Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2009 15:44:15 -0700
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Jake and the Sissy 10: Finale

Timmy sat watching two of his classmates climbing all over Hank, as if he
were a piece of playground equipment.  The big man laughed with delight.
Timmy smiled.  He enjoyed making men happy; always had.  And Hank liked to
share his fantastic body with boys.  Lots of boys, the more the better.

Since Timmy had been able to devote himself more often to Hank, he had
discovered just how insatiable the stud was.  At first, that had been
thrilling.  But after a few weeks, the never-ending fucking had grown more
wearying than fulfilling.  At least for Timmy.  And so he had begun to
recruit other boys from school, those Hank had a particular hankering for.
It took the pressure off of Timmy, and met Hank's need for variety.

In fact, Timmy hadn't participated in any of these orgies for days now.  He
had just watched.  He felt...detached.  Not angry; why should he be?  Hank
was Hank.  In fact, Timmy was bored.  And not just with Hank.

Since his break-up with Jake, Timmy had "played the field" with abandon.
If a male who showed an interest, Timmy had him.  And it was fun; at first.
But now, he really couldn't think of anyone he could seduce that would be
worth the effort.  He couldn't imagine any sexual scenario that wouldn't
have him yawning halfway through.  It all seemed...pointless.

"Why am I here?" he suddenly thought.

He slung his overnight bag over his shoulder and left.  No one noticed.

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Jake was walking home from wrestling practice.  He always felt high at
these times: pumped, strong.  He was a stud athlete in the prime of life,
and the world was his oyster.

So why was he feeling so...empty?

This nagging depression had been coming over him more and more often
lately.  He couldn't understand it.  He was doing well in school.  His
athletic prowess was as great as ever.  He had banged several of the
hottest babes on campus.  What was his problem?  He noticed that it always
seemed worse when he was heading home.  Maybe that was it.  That damned
empty apartment over the garage.

It hadn't been supposed to be like this.  He had his private life all
lined-up, and it had started out fine.  If only that damn Timmy hadn't
turned into such a selfish little prick!

Jake sighed and sat down on a park bench.  What could he have done
differently?  He gave the kid everything he wanted.  He put up with things
most guys would never have.  What more did the kid want?

Jake's mind suddenly siezed on the word "kid."  He remembered when he was
Timmy's age.  How defiant he had been, how anxious to experience
everything, right now, and in abundance.  Could he really blame the boy for
being the same?

Jake had thought it would be different with a sissy.  Weren't they supposed
to be compliant, all about serving their men?  Who knew that in the end,
they were, well...boys?

Jake sighed and started to rise.

"Hi Jake."

Jake turned and there was Timmy, a bag over his shoulder.

"What trick's house are you on the way home from?" said Jake, before he
could stop himself.

"I just came from Hank's, but we didn't have sex," said Timmy.  "In fact,
we won't be having sex anymore at all."

"Why's that?  You find an even bigger dick?"

Timmy started to walk, and Jake fell in beside him.

"It's not like that.  The truth is...there was never really anything
between us.  Just...horniness.  And that's out of my system."

"Until the next guy," said Jake.

"You don't have to be so mean," said Timmy.

"Am I being mean?  Or accurate?"

Timmy stopped and faced Jake.

"Look...I get it, okay?  There's more to being with someone than lust.
Desire...fades.  Unless there's something more."

"Didn't we have something more?" asked Jake.

"Did we?  If we did, you never let me know."

"Sure I did.  The first time I fucked you I said I loved you."

"Once!" Timmy exploded.  "All it ever was with you was: 'You should be so
grateful to be with a stud like me.'  Not one word, ever, about how lucky
you were to have me.  Why do you think I needed other guys?  Because I was
searching for something, something that none of you assholes ever gave me."

Timmy started to cry, and turned away.  Jake stood feeling slightly
stunned.  Was this really his fault?  Was there more he should have said,
have given?  He remembered the whole history of their relationship, and all
his reasons for starting it flashed through his mind: convenience; lust;
his needs being met, without any emotional entanglements or expectations of
commitment.  He had thought that would be enough for a mere sissy.  Weren't
they just horny boys who lived to satisfy real men like himself?

He looked at the small shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs, and knew in
a moment how wrong he had been.  And he knew why he had felt so empty
lately.

Gathering the boy in his arms, he sighed into his ear:

"Timmy...I love you.  I'm so sorry.  I didn't know that was what you
needed...what I needed.  I didn't even let myself feel it.  But once you
were gone...my life was so damn empty.  Please, baby; give me another
chance.  Things will be different, I promise."

Timmy turned and embraced the big man.

"Oh, Jake...I didn't know either...I didn't get it.  I'm sorry too.  Please
forgive me.  I just want to be your boy; no one else's.  That is, if you
really love me."

Jake kissed the boy tenderly, then smiled.

"I'm not very good at all this mushy stuff.  But we've put a lot of happy
couples together.  We should be able to do it for us, don't you think?"

"I do," sighed Timmy.