by Julien Gregg

This is a story that came to me while I was chatting with a friend about the above picture reminding me of me and Doug for reasons I won't go into. Then I decided that it was a story that needed to be told. I let the picture speak to me and this is the result. The story centers around Alex and Jake. It isn't exactly a story about the beginning of their relationship, though it will tell you how it started. It isn't a story about the end of their relationship or anything like that. This is just a random day or two in their lives. The story contains scenes depicting homosexuality, homosexual sex and adult situations and themes.

This story is a work of fiction its characters do not exist outside the story. Any resemblance to living people or places is strictly coincidence. This story is ©2016 Julien Gregg. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This story contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

by Julien Gregg

I lifted my head and looked at the weak light coming through the bedroom window, spilling over the completely covered form of Jake as he lay there with my soft brown blanket all scrunched up around him up to his chin. He had a hand on his forehead and both of my pillows under his head as he snored away. I think that's what woke me up actually. I let go of the fistful of my purple bed sheet and sighed. It was morning now but the bed was just so comfortable. I looked at him again and thought about last night. I don't know how we ever found each other, but he gets me in a way that nobody ever does. I'm talking about all of my fucked up personality faults and he loves me anyway. Where do you find someone like that? Well I found him sitting on a bench outside a movie theater of all places.

It was raining and there he was sitting on that bench, the completely drowned adorable rat. I couldn't just leave him there. I mean I'm a decent person, or at least I tell myself I am. Anyway I asked him what was up and he just told me that his ride left without him. I was hoping it wasn't his girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. I offered him a ride and he turned this pathetically wonderful smile on me, full on charm right there in the falling drizzle. So he gets in my car and I'm thinking about the dripping water coming off of every part of him as I drive out of the parking lot.

"Name's Jake," he said as he shivered in my passenger seat, flinging drops of water in every direction.

"I'm Alex," I said as I reach over and turned on the heat for him. I got another of those wonderful smiles for my effort. Man this guy was having an effect on me.

"You go to the university?" he asked through chattering teeth.

"Yeah, how about you?" I asked, wondering if I would recognize him when he wasn't shivering and wet.

"No," he said. "My friend does. You might now him, Mike Newman?"

"No, sorry," I said. "Never heard of him."

"It's a big school," he said. "You're not missing anything. He's a fuckin' jerk."

"He the ride that left without you?" I asked, wondering again if this Mike Newman had been or was his boyfriend.

I wasn't looking for a relationship or anything. Jake just looked so pathetically hot to me for some reason and I found myself imagining what it would be like to have him in my tiny apartment, knocking around and getting in my way. It actually brought a smile to my face before I could check myself. This wasn't a dating game. I was giving the guy a ride home and that was all. Besides I wasn't looking for anything. I was just trying to be the good person I kept telling myself I was.

"Yeah," he said. "Look, I probably won't be able to stay in the apartment with him tonight. I don't really have anywhere to go."

"You can sleep on my couch," I said as I put on my turn signal so I could get turned around. I wasn't in the mood for any kind of scene so taking him to the very guy who'd left him in the rain wasn't a good idea. "I'll even give you dry clothes and you can take a shower."

"Thanks," he said. "You don't even know me."

"Well everyone's life has static and sometimes there has to be at least one person that will help clear it out," I said, grinning to myself. I wasn't about to tell him that I thought he was too cute to leave on some guy's porch.

"Well thanks," he said. "I'll pay you back somehow."

"Don't worry about it," I said.

He moaned and reached out his other hand, resting it on the back of my thigh and pulling me out of my memories. His hand was warm and I realized then that I was once again without the blanket. It happened all the time with us. I would push the blanket away because sleeping with him was like sleeping next to a furnace. He however was perpetually cold so he would tangle himself in the blanket as I pushed it away. The fan was on so I was actually a little cold but I wouldn't dream of taking the blanket from him. I smiled slightly as I remembered that though I had on my running shorts he was naked under that blanket. I smiled as I thought of why he was naked. I thought about the day I'd had yesterday and how I couldn't wait to come home to my wonderfully charming and sexy drowned rat. I got through my five-hour exam by thinking of all the ways I could make that man twitch, moan, sigh, moan, groan and shudder. Then I came home and demonstrated each of the way I had come up with in my mind while I was taking a five-hour exam on the anatomy of the brain.

He was standing at the stove, looking all sexy with that ridiculous little white apron. He'd been stirring something that smelled far to wonderful to have come from my kitchen in a pot while another boiled. It was unnaturally warm in the kitchen so I knew that the oven was on. There was flour all over the counter and a large glass bowl was covered with a towel while something under it attempted to raise. My sexy little drowned rat was so goddamned good in the kitchen that it was just one of the many reasons that I love him. He turned as I came through the door and let my bag fall to the floor with a sigh.

"Hmm," he said, cocking that left eyebrow in his sexy little way. His dark hair was mussed and there was flour on his face. He looked so delicious that I nearly took him there in the kitchen amongst his boiling pot and scrumptious smelling pan and raising something in the glass bowl. "How'd it go?"

"I wrote everything I could think of about the dura, the cerebellum, the basal ganglia, the parietal, occipital, temporal and frontal lobes all the way to the medulla oblongata," I said, making his smile grow wider and wider with every word. He loved that I was so smart and I loved that he was such an amazing cook! "I got through it all by thinking about all of the things that I'm going to do to your body tonight after we eat this amazing meal you are preparing for us."

"Well then," he said with another of those sexy smiles. "You've been a busy boy."

"From the looks of it you've been a busy boy, too," I said, grinning back at him like an idiot.

"Yeah," he said, looking down at my crotch and his smile got even bigger. "You just take that weapon in your pants to the living room and wait for me to bring you a drink. Your dinner will be ready in about an hour. Find something to occupy yourself."

"Yes, Sir," I said with a chuckle. "Can I have a kiss before I go?"

"Sure you can," he said as I came up to stand before him. I brushed my lips against his for a fleeting moment before he put a firm hand against my chest to push me back. "That's all you get until after dinner." I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. "I mean it. You go in there and find something to do. I'll bring you a drink and then I've got to get back to this food. You will not make me ruin this. I've been working on this all day long."

I looked into those dazzling and serious green eyes of his and forced my libido back a thousand miles and smiled. "All right. I'll go into the living room and entertain myself for about an hour. Then I'm going to eat this amazing meal you're cooking and I'm going to love it because you prepared it with your own hands. Then I'm going to take those clothes off of you and I'm going to lick and kiss every part of that sexy little body of yours."

He looked around the kitchen with a strained look on his face before turning to me and saying in a husky voice, "Go before I change my mind."

I went into the living room, noticing that he'd cleaned it completely and sat on the awfully worn brown sofa with the almost equally worn crocheted blanket in reds and browns that my mother made for me before I started this awful thing called medical school. I sat there and thought about all of the ways I was going to lick and suck every part of his body and it did absolutely nothing for the weapon in my pants but it did make me feel even more frustrated and ready to devour not just his meal but him.

"Oh," I said stupidly when he came in a few minutes later with the newspaper and a hot cup of tea.

"Drink this," he said, handing me the cup. "Read this," he said, handing me the paper. "Stay."

"Yes, Sir," I said, grinning at him.

"Don't be all cute and sexy," he said, grinning back at me. "The food will be ready soon. I just put the rolls in the oven."

He walked back out of the living room after that, leaving me to wonder about the rolls he'd baked. He baked! That horrible, stupid guy had thrown him out of the house, had left him in the rain outside a movie theater. I couldn't believe it. He cleaned, he cooked, he baked and he loved. That was all there was to him besides that crummy minimum wage job he worked four days a week to help put food on the table while I went to school and crammed for exams that could decide my future. One thing was damned certain for me. Jake was a part of that future. All five foot seven inches and one hundred forty pounds of him and his olive skin, dark coffee brown hair and sexy Jade green eyes was a very big part of my future no matter what happened with medical school.

I was distracted again as he started to run water. Dinner was getting closer to being done. He was a clean freak, so I knew that he was getting dishwater ready for the pots and pans to soak while we ate. Then he moved back into my view, carrying a bowl and a lot of vegetables. It took my sex fogged mind a minute to realize he was cutting lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes and red cabbage for a salad. I watched his sexy little ass as he moved and that didn't help the weapon in my pants any more than my thoughts had earlier.

He had a way of moving that was just so . . . sexual. That's what it was. It was a sexual way to move. Every movement he made caused that sexy little ass to move and that weapon in my pants throbbed at the sight. I had it bad for him and he knew it. It made me smile to know that he knew that I had more than just a passing thing for him. He knew he was here to stay and I knew that I would do anything in my power to make him happy. I would do it because every one of his smiles was worth a million dollars to me. I'd been there to hold him and soothe him when he was heartbroken over being dumped by the asshole that left him in the rain. I was there as his heart began to mend and to warm to the idea of me in that asshole's place. Since that day I've done everything I can to make him smile. Then I realized that he was gone from my line of sight again while I'd been busy thinking about his heart and his ass. He came back again though and I smiled.

"It smells great," I called out as I saw him putting bowls and plates on the table.

"Well come and eat it," he said as he moved out of sight again.

"Oh I'll come eat it," I said. "Though I'd much rather be eating you."

"You'll get your chance, Dr. Paulson," he said, grinning that lazy sexy grin at me as I came back into the kitchen.

I dutifully sat in the chair and let him put a plate of pasta in front of me. I watched him as he ladled sauce on top of the pasta. He added two garlic rolls to my plate and then put a small bowl of salad in front of me. Next he refilled my tea cup and finally sat down across from me with his own plate. I waited while he made his own plate, watching his every move. He kept looking at me as he added pasta to his plate and then covered it with sauce. I was half afraid he'd miss and make a mess on my shitty little second-hand store table or ruin my threadbare green placemats I'd bought at another second-hand store because they reminded me of his eyes.

"It looks great," I said just to say something.

"Thank you," he said. "Eat."

I ate the food, and it tasted amazing. I ate the food and watched as he ate his. I ate slowly even though I wanted to scarf it all down so I could get him naked and under me . . .

"Hey," he said, pulling me out of my memories again. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," I lied. "I got cold."

"You mean my snoring woke you," he said, smiling. He stretched, causing the blanket to shift and expose his bare chest. I slid over and carefully climbed almost completely on top of him. I kissed him then.

"I was cold," I repeated.

"Well get under the cover with me and warm up," he said, smiling.

I tried not to laugh at him but failed. I did however crawl off of him and lifted the blanket and crawled back on top of him, kissing him as I did so. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close. I slid my hand down his chest to his stomach and finally to his pubic region and wrapped my fingers around his dick and squeezed. He moaned into my mouth and pushed his pelvis against my hand. I chuckled again into the kiss and began to stroke his dick.

"Warmin' up," I said after the kiss ended.

"Feels like it," he moaned.

I let go of his dick and started kissing him again. This time I kissed his mouth, rubbing my tongue against his. I felt his hands move down to try to remove my shorts but I just stayed where I was. Last night I had given him as much pleasure as I could and this morning I was going to continue it. We hadn't fucked so we probably would this morning. Just the thought of being inside him made me shiver with expected pleasure. Right now I was going to do more of what I did the night before. I kissed along his jaw line and then his neck. I moved up a bit and began to tease his left earlobe with my teeth, just applying enough pressure with my teeth to let him know I was there.

His ears were a big turn on for him so I spent a little while nibbling that earlobe, running my tongue around the outside of his ear and then kissing behind it to make him moan, go stiff and then relax only to do it all again. I kept up my assault on that ear for a while and soon he was just whimpering. Then I knew he was in sensory paradise. I moved from his ear, kissing my way along his jaw line to the other and repeated my actions on his right ear. He was putty underneath me and I loved that I could give him so much pleasure that all he could do was lay there under me and whimper.

When I thought he couldn't take any more of the ear stimulation I moved on. I kissed back to his chin and then began to leave feather light kisses from the underside of his chin down his neck to his clavicle. I kissed my way to his left nipple and then began to lick and tease it with my teeth much the way I had his earlobe. He gasped and jerked under me. His nipples were a bit more sensitive than his ears. I spent quite a while on that left nipple and then moved my feather light kisses across his hairless chest to his right nipple and started up again. He was issuing long quiet moans through his teeth by this time and I had to repress a smile. I loved making him make that sound.

I moved on and kissed down to his navel and spent a little while running my tongue around the ridge of it. His navel was sensitive to my actions but not nearly as much as his nipples or his ears. Still it was nice to spend some time there. I kissed him right over his navel when I was done and move my tongue lower. I left a wet trail down his line of dark hairs that traveled from his navel to his pubic bush. I kissed his pubic bone just above his hard dick a few times and then finally ran my tongue up the back of his dick. I looked up at him and saw those green eyes looking back at me. He had a look that was a mixture of lust, panic and ecstasy on his face and I smiled. I'd seen that look last night when I'd done virtually the same thing to him.

I liked the head of his dick for just a few moments before running my tongue down the underside of it. He was moaning now and I looked up to see that he'd put his head back against the pillows and was turning it slowly from side to side as I stimulated his dick. I went back to what I was doing and soon began to bathe his balls with my tongue. He spread his legs a little wider for me and I soon had one in my mouth, applying just a very light suction. I dropped it and went to the other to repeat what I'd done. Then I let them fall from my lips and dove underneath them. I licked and sucked his perineum for a while and heard his hissing breaths as I do so. I smiled as I licked his taint slowly. I moved lower and he pulled his knees up to his chest, shoving his ass in my face. I obliged him by running my tongue around the outside of his hole so slowly that his moans grew in pitch and volume.

I'd licked and sucked and shoved my tongue into his hole repeatedly last night. I was doing the same now. The idea of how turned on I had him was making me leak precum into my shorts. I humped the bed as I ate him out. I loved the taste of him and could do this for the rest of the day. However, I knew that if I did it much longer he'd cum and I didn't want him to do that yet, at least not this way. I pulled my tongue from his ass and moved back up the underside of his dick until I trapped the head between my lips. He raised his head and looked at me again as I winked at him. Then I got down to what I was doing. I moved down the length of his dick, relaxing my throat as it touched the back of it and soon I had him balls deep in my gullet. He jerked again as I began to swallow around him.

Then I put my finger to his open, wet ass hole and began to slid it inside of him as I moved back up his dick to the head again. It took only seconds to find his prostate. I knew I had it not just by the feeling and shape of it but by the fact that he jerked as soon as I touched it. I continued to suck his dick and finger his prostate for a few minutes before I added a second finger. He moaned louder this time but went back to panting when I began to rub his prostate again. I let his dick fall out of my mouth as I rubbed his prostate. I still didn't want him to cum yet. So I started in on his balls again. Soon I added a third finger and his breath hitched as it entered him.

I left his prostate alone once the third finger was in and concentrated on stretching his hole to accommodate me. He was still moaning and shaking so I knew he was still having a great time. I moved my fingers in and out of him, spreading them apart to coax his sphincter open a little bit more. With the other hand I did a little bed dance to get my shorts off. I had a little awkward moment when the waistband got caught on my hard dick but I got them off. He handed me one of the pillows, knowing what was coming. I pushed his pelvis back a bit, lifting it off the bed so I could stuff the pillow under his ass. Then I spit into my hand and rubbed it on my dick three times. Finally, I removed my fingers and lined my dick up with his open hole.

We looked into each other's eyes as I pushed the head of my dick into him. He opened his mouth but no sound came out and his eyes got wide. I knew that taking the head of my dick was hard for him even with the stretching I'd done so I waited there for what seemed a small eternity. When his eyes relaxed and he closed his mouth I started to slowly slide more and more of my dick inside of his warm, wet ass. He was still so tight around me that it was like a really slick, warm fist had gripped my dick. I watched his eyes as I pushed more and more into him. When I was balls deep and his ass was against my pubic bone I stopped. He looked into my eyes with a slight panic. I knew what he was worried about. He hated the back stroke that left his ass feeling empty.

I pulled back, causing him to close his eyes and tighten his lips. He clenched the muscles in his ass to try to stop me, but the sensation was amazing. I pulled back until just the head was still inside him and then went in again just as slowly, searching for the little nut that was his prostate. I knew I found it when his eyes flew open and he uttered a gasp. Then I began to slowly fuck him, watching his eyes the entire time. When he began to try to push back against me I sped up. I leaned forward and kissed him as I fucked him and he wrapped his arms around my neck. I pulled back to look at his face again but his eyes stayed closed. I looked down at his balls and noticed that they were tight against him so I knew that he would cum soon.

I picked up my pace, battering his prostate with each thrust. I was trying to get to where he was. It was so amazing to cum with him like this. I just had to get there before he tottered over the edge. When I felt it begin I really started to hammer his prostate. He was moaning nonstop now and suddenly his ass began to spasm around me, literally pulling me along on the orgasmic trail. Just as I began to cum in his ass he gasped and began to cum all over his stomach and chest. I fucked him with long hard strokes until we were both sated.

I leaned forward, mashing our bodies together and effectively gluing them together with his cum as I kissed his mouth. He gripped my neck and tried to pull me closer as I began to slowly thrust in and out of him again. He moaned into my mouth at the sensation of the post orgasm fuck I was giving him. I didn't know if I could bring us both off again or not but I was prepared to try. This time it was slower and I took my time. I reveled in the feeling of his tight ass around my dick, the slick feeling of my own cum coating his anal walls as I fucked in and out of him. I pulled back from the kiss and began to move his pelvis into position so I could rub his prostate again. His eyes opened when I touched it and he looked at me with that lust fogged look in his eyes.

"Yes," he said and then closed his eyes and began to roll his head back and forth.

I kept up my slow and tender pace rubbing his cum into his skin with the palm of my left hand while I gripped his right calf with the other to hold him in the perfect position. His dick was still hard so I used my cum slicked left hand to masturbate him as I fucked him. He opened his eyes again when I wrapped my cummy fingers around his dick. I smiled at him as I began to stroke him. He tried to clench his anal muscles around me again. It was weaker this time but the effect was perfect.

"So good," I breathed as I lost myself in the feeling of his ass around my dick and his dick in my hand.

"Yes, love me," he moaned as I sped up my thrusts just a little and matched the pace with my hand round his dick.

This was the part that I loved best. The second and longer fuck that had us both moaning, gasping and sighing. The beginning was always sweet torment for me as my sensitive dick got used to the attention his hole was giving. Then it just felt amazing. We stayed that way, rutting and moaning for the better part of the morning. I thought life couldn't get any better. Oh how I loved him. He was now pushing back against me so I sped up again. He pushed my hand away from his dick to let me know that somehow I'd gotten him close to the edge again. I sped up, trying to get to the level he was at. It would be hard to cum together this second time but I was going to try like Hell.

We could do this all day as far as I was concerned. I had no classes to get to. All that mattered in my world at that moment was his body under mine, my dick in his ass and his pants and moans of pleasure. Then he jerked again and I was amazed that he was cumming all over both of us again. What was more amazing was the volume of the cum. He came harder and longer this time, painting our torsos with more cum than the first time. The sight of it turned me on so much that before I knew what was happening my body was shaking and spasming as I came inside him again. I slammed my pelvis against his ass and threw my head back. My mouth opened and my throat worked but I couldn't make a sound as I came.

I fell forward against him and kissed him lazily on the cheek as I caught my breath. That had been one of the most fantastic fucks of our relationship. It was so much better than it had been with anyone else in the past. I knew that it was better because we loved each other so much. I thanked God for him as I lay there with him in the bed that reeked of cum and male scents. Finally, my dick softened and fell from his hole. Then I was kissing him again. We got out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. I started the shower as he sat on the toilet and tried to expel the cum I'd put in him. He smiled at me and finally stood up and climbed into the shower with me.

He went to his knees as the hot water cascaded over us and took my limp dick in his mouth, coaxing it to erection once again. One of his favorite things was to blow me in the shower after one of our epic fucks. He sucked me until I was hard and then he forced my dick down his throat and swallowed around it, making my knees weak. I knew better than to try to stop him. He'd dig his nails into my hips if I tried so I just stood there, letting the hot water sooth my muscles and his throat coax me to my third orgasm of the morning. He was good at what he was doing and my dick seemed to be designed for his throat. He pulled back to breath and then went back down on me again. The sensation of his throat working around my dick was almost as good as his ass doing the same thing. In no time he had me cumming down his throat as I struggled to stay on my feet.

When it was over I pulled him up until he was standing before me and kissed him. Knowing that he wouldn't let me suck his dick in return I grabbed the loofah and shower gel and started to wash his body. I knelt down to wash his legs and crotch, taking his dick in my mouth as I washed his legs. He gasped and pulled my hair. I let his dick go and got to washing his pelvis. He turned around and I moved the soapy loofah up his legs into the crack of his ass and stood up as I washed his back. This was the part he was waiting for. When I let him rinse himself I spun him around, bent him over and shove my tongue up his open hole, eating him for all I was worth. It wasn't long before his sphincter tried to sever my tongue as he blasted off against the shower wall.

Then I handed him the loofah and the shower gel and he washed me lovingly and slowly. The water was just starting to turn cold as I rinsed and then shut it off. We got out of the shower to our own towels and dried off. Once dry I went back to the bedroom to retrieve my shorts. I put them on and headed to the kitchen and was rewarded by the sight of him making breakfast in the nude. He made toast and tea and then sat down across from me at the table after handing me my plate of toast, fruit and my cup of tea. I smiled at him as I sipped my tea.

"I love you," I said as I put my cup back on the table.

"I love you more," he said, grinning at me with that impish grin that I loved so much.

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