Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2024 12:06:28 -0600
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: I Own the QB Chapter 3

I Own the QB: Chapter 3

I've gotten word that some of you think I'm making this story up. I just
want to assure my readers that I'm 80 percent sure that 70 percent of what
I am remembering probably happened just as I am telling it. Anyway, none of
you were there, so let me get back to my story.

You know it had been a crazy weekend when you woke up Sunday morning naked
and cuddling the guy whose life you wanted to ruin Friday night. I would
have loved to stay in that nice warm bed all morning, but when you live on
a farm the animals without opposable thumbs determine the wakeup time. I
crawled out of bed and looked outside. Damn, there were snowflakes in the
air.

"Where are you going?" Jake asked.

"Maria is feeling better and will be here in 45 minutes for the morning
milking. I need to be down at the barn to help her."

Jake started to get up, and I told him to just stay in bed.

"Nope," Jake said, "if you're going to get up, so am I."

"Well, you can work with Maria in the barn where it's warm. I doubt you
brought overalls and boots. That cold front came in last night and it's
snowing."

When we got down to the barn Maria was already there and had the coffee pot
going. Maria was from Mexico and had grown up working with goats. She'd
worked on our farm for 15 years and was like my third granny. I introduced
Jake to her, and she looked at him funny. She'd heard of Jake and my run-in
earlier in the week. "It's alright, Maria," I said, "Jake and I have worked
things out."

Maria was a short woman, but she smiled reaching as high as she could
grabbed Jake's arms, and said, "Good boys."

The milking went very quickly with three people. The thing about both sheep
and goats is that they love the cold. It would be hard to find a
domesticated animal that was better equipped for the winter than a
sheep. On the other hand, I did not love the cold. However, there were
things to do, the first was to make sure that the water tanks weren't
frozen so the animals could get water. Then I needed to make sure there was
plenty of hay and grain to supplement the grazing provided by the
pasture. Then I had to check the mineral blocks. When the first unit of
sheep was done milking, I moved them and their llama into their paddock and
then went to help separate the sheep and goats for the next milking.

Maria was very efficient and good with handling the animals and we were
done much quicker than it had taken me the night before. While Maria
cleaned the milking barn, I went to feed the chickens and gather the eggs,
then tend to two steers in the feeder pen.

When I got back to the barn, Maria and Jake were drinking coffee, having a
conversation in Spanish, and laughing. As you know, Jake wasn't the
sharpest knife in the drawer, but when it came to picking up a language, he
was a natural. Jake had worked summers and some weekends at his father's
brick and paving company since the summer before our Freshman year. A lot
of bricklayers and cement workers were Mexican and Jake had quickly picked
up the spoken language. Unfortunately, when it came to reading and writing
Spanish, Jake was still Jake.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I was just telling Maria about some of the tricks the crew have played on
me."

"My cousin works for Jake's father," Maria said. "I can't remember what he
said they call you."

"El burro del jefe," Jake laughed.

"Oh yes, the boss's donkey," Maria said and then laughed.

I also laughed, and Jake looked at me and said, "If you tell anyone at
school that's what they call me, I will beat the shit out of you. Do you
understand?"

I smiled and said, "hee-haw." Jake and Maria both laughed.

After Maria left, Jake and I, stripped down for a shower and a blowjob. One
of the features of Jake and my relationship is that no matter how happy,
sad, tired, or pissed off we are, we always are ready to suck each other's
cocks. It's been that way since the beginning.

Jake was getting better every time he went down for me, apparently
languages weren't the only thing he picked up naturally. The ceiling in the
shower was low and there was an exposed steel I-beam, I reached up and
grabbed hold of the beam as Jake worked on my cock. For a brief moment, the
thought of tying Jake to that beam entered my head, which triggered me to
blow my load down his throat.

When it was my turn to work on Jake's cock he was ready to go. His cock was
in need of some serious attention, and I gave him my best. I however was
surprised when he told me to put a finger inside him. I did and it wasn't
long before he had his hands on my head and was skull fucking me. Yeah,
that beam was going to be a part of our showers sometime in the future.

Something else I would learn about Jake is that he had incredibly intense
orgasms, well everyone's orgasms are intense, but Jake came so hard he
almost lost consciousness. It was sometimes scary, and later when Jake and
I were in college, we went to see a doctor for some tests to find out if
there was something wrong. At the follow-up meeting doctor just laughed and
said, "No, there is nothing wrong with Jake, but don't go don't take him to
Vegas because he's used up all his luck for a lifetime."

When I started massaging Jake's prostate it wasn't long before I was almost
drowned with cum. The guy's balls were working overtime to replenish
everything I drained from him, and there was always a fresh and plentiful
supply of cum from the tap. When he finished, he kind of slumped to the
floor and I sat down next to him, and asked "Are you okay?"

"I can't believe what you've done to me," Jake said.

"Are you upset?"

"Not exactly, but I do feel like you're in control of my life."

"Look Jake, I'm sorry about using what I found to blackmail you. I will
destroy all of it, and then we can go back to the way things were."

"Destroying the evidence won't change anything, you can't unknown what you
know about me, and I can't unknown what I know about myself. What scares me
now is that you will just suddenly say `That that's it. I've got my
revenge, now go live your pathetic life Jake Norris.' Then what do I do?"

The water was beginning to get cold, so I said, "Jake, let's finish our
shower up at the house, okay?" I hoped that would give me time to figure
out what to say to Jake.

It was a cold naked dash from the milking barn to the house. So we were
positively ready to get under the shower. Once we were warmed, I started
washing Jake's back and said, "I've been trying not to think about our
situation, but I can't NOT think about it. So, let me tell you what I have
come to believe. I don't think what we are feeling is love. I don't know if
we will ever love each other. However, I do think that what we are feeling
right now is `need.' We need each other. We need each other's support so we
can figure out for ourselves who we are. We also need each other for sex."

Jake turned around and smiled. He certainly understood the part about
needing each other for sex.

"So what I am proposing," I continued, "is that we don't change who we are
with each other at school or on the team, at least right away. We can be
civil but we won't be friends, at least not right now. However, when we are
alone we can be what ever we want to be, and the other needs us to be."

"Okay,.... but can I call you BJ, all your friends call you that."

I thought about it and figured that all of his jock bros would think BJ was
just another gay joke, so I said, "Sure, on the condition that I can call
you J.O."

"J.O., what's that mean?"

"It will be short for Jake Off."

Jake smiled, and said, "BJ and J.O., the gay bro hoes."

We spent the rest of the day, just talking, goofing around, and watching
the Dallas/Washington football game, you know, being teenage boys. Jake
left before my Grannies got home, but they knew something was up when they
found Jake's dirty clothes in the milk barn Monday morning. I told Jake
that I was eventually going to have to tell them what going on, and to my
amazement, he suggested we do it together.

So I asked the Grannies if I could have a friend over for supper on
Thursday night. You should have seen the look on their face when I walked
in with Jake. However, they were great and let Jake know he was welcome any
time. They also understood our plan for staying on the down low at
school. The only other people who knew were Maria, Mary, and two other
people you will find out in a bit.

There just wasn't any way to hide Jake from Maria. He was around too much,
but she didn't care. Her nickname for him was `El Toro', The Bull, because
whenever he was around and she needed some heavy work done, she'd say,
"Deja que el toro lo haga," `Let the bull do it.' Jake liked working with
Maria, if for no other reason than it gave him a chance to practice his
Spanish, and Maria taught him those words, phrases, and jokes that they
never teach anyone in a language class, the ones you can only pick up on a
job or in the locker room.

Mary was the only student at Little Arrow High School who figured it
out. It was like she and I shared the same brain and the first week after
Jake and I hooked up, she cornered me and asked me--no accused-- "What are
you and Jake Norris up to?"

"What are you talking about?" I said trying to deflect.

"Come on, you two have always had a strange relationship, but things have
been even weirder this week."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Then Mary grinned and said loud enough for several people in the hallway to
hear, "Oh shit, you two are having sex!" Fortunately, no one heard who I
was having sex with.

I could have strangled Mary, and I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her
into the library. I knew where Mrs. Vance kept the key to the book room and
I grabbed it so we could have a private place to talk.

"I knew there was something up when he started calling you BJ," Mary said
with excitement. I'd been found out and there was no way I could hide it
from her.

"Look Mary, we haven't had sex."

"Bullshit, oral sex is still sex. Weren't you listening when the County
Heath Department nurse came out our sixth-grade year for `The STD talk'."

"Okay, okay, but it hasn't gone any further than that."

"Yet," Mary said with all of the innuendo she could put into one syllable.

"Yes, yet, but promise me you won't tell anyone. We really, really need to
keep this on the down low."

Mary understood and like a true friend had my back, and by extension Jake's
back.

The irony was that Jake's father found out, not from me, but inadvertently
from Jake. It was two weeks before Spring Break our Senior year when Andy
Norris, who'd essentially been living with his other family came home in
the middle of the afternoon to pick up some clothes when he found
it. Living alone, Jake had gotten careless with his stash of magazines, and
his dad found them. Needless to say, `XY' and `Men' were not the type of
magazines he expected Jake to be looking at.

That evening when Jake got home he was surprised to find his father at
home, but even more surprised when Andy Norris caught him with a right hook
out of nowhere. In a fair fight, Jake would have stood a chance, but this
wasn't a fight, it was a beating. It was about nine that evening when I
heard a banging on the kitchen door. When I opened it, there was Jake all
bloody and in tears.

Granny Frida wanted to call the sheriff, and Granny Judy wanted to get her
shotgun. However, Jake was able to talk them out of both plans of
action. We cleaned Jake up, and fortunately, he wasn't hurt so badly he
needed medical treatment. After the first two punches, he'd managed to
cover his head and curl into a ball. His back and legs were badly bruised
from being hit and kicked but generally he okay, thanks in large part to
his large muscles taking most of the beat rather than bones and organs. We
treated the developing bruises with ice packs and gave Jake ibuprofen for
the pain.

That night Jake slept with me, and he had a bad night. In addition to the
pain, he woke up several times from a bad dream. The next morning Granny
Frida called me in sick to school. Then when the chores were done, she and
Granny Judy went in to see Mr. Rogers, the school principal and one of
people who had to be told Jake was gay. It was agreed that Jake would not
return to school until after Spring Break, his teachers would be told he
had mononucleosis, and although the "kissing disease' was embarrassing,
there had been several cases at school already, all associated with the
water fountain in the gym, so it was a plausible explanation.

Mr. Rogers also said that since Jake was 18, he didn't have to report the
abuse, and that was up to Jake. Fortunately, the basketball season had
ended the Friday before when the team failed to advance beyond the first
game of the State Tournament.

That evening, Jake's grandfather came over. He didn't know what to think
when he asked Jake, "Are you a homosexual?" And Jake said, "Yes, grandpa. I
am."

We were all sitting at the dining room table, and Thaddeus Norris sat back
in his chair, drummed his fingers on the table, and then said, "My preacher
tells me that the Bible says homosexuality is a sin."

I saw Jake's head drop, and then Thaddeus said, "The Bible also tells me
eating pork and shrimp is a sin. So, Jake, I guess we are going to hell
together. I can also tell you that my son, your father, will be right there
with us. Not only has he been living in sin for years, but anyone that can
do what he did to my grandson ain't got something right about him." Then
Thaddeus looked at me, and said, "You and my grandson seem to be getting
along pretty good lately. Ain't that right?"

I wasn't sure what to say, then Thaddeus laughed and said, "My house is on
a hill, and from the second floor, I can see a long way with my
binoculars. Several times, I've seen Jake's truck parked over here." Jake
and I both blushed.

Jake finally said, "Grandpa Thad, I can't help who I am."

"I know boy, and I can't help loving you." As much as he was hurting, Jake
jumped from his chair and hugged his grandfather.

We were all in tears. Finally, Thaddeus said, "Miss Frida, Miss Judy, I
want Jake to come live with me, but I have to go spend some time with my
brother. He is having bypass surgery and will need someone around for
several weeks until his grandson's tour of duty in the army is up, and he
can take over. Would it be possible for Jake to stay here until I get
back?"

"Yes, absolutely, Jake is part of the family," Granny Frida said.

Jake started to cry, but this time they were tears of relief and happiness.

"Well, I think it's time for some pie and ice cream, along with some
coffee," Granny Judy said.

When they'd gotten the call that Thaddeus wanted to come over, Granny Judy
whipped up one of her award-winning pecan pies just in case there was a
reason to celebrate. It was still warm and gently melted the ice cream when
it was served."

After Thaddeus said goodbye, Granny Frida said, "We need to talk. Bryan,
I'm going to excuse you from school for the next two days. Jake is a big
boy, and neither Judy nor I are really in a position to help him get around
if he needs help."

I nodded.

"Also Jake, if you are able, you need to go get all of your things from the
house tomorrow. Who knows what Andy might do with them."

Jake and I knew she was right about that. Andy Norris was unpredictable.

After we finished our meeting, Jake wanted to take a shower. Seven years
earlier there was a remodel of the old farmhouse. So, while the outside
still looked like it was out of Grant Wood's `American Gothic' the interior
was a modern house hiding behind traditional woodwork and furnishing. In
the remodel, my Grannies moved their bedroom to the main floor, which gave
me the run of the upstairs. They also gave me a `man's bathroom,' as Granny
Judy once called it. The bathtub was removed and replaced with a large
walk-in shower, the 1950s mint green tiles were replaced with black slate
tile, and the fixtures were all updated.

Jake had showered with me a couple of times and he had commented on how
grown up it was. His bathroom was still powder blue and had Cowboy and
Indian wallpaper. I'm sure it was very nice when he was seven.

I helped Jake remove his clothes and had to fight the impulse to
cringe. It's weird how bruises always look worse a day or two after you get
them. The bruises were large and just beginning to look like smashed
blueberries. I turned the shower to a comfortable warm setting, but not
hot. The standard wisdom was no heat for the first 48 hours.

As Jake let the water run over him, we talked. At one point Jake asked, "Do
you think he will tell people, you know, about me."

"I don't think so," I said. "I doubt he wants to advertise that he has a
gay son, plus he is probably just now realizing that you could file
charges." The previous evening I had used my Polaroid to document Jake's
injuries just in case we need evidence of what his father did.

"I guess I should tell Mom where I am," Jake said, "but I wonder if she
will care. I know Grandma needs her, but I needed her too and she wasn't
there." I knew Jake was getting emotional, so I said, "I'll ask Granny
Frida to contact your mother tomorrow and tell her what happened. Then you
can talk to her without having to retell everything. Does the work?"

"Yeah, will Granny Frida tell Mom I'm gay?"

"She will tell your Mom what you want her to tell your Mom. That's up to
you. Think about it, and we can discuss it during breakfast."

Jake nodded.

After Jake had showered, I helped him dry off. As I was doing that, I said,
"Well your face may be a bit bruised be at least your cock and balls were
spared any serious damage."

"Yeah, they may be the only part of me that doesn't ache, at least from the
beating."

"Oh is that your way of saying they need some attention?"

"They do need some attention, but not tonight. Tonight, I just need to know
you are near me."

"I understand."

When we got into bed, Jake lay up against me. We didn't talk, our warmth
and proximity were saying all that needed to be said.

The next morning, Jake had a hard time getting out of bed. His body was
sore and stiff. So I said, "Granny Frida and Granny Judy are out doing
chores. So, I am going to make breakfast. I'll come get you when it's
ready.

During the school year, I usually just had a bowl of cereal, a couple of
microwave sausage patties, an orange, and a cup or two of coffee. However,
today I was going to make my favorite, biscuits and sausage gravy.

When Jake came down and saw what was breakfast he smiled and gave me a
hug. I said, "I'm not going to hug you back because I don't want to hurt
you, but just so you know I really want to."

"You know what I really want to do?"

"Work on the assignments you missed yesterday?"

"No," Jake said, "Guess again."

"Help me with the homework I missed yesterday?"

Jake laughed and said, "Only if you want to get the first `F' in your
life."

"Hey, I've gotten an `F' before."

"In what?"

"In the seventh grade I failed a semester of P.E. The teachers were
complaining that the boys were stinking after P.E. So, Mr. Foster decided
it was time we started taking showers. Well, my body hadn't hit its growth
spurt, but my cock sure had. I looked like a circus freak. I wasn't getting
naked in front of a bunch of 12 and 13 year olds."

"Oh, it must be so tough having the biggest cock in the school."

I just turned to Jake and said, "BAAAA."

"Okay I get it, I was an ass..."

"Was an ass?" I interrupted, "You're still an ass."

"True," Jake said, "but I'm your ass now."

I smiled and said, "I guess there's that."

"So, when are we going to...you know?" Jake asked, hesitantly.

"I know what?"

"You know...go all the way."

"I'm hurt," I said and made a sad face, "Are you saying my blowjobs aren't
enough for you?"

"You know I wasn't saying that. If they wee all I got for the rest of my
life, I would be fine, but..."

I laughed and said,"Liar, but I know. I've been thinking about that too,
and with you here, it's hard to think about anything else. But you know we
have to let you heal up before we try anything."

"I'm a football player, I can...."

The conversation ended when the back door opened. "I smell biscuits,"
Granny Frida said. "I sure hope there is gravy to go along with them,"
Granny Judy said.

"You know there is," I said.

Granny Judy hugged me and said, "You are a man after my own heart."

When we had sat down for breakfast, Granny Frida said, "Jake, your
grandfather stopped by and said he was going to be helping his brother for
at least three weeks, maybe more. So, you will need to stay with us for
Spring Break. However, we need to be in South Padre Island that week. Are
you okay going with us, it is our treat?"

"That would be fantastic," Jake said.

I thought so as well, and then the answer to Jake's earlier question
suddenly came to me.  We were going to go all the way at Padre.

After breakfast, Granny Frida called James's mother to let her know was was
going on, she asked to speak to Jake and when he was finished, he walked
back into the dining room and said, "Bryan, let's go get my things."

We took his truck and headed to his house. We made sure Jake's father was
nowhere around. Then we went inside. We just threw Jake's clothes into
trash bags, and his other things into boxes. Then he went to his parents'
room a grabbed his mother's jewelry box, a small file box labeled `Jake's
Documents,' and a metal box she had hidden in the back of her closet. In
the garage, he grabbed his bike, sports equipment, hunting rifle, and
tools.

"Is there anything else," I asked.

"Yes, one more thing." Then Jake walked over to the LP gas tank and shut
off the propane. Andy Norris made a big mistake not coming to check on his
property for two weeks. Because when a late Winter Arctic Express plowed
through the Great Plains, the heater wasn't on and the water pipes in the
house burst, and then when they thawed much of the house received water
damage. Jake exacted his revenge to the tune of several thousand dollars
his father had to shell out before he could sell the house to pay for his
divorce settlement.

In addition to her jewelry, and the box containing Jake's birth
certificate, social security card, immunization record, photos, newspaper
clippings, and awards, the metal box held almost ten thousand dollars she'd
been squirreling away for Jake's college education.

Jake would later tell me that his mother was suffering from severe
depression and she had gone the his grandmother's as much to get away from
Jake's father as to help her mother. She had wanted to take Jake with her,
but Andy Norris had years before threatened to have her committed to a
mental hospital if she ever tried to take Jake with her.

In essence, for better and for worse, Jake became my brother. Although he
`officially' lived with his grandfather, Jake spent more time with my
Grannies and me than he did anywhere else. He and I spent a Saturday
putting a gate in the fence that separated his grandfather's pasture and
ours. We jokingly called the gate Checkpoint Charlie, the opening in the
Berlin Wall where Western powers and the Soviet Union often exchanged spies
during the Cold War.

After a couple of days, I returned to school, there was just no way both
Jake and I could both have `Kissing Disease." To keep it under wraps where
Jake was actually staying, Principal Rogers had all of Jake's assignments
delivered to his office, then I would swing by sometime during the day to
pick them up and turn in his completed homework.

Jake's teachers were impressed that Jake's assignments improved while he
was sick. The join in the teachers' lounge was that Jake's dick was getting
a much-needed rest, and he was able to focus on school.

The truth was that Jake was focused on school so his dick wouldn't get any
rest. I told Jake that as long as he lived with me, the rule was I don't
suck any cock attached to a loser, which included anyone not earning at
least a `C' in all classes. I considered it a credit to my oral skills that
Jake not only did all of his homework, but also took care of his missing
assignments and ended the nine weeks with a B average. Jake was proud of
himself, I was proud of him, and both of us had satisfied cocks.

The first Saturday of Spring Break was very busy, not only did we have to
pack for Padre Island, but we had to make sure that Maria and her boys
would have everything they would need to do the chores while we were
away. Maria's boys were 7, 10, and 12. They were also excited because they
loved hanging around the farm on their days off. They were hard workers and
Granny Judy paid them well. I was sure my Grannies would have plenty of
help with the farm whenever they needed it while I was away at college.

While packing Jake asked me, do you want the pack the lube or the rubbers?
"I'll take the condoms," I said. We were both sure we were HIV-, but we
decided safe sex was just a good habit to get into. However, the first rule
of teen sex in a small town, is you don't buy your condoms, lube, and
pregnancy tests in the same town where you live, especially if you are gay,
not that we would need to buy pregnancy tests. So we drove over to a mall
in Tulsa for a trip to Spencer's the week before Spring Break for
supplies. We drew straws to see who would buy the lube and who would buy
the condoms. I got the short end of the stick and had to buy the
condoms. You should have seen the insulting incredulous look the girl at
the register gave me when I put the box of Trojan Magnums on the counter. I
seriously just want to whip it out and use it to wipe that smirk off her
face. Of course, Jake couldn't stop laughing. You may be wondering why we
didn't buy condoms for Jake, well that's because the dog had a year's
supply in his bedroom.

Now when you heard we were spending our Spring Break in South Padre Island,
you probably thought of wild college parties with lots of booze and
sex. Well, that wasn't the Padre Palms Resort. The owners, Mike and Tanya
Willows, were old hippies and had bought the Padre Palms before Spring
Break in Padre was a thing, and they really weren't interested in filling
up their place with drunken frat boys and bikini babes for two weeks of the
year, then spending the next three weeks repairing the damage.

So several years previous, they invented the South Padre Artisan Cheese and
Wine Festival. Well for people like my Grannies, this was a must-do
event. It was the perfect way to write off a vacation as a business
expense, which was why 90 percent of the participants registered for the
festival. Of course that is not to say `Two Gals Cheese' didn't generate
some real business at the festival. They had made several contacts that had
become good customers over the years.

I, of course, was always dragged along to the festival.  Don't get me
wrong, I liked Padre, especially when I got into high school. I had learned
almost as much there about being a gay boy as I had at band camp, but it
could be a little lonely. So having a confederate along was going to make
this year so much better. Also, because we always took product down with us
to the festival, there just wasn't room for four full-size people in the
refrigerated box truck, particularly when two of them were six-foot-plus
high school boys. So I got to drive my Camaro to Padre. I was going to have
wheels, and it was going to be great.

The first thing when we got to the festival was to park the truck that held
all of the cheese, wine, jelly, and other items for the show and get it
plugged into a power supply. Then it was across the street to get checked
into the motel and register as festival exhibitors.

The Padre Palms started life as a beachfront 30-room motel, cafe, and bar
in 1964. Over the years another twenty rooms were added. Mike and Tanya had
also built a large venue that, when it wasn't hosting the Wine and Cheese
Festival, was used for weddings, trade shows, class reunions, and various
parties. They had been offered several million for their slice of
beachfront heaven, but they weren't yet ready to see the Padre Palms torn
down and replaced with a high-rise hotel or condo.

As a kid, Mike and Tanya took a liking to me, and several times Mike took
me out into the Gulf on his boat to go fishing. They also made sure my
Grannies and I always got the only two-bedroom suite with a kitchen and
sitting room in the place. Jake and I would have plenty of privacy.

When I showed Jake into our room, he was amazed. It was on the second floor
and had an unobstructed view of the beach and the Gulf of Mexico. "So this
is where you have gone every Spring Break since I've known you," Jake said.

"Yeah, now don't you wish you'd treated me better."

"Not just because of this," Jake said, and kissed me, "but also for so many
other reasons. What was I ever doing wasting my time with girls when you
were right there and so damn cute to boot."

I laughed, and said, "Now you're just flattering me in the hope I will suck
your cock."

Jake gave me his amazing smile and asked, "Is it working?"

"You're just lucky your father didn't mess up that handsome face, because
there is no way you'd get into anyone's pants with your lame sweet talk
alone."

"Ow, that hurts. I thought I had a pretty good game."

"That just goes to show you that girls are easy. Us gay boys, we got
standards."

Jake kissed me, and said, "Let's see if we can lower those standards." Then
he dropped to his knees, unzipped my pants, and showed me that you don't
need a silver tongue when you have a talented tongue. Man, was Jake a fast
learner.

However, I had no intention of making things easy for him. It took all my
will, but I was able to push him off of my cock. Then I ripped off his
clothes, pushed him onto the bed, and swallowed every inch of his cock.

"Not fair," Jake moaned. You know...you know I can't take all of yoouuuu."
Then Jake grunted and rolled me onto the bed, finished removing my clothes,
and soon we were in the middle of an intense 69 session. I knew Jake wanted
to make me cum first, but I had a secret weapon, I spit on his hole and
then began inserting my middle finger. When I returned to sucking his cock,
I knew he'd already lost before the first volley of cum hit the back of my
throat. Having something pushed up his butt was his Kryptonite. That's why
I knew he was going to be such an insatiable bottom, and the thought of
pounding his tight hole sent me over the edge.

I had finished showering, and Jake was in the shower when Granny Frida
knocked on the door. I stepped into the living area that separated the two
rooms to have a little talk with the Grannies.

Granny Frida said, "This evening is an exhibitor's BBQ and meeting, so you
and Jake are on your own. The cafe is open until nine and the pool is open
until eleven. I don't know when we will be back, but it will probably be
late."

"The festival doesn't start for two days," Granny Judy said, "So tomorrow
if you and Jake help us get the booth set up, we can then go spend the
afternoon doing something fun. Unless of course, you are too old and hip to
be seen with your Grannies."

I had to laugh and grab them both in a group hug and said, "I will never be
too old and hip to be seen with my Grannies." Just then Jake came in and
said, "Hey, I need some of that," and joined in the group hug.

Okay, okay, I hear you all saying fuck this Norman Rockwell happy family
shit and tell us about the first time you fucked Jake's brains out. Damn,
you all are some crude sons-of-bitches. So fine this is how our first fuck
went down.

At supper, Jake asked, "Is tonight the night?" I just couldn't resist being
an ass and responded "The night for what?"

"You know...the night we do it."

Jake was like a kid waiting for Christmas to come. So finally, I said,
"Yes, if you're sure that's what you reeeeeally want."

There was no doubt that his mission was to prove to me and himself that he
could take my cock and everything I threw behind it. So after finishing
supper and paying the bill, we headed for the room. Of course, the first
task was to talk Jake through the pregame.

Jake and I had often showered together, and though I had become quite
familiar with his body, I never tired of washing him and being washed by
him. There is something especially bonding about showering or bathing with
another person.  I suppose it is because you can't hide anything; every
mole, every scar, every birthmark is on display.

Of course, Jake's body was damn near perfect, he had that unbeatable
combination of great genes, a good diet, and a total commitment to his
workout routine. Jake was that guy who never skipped leg day. Jake was also
blessed with amazing body symmetry. The only difference l could really find
between his right and left side was that his left testicle hung lower than
the right and was slightly larger. As I said, I had become quite familiar
with Jake's body.

Although I was as not, and still am not, the physical specimen Jake is, he
certainly seemed to be equally interested in exploring my body. Jake was
very adept at finding particularly sensitive spots, which he exploited
during both sex and tickle wrestling. It was during these showering
sessions that, Jake seemed to be at his most tender and sensual.

The irony was that showering with Jake had gone from one of my worst
experiences to one of my favorite. Over the years of sports and P.E., we
had many times been in the shower together. In those times of communal gang
showers, Jake was loud, crude, and often a bully. I hated being naked when
he was around, but now everything was just the opposite. Like I said, I
don't have the physique of a Greek god, but Jake treats me like I do.

After we finished showering and drying off, there was no more putting it
off, the moment of truth had arrived. I was nervous. Although I'd topped
several guys, I wasn't super experienced and my size had resulted in some
clumsiness in the past. I didn't want to hurt Jake...it would have been
easier if I had fucked him before I cared about him.

I told Jake that I was afraid I might hurt him, and he said, "I am a
football player. I am used to taking some pain to get what I want." He can
be so corny when he is being brave. I knew he was nervous as well. He'd
never been able to swallow my cock, and I was fine with that, he had plenty
of other tricks in his bag when it came to oral sex, but there weren't
alternatives to the basic principle of anal sex, my cock was going to have
to go into his ass.

Some of you may be wondering why we weren't thinking of him topping me;
after all, he was an alpha male jock type, and his cock was...well,
manageable. We did talk about that, but it was Jake who finally said, "You
are a top, and I am a bottom. We are what we are and nothing is going to
change that." On occasion, we did reverse roles, but Jake was right, we
were a better fit being our true selves. That is not to say Jake was some
passive pussy boy. On the contrary, he was a very dominant bottom. There
were many times when my cock was his property and I was his sex slave. If
you've never been tied spread eagle on a bed while a hot jock rides your
cock, you haven't had real sex yet. However, I'm getting ahead of
myself. That night, we were two nervous teenagers trying to be worldly men.

I had Jake lie face down on the bed, and I started by massaging his
shoulders and back. Most of the bruises and tenderness were gone and Jake's
back muscles were tight. There had been a couple of warm days back home, so
he and I had laid out on the South side of the machine shed to get a little
sun. He had just the beginning of a tan.

As Jake relaxed, I moved lower and lower until I was massaging his
glutes. I told you that Jake never missed leg day, well in my world that
day was better known as ass day. Jake's ass was amazing and I loved to
kneed it with my hands. I was running my thumbs through his crack and
getting closer and closer to touching his hole. Then suddenly Jake was
startled, I'm not sure Jake even knew what rimming was, and I'm sure he'd
never had his hole licked, but at that moment Jake's eyes were opened and
he liked what he saw, or more precisely what he felt.

I had never been that big on sticking my face, let alone my tongue in some
guy's ass before, but Jake was different. I couldn't get enough of it. Part
of that was because Jake was the most hygienic guy I've ever met. I know
this may be TMI, but even after an intense practice or a day of work Jake's
body always seemed clean and fresh. He never had an unpleasant
smell. Instead, his body seemed to release a masculine, natural cologne
that attracted girls and gay boys like bees to a clover patch and that
telegraphed his Alpha dominance to the straight guys.

Anyway, after introducing Jake to the wonder of a good rim job, it was on
to the main event. I spread K-Y gel onto Jake's hole and used my fingers to
stretch and lube his hole. All the while I gently encouraged him to
relax. When his sphincter muscles were as loose as I thought they were
going to get, I slipped on a condom and applied enough lube to grease a
little pig. I put my cock against Jake's hole and asks if he was ready, and
he nodded. Then I reminded him to push out as I pushed in. I pushed forward
and at first nothing. Jake's hole was still resisting. I didn't say
anything and just waited. It wasn't long until Jake refocused and was able
to relax.

As he relaxed, he pushed back against my cock, and then, without warning,
my cock went from knocking on the door to standing in the entry. He waited
to get used to the feeling, and when ready continued to push back. It took
a while, but eventually, my cock bumped into a wall on the other side. Fuck
that felt so good, to be so deep inside him.

I'd been inside other guys before, and a few after Jake and I hooked up,
but none ever fit like Jake. It was like a puzzle, you can try putting
together a lot of different pieces, and some are close, but you know it
when you find the two pieces that were meant to go together. I guess that's
the reason Jake and I would always come back to each other regardless of
what pulled us apart. We fit together in so many ways, not the least of
which was my cock and his hole.

When Jake was ready he said, "Fuck me!," and I did. I will never forget,
nor could we ever repeat that first night. We'd become much better lovers
and partners over time, but that first time was special. I also learned
that Jake had another gift, he had an incredibly sensitive prostate and it
did not take much stimulation to make him cum. If you've never made a guy
cum from just fucking him, you have no idea what an ego booster that is. I
have to admit that there were times when I need to lift my spirits or get
over a failure I would find Jake and fuck him until he came. We have often
joked that he should charge me for therapy, but we could never figure out
how to code "Ego Booster Fuck" on the insurance claim form.

At eighteen Jake and I may not have been the most skilled lovers, but what
we lacked in quality, we made up for with quantity. We fucked twice more
that night, which was pretty damn incredible considering we had already
given each other a great blow job earlier in the day. Now at age 44,
cumming four times in 24 hours is reserved for anniversaries, birthdays,
New Year's Day, solar eclipses, and blue moons.

So there you have it, that's how I went from hating Jake Norris to fucking
Jake Norris. I wasn't in love with him yet. That would take a while but on
a very basic level, we were inseparably bonded. I owned him, and he owned
me.

Maybe sometime I'll tell you how we fell in love, but for now, let me just
say we have, and we are living a great life together. We haven't gotten
married yet, that will happen this May, just before we set off to hike the
Appalachian Trail. Jake and I are getting married in a double ceremony with
Granny Frida and Granny Judy. They decide the need to marry because as they
got older they wanted the legal rights that a marriage certificate gave
their relationship. Jake and I are getting married because we are beginning
to think of adopting. We figure that between the two of us, we know all the
ways to be a bad father, and we are committed to being good fathers. But
that is in the future.

So, the Appalachian trail hike is our honeymoon/pre-parenting
adventure. And no, we are not spending our three-month honeymoon sleeping
and fucking in a tent. I have an extensive list of B&Bs, rental cabins,
resorts, and motels along the way for us to choose from. As you may have
gathered, Jake and I like our showers, soft beds, and hot breakfasts.

As for how we can afford this at our age, well it helps to get lucky and be
a bit smart. While working on my post-graduate degree in computer sciences,
my cyber security interest continued to grow, and I developed some security
software that you will have only heard of if you work for certain sections
of the U.S. military, the State Department, or the U.S. Treasury. I sold
that work to the feds for an undisclosed amount of money and an agreement
not to work in IT for anyone but them for twenty years. FYI that's why many
of the places and people in this story have different names than you will
find if you go trying to Google them.

So in between government contracts, I help on the farm, do some
volunteering, and we travel a lot. By we I mean Jake, my grannies, and
myself. Jake and I like to do a lot of active travel, things like hiking
the Appalachian Trail, visiting the National parks, tall ship sailing,
salmon fishing in Alaska, going on safari, etc. With the Grannies we do a
lot of tourist-type travel, I have seen my share of museums, castles,
cathedrals and churches, and Broadway and London theater.

By the way, Jake did play football at OU, and though not a star, or the
Sooner QB, he was starting tight end his Junior and Senior year. He also
had the fortune of playing for the Sooners in 2000 when the team was
undefeated and won the national championship. Of course, I was there to see
Jake play in the national championship game. That ticket cost me four years
of playing trumpet in the Sooner marching band, but it was worth it.

 However, what made me most proud, was Jake graduated with a degree in
Health and Exercise Science, and minors in Spanish and French. He even
taught P.E. and Spanish, and coached football and basketball while I was in
graduate school. But when his grandfather died, he left Jake the
farm. Jake's father was pissed, but that's what you get for being an
asshole. When he got the farm, Jake decided he'd rather be a farmer. So, he
and Maria formed a partnership and bought out my Grannies. The Grannies
still live on the farm and help out when needed, but like I said, they like
to travel. I used some of the money I got from the purchase of my security
program to add more land to the farm, so Maria's sons also work on the
farm, which is why Jake and I can take off three months this summer.

Do Jake and I always get along, or see eye-to-eye? Hell no, we have had
some pretty fierce arguments, and on occasions, one of us has to go for a
drive until he cools off. The cool-off drive has a required stop at the
liquor store for a reconciliation bottle of Jack Danial or a six-pack of
Budweiser. However, we have two rules: we never punch, though often our
fights end in tickle wrestling, or some sexy spanking; and we never sleep
in separate beds. It's amazing how many problems can be solved when you
realize that you'd rather be fucking the guy lying next to you than
fighting with him.

So, I guess Jake and I are, in our own way, living happily ever after. It's
a story as old as gay erotica. Unfortunately, far too often that isn't how
real-life stories turn out. That's why I'm sharing mine, to give hope to
those who feel like giving up on happiness that their own Jake, their
perfect puzzle piece, is out there just waiting to be found.

The End

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