Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2009 19:07:21 -0700
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Jake and the Sissy, Part Three

Timmy woke up the next morning feeling very content.  A warm arm lay across
his chest, and the smell of boy-sweat filled his nostrils.  He breathed it
in with a satisfied sigh.  It didn't have the power of Jake's strong musk;
it was more like a junior version of that, a promise of what the years
would bring.

He opened his eyes and gazed at Tommy's handsome face.  He still couldn't
believe it: the class stud was here in his bed - or rather, Jake's bed. He
had fucked Timmy's until they both fell asleep, exhausted.  And now it was
time to start again.

He gave his new boyfriend a shake.

"Tommy?"

Tommy opened his eyes and smiled.

"Good morn - "

The words froze on Tommy's lips as his expression turned to one of horror.
He was staring at something behind Timmy's head.  Timmy turned and gasped.

"Jake!"

Jake was standing inside the door, looking down at the two boys grimly.

"Good morning.  Care to introduce me to your little friend?"

There was no point in trying to lie, Timmy knew.  It was all-too-clear what
had been happening - in Jake's own bed!

"This is Tommy.  Tommy, this is Jake, my..."

He stumbled over his words, no longer sure what his relationship to Jake
was.

"Lover?"  Jake suggested.  "Stud? Man?"

He said the last while staring at Tommy.

Tommy wasn't a boy to back down, or be easily intimidated.  But Jake
outweighed him by a good 120 pounds, and it was all muscle.  Further, Jake
was the injured party here.  There could be no question about who had
grazed in the other's pasture.

Deciding to be bold, he started to slip out of the bed, intending to get
into his clothes.  But as he stood there, stark naked, he realized his
clothing was nowhere to be seen.

"Going so soon? I don't think so," said Jake. He seated himself on the bed
where Tommy had been lying, leaving the boy no option but to stand there,
exposed and vulnerable.

"Not bad," said Jake, appraisingly.  "You could have done a lot worse,
Timmy."

"Uh...thanks?"  said Timmy, attempting to inject some humor into the
situation.  Jake raised a warning finger at him.

"No. You don't speak. Tommy and I have man's business to discuss."  Timmy
clammed-up.

Jake peeled his sweathirt over his head, dropping it on the floor.  Tommy
could only gasp in admiration at the awesome stud's body.  How many times
had he watched Jake pin an opponent, or sack a lineman?  And he had done
this to him?

"With some work, you can have a body like this, Tommy, my man."

Jake flexed his biceps.  To his embarrasment, Tommy's five inches began to
rise.

"Quick on the draw, too.  Yeah, I think we need to get you into the gym
with Timmy and me.  Start putting some size on you.  Timmy really goes for
the big boys."

Tommy was a mass of confusion.  Was Jake kidding?  Was all this just to put
him off his guard, before Jake pounded him into the ground?  Jake stood and
unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans drop to the floor.  As always, he
wore a jockstrap beneath them, and Tommy could only goggle at the mass of
meat it barely contained.

"Ya see, Tommy...hey, Tommy and Timmy; I just thought of that; cute - ya
see, I trained Timmy here very carefully to be one of the best little
prick-pleasers there is.  I put a lot of time and effort into it.  So I'm
not going to let just anybody share the goods with me.  You've gotta be
worthy."

"Now the fact that Timmy here picked you out says a lot.  He's got good
taste in men.  I mean, look at me!"

And with that, Jake slid the strap off letting his genitals all out.
Unable to control himself, Tommy shouted:

"Oh, man!"

Jake chuckled.

"Yeah; I'm the best, as you can see.  And I think you may have it in you to
be the best, too.  But you need training, just as Timmy here did.  Not to
be a pussyboy like him; that's not your nature.  But to be a stud, like
me."

"So...you interested?"

Tommy gulped.  "Y-yes, sir."

"'Sir.' I like that.  You show me proper respect.  Though you sure as hell
didn't when you came into MY room and fucked MY sissy last night, did you?"

"No, sir.  I'm sorry, sir."

"Well, let's put that behind us.  Here's the deal: I can't be here for
Timmy all the time.  I've got away games, practices, all kinds of shit that
takes me away.  So he's yours at times like that.  He's also yours all day
at school.  But whenever I'm here; he's mine.  Can you live with that?"

Timmy stirred.

"Don't I get a say in this?"

Before Jake could answer, Tommy did.

"This is between Jake and me. Keep quiet, babe"

Jake smiled approvingly.  He was right: this kid had what it takes.

"I agree," said Tommy.  "What's all this about training, though?"

"You have to keep this hot-assed little sissy satisfied, or he'll be
cattin' around on you just like he did to me.  And that's bullshit.  If two
studs like us can't keep his pussy from getting in an uproar, something is
seriously wrong!"

Tommy laughed.  He was really starting to like Jake, and where all this was
heading.

"So," said Jake.  "Let's see how you fuck."

"You want me to fuck Timmy?  Right now?"

"Judging from that rod between your legs, that shouldn't be a problem.
Come on, buddy, let's see what ya got."

Tommy grinned and ripped the covers off Timmy, who giggled and batted his
eyelashes coyly.  Tommy laid on top of him, pushing his legs back, and
aiming his pecker at Timmy's hole.

"Woah, there, fella.  You can't just ram it in like that."

"Why not?  That's how I did it before."

Jake looked reprovingly at Timmy.

"You didn't tell him about rimming?"

"I didn't want to scare him off."

Jake sighed.

"Watch this."

Pushing his handsome face between Timmy's perfect cheeks, Jake started to
kiss and lick all over his rosy-red pucker, eliciting groans from Timmy.

"Oh, wow," said Tommy.  "Isn't that kinda gross? I mean, doesn't it taste
like..."

"Find out for yourself," said Jake, pushing Tommy's face into the crack.
Tentatively, Tommy stuck his tongue out and took a lick; then another; and
soon he was eating away at Timmy's aroused boy-cunt as though he were born
for the job.  Jake laughed.

"I think we have a convert."

"Make him stop Jake, or I'll come!" Timmy panted.  Tommy raised his head.

"Can he really come from just that?"

"Oh yeah.  That's a highly sensitive boy-cunt, Tom, my man; not an asshole
like we have.  That's why it tastes so good, and why you've got to treat it
with tender loving care."

"Okay," said Tommy. "Can I fuck it now?"

"The impatience of youth.  Sure, climb aboard.  Let's see your technique."

And so Tommy found himself getting a lesson in advanced boy-fucking, from a
master.  Jake made suggestions, gave pointers, asked Timmy for input, until
the two boys were finally in such a frenzy, they booth exploded in fiery
orgasms.  Tommy thought the top of his head would blow off, and Timmy
actually fainted.

As Tommy lay gasping for air, Jake patted him on the back.

"Not bad at all; for a beginner."

Tommy rolled off of Timmy and looked up at Jake with unabashed
admiration. He'd never had a big brother, and now he felt like maybe he had
found the best.

"Sir...do you really think I can build muscles like yours?"

"You can, and you will.  We'll get started later today.  But now, I need
you to scram for awhile.  I'm horny as a motherfucker, and I need to do
some fucking myself."

Tommy looked at Timmy, still unconscious, Tommy's small load leaking from
his pussy.

"Can he handle it so soon?"

Jake laughed.

"Kid, you have no idea what this little sissy can handle.  It takes a lot
of fucking to keep him satisfied.  Luckily, now there's two of us."

Impulsively, Tommy threw his arms around Jake.  Surprised and touched, Jake
squeezed him in his big arms.

Tommy got out of bed, and Jake pulled his clothing from under it, where he
had concealed it.  Tommy got dressed as Jake turned his attention to Timmy,
kissing him, stroking him, bringing him out of his stupor.  Tommy stood
transfixed.

"Jake...sir?"

"What is it, kid?"

"Can I...watch?"