Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 06:14:48 -0700
From: Jack <joff616 (at) yahoo.com>
Subject: Trevor Finds Jake Chapter 1

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Warning: The usual disclaimers apply here. This is a true story about two
young adult males (15-25) performing sexual acts together.


If you do not like to read this sort of thing, or this sort of thing is not
legal where you are currently reading it from, do not proceed.


If you want to write me, please do so at: joff616(at)yahoo.com, I'd love to
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CHAPTER 1


It was Friday and Trevor found himself driving home from work. He wasn't
feeling particularly excited about it being weekend, but then again, it has
been a while since he did find it exiting. He had realized that the novelty
of it sort of wears off over time. After a while you "grow up" and your
friends begin to start families and people become busy, they have lives to
run and things to do.

Things are a bit tough when you are still a single man in your
mid-twenties. While it was obviously not too late for Trevor (you never
know where love might find you) he still felt a bit depressed about it
all. He had always imagined it was just something that `happened'.

"You grow up, you find a wife and you start a family. End of story." He
recited to himself slowing realizing the lies of his naive youth. This was
mostly the reason why he found weekends dull. While it was nice to have a
break from work, he just found it sad to not have anything exiting to look
forward too. He still had friends, sure, but they all have small children
now, or a wife to always dictate when they can go anywhere. He missed the
good-old-days with the `boys': sitting on the couch in your underwear,
eating a pizza and criticizing bad movies.

Those were weekends which he looked forward too. It seems silly now but he
always enjoyed his `bro' time. But people grow-up, and they go on diets,
and they begin to wear suits. Trevor was no slob, he was a well kempt man,
but it felt good to just let it all out on a weekend. Sitting in your
underwear watching a movie by yourself just doesn't have the same feeling.

All of this ran through Trevor's mind as he drove from work. His first stop
of the night (as has been the Friday tradition for years to spite no longer
having anyone to share it with) was the DVD store. New Release DVD's always
came out on Fridays so he usually had something to watch. He picked from
the new section, checked out and walked down to the pizza place around the
corner. They knew him pretty well and usually had his order waiting for
him. Just following his routine, without even really having to think about
it, he had acquired a DVD and a large pizza, paid for both and was just
about to walk to his car as he'd done so many times before, until something
caught his eye. To the side of the pizza place was a small alley which lead
to the back of the shops on the other side of the complex, and there,
sitting in a crumpled state, was what looked like a teenage boy. 14, maybe
15? The kid looked more depressed than Trevor felt most weekends, but what
was unusual was that he looked too well dressed to be a common
drifter. Albeit his clothes were a bit dirty and scuffed, and looked like
they haven't been changed out of for many days, Trevor could tell that this
boy is not your common street bum. Feeling an instant pang of sympathy he
felt he needed to speak with the young man. He rushed to his car to unload
the pizza and DVD and raced back to the alley. Trevor noticed his heart was
beating quite furiously, this was not something he's ever really done
before, he always just let people be, but today felt different.

Perhaps it was his frustration with his own life that had finally pent up
enough for him to work up a scrap of courage to break out of his routine,
or perhaps it was something else. Before he could consider it too carefully
he was kneeling in front of the boy.

"Hey buddy, are you alright?" Trevor asked in a voice so sympathetic, he
surprised himself.

The boy looked a bit exhausted, as if he hadn't slept properly for a few
days, but he looked up at Trevor and stared him straight in the eyes. "I
don't have anything..." replied the boy, clearly a bit frightened.

Feeling a sudden burst of compassion for this kid, Trevor felt he needed to
help him. "I want to check if you needed any help, is everything alright?"

It took a bit of time and a soothing voice but eventually Trevor managed to
get the story out of the boy.

He found out that he was 15 and had run away from home. His parents had
gotten a divorce and he was stuck with his mother who turned to drugs. It
was sad because from the sounds of it they had a lovely family, very stable
and healthy until his father was caught cheating with a younger woman. Not
being able to stand the chaos their home had become, Jake ran and decided
to head towards his Grandmother. The easiest way to get to her was via a
three hour train trip north from where they lived, however he bought a
ticket heading in the wrong direction and only realized that after a few
hours. He got off at the station only to realize he did not have enough
money for the return. Deciding to walk back home, poor little Jake headed
in the direction he thought was towards home but it did not take him very
long to get lost. He got off the train the night before and after wandering
around a while, he fell asleep in a bus shelter. The next day he wandered
some more and found himself half-way across town until he finally collapsed
out of tiredness mixed with sadness and hopelessness behind this pizza
place.

"Why hadn't you called anyone? Or asked someone for help?" Trevor asked
concerned.

Jake admitted that he wasn't really sure why he did not seek help. He was
just afraid and likely lost his sense of judgment Trevor deduced. Besides,
Jake knew his mother wouldn't come looking for him as she was probably not
even aware he was gone due to her perpetual high, and his grandmother
didn't know he was coming so there was no one to miss him.

Jake was alone, and no one was looking for him. His mother was on a drug
induced trip, and his grandmother didn't know he was coming, without enough
money for a train ticket and having spent the last of his coin on something
to eat the day prior.

The story broke Trevor's heart, and he wanted to do all he can to help this
boy out.

"Jake, I've got a fresh pizza waiting in my car, would you like to come
home with me and have something to eat?"

Jake looked Trevor in the eyes again and almost cried. He did not expect
someone to so openly offer him help, it was not something he was used to
and he almost did not know how to respond, but with delight and relief in
his voice he agree, spurred on by the hunger in his stomach.

Trevor on the other hand felt real compassion and sympathy for this poor
boy. His heart melted at the thought of a broken family and at the thought
of this kid roaming the streets all alone - something terrible could have
happened he thought.

They walked to the car and were on their way. He was sure that the smell of
the pizza having filled the car would be driving the boy mad, so he offered
him to take a few slices while they drove. Trevor cautioned Jake to not eat
too quickly otherwise it might make him sick. Pizza is not exactly the best
food to eat after not having eating anything for a few days. With eager
bites the boy ate a few slices and Trevor could almost see the life return
to his face.

They arrived at the apartment block where Trevor lived. He lived in a small
single bedroom apartment on the 10th floor. It was all he could afford at
the time, and he always figured that it would work well enough for a couple
were he ever to find a girlfriend. Having made it up the stairs, Trevor
told Jake to crash on the couch in front of the TV. While only a single
bedroom, the rest of the apartment was quite spacious with a well-defined
kitchen, TV room and dining room. Off the main bedroom was a medium size
bathroom with both a shower, and a bath tub.

Trevor plated the rest of the pizza, feeling a little more civilized, and
handed Jake his plate with a large cup of soft drink. Forgetting about the
movie, Trevor and Jake shared some more conversation whilst enjoying their
meal. It was obvious that Jake had a rough few days but was overall a
really good kid. He did well in high school, and while he did so some
sports, he wasn't very good at it. Trevor shared a bit of himself; he was
25 and worked for a large business in town. He admitted that his friends
have all sort of moved on in a way and he didn't get to see them too often
any more. He laughingly shared how much he missed sitting in his underwear
with the boys and watching movies. Jake found this quite amusing and
replied with a smile "Well, I could sit in my undies and watch a movie with
you if you want".

"Oh yea? Well why the hell not!" Trevor replied, and without hesitation, he
undid his belt buckle and removed his jeans to reveal his plain black satin
boxers. Jake followed suit and removed his jeans as well, revealing a pair
of dark blue briefs. Something occurred to Trevor right at that moment, and
that was that he had noticed the boy's package. He wasn't sure why, but he
found himself interested in trying to make out the shape and size of the
boy's tools through his briefs. He caught himself after a moment and was
fortunate enough to not have been caught staring, but he couldn't resists
the urge to keep looking. This was odd for him; he'd never really
considered looking at other male bodies before. He'd seen his fair share of
porn of course and sometimes he would focus more on the cock than he would
the pussy, but it was usually to try and imagine it was him, what he did
now was different, he felt as though he really wanted to see what this boy
looked like naked. It was as if he felt connected again to his
adolescence. That weird and wonderful time when you first discover that
your penis is for more than just urinating and all the other changes your
body goes through - it was a sense of nostalgia, and he almost felt as if
he wanted to share it again with this boy going through it now. But he
quickly put the thought out of his mind, although he couldn't help but
realize the stir in his boxers as his dick inflated a little.

Having collected his composure, (and rearranging himself a little) it was
then that Trevor became aware of something else, something previously
masked by the smell of pizza; it was the smell of Jake. Those long days of
walking and sleeping on the street had felt Jake with quite an odor, and
also now under proper lighting, could Trevor see that Jake was actually
quite dirty.

"You've got to hit the shower man. Look at you, you need a good scrub!"
Trevor offered caringly, but with a hint of sport.

"Nah, I'm fine!" Jake giggled.

"No, you're not. I can smell you from the kitchen!"

"Aaw, can I do it after the movie?"

"Yea alright, but you're not getting into bed until before you clean up."

"Bed? Am I staying over?" asked Jake in a shy voice.

"Well, it is getting late, and we won't be able to get a bus for you home
now, so it makes sense. But whatever you feel comfortable with. I don't
want to keep you here if you don't want to be."

"...thank you for bringing me here, and I would love to stay over."

"I'm glad I found you, who knows what sort of trouble you could have
happened to you."

"There is just one problem, I only have one bed."

Jake laughed at Trevor and said that it would be fine. He doesn't mind
sharing a bed, even if it is with a man.

Jake made himself comfortable on the one side of the couch. Laying on his
back, and propping himself up against the arm rest, he put his legs on the
couch and spread them open giving Trevor a brilliant view of the bulge in
his underwear. Trevor, having mimicked the position on the other side of
the couch had a real hard time focusing on the movie and secretly trying to
stealing glances over at Jake. He did not know why, but he found this boy
very compelling. Jake would reposition his cock from time to time through
his boxers and sometimes his hand would linger for a while, just holding on
to his bulge. Trevor watched this all intently and found himself trying to
fight off a boner on a few occasions.

"I can see your penis sticking out of your boxer shorts!"

This caught Trevor completely off guard and he had to think for a second
what this meant. He realizes that as he mimicked Jake's position with
spread legs, it gave Jake a good view of Trevor's package, meaning an
unobstructed view straight up the leg pipes of his boxers. Trevor blushed
for a moment and dropped his leg to hide the view.

"Aww" Jake replied mockingly. To not be a bad sport, and suddenly feeling a
little careless, Trevor lifted his leg back up giving Jake the good view
once more. Jake giggled, and stared for a few seconds before his attention
went back to the movie. However this time they both would stare back at
each other from time to time. Jake seemed to have to reposition his junk a
bit more frequently, and would watch him doing so knowing Jake would
occasionally just stare at his member visible through his boxers. The movie
progressed mostly unwatched, but nearing the end of the film Trevor noticed
that Jake had dozed off. `The poor kid' he thought, `he's had a rough
time.'

"Jake?" No response.

"Jake!" this time the boy stirred, but was obviously very groggy. He longed
for a good sleep.

"You've got to have your shower buddy; you'll feel much better when you
do."

Jake only managed a mumble in return and Trevor was now hunched at this
side. "You're not sleeping in the bed like this; we've got to get you
cleaned up!"

The poor kid, he was truly out of it, but he was truly filthy as well and
Trevor really didn't want this dirty body on his sheets. `What to do, what
to do?' he thought. He tried a few more times to rouse the boy but only
managed the occasional grumble.

Finally a thought popped into Trevor's head. `I'll have to wash him...'

Trevor decided that a bath or a shower was out of the question, so he would
simply have to wash the boy down. It won't work so well but at least clean
him up enough for bed. It was decided and as Jake was passed out on the
couch, Trevor fetched a bucket and filled with it with warm soapy water. He
grabbed a cloth and some towels and headed back to where Jake was
sleeping. After spreading a towel over the couch, Trevor moved the kid so
that he was laying on his back on top of the towel. Fortunately the kid had
already undressed earlier and was still only in his briefs. Wetting the
cloth Trevor washed Jake's legs, his feet and moved up to his upper legs
and thighs. He couldn't really believe what he was doing but he found
himself enjoying it. He found himself admiring the boy's body and touching
him all over whilst trying to clean him felt oddly arousing to him. He
lifted him up washed his back then lowered him back down and did his arms,
his neck and face.

Trevor was thrilled at this next part, as well as a bit apprehensive. There
was only one place he had yet to wash. Was it ok for him to bath a boy he'd
just met? He justified it to himself being the only carer for this boy
right now that it was his duty to take care of him. It's what anyone would
do, right?

Sucking a breath of air, Trevor pulled at both sides of the boy's briefs
and pulled them down to his thighs. He almost gasped when he laid eyes upon
the uncovered bulge he'd be eyeing all night. Jake had a perfect penis! It
was about three inches flaccid and had a long foreskin which hung over his
tip and scrunched up at the front. His meat was nestled on top two fairly
large (but normal for his age) balls secured in a sac holding them tight to
his body. Sitting here on his knees next to the boy, Trevor found he could
almost just stare at this boy's manhood forever. It was close enough to his
face that he could feel the heat raise from the boy's body, and also
something else, a very strong musk emanating from his groin. Trevor knew
the smell well, the man musk which only a man with a foreskin can generate.

Trevor realized that he had a boner again, he was clearly loving his
job. Trevor lifted the boy slightly and slid off his underwear
completely. He picked Jake up and awkwardly tried to wash his
bottom. Trying to support the sleeping boy's weight while wiping him down
was difficult but Trevor felt he did a good job of cleaning the boys
bum. Placing him back down meant Trevor was once again starting at the last
place he has yet to touch...and of course wash. He couldn't help but look
down straight at the boy's enthralling cock. It was truly something to
behold, and made Trevor suddenly remember going through puberty himself. He
had more pubic hair at the time than Jake did now, `that's nice though' he
thought, `I don't really like too much hair there.' A strange thought for
Trevor to have realized, as he'd never thought about it before.

In an odd way Trevor realized that he enjoyed the musk emanating from
Jake's foreskin, it was a very masculine smell, but he knew that a smell
that strong meant the boy needed a wash. At this stage Trevor had resigned
to his desires and just went with it. He wasn't going to over analyze the
fact that he enjoyed doing this, and that he really wanted to touch this
boy's penis, perhaps even see him hard...perhaps even more still. But for
now, he had to clean it.

In a bold move he didn't think over to carefully, Trevor ditched the cloth
and decided to wash the boy's penis by hand. He gingerly grabbed at the
base of the boy's shaft and just held it, he immediately enjoyed the heat
and the weight of it. It was so soft but yet spongy and just
amazing. Trevor really couldn't describe what he was thinking but he knew
it felt much different, much better, than holding his own penis.

He dipped his hand into the bucket to wet it, then went back to the base
and wrapped his hand around Jake's shaft. It felt amazing. Trevor worked
his way up and down the sleeping boy's wet shaft making sure to feel it all
over. To `clean it properly' of course. Placing his fingers on the tip, the
rolled the boy's foreskin back savoring the feeling, and watching the
motion of his foreskin retract. Trevor had found the source of the boy's
strong musk – days of bad hygiene, heat and street living had left with
boy with quite a bit of smegma build-up. Having pulled the foreskin back
now as far as it would go, just to the edge of the boy's glans, he
carefully cleaned the head with his finger and rinsing it in the
water. Quickly a dark red/purple head emerged which looked incredibly
smooth and shiny. Making sure that the folds of his foreskin were now also
clean, Trevor let go of Jake's skin and watched it quickly creep back up
and over his shaft to once again cover his head and form a cute little
pucker at the end. Trevor found this whole situation incredibly thrilling,
this was something that had never crossed his mind but it felt amazing. He
didn't want to take his hands of this magnificent boy tool, but alas it was
now all clean.

Trevor stood up and put the bucket and cloth away. He's also grabbed Jake's
clothes and threw it in with a load of washing. The kid didn't have any
other clothes with him and these desperately needed a wash. Returning to
the TV room he stared at the boy laying on the couch exactly where he had
left him. Bare, beautiful, and Trevor though...'very sexy'. His eyes
gravitated once again to that beautiful cock. It was still completely
flaccid and at least quite a bit cleaner now. The boy looked so peaceful.

Trevor picked up Jake with an arm behind his back and one under his legs
and carried him to his bedroom. While he only had one bed in his apartment,
it was at least a king sized bed. He placed Jake on top of the sheets and
went to his draws in search of something for him to wear. He found an old
pair of boxers he'd worn when he was younger which was a bit smaller than
the ones he wears currently but it would have to do. It was either that or
he leaves the kid in the nude. As much as that idea thrilled him, the head
on his shoulders said it maybe wasn't the best idea. The head between his
legs had some input however, as after Trevor dressed Jake, he leaned in and
undid the fly button on Jake's boxes. He admired the boy's tool through the
fly for a few moments longer before he pulled the blankets over the
boy. Trevor didn't need to change for bed. He slept in his boxers which he
already wore, but he thought that to be fair, he undid his own fly button.


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