Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2002 10:46:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Male Lover <sekretpower@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight Jake 5 (Bisexual, High School)

If you are underage, or find male sex disgusting, please do not continue.
I just wanna thank all those who wrote to me after reading Straight Jake 4.
There were some who gave me a few suggestions on how the story should go,
but as I had already planned the plots in advance, I like to take this
opportunity to thank you guys and to apologise at the same time for not
being able to use your plots.

I agree with another reader that I should end the story at a high note, and
not when almost everyone gets bored with Jake and Leo.  There will be a few
more chapters after this and then, I will give these two guys a rest.
Concerning this chapter, I will like to apologise in advance if the work
this time offends anyone.  The story here is purely fictional.

As usual, if you like the story, please let me know at
sekretpower@yahoo.com Please forgive me for my poor grammar.

_____________________________________________

In the previous chapter, we find Jake and Leo faced a rocky relationship,
when the town's substitute priest, 34 year old Father Rykes openly
condemned lust in the morning sermon.  But Leo thought it was funny, as
Father Rykes, a stud himself, was actually getting lustful attention from
the female churchgoers as well.  But the sermon did the damage.  It had
shocked Jake, who chose to stay away from Leo for a while.  Leo, who had
fallen for Jake, was disappointed.  After two weeks of turmoil - Lori asked
for a cool-off period, Donna found a new boyfriend, Leo found out that Lori
was cheating on him with her two cousins, and bruises of ego, Jake found
his way back into Leo's heart, with a little help of 'medicine'.


Title: Straight Jake 5


	I woke up to the sound of my silent bedroom, filled only by the
sound of Jake's heavy breathing.  I was happy.  Really happy.  The turn of
the event had been nothing but a blessing to me, as I had missed Jake so
much.  To be able to touch him again, to be able to feel him and do wonders
to his body, as only I could, much of the resentment and ache I had
carried, disappeared.
	I watched Jake, who was lying on my bed, beside me.  His eyes were
closed.  There was this certain feeling of calmness on his face expression
with his head sunk unto the soft, extra pillow of mine.  I watched his
face.  He looked so peaceful in his sleep.  Jake was such a stud, I could
not believe this guy could be available for such a long time.  He looked so
handsome.  And I was lucky, damn lucky, to be the one who took his
virginity away.
	I longed to kiss him.  I wished I could.  But I dared not to.  The
boundary of male sex between the two of us was something that we had just
broken recently.  It might be a poor excuse but sex was an act driven by
lust.  Lust could be so powerful that at times, it overshadowed
self-control.  But a kiss was different.  A kiss was intimate.
	I knew I fell for Jake.  But to kiss him and be caught, I did not
dare to think how his reaction would be.  I could not bear another day
without having him near me.
	My eyes moved down to his topless body.  I watched as his chests
rose and fell, to the rhythm of his breathing.  His pecs were pretty
developed for a young guy like him, due to the constant drill of workouts.
My eyes gazed lustfully at his nipples.  His body was smooth and hard.  Abs
was well-toned and lean.  I felt my cock stirred, although I had just
jerked myself off before my sleep.
	I raised my index fingertip and moved it closer to his pecs.
Gently, I felt the tip of his left nipple.  It was soft to my touch, even
when I pressed it a little.  My body began to feel warmer as my excitement
rose.  I ran my fingertip around his nipple ring.
	Jake stirred.
	'Hey you... why aren't you asleep?' he asked as he stretched his
body a little.  He turned his face to me, but he did not move his body
away.  He was letting me having my fun with his body, as usual.  I
continued to caress his nipples, although I was no longer so gentle.  I
started to pinch and pull them a little.
	Jake looked down at the work of my fingers.  He just smiled and
turned his head back up, to face me.
	'Did I wake you?' I asked in return.  I had raised my head up on my
right arm.  My eyes continued to explore his naked top.  Jake's smile was
so adorable.
	'No...,' he paused.  'No.  I had been awake for the
past... er.. maybe 15 minutes?'
	'Oh?  Why?' I asked.  My fingers had stopped teasing his nipples,
and had moved on, to feeling the curves of his swell pecs, and running my
palm over his chests.  His nipples were already pointy and hard.
	'Just thinking,' Jake said.  He giggled a bit, as he felt my palm
tickled his skin.
	I did not say anything.  Neither did I ask him what he was thinking
of.  I had been thinking about the two of us.  I assumed that he was doing
the same too.  There were too many things to ask, and I did not know where
to start.
	Since Jake arrived after dinner, I had locked both of us up in my
room, got down of my knees and took him in my mouth.  I made him cummed
twice and even ejaculated myself to his groan as my mouth received his
9-inches thick cock.  My parents had left for poker night, so there was no
one to disturb us.  I had already decided to pleasure Jake to the most,
although we had 3 sessions earlier on in the school toilet.
	I had only stopped when Jake felt bad about me being the one who
kept getting him off while he did nothing back for me in return.  I sure
did not mind, but Jake was also tired.  So, as he slipped back into his
shorts, and climbed onto his side of the bed, I crawled into my place
beside him.
	As much as I wanted to hug him to sleep, I dared not to.  The most
I could do was to sleep close to him, letting my skin pressed against his,
as we both tried to sleep.  Jake did not move away from me, so I took it as
a signal he did not mind.  There was no hugging, although I had really
wanted to.  So, I forced myself to be contented with just having Jake
sleeping by my side.


	I continued to feel him under my fingertips as I ran them down his
stomach, tracing the lines of his vague muscle lines.  Jake's breathing
continued to raise his stomach up and down.  My index fingertip made a
circle around the ring of Jake's navel.  Jake laughed softly as he felt
ticklish again.  Jake had raised his head a bit, and his eyes were
following my fingers.
	I slid my hand lower, passing through the elastic waist band of his
shorts, just to be met by his uncovered cock.  Jake was not wearing any
brief.  His cock was longer, but still soft, an obvious fact from my
consistent assault on his manhood since afternoon.  At least we knew that
the viagra effect was no longer there.
	My fingers felt the length of his shaft.  Jake sighed a deep
out-breath.
	I used my fingers to caress his pubic hair gently.  Jake giggled
again.  I ran my fingers around the hair, and played gently with it between
my fingers.  Touching that area of his groin, covered by his trim hair,
brought a sense of joy to me, as I was sure no one else could go that far
with Jake, except for me.  There was the sense of Jake belonging to me when
he allowed me to feel him that way.
	'You like that, huh?' Jake asked, as he moved his right hand over,
to stroke my head a couple of times.
	'I like any part of you,' I answered, looking into his eyes.
	'Slut!' Jake teased.
	'Only for you,' I teased back, which I would believe was the truth.
We both chuckled.
	I released my hand from his shorts and sat up.
	'You wanna have coffee?  Cookies?' I asked Jake.  Since that we two
were up, I thought Jake might want something.
	'Er... if you don't mind,' Jake said as he raised his body up by
the back of his arms.
	'Be back in a few minutes,' I said, as I jumped off the bed and
rushed to the door.


	When I made my way back to the room, Jake was no longer on the bed.
But the curtain of my balcony door was moving to the breeze.  The door was
opened.  Jake had gone outside.  I carried the tray of coffees and
chocolate chips to the balcony, making my way through the thick curtain.
	Jake saw me coming, and got up to help me.  He was sitting on the
floor.
	'Why are you doing out here?' I asked.
	'I needed fresh air.'
	I placed the tray down and joined him as we both sat down on the
floor, resting our backs on the wall.  I looked up.  It was a nice early
morning.  It was still dark, and the moonlight was the only source of light
for the area where we were.  There were a few stars blinking.  I looked
over, at where Jake was.  He gave me a smile.  I wished the sunrise would
never come.  I wanted the moment to last.  I did not wish to say goodbye to
him when daylight showed itself.
	Jake seemed to understand my smile.  He put his arm around my
shoulder and both of us just sat there, enjoying the cool air and the
silence.  Our topless bodies were pressed against each other.
	'Here, before it turned cold,' I offered his mug to him.  I only
wished the coffee would be as good as Mrs. Krishna's.  Mrs. Krishna, my
housemaid, had a way with the meals or drinks she made.  Almost everything
else tasted inferior to Mrs. Krishna's, once one tasted her prepared meals.
Or in this case, the coffee.  But I remembered well her advice on how to
prepare a good one, and to impress Jake, I tried.
	'Hmmm...' Jake hummed, approved of my coffee.  I was glad.
	I joined him in sipping mine.
	A few moments passed again before I broke the silence.
	'Jake, I think we need to talk.'
	Jake was quiet.
	'I know,' he said a few seconds later, as he removed his hand away
from my shoulder, and wrapped his arms around his raised knees.
	'Look.  I am sorry, Leo.  I should not have treated you that way
when we left the church that day, but I was really confused.  I was being a
jerk.'
	'And still is,' I joked a little as I gave a light pat on his
kneecap.
	Jake chuckled.  But his face expression turned serious moments
later.
	'I really wanted to think what Father Rykes had said.  His words
were sharp but were really eye-opener.  They hit me hard.  I was scared,'
Jake said as his head bowed low.  'But that was no excuse for the way I had
treated you.  I mean, you and I are in this together.  If there is
anything, it should be me with you, through all this.'
	I waited to hear him say more.  It was my turn to put my hand
around his shoulder, to let him know that I was alright.  I was not alright
before, but with Jake beside me, I was willing to let the past passed.
	'I am sorry,' Jake apologised.
	'Then why didn't you call me?' I asked Jake.
	'I did!  But you never returned my calls.'
	I was stunned.  But knowing the people in my house, I was not
surprised that I did not get the messages.
	'Ohhhh...' was all I could say.  'I did not know, Jake.  I did not
know you called.'  My anger was rising.  I wished my family would be more
sensitive.
	'Oh... When I called but you did not call back, I thought you were
angry with me for the way I treated you,' Jake said, as he turned his face
to me.
	His eyes were filled with a certain look of sadness, for all the
confusion we two had gone through.  I felt bad.  Perhaps I had over-reacted
for the past two weeks.
	'When I had realised my mistake, I wished I could approach you.
But you were like giving me this cold shoulder... cold stare.  I figured
you would shout at me, if not punch me, if I come near you.  I was really
lost.  I did not know what to do,' Jake added.  'Where you angry with me?'
	'Yeah,' I mumbled, as I rested my chin on my kneecap.  Guilt was
building in me.  If I had knew Jake was miserable when I was angry with
him, that would have been a joy.  But in this different circumstance, I
felt the pang.
	'I am sorry,' Jake apologised again.
	'No, it was not your fault,' I told Jake.  'I.. er.. I..' I
stumbled, fearing to tell him.
	'What...' Jake asked.
	I breathed in a deep breath.  Should I tell him?  I feared his
reaction.
	'I did not know... er... what's with you and Marilyn and more... I
just got out of control.  I.. er...' I tried to explain, but obviously did
a poor job.  I looked away.
	'You mean, jealous?  Like that night when I was with Donna?' Jake
asked.
	I was shocked.  I turned to face him.  How did he know?  Oh my god!
He knew!  Even about my jealousy of Donna when she had Jake's in her.
	'How.. how did you...' I stammered in surprise.
	'..know?' Jake finished my sentence for me.  'Somehow, I figured.
Your eyes were telling me things.  But I was not sure then.'
	Oh fuck!  I did not know what to do.  I was caught.  Was it alright
with Jake that I was jealous?  A guy who was jealous with a girl for
touching my Jake?  My heart began to beat faster.  I was speechless and
scared.
	'Hey,' Jake said, as he gave my back a light tap, 'are you okay?'
	'I.. I don't know,' I said, in confusion.  My eyes were staring
far, but were looking at nothing.  I dared not to have any eye contact with
Jake.  He would know as fear was written in my eyes.
	But somehow he knew.  He patted my back, put his arm around my
waist and pulled me closer to him.
	'What's the matter?' he asked, concerned.
	'I'm not sure... I don't know.. I mean, it kinda depends..' I
answered, hesitating, as I was not sure of what to say.
	'Depends?  On what?' Jake asked.  He never let go of me.  He was
trying to make me feel at ease.
	'I don't know why I felt that way when I see you...  with that,
that church bimbo!' I cursed softly.  I broke away from his arm.
	Jake was quiet.  I was scared I offended him when I labeled Marilyn
as a bimbo.  I turned to face him.  But he was not angry.  He was smiling.
	'What?!' I asked, puzzled with his reaction.
	'You are jealous!' Jake said.
	'What's so funny about that?' I asked.
	'No.  Nothing funny,' he quickly answered.
	I was lost.  I still did not know how he felt about the whole
thing, or how I should feel.
	'Leo...'
	'Yes?' I responded softly.
	'Thank you,' he said.
	'Huh?'
	'When I saw that you were jealous, I was surprised.  But I felt
honoured too,' Jake explained.
	More questions were forming in my head.  Honoured?  Why?  Was that
normal?  Even for Jake too?  But I did not say anything.  I let him
continued to do the talking.
	'Leo, I really did not know what to do with what you were feeling.
And I knew I cannot stop you from feeling such a way.  I mean, to know that
you are vying for my attention.  That is...,' he paused as he searched for
words, '... neat.  Sweet.  I know it sounds silly, but I felt kinda proud
for a moment that I was a cause of jealousy.'
	Jake was still smiling away.  I could see what he meant.  Not being
in a relationship before, Jake never knew for certain, how it felt like to
be fought over for.  If only Jake knew in how many girls he had stirred the
feeling of jealousy.  Girls were crazy over this stud.  They were jealous
when either one was able to get close to him.
	We were quiet for a while.
	'So, you are okay with this?' I asked.  I needed to make sure.
	'I cannot say that I wanna encourage you with this,' Jake said.
	I felt a letdown.  I wished he would say that he wanted that.  If
he had said yes, I would have known that he wanted me to feel like that for
him.
	Jake saw my face expression.
	'Hey...,' he said to me, as he jerked me a little on my shoulder.
'Why are you upset with this?'
	I did not answer.
	'Listen, Leo.  I don't think I should encourage you to be jealous,
right?'
	I was still quiet.  My eyes looked away.  I knew he was right.  But
I was scared of our relationship in the days ahead.  I mean, how would I
react if I would see Jake with Marilyn again?  Would I be able to resist
the feeling of anguish and jealousy?  I doubted I had the strength to.
	I felt Jake's arm going around my waist again.  With one pull, he
got me close to him again as he hugged me tight.  I tried to push away.  I
did not want to be all mushy when I was not sure what to expect from our
relationship.  But Jake would not let go.
	'You know...,' he whispered to my ear.  I stopped my struggle,
waiting for him to continue.
	'You know, you don't be jealous,' he continued his whisper.  'I
mean, the girls..' he meant Donna and Marilyn, '...were not that lucky.  I
mean, who took my virginity?'
	I turned to look at him in the face.  He was blushing.  I realised
that he was trying to console me.  He was right.  It was me, who was the
lucky one to enjoy him.  Not Marilyn.  Not Donna.
	He loosened his hug around me, but I did not bother to struggle
free this time.  I was happy to have his arm around me.  He could see my
smile forming.  He knew his trick had worked.
	'And who gets to eat my cum...' he added.
	'Pervert!' I snapped at him, jokingly.
	'Oh, look who's talking!'
	That really broke the odd moment we had for a while.  We both
laughed quietly.  Things were going to be alright between us.  I was glad
that we shared.  I knew there was still the question of me being in love
with Jake.  But Jake had tried to cheer me up over the jealousy issue.  I
did not want to pursue the ugly mood any further that time.  Enough was
enough for whatever we had discussed so far.  The rest had to wait.
	I reached down and grabbed a chip cookie for him.
	Jake politely declined.  I guessed our conversation had made us
lose our appetite.
	Jake used his hand to brush up the front of his hair.  He looked
simply beautiful and dashing.  He realised that I was looking at him, and
turned to flash me his million-dollar winning smile.  I felt my heart
melted away again.
	It was at that moment, I could not control my desire.  I just had
to know.
	Without even thinking twice, I raised myself up slightly, leaned
forward, closed my eyes and planted a kiss on his lips.  Jake's lips were
moist and soft.  The touch of our lips together seemed to take my whole
strength away.  It was like a burning desire exhausted, at last.
	 But Jake did not move.  I opened my eyes and saw his eyes were
opened wide as I retreated.
	Oh no!  What had I done!  Immediately I regretted my action.  I
should not have done that.  I should not have tried to find out.  I felt
embarrass.  I felt silly.  I felt the hurt.
	Jake did not kiss back.
	It was like the answer I dared not to find out, but it was coming
to me.  When Jake did not kiss back, I knew what that meant.
	'I'm sorry.  I did not know what came over me,' I said, trying hard
to cover up my injured pride through my voice.  It was not so convincing.
	'Er... I..' Jake tried to say something, but was at lost for words.
	I quickly gulped down the last few sips of coffee in my mug and got
up.  I could not be there with Jake.  I was too embarrass.  I needed to be
somewhere else.
	'Wait, Leo!' Jake shouted softly, and got up to catch up with me.
	His hand caught my arm.
	'I'm sorry.  But I don't think I can do that.  I don't know if I
want to.  I just don't know,' Jake tried to explain again.
	'No, it was my mistake.  You don't have anything to do with that
just now.  I'm alright,' I tried to assure Jake, but both of us knew I was
lying.  I was not ok.
	Jake turned me to face him and hug me in his arms.  I felt like
crying, but I held back.  I felt so silly and alone.  Jake would never fall
for me.  I was playing the game alone.  Jake would never be mine.
	Jake seemed to understand my sadness, but I did not blame him for
not doing anything.  I did not know what to do too, in such circumstance.
	After awhile, Jake pushed me onto my bed.  I fell onto my back.
Before I could get up, Jake slipped his fingers through my the band of my
shorts and pulled my shorts down, to my knees and struggled to get it off.
	'No, Jake... I don't think this is the right time,' I protested
lightly, but Jake knew I was crazy in sex with him.  He did not believe me.
He knew too well.  He did not bother to stop.
	'No Jake!' I repeated as he yanked my shorts off and threw it down.
I was naked on my bed.
	Jake stripped down his shorts.  He knew I lied when I protested
earlier.  He could see it was obvious as I did not attempt to move away
this time.
	With him standing there, I could see Jake in all his naked glory.
A firm body and impressive medium swell of muscles.  His cock was
semi-hard, pointing 45 degree.
	Jake climbed up the bed and parted my legs.  He raised my knees and
adjusted his position closer to my ass.  I lied there almost motionless,
changing into every position he wanted me to be in.
	He aimed his cockhead at my asscrack.
	'Jake?'
	'Yes?' Jake answered, with his eyes looking at mine.
	'Put some spit on it, please...'
	'Oh...'  That was all Jake said, before he bowed his head down and
spitted saliva onto his palm.  He used that hand to stroke his cock a few
times, lathering it up.  Each time he pulled his long dick, I felt his
cockhead brushing against my asscheeks.  My cock began to grow.
	Jake aimed back his cockhead at my ass.  I raised my legs up and
rested them on his shoulders, lifting my ass for him.  His cockhead found
the access.  With one push, his cockhead easily slipped into my asshole.
It was stretched too often by Jake, and only Jake.
	He pushed a bit and more of his shaft was swallowed in.  Jake
retreated a bit and slammed it back in.  I groaned.  Jake could feel the
tense from the reflexes of my leg muscles and on my abs.  My anus
contracted and held Jake's thick cock tight.  I could feel Jake enlarging
and thickening within me.  He was getting more excited, just like me.
	He pushed more of himself into me.  Bit by bit, and with much soft
groans and moans from the two of us, I felt my balls touching his groin.
Jake had pushed himself entirely into me.  I could feel his 9-inch man
muscles stretched me inside.  Jake's eyes never leave mine.  He was
watching me for every joy and ecstasy I was feeling from his pump.
	He gently pushed my legs away.  Slowly, he lowered himself down.
Placing his head onto the pillow space beside my head, I felt his whole
hard body crushed and pressed on top of mine.  The feel of our skins
touching sent jolts of sexual pleasure.  But it was over yet, this display
of Jake.
	Jake slowly rocked me and he humped his thick cock in and out of
me, gently.  As he fucked me slowly, his solid body brushed against mine,
with every touch screaming sex.  My heart was in total lust.  I hungered
more of him.
	I raised my legs and wrapped them around Jake's body, as he
continued to plunge me gently.  My hands went under his arms and hugged his
body closed to me, as I groaned to each of his soft assault on my ass with
his giant cock.  His cock might be pumping slowly in my ass, but the
pleasure was tremendous.  My heart yearned for more of him.  I wanted him
to be faster, to hurt me with all his strength, and yet I wanted him to
stay like that.  In that way, it felt like forever, with him moving slowly,
in and out of me.
	Jake was trying to make it up to me.  He could not kiss me.  So,
that was the best he could give me.  And I knew it was such a thing that
had made me fallen more for him.
	Jake used his body weight to press me down as he continued to hump
me.  He could feel my hard-on, sandwiched between our abs.  Each rock
rubbed my cock against his skin and my own.  He lifted his head, to be
greeted by my happy smile.  He just wanted to make sure I was feeling
better.  He smiled back happy.
	He rested his head back on the pillow.  All this time, his body
never stopped to slide his buried cock in and out of me.  I felt his sweat
on my body, on my skin.  I knew he felt mine too.  We were both panting for
air.
	The pleasure was too much.  Our constant rubbing on my cock, made
me sent spurts of cum onto both of us.  I groaned, as Jake slipped his arm
beneath my neck and pulled me close.  Jake did not last long after me.  I
felt his cockhead and shaft thickened and a moment later, I felt his cum
ejaculated into me.



	When I woke up, my room was already litted by the ray of sunlight
sneaking into the room through my door and window curtains.  Jake was naked
beside me, sleeping.  I was naked too.  When I moved a bit to give him more
space on the bed, he slowly opened his eyes.  When he saw me, he smiled.  I
smiled back.
	'Morning...' I greeted him.
	'Hmmm...,' he hummed as he stretched his body and turned around, to
lie on his back.  'Morning, Leo,' he greeted back, as he broke into a yawn.
	'I can see you smiling now.  So, things ok between us now?' he
asked.
	'What do you mean?' I turned to face him.  My eyes were watching
his limb cock, resting on his crotch, but quickly returned my stare to his
face.  He looked so angelic, as always.
	'Well, someone almost got into bed in a bad mood, as I recall,' he
teased, breaking into chuckles.
	'And was that your standard way to change his mood?' I teased back,
referring to him fucking me.
	'Unless that someone does not want it that way...' he pushed the
ball back to me.  Of course I wanted it that way.  I would love to have
Jake in me anytime.  Even if it meant I would be the one doing the
servicing.  I did not mind being dominated.  Not if it was by Jake.
	Jake knew I wanted it.  He did not need me to answer his question.
	'So, are you and Marilyn an item now?' I asked.  I was scared he
would say yes.  But I guessed I needed to know some time.  Better sooner
than later.  It was pointless to go around, pretending Jake was available,
when in fact he was with someone already.
	'What makes you think that?' Jake asked.
	'You two were spending a lot of time together.  In school.'
	'Huh?' Jake answered back.  'Oh!  Oh!  Leo!  You'd got it wrong!'
	Jake sat up, pulled his pillow up against the head of the bed, and
leaned on it.  He pulled his blanket to cover his naked groin.
	I got up too, sitting in the middle of the bed, facing him.
	'What do you mean?'
	'The church came up with a project for the teens.  And half of the
committee members are the friends you know.  You know, Marilyn, me and
others in the same church.  I wanted to ask you to join, but you did not
return my calls,' Jake replied.
	'Oh...' was all I could offer.  I wondered if I had not
over-reacted, would Marilyn have the chance to be near Jake so often? But
my thought was interrupted by Jake.
	'But Marilyn did come on to me.  She wanted to go steady,' Jake
added, as his eyes watched my face for reaction.
	I did not say a thing.  I avoided the eye contact.  I was scared of
the truth.
	'And I told her no.'
	I really could not believe my ears when I heard that.  Although my
head bowed down, I knew Jake could see me smiling.  I was relieved.  And
happy.  And I felt a pillow hitting me.
	'Jerk!  You like me being alone, all for you, huh?' Jake pretended
to be angry.
	But my huge smile, seen as I looked at him, calmed his pretense.
	That explained why Marilyn looked upset on one of the school days.
I did not ask Jake why he rejected her.  I liked the news so far.  I did
not intend to spoil it.  Blissful ignorance.
	'Well, if Donna asks me, maybe I would consider...' Jake added,
breaking into laughter.
	I laughed too.  The news about Jake and Marilyn not-being-together
was too great for me to be bothered with his insult.  I was too happy.
	'And Leo...' Jake called.
	'Yes?'
	'Sorry about you and Lori.'


	We spent the whole afternoon catching up on the games that we had
not been playing together for two weeks.  Mrs. Krishna cooked an excellent
lunch for us, because Jake was with us.  Father Thompson had left for his
'mission' in another church.  He won't be back until Sunday, just like the
previous weekends.  Jake was not needed to accompany him this time.  My dad
complaint, in a joking manner, that it seemed like Jake was the owner of
the house since that Mrs. Krishna had gone through all the trouble for him,
treating him like a VIP.
	We played basketball, and Jake won.  We shot pool in my house, and
Jake won too.  We logged into the internet and faked all our information in
chatting with other teens.  By the time it was dinner, we had to be scolded
by Mrs. Krishna and mom, to sit down quietly and eat our meals.


	I got a call from Lori.  She was sobbing over the phone.  She
regretted her rush action of asking for a cooling off period and would like
us to meet, to discuss about us.  I looked over to where Jake was sitting.
He was reading a magazine.  Looking at Jake, I decided that what I had with
Lori was over.  There might be another girl who could steal my heart away
from Jake, but it was definitely not Lori.  I told her that I was not free
and I would talk to her on Sunday night.  Jake would be back to his house
by then and I wanted to have every minute of his time with me that weekend.
	Jake and I retired to my bedroom for a private chat.  To avoid any
suspicion, I left the door opened as we did not plan to have any more
encounters until everyone was asleep.  Mrs. Krishna had left for home.  Mom
had a colleague over.  Dad left for a church meet.
	'Why didn't you go to church last week?' Jake asked me, as he threw
an Ace spade card onto the bed.  We were playing cards.
	'Didn't feel like it.'  My answer was short and simple, but it was
the truth.  I could not bear facing the church and even Father Rykes after
what had happened a fortnight ago.
	'But we are going tomorrow, right?'
	I nodded my head lightly.  My eyes were on my cards.
	'I promise this time I will sit with you,' he added.
	I looked up.  I was surprised.  He would do that for me?  To make
me happy?  He smiled as he saw a smile forming on my face.  Jake had never
sit anywhere but the front row.  I was so touched.
	'But you have to share me with your parents.  I believe they are
going to be with us, right?' he teased.
	'Asshole!' I snapped back.  But I was happy.  Damn happy!
	'Jake?'
	'Yes?'
	'What about the things the church had said?' I asked.
	'Leo, those words were said by Father Rykes.  May not be what
others wanna say.'
	I just listened.  I knew Jake was going to explain.
	'You should be there, in my house, when my dad called Father Rykes
over.  They did not know I was there, but I could hear their conversations
clearly.  My dad was upset with the tone Father Rykes had used to carry out
the sermon.  My dad told him that there are a few kinds of Christians.  His
tone and speech were appropriate, according to my dad, if he was talking to
a few individuals that he knew well.'
	Jake cleared his throat as he watched me, to see if I was
interested to hear more.  I was.
	'My dad was telling Father Rykes off as nicely as he could, that he
would frighten those with weaker faith.  Although sermons were meant to
build faith and devotion, proper application is important.  And my dad said
some church-goers complaint.'
	'Oh,' I uttered.  I could not imagine a priest going against
another priest.  But in this town, people respected highly Father
Thompson's view and opinion.  Father Thompson had a way with people.  They
felt at ease with him.  They could pour their problems to him, without
feeling that they were judged upon.
	'When Father Rykes left, dad and I had a talk later.  I wanted to
know more,' Jake said, as he smiled weakly to me.
	'Dad told me, confidentially, that he worried about Father Rykes,'
Jake said.
	'About what?'
	'Well, Dad thinks that Father Rykes acts as if he is the one.  That
his words are words of the Bible.  Sometimes, dad feels like Father Rykes
thinks he is God.  It worries dad a lot.'
	'So?  What's your father gonna do about this?' I asked.
	'Nothing.  My dad said that sometimes when priests are young and
new, in years of experience, they tend to react more emotionally.  Dad said
that it would wear off, as they learnt about the people.'
	Father Thompson sounded so wise.  But then again, I knew he was.
	'I even asked him about lust,' Jake added again.
	'So?' I asked, eager to hear what Jake's father had said.
	'He told me that men are born sinful.  Men are not perfect.  But if
men were, then they won't be needing any help.  They won't be needing
churches.  They won't be needing the Bible.  But men are not.  So, as long
as they need guidance, my dad said they should not be made to feel guilty.'
	'My dad said that men are way too complex now.  New approaches
should be used to deal with their emotions and problems.  Including lust,'
Jake added.
	I dared not to ask about gays.  Or bisexuals.  Besides, I doubted
Jake talked to his dad about gays too.
	'So, why did you come back?' I asked after we kept silent for a
while.
	Jake seemed to take forever to answer this one.  This time, it was
him who avoided the eye contact when he told me his answer.
	'Because, for me, being without you is just not right,' Jake
answered.
	His uneasiness was telling me to ask no more.  I did not wish to
anyway.  His answer was what I wanted to hear.
	My heart was stolen again.



	An hour later, Jake was ahead of me, running but kept watching
behind, to see if I was following him. I ran faster to keep up with him.  I
did not know where we were going.  Jake refused to let me know.  I was
supposed to keep my mouth shut, make no noise and follow his lead.
	We ran through several houses, as he made me parked my car a
distance away.  We did not run far.  Suddenly Jake stopped and looked
around, before gesturing me to follow him up a hill.  We climbed through
the trees and tall grasses.  I could see us approaching the back of a house
on the hilltop.  I recognised the house.  It belonged to our school's
History substitute teacher, Miss Pamela Jenkins.  It was a small
single-storey house, surrounded by grasses, due to poorly taken-care-of
gardens.  There were a few trees around her house, which gave her place an
even more crippy look.
	If there was any teacher to lust over, it had to be Miss Jenkins.
She was only 27 years old, pretty, smart, available, sexy and really horny.
Her breasts were huge and the guys would often take note of them as she
walked pass them.  Rumour had it that she was fucking a few students.  Miss
Jenkins had hit on me before.  Of course, she was careful not to do it in
front of Lori.  She did not dare to touch Jake, as she was afraid of Jake's
father, but I had seen the way her eyes checked out Jake whenever he walked
by.
	I pulled Jake's arm sleeve, to stop him.  He turned to me and
signalled me to move on.  He knew it was her house.  He insisted that I
followed along.  He was trying to show me something.
	Miss Jenkins' house was in the dark.  She must had gone out or
slept early.  But as we moved closer to her house, I could see dim red
light from her window.  Her window curtain was closed, but there were some
small gaps letting out the light.  Her window panes were opened.  The
closest house was a few hundreds feet away, and since that the area was in
the dark, I was sure no one could see us.
	Jake pulled me nearer to her house.  We could hear voices coming
from that room.  That room must be her bedroom.  When we went nearer, we
could hear her groans and screams of lust.  Someone was banging her.
	I could barely make out what she was screaming.  She was definitely
begging for more.
	Jake made the shhh gesture with his finger and pulled me to her
window.  Her curtain was poorly drawn, and that left us a few gaps to peek
through.  We squatted and peeked beneath the curtain.
	I could see her.  She was on her bed, on all four, being rammed in
a dogstyle by a guy.  Her breasts were hanging low, swinging back and fro
as she was banged from the back.  I could not see the guy's face, as it was
blocked by the curtain.  But his abs was lean, and I could tell that this
man was muscular.  A young adult.  And his cock was a giant.  Might be as
big as Jake's 9-inch, but Jake's was thicker.  We could see it slid in and
out of her cunt, as she groaned.
	The man was shouting at her, as he slapped her buttcheek again and
again, with each thrust.
	'Tell me you like that, whore!  TELL ME!'
	'Oh baby... I like that.. I like that...' Miss Jenkins moaned.
	'Yeah, you like that cock inside you, don't you?  You dirty bitch!
Cheap whore!' he screamed as he rammed a hard one into her, where she
yelped with joy.
	'All you bitches are the same.  Cunts!  Take that, bitch!' he
yelled as he pulled out his thick cock and slammed another hard one into
her, as he pulled her hips hard to his groin.  She pressed her head onto
the bed as she silenced her scream through the mattress.
	'Oh no, you don't, bitch!' the man said, as he reached out and
pulled her hair.  She yelped and her head was pulled back.
	'Say you want me! SAY IT!'
	'I want you.. ohhhh... I want you bad!!' she screamed, and groaned
more.  She might be screaming pain, but her face was a mixture of sensual
ecstasy and hurt.
	'Yeah... that's more like it.... you bitch!  All you damn sinners!
You all need this cock badly to clean you, huh?  ANSWER ME!' he yelled
again as he pounded her hard, much to her pleasure.
	'Yes, father!  Yes, father!  I've sinned!  Help me!  HELP ME!'  she
screamed back, before going into groaning again.
	I went blank.  Father?  I turned to see Jake.  Jake knew I was
surprise, but he gestured me to be quiet and continued to watch.
	'Yeah.. yeah.. that's more like it!  You all just needed to be
taught.  Take this!  And this!  And this!' he yelled, as he thrust her cunt
again and again with his big cock.  Each time his thick cock crushed into
her, she jolted forward, but was held back.  She could do nothing but
groaned.
	I tried to peek who this stud was.  I needed to know.  I adjusted
my head position to see higher.  Jake just let me.
	My eyes eyed his hips, moving up his leaned abs, to his
well-defined smooth hard chests.  I could see his arms, with nice muscles.
He was sweating but was still shouting at Miss Jenkins, as he slammed into
her.  Whore!  Bitch!  Slut!  Basically all one could think of, came out of
his mouth.  His voice was too familiar.
	As he lunged again and again his cock into Miss Jenkins' pussy, I
caught his face.  I thought I was about to get a heartattack.
	It was Father Steve Rykes!!!
	'Yeah, you like that cock in your pussy, don't you?  Say yeah!'
	'Yeah,' she moaned.
	'Sinner!  I gonna wash your sin away, you bitch!  Take this!' he
plunged another deep one into her pussy.  That was the last stroke.
	Father Rykes pulled out his thick cock and aimed it at her pussy.
He gripped hard the base of his cock, making his cockhead swollen angry as
it sprayed cum all over her bush of groin hair.
	'Yeah!  Let me clean your sin away, you slut!' he said, as he wiped
his cum-covered cockhead on her pubic hair.  He gave her buttcheek one hard
slap.
	SMACK!  There was a red mark, where the slap hit.  He hit her hard.
	But she wanted more.  Miss Jenkins turned around and took Father
Rykes' still hard cock, and licked it clean with her tongue.
	Jake gestured to me, that we should be moving.  Quietly, we traced
our way back, leaving behind Miss Jenkins and Father Rykes.  But my mind
could not stop thinking of what I had just seen.
	That stud was Father Rykes?  The one who preached on all sorts of
holiness?  That lusty and lustful guy was Father Rykes?  I was speechless.


THE END.
Date: 12 April 2002

I apologise if I offend anyone.  But we all know hypocrites exist.  It was
not intentionally meant to insult anyone.

If you like the story, write me at sekretpower@yahoo.com
My stories are stored at http://egroups.yahoo.com/group/sekretpower/files/