Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 11:39:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Dscreet Dude Subject: Re: Jake's Story Chap-6 Copyright 2003 by Jacob Pritchard. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Author. Jacob Pritchard is a pseudonym for the actual author who wishes to remain undisclosed. He may be contacted by emailing ihaveaview@yahoo.com Refer back to chapter 1 for the background on this story. This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jake's Story ~ Chapter Six ~ Although the first three people I had sex with were boys my general age, they were enjoyable experiences, and ones I cherish to this day. However, the next episode was to give me a hard lesson on the dangers of indiscretion. It was a hard lesson for sure, but very valuable in teaching what I should and shouldn't do, precautionary measures to be aware of, and especially whom I would allow to be part of my secret little world. It was later that following week after my session with Aaron, maybe Thursday, that I was in school and found myself needing to go to the bathroom. I told the teacher that I didn't feel very good and needed to go to the bathroom. Of course I felt fine, but I had something else in mind. The long hallway was basically empty as I made my way to the older part of the building where the bathrooms were located. That part of the building also housed the Vo-Tech classes that all boys would eventually be required to participate in. It was also one of two classrooms that the high school students used in our building, walking the short distance from their building across the parking lot. As I walked into the bathroom it seemed empty, at least I didn't see anyone. I walked over to the urinal that dominated one whole wall. It was probably eight feet long and as tall as I was. There was a copper pipe with holes in it that ran along the ceramic top and if you turn the spring-loaded valve attached to it water would cascade down the face rinsing away the mess that would accumulate there. I stood up to the wall, unzipped and started urinating, watching my yellow stream spread out on the wall and begin collecting in the trough below. Then I was startled by a voice; "Well looky, looky here. If it ain't ole Jake Pritchard pissin' all over the place. Howse it goin' Jakey?" And he slapped me on the back causing me to jerk my dick to the side almost peeing on myself. It was Chuck Smith, a loud-mouthed eleventh grader who lived just outside of town in an old beat down house. I'd heard my Mother call his family white trash, but I wasn't sure what that meant. He'd never bothered me before so I didn't really have cause to be afraid of him. I do know that he seemed to keep to himself most of the time. I'd see him fishing by himself down at the creek, or maybe riding around on his beat up ole bike, always seeming to have someplace to go. I think he ran errands for his dad who operated an auto repair shop out of their barn. "Scoot over dude and let me show ya how real men piss." And he scooted right up next to me, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out to do his business. Well, being that close to him, and naïve as I've said before, I just looked over to see what it was he had, not even trying to hide the act. He hadn't started urinating yet and just stood there letting it hang, hands free. And it was big! At least bigger than anything I had seen so far. It was probably seven or eight inches long and as fat as one of the kielbasa my Mom liked to cook, though it didn't look like any sausage I'd ever saw. It was cut and darker than other penises I'd seen, with darker veins visible. I was quite fascinated and it must've been obvious to Chuck. "Whoa boy! Ya like what ya see do ya? It's big, huh?!" He proudly said, obviously enjoying showing off. "Bigger'n that lil piss-stick you got." And he laughed in a strange way. I continued to stare, finding it hard to take my eyes off this monster. I must have licked my lips or something similar to encourage Chuck further. ""Touch it if'n ya want." He said, almost a whisper. I looked from his member up to his face and shook my head, unsure what he would say. "Naw, go ahead. I know ya wanna. I can see it in yer lil eyes. Go ahead. It's not a snake, even though it looks like it." I wasn't sure what else to do, so I reached out and touched it. Just on the side and only for a mere second. That was all it took to encourage him further. "Oh now ya did it. Look at what's happening. It's got a mind of its own." And right before my eyes it seemed to swell up, getting hard in just a few seconds. It was fascinating and again I found I couldn't take my eyes from it. "Now ya should grab it and feel what a real man feels like Jake." He took my hand and without me resisting placed it on his cock, which was sticking straight out now. My hand just naturally grabbed it. I think it had a mind of it's own too. I wasn't scared or frightened at this point. Maybe nervous, that's all. But, I was in some kind of trance. Maybe I was mesmerized, I'm not sure. "Now stroke it a little bit, Jake." And I did it, like I knew what I was doing. He had control of me some way, like a hypnotic trance and he was using his dick to do it, swinging it before my eyes like a magician would swing a watch fob before his victims eyes. "Um yea, that's right. You know, doncha boy? You beat off doncha? You beat yer meat do ya Jake?" And he placed his hand on my shoulder. I didn't answer. I just kept stroking him, mesmerized, feeling the power in his cock, which was probably eight or nine inches now and bigger around than my hand could grasp fully. "Let's go in here Jake, I wanna show ya something." And he turned me towards one of the bathroom stalls and I followed, letting go of his dick in the process. I entered first and as soon as Jake got in he turned and pushed the latched that locked the two of us in there together. Turning to face Chuck, butterflies in my stomach, I was faced with his fully erect cock now directly in front of me. It seemed huge, and I suppose it was. It was definitely the biggest one I had ever saw. Sticking out the zipper hole of his pants it looked somewhat out of place with no balls in view. I had a fleeting thought of what they may look like. There was a drop of pre-cum on the tip, the head was shiny and glistened, and dark veins protruded from the sides. I'd heard the word 'horse-cock' before somewhere and it came to mind as I stared. This is what a horse-cock would look like. "Go ahead Jake, stroke it like ya did outside. Do it! Don't be afraid, I won't hurt ya, and it won't hurt ya." He was talking in a hoarse whisper, with authority in his voice. I was scared to say no. I grabbed it in the middle with one hand and finding I couldn't quite grasp it used my other hand, locking my fingers together in a tight grip just under the big head. I could feel it respond to my touch, like a snake tensing up for the strike. Looking up at him he just nodded, encouraging me onward. Looking back down I brought my hands upwards the head, which caused the skin to bunch up some and slide up over the rim, and that caused him to suck his breath in, moaning. I stroked backwards down his shaft only a little and then came back up. Each time I would reach the end he would give that soft moan. Looking up at his face I saw that his eyes were closed, his head tilted to the side a little, enjoying what I was doing. I was scared to stop knowing that he wouldn't like it. Maybe if I sped things up a little he would have his orgasm and let me go, I thought. So I started going a little faster and with each stroke over the head of his dick I'd make sure my thumbs rubbed across the V at the crown. This seemed to be doing the trick gauging by the effect it had on him. He was thrusting his hips now in time with my strokes and his moans were a little louder.. Then he did something I didn't expect. Grabbing me behind the head with one of his hands he started pushing my face towards this big cock of his. "Suck it Jake!," was all he said, forcing my mouth onto the head, my lips tasting the pre-cum that was now all over it. I didn't have any choice as he pushed it right past my lips into my mouth. I had to open wide and for a second I thought he was going to shove the whole thing down my throat. He probably would have but I gagged as it hit the back of my throat, so he stopped there. "Go ahead Jake, just suck on it." He whispered threateningly, "And don't bite either!" I still had both my hands around it and they were up against my lips. He was still moving his hips and my head and hands were moving with him. I sucked the best I could, but his huge head filled my mouth so much I thought my jaws would pop. The taste was really strong, he must've had a lot of pre-cum coming out causing my mouth to water, the saliva dripping from the sides of my mouth. It didn't take long and I knew he was going to start cumming soon. His cockhead swelled up some more as it prepared to shoot its load. Chucks moaning had increased and he said, "Suck you little fucking cocksucker! Suck it! I'm cumming in your hot mouth!" and some other stuff I don't quite remember. Nothing prepared me for what happened though when he finally did shoot his load. With a long strained moan he began shooting his load in his mouth with one short burst that hit me in the back of my mouth, hot and strong. Then a big gush that filled my mouth causing me to gag again, most of it spewing out the side of my mouth. Four, five, six shots of the same, and so much of it. I couldn't believe there could be so much cum. I swallowed some, I had no choice or I think I would have drowned. The rest was going down my chin and fell on the floor. With each burst he thrust forward into my mouth holding me in place with his hand. The last couple times I actually swallowed his cock halfway or more. There must have been five or six inches of it in my mouth by then. I could feel it going down my throat, his cum forcing its way down. And I was freaking out. I thought he was going to kill me with it. My mouth hurt from being stretched and my jaws ached from having to open them so wide. In my panic I must have grabbed his cock really hard, squeezing for all I was worth, so my hands were hurting too. It only seemed to intensify his orgasm. He finished cumming and I thought that maybe it was finally over, as he slowed down then stopped, his dick softening in my mouth. I was still trying to swallow what was left in my mouth and couldn't help but continue to suck on his cock as I did so. He seemed to enjoy this and was rubbing the top of my head making little groans of satisfaction. "Damn Jake, you are really good at that. Yea, shit, yer a pretty good lil cocksucker, ain't ya?" He said snidely. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I let it go. Then I just kinda stood there, not sure what to do. I was still scared of what else he might do, maybe hit me or something. But he just started pulling toilet paper off the nearby roll and wiped his cum off my face with it, then tossing it into the toilet. He did this several times, even putting his hand under my chin gently making sure he got it all. As he wiped he whispered to me, "I'm sorry if I hurt ya lil guy. Some times I can't help myself. You know yer a pretty good lookin' kid. Thanks fer what ya did. Maybe I can do something for you sometime." He began wiping at his cock, now hanging but still pretty big to me and said, "Now ya know ya haveta keep this a secret between me and you. I won't tell anyone that yer a cocksucker if you don't tell anyone what happened here. And I tell ya what. You let me know if anyone bothers you and I'll take care of it. Can't have anyone bothering my favorite lil cocksucker, now can I?" And all I could do was look at him and nod my head, afraid to say anything. He unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down revealing that his balls matched the size of his dick. They looked like a couple of goose eggs to me and explained where the enormous amount of cum had come from. Tucking his cock down one side of his boxers he tucked his shirt in and zipped up. He looked at me, straightened my hair out, gave me a light slap on the cheek and pointing his finger at me said with a measure of threat, "Secret, right?" I just nodded my head trying not to look him in the eyes. It didn't seem to satisfy him and he put his hand under my chin, bringing my face up so that we had direct eye contact, maybe with a hint of fear. "Secret, right!?" He said again, this time a little more forcefully. "Yea Chuck," I said quietly, "Secret. Don't worry, I ain't gonna tell anyone you like little boys to suck yer cock." And I pushed past him walking out to the sink to wash my face and hands, sticky with his cum. He came to stand next to me and turned the water on at that sink, letting it run. I looked up and could see him looking at me through the mirror, a solemn look on his face. "Look Jake," He said quietly, "I'm sorry. I'm a real bastard. I wanna make it up to ya somehow. Just let me know if there's something I can do." He seemed sincere enough and I wanted to believe him. At least for the moment I didn't feel scared of him. As I looked at his reflection in the mirror I almost felt sorry for some odd reason. I guess it was just my nature. I turned to face him, shaking the water off my hands. "Look Chuck, I don't know why ya did what ya did. That stuff is all new to me. I'll keep yer secret, I guess we all have our dirty little secrets. But next time just ask, ya might be surprised at the answer." And I turned and walked to the door. As I got there I turned and said, "You owe me now. I'll haveta think of something. There's a new James Bond movie out playin' in the city I'd like ta see. Maybe you can take me and one of my Buddies sometime?" He said quickly, "Sure Jake, anything." And I turned and left to get back to my classroom. I had learned a couple new lessons today, and not in history. One valuable lesson was that sex could be used to get things or hold power on people. This would prove very valuable to me in the years to come, and I learned to use it in a sneaky way. I never got to take advantage of Chuck's promise to me. The circumstances never arose again for us to meet that spring and early summer, and I really didn't want to have sex with him again. I was careful about going to the bathroom alone or who was in there went I went. That experience turned me off from people with big dicks and aggressive attitudes. I had learned to be just a little more sneaky. Later that summer Chucks fully clothed body was found floating in the creek just above our town. No one's sure what happened. Maybe he slipped off the bank while he was fishing or maybe he was pushed. They say he'd had an argument over something with his father and had left their house upset, maybe crying. It was the last time anyone had seen him alive. I wonder now if Chuck had a difficult time accepting what I'm sure he'd finally realized about his sexuality and probable homosexual tendencies. Maybe his father discovered this also about him and confronted him with it. Maybe his father did something to him. Odd things happen behind closed doors in small towns. Or maybe there was guilt he couldn't bear over what happened to me. Too many maybes. I'd like to think that it was just an accident, and leave it at that. But, I guess we'll never fully know. I went to his funeral. My Mom was curious as to why I would want to go to someone's funeral I didn't even know, especially white trash. And I'm sure Chuck's family wondered why I was there. As I looked at him lying in his coffin, dressed in a black suit and tie, his eyes closed forever, I whispered to him that his secret was safe with me. Maybe I was the only one that ever knew this about him. It's tragic, the secrets that we keep. As I read the little card they give out about the deceased, I found out his name was Charles.