Date: Fri, 2 May 2003 06:22:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ray Morales <fyiord@yahoo.com>
Subject: Heartache 06

This story continues where Heartache 05 left off in the story 'Heartache'
in /High School/.

Sorry for the long delay.

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 06
By Fjord

My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness with some help from the silvery
moonlight. After a while, on my own, blanketed by night, I saw the beauty
of the park in the moon lit night. I began to calm down. My anger ebbed. I
thought about the events that had led me here and then felt so maddeningly
stupid. I had swapped my brain cells for jealousy. I had no right to judge
Jake based on what happened last year. I had no reason at all to be angry
about it. He told me he loved me last night. Not the night that he did the
stuff he did with that bit... sorry, girl, last year. He was right. I had
to get a grip on the situation. He loved me. I loved him and that was what
counted.

"But what if he liked doing it with Cynthia?" A faint voice echoed in my
brain. Gosh! The pain came back again.

It felt like a razor thin steel knife was stuck in my heart. The knife had
jagged edges that would rip my heart to shreds if I tried to pull it
out. All this was because of Jake's stupid big mouth. Of all the time to
tell me of that stupid thing he did with Cynthia it had to be tonight.

I remembered feeling madly jealous when Jake was going out with her last
year. She was a hot looking girl and she definitely knew it too. Bitch.

"He loves me. And I love him," I said softly to myself finally. I had to
believe that. Otherwise, what was the point of all this pain? With that
settled, I wiped my tears away and got up and started to walk to the car.

********

Jake was sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the car's
front passenger door. His right leg was stretched on the ground with his
left bent towards him. He was looking downwards with his right hand flat on
his outstretched leg and the other hand on his left knee. I stopped walking
about ten feet away from him. He did not notice me there observing him. His
blond hair looked so different in the moonlight. He looked beautiful even
then.

"Jake," I called out to him softly.

He looked up at me. I could see that he had been crying. He had a glum
expression on his face. He looked down again, not making any move to get
up. He was pissed and looked like he needed to let it out. Things could not
go back to "I love you Eric" and "I love you too Jake" without some sort of
confrontation. It was a tense situation. I had to begin the peace talk. It
was my fault in most ways, anyhow. So I walked nearer to the slumped figure
of my boyfriend. Well, if he still wanted me to be his boyfriend. I
believed he did. As I got closer to him, he got up suddenly and went around
the car to the driver side. He got in and slammed the door. I sighed. He
was not going to let this go easily. I got in the car and closed the door.

I looked at him sideways. He was staring ahead, not wanting to look at me,
his love. His expression was grim with his jaw clenched and his hands were
gripping the steering wheel hard.

"Jake, I'm sorry," I said to him softly, still looking at him.

"Fuck you," he said harshly.

"Please Jake, I'm really sorry. I overreacted. I was just stupidly
jealous. I was wrong, okay," I said, pleading with him.

"I'm not talking to you. You're just a fucking asshole." This time he
looked at me when he replied, again in harsh voice.

"I was jealous, okay. You were right," I said calmly but my anger began to
mount. At the moment he was the asshole. The asshole that I happened to
love.

"Fuck you Eric. If you wanted to hurt me just stab me with an ice pick or
something," he said softly.

"Jake, please forgive me, okay. I was caught off guard. I guess I wasn't
ready to know all that stuff. I'm sorry and I didn't mean what I said about
Justine." I saw him flinch slightly at the name "Justine".

"You hurt me, man. I'm sorry I told you about Cynthia." I winced
inwardly. "But that still did not give you the right to hurt me, Eric."

"I love you, Jake. I know you love me too. We'll work this out."

"I don't think so. I don't think I love you anymore," he said coldly. His
eyes stared into the darkness outside the car.

I was stunned to say the least. My heart sank and the whole world just
became dark. The moon hid behind some dark clouds right on cue. And man,
the pain in my heart. It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed my heart
and squeezed it hard. I could not breathe. The words were like poison and
there was no antidote.

"Jake, you don't mean that..." I said in a whisper. A lone tear that rolled
down my right cheek signaled the torrent that was to come. I looked at Jake
and his eyes were wet with tears.

"Of course I didn't mean it, Eric. But I bet your heart felt like it had
been stabbed a thousand times. Well, that's the pain you gave me," he
replied while crying quietly. "Both can play the pain game Eric. How do you
like it?"

Not hearing a word he said, I pleaded with him, "You can't mean it Jake..."

"I didn't mean it Eric," he said again but all I could hear was those
hurtful words ringing in my ears.

"Don't leave me Jake...." I said to him in desperation.

"Eric, I didn't mean it, okay," Jake said to me with real concern in his
voice. He was panicking. This time I heard him but I continued
crying. Those hurtful words still lingered.

"I just wanted to hurt you. Oh God, I'm so sorry. I love you, Eric. God,
this is so hard. I don't want to lose you. I didn't mean it Eric,
please. I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean it. I love you. Please listen to
me. Please..." Jake said in anguish while grabbing my left shoulder hard.

I did not speak. My feelings were in turmoil. I felt like punching his
pretty face for being such a heartless and thoughtless bastard. But I knew
that it would make things worse. I had to do something. Anything.

Quietly, I got out of the car. Jake asked where I was going and not to
leave him but I kept quiet. I closed the door, went around the car and open
the driver's door. Jake looked at me with a puzzled expression. I took his
left hand and pulled him out of the car. We had to get out of this hole we
dug ourselves in, I thought.

"Follow me," I said to him. He paused to lock his car before we went
together towards my favorite thinking spot. Both of us kept quiet all the
way. The touch of our hands was the only way of communication. His hand was
warm to the touch and his grip was just the right pressure on my hand. The
contact had a calming effect on us.

We did not want to fight any more. This was clear to both of us. Silence
was the best policy at the moment. Whatever we said would get us deeper
into the hole we were in.

"Let's sit down," I said to him when we were under the big tree.

We sat down, cross-legged Red Indian style, on the ground facing each
other. We held each other's gaze as silence enveloped us. The moonlight
brought a surreal yet beautiful glow in his eyes. The color of his eyes had
turned grayish blue. In my whole life with Jake, which was about three
years with a few months added, I had never seen his eyes look like that. It
was hauntingly beautiful. I loved this boy and yet I had hurt him
intentionally. I knew it was wrong but I had liked the feeling of having
power over him when I hurt him. It felt sickeningly good. If I did not love
him then he would be at my mercy. I could use him like a rag doll and dump
him in the trash bin when the seams broke and the soft fillings came out.

However, the truth was, we were both at each other's mercy. He could hurt
me too and he did.

"How are we going to make it, Eric?" Jake asked the question that had been
hanging above our heads.

"We will make it," I said to him.

"How? Last night when I knew you loved me too, I was in heaven. This
morning, when I could not find you I just panicked and I was in hell. I
thought I had lost you and that everything that happened was just a
dream. But when I found you sleeping there, like an angel, I was in heaven
again. And tonight you said things that hurt me and I returned to hell. I
just wanted to get back at you."

I did not know what to say and so just looked at him. I decided to let him
do all the talking for the moment. But he also stopped talking.

After a minute or two staring at each other, I said to him, "We have to
remember that we love each other, I guess. If we hang on to that, I think
we'll be okay."

"I guess so but its so hard, Eric. I'm sorry about what I told you about
Cynthia. I guess I haven't got used to you being my boyfriend. I usually
talked to the other guys about girls and how I scored with them. It's a
jock thing you know, " Jake said as I looked at him.

"We're best friends, Jake. How come you never told me about all that?" I
asked him.

"I did tell you that I made out with Cynthia."

"You didn't tell me the whole story. I mean blowjobs and fingers...?"

"I couldn't because you would not have liked me if I did. Right? And you've
never asked anyway. You just clammed up everytime I talked about girls."

"You're probably right. But why on earth did you tell me about Cynthia
tonight? And in graphic description too. I can still see her head bobbing
up and down on your dick, even now."

"I was nervous and since I knew you loved me I didn't think I should keep
any secrets from you anymore."

I was silent. I dropped my gaze and all I could see was Jake's legs and
knees and his hands. I looked up at him and saw that he was looking
downwards.

"Jake, look at me." I said to him as I grabbed his hands.

Jake looked at me and squeezed my hands gently.

"I'm sorry for being such a jealous dickhead. I had no right to be angry
with you. You'll forgive me?" I said to him.

"You saw Jerry Maguire, right. Well, you had me when you said you love me
last night. I forgive you but I'm still a bit mad at you, " Jake said with
a twinkle in his eyes.

I felt a warm glow when I heard Jake's modified version of that corny line
from Jerry Maguire.

"Eric, I'm sorry too when I said that I.... you know... what I had said
just now about me not... you know... me lying about not loving you
anymore... I'm sorry... It hurt like hell just saying those words. I can't
imagine what you felt," Jake continued talking still looking at me in the
eyes.

I wanted to say, "Well what if I told you I didn't love you anymore.", but
I held my tongue in check. He did not mean it. He was mean though, for
saying those hurtful words. Just as mean as I had been when I said those
stuff about getting Justine to blow me.

"You're forgiven but next time just pull out my nose hair or
something. That would be less painful," I told him.

Jake burst out giggling. I did too. It was one of those painful yet funny
moments.

Then we were quiet again. Just enjoying the first few minutes of
forgiveness and reinforced love for each other. It felt like the slate had
been wiped clean.

"Jake, I know you're still mad at me but you still wanna make out right?" I
broke the quiet moment with a loaded question.

I saw a small smile from Jake although in his eyes the dying embers of his
anger still remains.

"Yeah, of course.," Jake said with a wicked grin, in reply.

"You must really love me," I said.

"Yeah... guess so," he replied, smiling shyly.

"Now you know that I'm just a jealous shithead," I said.

"You're my jealous shithead boyfriend. So let me kiss your jealousy away,
pretty boy," Jake said and moved closer to kiss me.

Our lips met as Jake leaned over and wrapped his arms around me. I embraced
him and leaned backwards to lie down on the ground with our lips still
locked in a gentle yet passionate kiss. I felt his tongue licking my lips
and instinctively I opened my mouth to greet his warm and slick tongue with
my own. As our tongue touched and wrestled I felt that deep hunger again
for becoming one with Jake. It felt like our soul melted into each
other. It was heavenly and beautiful and yet was just plain unbridled human
passion. I found my hands getting under his shirt, as I wanted more
skin-to-skin contact. My hands roamed all over his back. I felt his hardon
poking into my crotch through his pants and my own cock responding in
earnest. Warning bells rang in my head as we started to grind onto each
other's crotch. Unwillingly, I pushed Jake gently off me. Jake rolled off
me, onto his side. With his head resting on his right hand, he looked at me
and smiled.

"That was close, dude. We'll have a lot of explaining to do with cum all
over out pants," Jake stated the obvious.

"Let's save it for tonight, horny boy. What time is it?" I asked, still
panting from the kiss. I did not have a watch, as I did not like wearing
one.

"11:42 Saturday night in Portland," Jake answered. (I bet this answered a
lot of questions out there too :))

We were two crazy kids out in the cold, cold night.

"We gotta go back. Man, it's getting real cold." My turn to state the
obvious.

Jake got up and pulled me off the ground. We dusted off the dirt off each
other.

"Let's run to the car. Might warm us up a bit," Jake suggested. So we
started running and as usual it became a championship race. Jake might be a
good quarterback but running was my sport. So the champ reached the car
first with the car key bearer lagging just slightly behind. When Jake
reached the car, I looked around to make sure the coast was clear before
kissing him full in the mouth.

"I love you," I said to him after reluctantly pulling my lips away from
his. He just smiled, ruffled my hair and pinched my nose.

"Love you too, pretty boy," Jake replied. He was still smiling when he went
around the car to open the door. He got in the driver's seat as I slid into
the passenger seat next to him.

And with happy, smiling faces we went home. We did not talk much on the way
home.

********

Finally we arrived at our houses.

Jake switched off the engine and looked at me. I loved looking into his big
blue eyes.

"So, what's the plan tonight?" He asked with his eyes fixed on mine.

"Well, my parents would be a tad suspicious if I slept over your place
again tonight. I mean, last night they thought we were on drugs, man. And
we can't do it in my house. We'll wake Mom and Dad with your moaning," I
told Jake.

"Geez, dude. You mean we'd have to wait until next weekend. My parents are
coming back tomorrow. You know that," Jake said in a desperate tone.

"Don't worry, man... I'll sneak in later after they've gone to sleep," I
replied with a smile, "It's my first escape from home. He he he. I'll slip
back in the house very early morning. Nobody would notice me gone."

Jake punched me lightly on my shoulder and said, "I don't moan." I just
grinned.

No kissing allowed in the car in front of my house. So I just winked at him
as I got out of the car.

I walked up to the front door, opened the door and got in. Just as I was
closing the door, I heard my Mom calling out my name from upstairs.

"Eric, is that you?" My Mom called out.

"No, Mom. Its your friendly neighborhood burglar coming for a midnight
visit," I replied while locking the front door.

"Well, friendly burglar, there's some leftovers in the fridge if you're
hungry," Mom said from the top of the stairs. I turned, looked up and
smiled at her. I had a perfect excuse to go over to Jake's.

"Mom, I bet Jake's hungry too."

"Call him over then. Just keep the noise down."

"Why don't I bring the food over to his place?"

"Whatever. I'm heading for bed. Your Dad is already in dreamland. Good
night Eric. Say good night to Jake for me okay," Mom said as she turned and
headed towards the master bedroom.

I went straight to the fridge and took out the leftovers. Enough for both
of us. I was hungry and I bet Jake was too.

I went to Jake's back door. The light was on in his kitchen. Kaching! My
bet came good. I opened the door. It was not locked.

Jake was just taking out the cornflakes box from the upper kitchen cabinet
as I entered.

"Look what I have. Food for hungry boys. Put away that breakfast food and
feast on these leftovers," I announced.

Jake laughed as he put the box back into the cabinet.

"Your Mom knows about this?" he asked with a big grin.

"Yeah. I came here under Mom's authority with food for her son and her
favorite adopted son," I said as I placed the food containers on the table.

"Your Mom's the greatest," Jake replied, "I thought it was just cornflakes
for me tonight."

So we heated up the food in the microwave and then had our late night
supper. Jake kept praising my Mom's cooking and I kept rolling my eyes
upwards each time.

We cleaned up after supper and placed the containers and plates and forks
and spoons inside the dishwasher. We looked at each other.

I felt the tension build during supper as we skirted around the real reason
I came over. This time there was no escaping the issue.

"We'll take a shower first, okay?" I said to Jake.

"Okay," Jake replied with a smile. So we went upstairs slowly. Not
running. Just a normal walking pace.

We got to his room and I went to close the curtain as he switched on the
light. I turned around and saw him watching me. I smiled at him
nervously. Someone had to start. So I went to him and started to take off
his shirt. I pulled off his shirt over his head and dropped it on the
floor. Then I pulled down his pants leaving him in his boxers. I got up and
he started to help me out of my shirt. Then he pulled down my pants but I
did not have any underwear on. So there I was naked with a semi hard dick
with Jake's warm breath bringing it to life. I pulled Jake up from his
knees and pulled down his boxers. He stepped out of it and as I got up from
my knees he grabbed my head and kissed me. He kissed me gently. Then he
stopped.

"Let's go shower pretty boy," Jake said to me. We went to the shower
together and started to wash each other. The temptation to do IT right
there and then was great but surprisingly we managed to control
ourselves. Barely. I had to slap his hands away a few times.

Drying our selves was a different test altogether as it meant rubbing the
towel at those sensitive places. But again we managed to just dry each
other, with two hard dicks being ignored while doing so. It felt like and
was a ridiculous situation.

We went back into his bedroom and sat on the bed next to each other. We
looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. The tension was gone.

"Who's first?" Jake asked after our laughter subsided to giggling.

"I get to wank you. You molested me earlier, remember? Your turn now," I
replied as I gently wrapped my right hand around his already rock hard
dick. "Do you have any lubricant?"

"Vaseline good enough for you? Its in the bottom drawer."

"I'm beginning to see a new side of you, Jake. Why do you keep Vaseline in
your room?" I asked as I let go of his dick and went to get his Vaseline
jar.

"For lubrication," he replied.

I found it stashed away right at the back of the drawer. It was half empty
or half full, depending on your state of mind.

"Lubrication of what?" I asked as I opened the cap and scooped out a bit of
the cold jelly on my fingers.

"What's with all the questions, dude?" Jake asked impatiently.

"Well, I don't keep any lubricants in my room," I replied as I sat next to
him, real close. His skin felt hot. He looked at me, bit his lower lip and
raised his left eyebrow, trying to look sexy.

"Just get started already, pretty boy," he said softly.

So I smeared his dick with the cold jelly. He flinched slightly due to the
coldness as I moved my hand slowly up and down his shaft.

"Wanna lie down?" I asked him. He nodded and lay down on the double bed. I
lay down close to him with my head on his chest. I could hear his heart
beating fast.

"Here goes nothing," I said as I started to masturbate my boyfriend,
Jake. His dick was well lubricated. I moved my hand up and down his shaft
trying to do it at every heartbeat.

"Aaah... Feel so different when you do it Eric," Jake said.

"Who else have done it?" I asked provocatively as I squeezed his dick
slightly while still keeping the rhythm. It felt really erotic with my ear
on his smooth chest listening to his heartbeat.

"Promise you won't bite it off... aaah... if I tell you."

"I promise," I replied in a resigned tone. I guessed it would be the
Cynthia bitch, so I was prepared. His heartbeat was getting
faster. Therefore, I changed the hand job rhythm to every 2nd heartbeat.

"Aaah... Cynthia did it for me.... Aaaaah,."  Jake said after a few
minutes, obviously enjoying my warm and slippery hand.actions on his hard
dick. Jake squealed as I squeezed his dick a bit when he said the dreaded
name. Of course my right hand was still moving up and down his hard shaft
non-stop like clockwork. Every 2nd heartbeat.

"Anybody else?" I asked.

"Me..." Jake was running his hands through my hair as he replied in a
breathless whisper. His hips started to rise and fall to follow my hand
movement up and down. I pinched his left nipple with my free hand and Jake
moaned in response.

I slowed down the rhythm and started to concentrate on the dickhead. I
meant the dick head, literally. Jake moaning increased as I masturbated him
at the sensitive gland area.

"Eric, aaah, aaah, aaah, fuck.... Ah..." Jake was trashing around a bit as
I continued pleasuring him at the sensitive spot.

After trashing here and there for sometime, he suddenly grabbed my idle
left hand and started to suck on my thumb.

"Mmmmh. Mmmmh. Mmmmh. Mmmmh." Jake 'mmmmhed' along as he sucked my left
thumb, following my right hand rhythm on his dick head. I was really
aroused too but I had a 'job' to do.

I noticed he was getting close to cumming and started to move my hand all
the way up and down the shaft again.

"Aaah... Eric I'm gonna come," Jake gave me an information I already knew.

So I replied, "But you're here already," and got a playful bite on my
thumb. I continued my masturbatory techniques for several more minutes on
him knowing it was any time soon for the climax.

And then he came.

"AAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAH!" Jake moaned as his dick spurted several times
during his climax. He grabbed my hair hard as if it would lengthen his
period of pleasure. It only gave him a slightly pissed off lover.

I continued masturbating him gently as he came down from his sexual high.

"Eric, stop." He said finally and I complied. My hand was slimy with his
cum. His belly was lined with several strands of cum. Sex had always been a
messy business. Cleaning up was part and parcel of sex, I thought. You
fooled around, had sex and after that you cleaned up. Otherwise, you
wouldn't get any follow-up action. Heheheh.

Anyway, I found out I had the whitish and slimy stuff on my head too. Jake
was kind enough to tell me before falling asleep. The fucker slept while
poor me had a hardon, that could cut through steel, with nowhere to go. I
decided to let my beloved dickhead pretty boy lover sleep anyway. I looked
at the time at the radio alarm clock at the bedside showed 2 'something'
am. I would give him 2 hours, I thought. I got to get home before my
parents wake up, which was around six in the morning. They were from the
time when the early bird gets the worm, so please understand. Nowadays, the
worm had a court order prohibiting the bird from getting within a one mile
radius of its home. :)

I got off the bed to get some tissues to clean up my slimy lover. I came
back to bed and started to clean Jake's belly and his dick. Some of the cum
had ran down his dick and ended up between his butt cheeks. So I dutifully
went there too to clean up. Jake was dead to the world at this time but I
noticed his dick twitched as I cleaned his butt crack. After finishing with
Jake I went to the bathroom to wash my sticky right hand and smelly left
thumb. I took a damp towel to remove the man-made hair gel on my
hair. Meantime, my dick had realized that it was not getting joy any at
anytime soon and therefore became flaccid in disappointment. After I
finished I went on my way to Jake's bedroom. I stopped at the bedroom door
to see him sleeping. I really loved this blond haired, blue eyed pretty
boy.

However, by hook or by crook, Jake would have to wank me to ecstasy at 4 am
Sunday morning. I went to set the alarm at 3:50 am.

I came to the bed and covered Jake's beautiful sleeping body with the
duvet. I slipped in and snuggled close. He responded by embracing me
tightly in his sleep. I accepted the consolation prize and whispered in
Jake's ear, "You moaned, dickhead."

With Jake's warm and barenaked body enveloping me, I found myself asleep in
no time.

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.