Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2004 18:40:58 -0400
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Jakey

Disclaimer: Do not continue reading if you are not 18 years old or you are
offended by portrayals of male to male sex or the laws in your state or
county forbid this type of material.

Copyright 2004 by the author. Do not reproduce or distribute this story
without the author's permission.

Names, characters, locations and incidents are fictional. Any resemblance
to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

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	"Hey Jakey!"

	"What the fuck?" I thought to myself. "No one had called me that
since High School." I had just paid for my coffee and was sitting down at a
table by the window when the voice from the past startled me - almost
spilled my latte. I turned. "Phil? Phil Barkley?"

	"Yeah, Man. Long time. Shit, you look great."

	"So do you," I lied.

	"Mind if I join you? Just let me buy a cup of joe. Be right back."

	Phil Barkley. We were best buddies back at West High. Went out for
football together. We were both into old cars. Even double dated a few
times. But when I went away to college and his family moved south, we lost
touch.

	"So whatcha been doing, Jakey? They probably don't call you Jakey,
do they? It's been ten years. Lotta water under the fuckin bridge." Just
like Phil. Motormouth. Always asked questions and didn't stop to let you
answer. He stopped to take a sip of coffee and I started to fill him in.

	"Well, I'm a news photographer. Free lance." I mentioned the major
weekly that publishes a lot of my work. Figured, what the fuck, blow my own
horn a little. Back in High School, we were always competitive. Who had the
fastest car? Who made the most points in football? Who had the longest
cock?

	"No shit! Good for you. I'm in plumbing myself. Had my own business
in Greensborough 'til it went under. Too many damn deadbeat customers. I
was hoping to hook up with someone in this neck of the woods and get going
again. Know any plumbers, Jakey?"

	I shook my head. The only guy I ever called on to work on my pipes
was the custodian of my apartment house.

	"Gotta find work soon. I got bills up my asshole, what with the car
payment, and child support and . . ."

	"Whoa, buddy." I had to stop him there. "You got a kid?"

	"Yeah, shit. I got myself married to a brainless blonde down in
Greensborough. Big boobs, but less sense than a fuckin flea. I told her I
didn't want no kids, but I trusted her to use protection. Big mistake. Now
I got a little boy. Cute little guy though. A lot like me. He's three
now. You can't shut him up."

	So here we were, two once-buddies, living in two different
worlds. He was an out-of-work, out-of-shape, divorced father. I was a
successful, well-traveled closeted gay man with a fairly decent body, if I
do say so myself.

	I told Phil I had to get to an appointment with my editor. I gave
him my card and suggested we get together for lunch some time. I thought
about him a lot that afternoon. I remembered the time when we were just
starting to pick up girls. He was of course better at it than I. I didn't
care about tits and cunt, but I had to play along anyway. One time we had
the two Kelly sisters and took them down to the beach about ten at night.
We all went skinny dipping. It was a lot of fun but I found myself looking
at Phil's naked ass more than the girls. Back on shore, Phil's girl started
to fondle his cock and I stared at it rising, taking note how it curved
like a fuckin corkscrew. As it rose, my own stirred into action. Her sister
took notice and lost no time getting her lips around my cock. It was my
first blow job. Phil conceded I won that night.

	When I got to my apartment, who the fuck is sitting on the stoop
outside. Phil. "Look, Man, I hate to trouble you, but I need a fuckin place
to crash a few days. 'Til I get on my feet. End of the week. No longer. I
swear. Whadya say? For old times sake. I been living in my car, and it's
getting fuckin cold at night. I need a bath something bad."

	I was trapped. I couldn't turn him out in the cold. He gave me a
football hug, thanked me profusely and I helped carry his bags in.

	"Wow, you are doing ok for yourself." Phil looked around my
apartment. I admit I have good taste in furniture, and the means to have
it. Phil checked out some of the awards and photographs I have framed over
my desk. "Hey, in this picture you're standing with Rich Young. Ain't that
him, the news anchor?"

	"Yeah, we were both in Kuwait, during Operation Storm."

	"I hear he's queer. What do you think?"

	"Don't know," I lied. Rich and I roomed together throughout the
war. He was out of the closet but he respected my wish to keep my sexuality
private. When we posed for this picture, he didn't even put his hand on my
shoulder. He was very discrete. But back in our hotel room, we were wild.
His asshole was hotter than all the desert sand in Kuwait. And could the
guy ever rim!! Shit, I was starting to get a hardon just looking at his
picture.

	"So you got yourself a girl, Jakey?" I shook my head.

	"Don't worry, you will. Body like that, you must get plenty of
dates. Hell, if you got one tonight, don't let me stop you." Again I shook
my head.

	I showed Phil the pullout bed in the living room and gave him some
towels. He started a long soak in my tub while I began rustling up some
dinner for us. I had the table set and the food hot by the time he came
waltzing out wearing just a towel. "Oh, Man, that felt good; I sure needed
that bath. . . Hell, that smells fuckin great."

	"Veal chops with onions and asparagus."

	"Wow. I never learned to cook myself. Since my divorce, I usually
just pick up a pizza or something. You're ok, Jakey." Phil sat down, and I
poured the wine. Throughout dinner, I was looking at his bare chest. The
hair was still in ringlets from his bath. He wasn't a hunk, but there was
something about this paunchy blue collar guy I found exciting. "I really
appreciate you doing this, Buddy. You're a true friend. And no shit, I'll
be out of here in a few days. You'll see. And if there's anything I can do
for you, just shout. The bath seemed to work ok. And the toilet flushed
real good, I noticed. But if there's any plumbing you need done, I don't
want you calling anyone else, you hear?" I nodded.

	After desert - chocolate mousse, one of my signature dishes -, Phil
sat on the couch in the living room, not at all self-conscious that his
towel was hardly hiding his equipment. We talked about old times, the other
football players, the tricks we played on each other, the Kelly sisters,
other girls we knew.

	Around midnight, I went to bed explaining I had to be at a news
conference at nine the next morning.

	When I got up at six, Phil was fast asleep, buck naked on the pull
out. I noticed, half smiling, that even limp, his dick curved. I walked
past him and got the paper from the hallway. I scanned it quickly while I
drank my morning coffee. Then showered and shaved. Then began cooking
breakfast. As I figured, the noise in the kitchen woke him up. He took a
piss and then grabbed a pair of boxers from his suitcase to put on. I gave
him his coffee and he began to join the living.

	After a good hot breakfast of eggs, home fries and sausage, I
handed Phil the paper and pointed out the classifieds for him. (Hint,
hint). I gave him the spare key, grabbed my camera and went out to my
appointment. When I dropped back home around two, I was surprised to see
Phil's car still there where he left it. In the apartment, there he was,
dressed in jeans and a slightly torn t, but barefoot. Some time, he had
helped himself to a box of crackers and a jar of peanut butter and a six
pack. But he obviously hadn't left the house.

	"Yeah, I called a bunch of places but they all said they didn't
need another plumber right now. Tomorrow, I'll start beating the pavement."
I nodded.

	"Y, know, Jakey, I was looking over some of your DVDs. Hope y'
don't mind." I glanced at the cabinet and sure enough things had been
moved. "Anyway, I spotted this one called Campus Voyeur. Sounded like a
porn flick so I put it in. Jakey, first thing I see is two fags kissing.
Freaked me out, Man. It was a fuckin queer film." And one of my favorites,
actually. But I didn't say anything.

	"Look, Phil. I'm happy to give you a place to hang out for a while,
and I really don't mind sharing my stuff with you, but I hope you are going
to work at getting yourself a job."

	"Sure thing, Man. End of the week. I told you. I'll be outa here."

	I went in to take a shower and I know Phil was wondering about
me. I didn't explain the DVD and I knew he was starting to ask himself
questions.

	Again, Phil bathed while I got supper ready. Except this time,
after drying off, he put his clothes back on. Apparently he was no longer
at ease letting his schlong flop around in front of me. He said he was
going to go out. "I think I'll find me a bar. Wanta go with me? Maybe get
ourselves a couple hookers?" I knew he was testing me. I shook my head and
Phil left.
	I settled down with a Sherry and tried to find something somewhat
distracting on TV. I wondered why none of the programs seemed familiar.
"What do I usually watch on Thursday night," I wondered. "Oh, Hell." I
remembered that Timmy always came over on Thursdays. I hadn't lit the
candles or set up the stereo or anything. Too late. The doorbell rang.

	"Hey, Jake. What's the matter? You weren't expecting me?"

	"It's a long story. I'm sorry I'm not ready."

	"No problem. Want to skip tonight, my friend?"

	"No way. Tonight especially I need my boy toy. I need a good long
knockdown fuck."

	"Hey, wow. Then let's get it on!!" Timmy ripped off his shirt and
grabbed my crotch. My cock was already swelling. "To what do I owe this
enhanced display of horniness?"

	I quickly told him about my unexpected house guest but assured him
we'd be alone this evening. I threw some soft music on the stereo and
quickly lit a few candles. I poured us some wine while Timmy took off all
his clothes and then helped me out of mine. I sat on the bed with my legs
spread wide while he did his usual little dance. Fuck, the kid had a body
to kill for. On weekends he danced at a gay club and usually ended the
night with his socks and jock stuffed with bills. During the day, he worked
as a masseuse at a gym. I think he only did massages, but I'm not sure.
He'd been coming to me every Thursday for months now. And he was well worth
his price.

	He always did his dance routine for me. Unlike at the club, here he
could dance full monty. As the music gyrated on, he worked his way over to
the bed. He knelt on the bed, looked down on me, and continued the
choreography as he began rubbing my chest and abs. Without missing a beat,
he took my cock and stroked it in rhythm. Soon enough, my cock disappeared
into his mouth and the night was at full speed. He deep throated me, we
sixtynined. I rimmed his sweet boyish pink asshole. He moaned and wiggled
and made me feel special. By the time my cock was impaling his boyhole, I
was totally unaware of anything else. There was no noise, no problems, no
Phil. There was nothing else in the world except my Timmy.

	But of course, that wasn't actually the case. There was a Phil. And
in fact he was right there watching us. When I realized he had come home,
there was nothing I could do. I was in the middle of fucking my boy whore
and there was no denying it.

	"So, I see." For once, Phil had very little to say.

	I pulled out my cock and looked at Phil. "Well, now you know."

	"Yep, I sure do."

	Timmy jumped up and ran his naked little body over to Phil, his
boned cock leading the way. "Hi, I'm Timmy. C'mon and join us." Timmy
started tugging at Phil's shirt.

	"No way, you little whore. I'm straight."

	"Straight, like this?" Timmy pointed to his cock which was indeed
as straight as an arrow.

	"Nah," I smiled. "Phil's bends up and to the right." Phil turned
red. But something did begin to stir in his pants.

	"Damn right it curves!" Phil said proudly. "When I screw a cunt,
she really is screwed!"

	"No fuckin shit," said Timmy. "This I gotta see." And he began
unbuckling Phil's belt and opening his fly. Phil apparently had had a few
beers, not enough to make him drunk, but just enough to lower his
resistance. He allowed Timmy to pull down his pants and admire his twisted
manhood. "Hey, Man. I gotta get a taste of that!" Before Phil could do
anything to stop him, Timmy was on his knees trying to swallow the
corkscrew sausage.

	"Hey, you know, whore boy, you give a better blow job than my wife
ever did."

	Timmy gave a muffled, "I know."

 	"Oh, Hell, that's making me excited. My balls are going to explode
in a minute. Wish there was a cunt around here. I'm gonna need me a fine
piece of ass."

	Timmy let go of his mouthful. "Be my guest." He whipped around and
pointed his bare ass at the human screw. "Go on. Fuck me. No charge. It's
on the House." He pushed back urging Phil to plow in. "I'll talk like a
girl if it makes you feel better," he said in a silly sultry voice. "I just
gotta see what that thing feels like in my ass."

	From my seat on the bed, I threw Phil a condom and a tube of
lube. "Damn you, Jakey." He ripped open the condom, rolled it on, and
applied mountains of lube to his cock and Timmy's asshole. "I ain't no
faggot, Man. I tell you that. I just gotta release all this spunk. Far as
I'm concerned this here whore boy is a cunt! You hear me?"

	"Whatever you say, Phil." I smiled and walked over to the dresser
behind him.

	Phil plunged in and began plowing away at Timmy's ass. Timmy's
excited noises were no put-on. He'd had all kinds of mantools shoved up his
hole but I could tell this one was indeed unique. Phil's cock was reaching
places inside him that had never been touched before. Meanwhile, Phil was
in oblivion. He probably thought he actually was fucking a girl. He didn't
know where he was or what he was doing. He shut his eyes in ecstasy. So he
had no idea what I was doing. Until he opened them again.

	"What the hell are you doing, Jakey?"

	"Documenting this moment for posterity." I kept right on snapping
pictures.

	"Stop that, you bloody bastard. I ain't no faggot. Gimme that
camera." He reached over but he couldn't move. His cock was stuck inside
Timmy like a dog gets in heat. I kept snapping.

	"What the fuck you doing that for?"

	"I just thought I might want a little insurance, Phil, in case you
thought about outing me before I was ready." I opened the camera and took
out the roll and went over to my wall safe and locked it inside as Phil
helplessly watched.

	By then Phil had filled his rubber and was ready to pull out. Timmy
gave his report. "Man, Jake, I hate to say this, since you're the Boss and
all, but you got some stiff competition there. That guy can fuck!"

	"Hell, I'm just getting started. Gimme another rubber, Jakey, I
wanta fuck your Whore Boy again."

	I gave him the condom, but said, "Not this time, Jakey. This time
you put that augur in my hole!"

	"No Man, you're my buddy."

	"Fuck me, Phil, or you're sleeping in your car tonight." I bent
over the end of the bed.

	"But . . ."

	"Fuck me."

	"You need a little fluffing, Phil old Boy," asked Timmy who was on
his knees ready to renew his sucking. Phil probably didn't know what the
hell fluffing meant, but he did fuck Timmy's face a little while he opened
the second condom. Then, in no time, he was pushing that spiral monster up
my ass.

	Timmy was right. I had never been fucked by such a tool in all my
ten years of homo sex. Phil was literally drilling me. I think his first
fuck was just a warmup for it seemed like he was fucking me longer and
harder than before. Phil kept on pushing and plowing. I didn't care that he
kept mumbling, "Take that you bitch, you cocksucking fag!" I was loving
every thrust. Timmy couldn't just stand by and watch. He had to do
something. So he got on the bed and began to fuck my face. I was getting
drilled at both ends.

	Suddenly, Phil let out a shriek and I felt the condom filling
inside my ass. Timmy pulled out and sprayed my face with his cum. I
drenched the bedcover with mine. Then all three of us collapsed in a heap
on the top of it. I reached over and planted a long wet kiss on Phil's
lips, - a kiss that smeared Timmy's jizz from my face on to Phil's. Phil
may have thought of himself as a good old straight boy, but I knew he
thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

	"Look, Phil, I gotta talk to you about the rent." That took both of
them by surprise.

	"What the fuck?! I told you I'm outa here by the end of the
week. Why don't you believe me?"

	"You ain't going nowhere, Phil. I mean it. You're going to stay
right here in my apartment as long as I say. I'll tell you when you can go
and no sooner."

	"What the . . ."

	"Shut up and listen. For rent you gotta fuck my face and then fuck
my ass with that iron screw of yours every morning and again every night.
You got that? No arguments, or I send the pictures of you and Timmy to the
Kelly Sisters."

	Phil smiled. "You mean it, Jakey? I can stay here as long as I
screw you? Jakey, I love you!" This time he actually kissed me.

	"Oh, one more thing, Phil. No more Jakey! You call me Jake or the
deal is off." I smiled. Timmy smiled. Phil laughed.

	As time went by, Phil left the pullout folded up in the living room
and started sleeping in my bed. I told him it would be less wear and tear
on the convertible, and anyway, it was a more convenient way for him to
keep up with his rent.

	Timmy found out that the gym where he worked was installing new
sinks in all the massage rooms and planning on adding a sauna. They needed
a plumber, and after Timmy put in a good word, Phil got the job.

	I often had assignments that took me overseas or at least out of
town, and I told Phil he could have girls over then, as long as they didn't
come when I was home. It was actually kind of kinky imagining a pair of
tits splayed on my own bed, as Phil's giant augur invaded some cunt.

	Timmy still came over every Thursday and Phil added something extra
to the pay I gave him. After all, Phil reasoned, Timmy was doing twice the
work now with both of us, plus Phil owed him for his job at the gym. When I
was out of town, Timmy still came over and I have a feeling Phil had a girl
there too sometimes. Like I said kinky. But I didn't care. I was getting
the best screwing of my life twice a day!!