man, we really had to be careful next time. After thinking it through I decided they did not see us last night and next time we would make sure the curtains are down. With that out of my brain, I started to carry out my own Saturday labor. ***** When I finished all my chores, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Mom and Dad had not come back from the shopping mall. I was sweating from the work and decided to have a quick shower. After the refreshing shower, I toweled myself dry and just sat on my bed as naked as a jaybird. I had locked my bedroom door, if you wanted to know. Then I heard somebody trying to open my bedroom door. "Eric..." Jake called from outside my bedroom. "Open the door dammit..." I quickly went to open the door. I was totally naked and Jake was standing there and looking at me with his mouth open wide. His eyes were filled with lust. Quickly, he went in and closed the door, still staring at me. "Eric, you look so hot. You look so damn sexy. You should have closed the curtain. I ran over when I saw you. I want you so much," he said as he ran his hands all over my body. I got hard just listening to him. Then his hands reached my dick. He held it and gripped it and started to slowly stroke it with his right hand as his left played with my balls. I was helpless. I was extremely aroused and I wanted more but my logical thinking kicked in. "Jake... my parents are coming anytime." "I'll do this fast..." "Okay..." And with that reply uttered breathlessly, I surrendered and grabbed his head and kissed him. He kept on stroking my dick and I kissed him ever more deeply. "Jake... aaah.... have...aaah to be...aaah careful.... aaah... your clothes.... aaah... mess... aaah..." I barely managed to tell him as I looked at him in the eyes. He kept on stroking my dick. My dick was throbbing with pleasure. It felt so good when someone else was masturbating you. Especially when you loved that person and you had never imagined in you wildest dream that he would love you too. Suffice to say that I was going wild with pleasure and was bucking my hips like crazy trying to match Jake's stroking rhythm. I could feel myself coming and wanted to warn Jake but he suddenly dropped to his knees and to my surprise slipped my dick into his mouth. The warm velvety wetness that enveloped my dick made me reach the point of not return. Nothing could have kept me from coming, I'd tell you. So with a barely controlled scream I came. I ejaculated a few times, and then just collapsed on to the floor. I think Jake swallowed my cum. I did not see any traces of it on my body or on Jake's either after I recovered from that mind-blowing orgasm. So, I asked him, "Did you swallow?" "Yeah..." He said and licked his lips. "I licked it off you too. You passed out, you know." "We shouldn't have done it, Jake." I regretted saying this as it slipped out of my big mouth. Jake's expression suddenly changed. His face darkened. "I just wanted to show you how much I love you. Is that wrong?" He said this with his eyes staring hard at me. "Jake, That's not what I meant." "What did you mean then?" He asked. "I mean we haven't finished our talk. We haven't talked about sex yet." "So what? We had sex last night." "That was different. Nobody put somebody's dick in somebody's mouth." "You mean you didn't like it?" Jake said sarcastically. "Jake, come on. I'll admit it was good but we've not even discussed about it. We have to set some rules. I mean I've never done it before." "Are you saying that I'm a slut?" Jake asked as he started to move nearer to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Jake, come on. Be serious." He started to lick my ears and neck. "I am your toy boy, Eric. I am your slave boy," Jake whispered in my ears and my dick got hard again. It was official that I was a slut too. "Jake, let's talk about this first okay?" I said after I managed to separate my dick and my brain. Jake gave a deep sigh, nodded to me with a resigned smile and said softly, "Get dressed sexy boy before I change my mind. I'm just so crazy about you." I got dressed quickly while Jake sat on the bed and stared. I could see his bulging dick through his cut-off jeans. I was decently dressed with a tight fitting sky blue tee shirt and khaki shorts with no underwear when I went to close the curtain. The room went slightly dark so I went to switch my study table lamp on. The warm orange glow made Jake look even more beautiful. I went to and lay down on my bed. Jake proceeded to lie down next to me. I grabbed his left hand with my right and our fingers intertwined. "Jake, wanna start with masturbation?" I asked softly. "Okay," Jake said and his right hand snaked inside my shorts to grab my dick. "Ha, Ha! You know that's not what I mean," I said and rolled my eyes upwards. Jake ruefully took his naughty hand away and lay down again. "What then?" "Jake, our first step will be masturbation. Second, mutual masturbation. Third, will be fellatio. Fourth, will be mutual fellatio. The last will be anal sex." "Eric baby, you make it sound so unsexy." "Alright then. First, I'll wank you until you come and then you do the same to me. Second, we'll wank each other until we come together. Third, you suck my cock until I come and then I suck yours until you come. Fourth, we'll do a sixty-nine until we come and lastly, I get to fuck your ass and then I'll decide whether I'll let you fuck mine," I said to Jake as his smile got bigger and bigger. "Okay, dude," he said with a big grin. "We'll do the first and second tonight at your place," I whispered into his left ear. He smiled shyly, turned his face towards me and asked, "What about the third?" "Depends on what happens tonight. There's no rush," I answered him with a mischievous smile. "I can't wait," Jake said to me as he kissed me on the lips. "Now that we have that covered, let's talk about how we're gonna keep US a secret," I said to Jake after he stopped kissing me. "I guess we'll just act normal. You know, just hang out with our friends like usual. Its gonna be hard but I think I can do it," Jake replied. "Yeah. We only have Math and Science together. The rest of the classes we are apart," I said and sighed. Jake gave me a lovesick look and said, "Who am I kidding? Its gonna be hell not being with you at school. I barely managed to finish my chores today. We were like together the whole night and I still can't get enough of you." "We have to be strong Jake. You know I love you and I know you love me. Even if we can't express it in front of everybody we do know it and that should be enough. And we do have some weekends and the coming spring break for ourselves," I said as I started to embrace Jake and bury my face in his neck. He embraced me back tightly. "Hmmm, that feels good Eric. I like hugging you," Jake said to me with his eyes closed. I felt real good too. "Knock! Knock!" There was somebody knocking on my bedroom door, which made us jumped off the bed in a fright. Luckily the floor is carpeted and muffled our landing. "Eric, are you awake? Call Jake and tell him to have dinner here tonight. I'm cooking extra." Mom shouted through my locked door (thankfully!). "Oh! Jake's in here Mom. We were just coming down." "Good. I'll be downstairs cooking. I'll need some help." Mom was saying this as she was going down the stairs. Both of us went to the mirror and made ourselves presentable. Just before I stepped out of the door Jake grabbed me from behind and hugged me tight. Of course his dick was pressing against my ass. It was hard. I stepped back and closed the door again and Jake started to suck on my neck. "Jake, no hickies..." I said to warn him and he started to nibble my left earlobe. "Okay, this is the plan Jake. You go down first and go straight to your house and I'll follow you later. Okay?" I said to him as he continued to hug me tight. Then, he let me go, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay. Let's do this." 'Okay. Go Jake..." I told him. Jake slipped past me, opened the door and walked out. I stayed back and waited as I heard Jake's steps going downstairs. "Hi, Mrs. C. Bye Mrs. C." I could hear Jake helloing and goodbyeing my Mom in the living room. My Mom replied, "Nice try, Jay. Come help me carry these stuff into the kitchen first before you go." I smiled to myself as I heard Jake's groan at the name 'Jay'. He hated that name and my Mom knew it. It was part of their usual banter. I knew both of them liked each other very much. My Mom thought of him as my elder brother, although I was just a few months younger. If she had known about us then it would be like incest. Well, as planned I went downstairs afterwards, helped Mom a bit and then excused myself to see Jake. Dad was nowhere to be seen. He did not like cooking. He was probably in the garage pretending to tinker with his Harley. I restrained myself from running and walked steadily to Jake's house backdoor. It was open. I went in and locked the door. As I walked to the bottom of the stairs I felt blood rushing to my face. I was getting hot. Love fever, I thought. "Jake!" I called out. "Eric!" he replied from upstairs. I could hear running steps and then he appeared at the top of the stairs. I ran up the stairs and gave him a tight hug. He buried his face in my neck and hugged me back so tightly it felt as if we were one body. "So you missed me too huh?" he said after we separated from our tight embrace. Jake looked so handsome. He was wearing his black Dockers with a black Adidas collared tee shirt with two white stripes on the shoulders and arms. His hair was parted in the middle with some of his hair hanging down framing his face. His blue eyes were bright and his smile was breathtaking. His blue eyes captivated me. And by the way, he loved me too. "You're dressing up for me?" I teased him. "I thought you'd like it. I." "Yeah, you thought right. Anyway, we're going to see some friends at the mall tonight." "We are? You're kidding right? Eric, I just want you for myself tonight." "We're going to the park. Just us two but we'll tell my parents that we're going to the mall." I explained my simple plan to him. "Man, you hate lying. I am a such bad influence on you." "Yup. You are an influence in bed too. Tonight especially." "Dude, I just can't wait. Let's get this over with." "That's set then. Let's go have dinner and later make out at the park, pretty boy." "You're the pretty boy. I wanna kiss you first. Please Eric." I did not answer him and just leaned towards him and kissed him. He kissed me back softly and then opened his mouth. I instinctively opened mine too and our tongues met again. This time we took our time exploring our soft velvety inner mouths. I did not want it to end. We were wild with passion and kept on kissing for long minutes at a time. Pausing short enough to get some air. "Jake, baby. We gotta go." I made the conscious decision to stop. His eyes were shining bright with passion and lust as he licked my lips. It was so hard to stop kissing him. I could not explain the taste of his mouth on mine. It was so addictive. Finally, Jake stopped kissing me and I just held on to him and buried my face into his neck. He did the same to me. With his warm wet lips still in contact with my neck Jake mumbled, "I think we better go...." And so I reluctantly stepped backwards grabbed his right hand with my left and led him downstairs. At the kitchen door I let go of his hands and both of us inspected each other of any tell tale signs of what were doing just now. No hickies. No saliva trails. Hair all right. Everything was fine. Nobody would suspect a thing. We hoped. As we entered my house through the backdoor my Mom looked at Jake and me and then gave me a stern look. "Eric, look at Jake. He's an example of a well brought up boy. You look scruffy next to him. Go and change to something suited for dinner." I knew when not to argue with Mom and brought both my arms in surrender and said, "Okay, Mom. I'll get changed." Jake quietly followed me but he did not have a chance in hell to escape Mom. "Jake, help me set up the table." Mom called to Jake. Jake rolled his eyes upwards as I looked at him with a grin. He made a quick about turn and headed to the kitchen with an exaggerated slump of his shoulders. During dinner we had some excellent spaghetti with meatballs, some lasagna, Caesar's salad and then ice cream for dessert. Mom and Dad asked Jake about his football games, his studies and the weekend trip his parents went to. Jake did not mind answering the barrage of questions. I thought that he secretly liked the attention from my parents. His parents were nice people but did not demand too much from him. Mr. and Mrs. A were from the Woodstock generation where 'love is all you need' ruled their family life. I was mercifully left out of the conversation. We did not play footsies. It was not worth the risk. After dinner, I told my parents that we would be hanging out with some friends at the mall. Jake drove (because he had a car and poor me did not) and we went to the park as planned. On the way we just held hands. When we arrived at the park, he parked the car at a very secluded corner. "Nobody will see us here." "Are you sure Jake?" "Yeah. Cynthia gave me a blow job here last summer and nobody heard my scream I tell ya..." "What?" I exclaimed in shock. "Are you jealous, Eric?" Jake asked playfully. "What the fuck did you tell me that for?" "Coz I was thinking of you all the time she was sucking me. It was so good. I was fingering her all the time too." Jake replied with a mischievous smile, oblivious to the negative effect of that piece of information had on me. "Why are you telling me all this?" I asked him. "I was thinking of fingering your tight asshole the whole time dude. Man that was so crazy. Cynthia was squirming like mad and all I was thinking was your ass and your mouth on my dick." "Maybe I'll do that with Justine next time!" I said angrily. "Huh?!" I got his attention now. "You know Justine the girl I'm 'going out' with." "Don't play with me Eric. I don't want anybody else touching you now. That was then." "How are we suppose to act normal if we stop going out with girls, huh?" I said sarcastically. I wanted him to hurt. "Yeah, but you're not going to make out with her, right?" "Well, lets see." I paused for effect and said, "Of course. I'll pretend that she was you!" "I can't believe you're jealous. It happened fucking last year! Come on Eric, I thought we were here to make out!" "I thought so too, but your Cynthia was at the same spot I am now last time remember?" "This is so fucking unbelievable," Jake said exasperatedly as he shook his head. "Yes Jake, and it was in the same fucking car and in the same fucking seat too!" "Shit, Eric. I thought I was the emotional one! Get a grip!" He shouted at me and went out of the car. The fucker slammed his door shut and walked away from the car. I stayed in the car and fumed quietly. He fucking deserved my anger. I hated him for bringing up his past sexual conquests. And he said last night that it was just kissing and groping. I remembered feeling so much pain watching him flirting with girls while I was pining for him from afar. Now that I had him, he brought up that painful subject and I just could not handle it. I mean they were fucking in this car and at the exact spot. And all the time he said he was thinking of me. Well, what if he was not? Who cared anyway? Fucking hell! I cared! I began to understand why I was feeling this way. I did my share of flirting with girls too but it never got anywhere other then kissing and groping. And all the time I was thinking of Jake. That bitch Cynthia gave him a blowjob while he fucked her with his fingers. How could I believe that he was thinking of me then? My logic told me that was impossible. What I felt was not betrayal. It was love, jealousy, anger and confusion all mixed up in a tornado of emotion. I believed that he loved me but at this moment I just wanted to hurt him. I could not stand it anymore and therefore got out of the car and into the darkness of the park. I slammed the car door shut. I had to think some more. I had to make some sense out of this. I decided to go to my favorite spot under that nameless tree. And guess what? I missed Jake already. to be continued... Well, I hope you like this story. Tell me you like or no like or whatever. Email me at fyiord@yahoo.com.