Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2016 18:41:08 +0200
From: Ben Coolen <bencoolen1212@gmail.com>
Subject: Jake Calls the Shots 5

Jake Calls the Shots

Chapter 5

By Ben Coolen
bencoolen1212@gmail.com

This story contains sexual acts (domination, oral sex, masturbation)
between young males. If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country
or state, please stop reading it immediately.

 This story is 100% fiction.

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Thanks to Naughty Bard for proofreading the text.

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"I love being your cocksucker Matt," Ricky moaned to the jockstrap and shot
his cum all over his pants and shirt.

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Yes, Ricky loved being a cocksucker, and he loved to jack off. He still had
Jake's worn boxers hidden in the closet of his bedroom, but Jake's odor had
already worn off a bit. Now he had Matt's jockstrap that he had used in
practice obviously many times without washing it in between. The smell of
jock boy's crotch sweat was still overpowering and Ricky inhaled it several
times a week during his jack-off sessions.

But Ricky had also started to think about his relationship with those two
teens. Besides being Jake's best friend, he now acted also as his sexual
servant; always available to please Jake whenever he was horny, which was
often. Matt seemed to be an okay guy despite his rough jock manners and the
fact that he was extremely careful not to be seen in the company of a guy
like Ricky -- a fag, that is.

But Ricky was certain that once Matt got to know him better, they would
become friends, too. And then there would be the three of them, sort of a
band of brothers. He decided to plan a little something. He would build an
opportunity for Matt, so he would get to know his future friend Ricky.

Ricky's parents would be away the following weekend, and he would have the
house to himself. He knew his parents would have nothing against Jake
spending the weekend there, and maybe Matt would come too? He didn't have
to spend the night there if he didn't want to, and no one had to see him
enter or leave the house.

The next day Ricky asked Jake about it. He wanted Matt and him to come over
for some junk food, sodas, video games and movies. He would even get a few
cans of beer, how do you like that?

Jake was not enthusiastic at first, but then he seemed to give the idea a
closer thought. His face brightened up.

"Yeah sure, that's a great idea. So, you have the whole house for two days
man?"

"Yep, nobody's gonna bother us man," Ricky beamed.

"Awesome. I'll have a word with Matt."

Later that day Jake messaged Matt about Ricky's invitation. As he had
expected, Matt turned it down instantly.

Matt: No way man. Miller's your friend, not mine.

Matt: Coach is considering me for Captain.

Matt: Can't risk to be seen going into a fag's house.

Jake: Think again man.

Matt: Why?

Jake: A house means rooms. Bedrooms, stupid.

Matt: Of fucking course! Sally and Amy!

Jake: All night fuck fest, man.

Matt: Count me in man!

Jake: Sure. Where would you be without me man?

Matt: Jacking off lmfao!





Ricky was ecstatic when he heard that Matt was coming too. He would do his
best to be a perfect host for his friends. When his parents left on
Saturday morning, he rushed to the supermarket to buy food, chips and
sodas. And one of his senior schoolmates who worked in the store sold him a
12-pack of beer at the parking lot after work.

Then he prepared a bowl of taco sauce and chopped some onions and lettuce.
When Jake and Matt would arrive at seven o'clock, all he had to do was heat
up the sauce and taco shells and they would have a feast!

But there was no sign of his guests. At 7.30 Ricky called Jake's number; no
reply. He called again at 8, 8.30 and 9. He started to worry that there had
been a traffic accident. He considered calling 911 but understood it would
have been stupid. He turned the TV on, trying to forget his worries.

The boys arrived after 10 PM. But they didn't come alone. Jake greeted
Ricky with a grin and a whassup-man and pushed past him -- holding the hand
of a pretty young blonde. Matt came in next, grinned and gave Ricky an
upwards nod, towing in a hot redhead.

Ricky closed the door and followed his invited and uninvited guests to the
living room. Jake had already slumped down in the couch and was resting his
camo patterned Vans on the coffee table. He opened his backpack and pulled
out two bottles of cheap wine.

"Dude, we need glasses for this stuff. Have one for yourself if you want,"
he declared generously.

Ricky was fuming because he knew his party was ruined. He didn't reply, but
went to the kitchen. He decided that ordinary drinking glasses were
sophisticated enough for a bunch of intoxicated teens. Well, Matt seemed
sober; he was driving and as a star athlete he couldn't afford to get in
trouble with the law.

Matt was telling a joke when Ricky returned to the living room. Jake
reached for the popcorn bowl and grabbed a generous handful. He stuffed it
into his mouth, spilling some of it on the couch. Jake started to munch the
popcorn just when Matt's joke reached the climax; he started to laugh and
pieces of popcorn flew out of his mouth all over the carpet. Ricky sighed
and started to pick up the greasy pieces off the floor. Jake's interest had
already turned to the girl next to him; he was whispering in her ear and
feeling her hip with his hand. Soon they were absorbed in a long, pop-corn
flavored French kiss.

Nobody was interested in socializing with Ricky anymore. The boys were
shamelessly making out with their girls, not bothered by Rick's presence.
He knew he should get up and leave the horny teens to it, but he couldn't
take his eyes off the hot foreplay in front of him. He could see that Jake
already had a boner in his jeans. Matt was wearing loose camo shorts so his
state couldn't be seen, but his tireless efforts to get his fingers inside
the girl's top showed that he was determined to get laid that night.

Finally Ricky decided to call it a day.

"I'm going to bed. Good night guys," he said, but nobody seemed to hear him.

Suddenly Jake seemed to remember something. He got up and caught Ricky at
the base of the stairs. Jake didn't bother try to hide the boner in his
jeans.

"Hey man, we need bedrooms. You can arrange that buddy, right?"

Ricky sighed. Yes, he could arrange that. His parents' room was out of the
question of course. Then there were three rooms next to each other: Ricky's
bedroom on the left, his brother's room in the middle and a small guest
room on the right. Ricky loved his big brother very much, and letting
someone use his bedroom for random fucking would feel like betraying him.

"Okay. You can take my room and Matt can use the guest room."

"Awesome man. We'll be real quiet," Jake said and pinched Ricky's cheek
playfully.

Ricky climbed up to his room and changed the bed sheets. Then he brushed
his teeth and moved to his brother's room. He closed the door, lay down on
the bed and closed his eyes. He hoped to wake up in the morning in a better
mood. Maybe the guys would even apologize for their behavior.

But there was not much sleep for Ricky that night. When he finally managed
to doze off, he was soon woken by the sounds coming from the guest room
next door.

Ricky had never seen or heard a guy having sex with a girl before, but that
night he would be thoroughly educated in the sounds of a boy and a girl
enjoying each other.

First it was teenage giggling that went on and on. Then the old bed started
to creak. Then it started to creak more, now rhythmically, apparently
because Matt started to fuck his girl. The creaking got louder as Matt used
his strong jock body to thrust his cock deeper into the chick's cunt. Ricky
could hear the girl moaning after every powerful thrust. Then he heard a
bumping sound as the head of the bed hit the wall.

And Ricky was forced to listen to it for the next fifteen minutes or so.

Creak!

Thump!!

"Ummmm..."

Creak!

"Yeah!"

Thump!

"Oooohhh..."

and so on.

It seemed to go on forever, but finally the horny young couple reached the
climax, and after a few more thumps the noise stopped. A few minutes of
giggling, and the room fell silent again.

But the blessed silence ended soon as Jake and Amy moved into Ricky's
bedroom. The wall between the brothers' rooms was paper-thin, as their
previously shared room had been divided into two with a very light wall to
give more privacy to Paulie, who had reached puberty a couple of years
before Ricky.

Both teens in the neighboring room knew very well how things would end, but
as a good girl Amy was supposed to act reluctant. Jake didn't bother to
lower his voice when he started his coaxing.

"Let me kiss you baby mmmm.... your lips taste so good."

 "Jake, don't!"

"Awww... I just wanted to feel your tits, they are so amazing."

"Naughty boy... Why are you taking your shirt off?" she cooed.

"You make me feel so hot, babe. Wanna feel my abs?"

"Wow Jake, they are so hard."

"Yeah. Now let's get rid of this, shall we?"

"Jake... I don't know," the girl pretended to hesitate while Jake removed her
bra.

"Wow... they are really beautiful. These are the prettiest tits I've ever
seen, lemme taste them a little bit," Jake charmed.

For several minutes Ricky had to listen to lustful sounds of sucking and
slurping.

Then Jake's fingers seemed to have found their way to the sacred space
between Amy's legs because she started to let out loud moans.

"Jake, mmm... no, not there..."

"Come on, it's just my finger... or maybe two."

"Mmmmm..."

"You like that, don't you," Jake teased her.

"No, mmm... yessss.."

Jake let out a self-satisfied snicker.

"I know how to make a woman feel god," he bragged.

"Yess Jake, mmmm."

"Wanna help me get rid of these pants?"

"They are so tight," the girl giggled.

"Yeah. All my jeans are tight. That's why I need your help, babe. Wanna
unzip them for me?"

They both giggled while Jake's jeans were peeled off.

After a few minutes of kissing and giggling the girl burst out:

"Jake, it's so big!"

"Yeah, I know. But relax babe. I know how to use it and I'll be real
gentle. Are you on the pill?"

"No."

"No problem, I've got rubbers."

Ricky heard the sheets swish and the bed squeak as the couple changed
positions on his bed. Then Jake started to fuck her.

This time Ricky was able to hear not only the creaking of the bed and the
moans of the girl, but also the lascivious, slimy splashing and slurping
and queefing as Jake's rock-hard cock pumped in and out of the girl's wet
pussy.

Creak!

Slush!

"Aaahh..."

Slurp!

Creak!

"Oh Jake... mmm"

Queef!

"Mmmmm..."

Then he heard Jake speak with a hoarse, surprisingly loud voice.

"About time this bedroom saw some fucking," he panted, and the girl laughed.

Jake is mocking me while fucking a girl in my bed, Ricky thought.

Suddenly it dawned on him that Jake knew he was listening on the other side
of the wall, only two feet away. Jake knew Ricky was a light sleeper and he
had been in that room hundreds of times, so he knew there was no sound
insulation.

That cocky sonofabitch was making a show out of his sex act! Jake was
making fun of his gay friend by making him listen while he was having sex
with a girl.

Ricky closed his eyes and imagined the sight on the other side of the wall.
Jake was on top of the girl, the tight muscles of his ripped body flexing
as he proved his manhood to the girl under him and to the gay boy in the
next room.

Ricky knew that by now Jake's long black locks were covering his eyes and
there was probably a hint of sweat on his forehead and shoulders. Ricky
imagined the girl feeling Jake's back, sliding her hands down until they
cupped his buttocks to feel the power of those young, hard muscles.

Ricky rolled to his back and wrapped his fingers around his already hard
cock.

Creak!

Slush!

"Jake.... aaaaahh..."

Creak!

Swash!

"Yeah babe... ---pant--- feels...  good..."

Creak!

"Mmmm..."

Slush!

"Aww..."

The fucking noises grew gradually louder until Ricky heard Jake grunt.

"Nnnggghhh!"

Creak!

Splash!

"Aaaawww! Aaaahhhh!"

Creak!

Swash!

"Yeahhh!"

Creak!

Slurp!

Ricky knew Jake was cumming right then, and he shot his own load into a
tissue he had hastily grabbed from the pocket of his pants.

Then the room next door fell silent. Ricky could hear only soft panting as
he cleaned his cock with the tissue.

Ricky recovered from his orgasm for a while, thinking about himself and
Jake. He was so totally mad with Jake now, and yet he still felt addicted
to him. Jake had success written all over him, and Ricky had always been
proud to be his best friend. He was so confident and handsome and funny and
everybody loved him -- and Ricky could never grow tired of watching him.

Ricky adored Jake's shining smile, his catchy laugh, his constant hair
flips, the way his toned body moved, and the way his firm buttocks swayed
in his tight jeans as he swaggered as the centerpiece of everyone's
attention. And now Ricky felt like he and Jake might be growing apart. Jake
would continue dating girls and marry one of them at some point, and forget
Ricky. And he would raise a happy family with good fortune and beautiful
children; Ricky, on the other hand, was destined to live a joyless and
lonely life.

Amidst those gloomy thoughts Ricky was finally able to fall asleep.

But his rest was short-lived. He woke up to voices coming from the other
side of the wall.

"How about another go, babe?"

"I'm tired Jake. Let's just sleep."

"Come on, just a quickie. I'm horny again, look, it's hard already."

"Jake, you're a sex addict," the girl laughed.

"Yeah, and I love it."

"Well, all right then. Make it quick."

The symphony of teenage sex started again but Jake had no intention to make
it quick. The fucking went on and on for a good twenty minutes.

Creak!

Swush!

"Oaaaahh..."

Creak!

Slush!

Creak!

"Mmmm!"

Slurp!

Ricky could already see the first sun rays shining into his room when he
was finally able to fall asleep. In his dream he tried to chase Jake who
was running away from him, all the time laughing. Many times Ricky was
almost able to grab Jake's arm, but every time he increased speed, finally
disappearing into a cloud of fog. Ricky woke up, hardly rested and with a
headache. He remembered hearing Matt and his girl leaving at some point.
Jake and Amy were probably still sleeping in his bed.

Ricky felt hungry, so he brushed his teeth and went to the kitchen to make
breakfast. Despite being angry and hurt, he laid the table for three. He
was already done with his own breakfast when Jake appeared at the kitchen
door. He was shirtless and his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. Ricky
could not prevent his tired eyes watching hungrily when Jake stretched his
sinewy body and scratched his love trail. He grinned at Ricky, looking
satisfied with himself -- an epitome of a young man who just got laid.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked and sat down at the table.

Ricky didn't reply -- he was sulking, but Jake seemed not to notice. Soon
Amy joined them and the two enjoyed the breakfast served by Ricky. Jake
seemed hungry like a wolf, but Amy didn't eat much; she seemed more
interested in admiring Jake. Finally he emptied his coffee mug and burped.

"Time to take a dump," he declared and stomped up the stairs.

Amy made a vague attempt to make small talk with Ricky, but soon gave it
up. The atmosphere in the kitchen was awkward, so Ricky got up and started
to clear the table.

"Let me help you with that," Amy said with an apologizing tone.

She got up and started to help Ricky with the plates, but at the same
moment Jake came back and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He
kissed her neck.

"Ricky can take care of that, babe. We've got something more important to
do. We're going to the beach remember? Matt's gonna pick us up in five
minutes. I wanna see you in bikinis," Jake said and cupped her breast
shamelessly in front of Ricky's eyes.

Amy giggled and glanced at Ricky, as if blaming him for being there. Ricky
turned his eyes away quickly.

"I'm ready," she said.

Jake grinned and ruffled Ricky's hair. He leaned closer to whisper in his
ear.

"Hope you enjoyed the show last night," he said and laughed that catchy
laugh of his.

"We're off now. See you buddy," he said aloud and escorted his girl out.

Thanks for inviting me to join you at the beach, Ricky thought bitterly,
although he knew it would have been awkward for him.

After they were gone, Ricky went to have a look at his own room. It was
just like he had expected. His blanket and one of his pillows were on the
floor, and the bed sheets were all tangled together. He opened the window
to air out the smell of sex and pussy.

Well, it wasn't so bad, to be honest. All he had to do was change the bed
sheets and pillow cases, and there would be no evidence of his room being
used for a teen sex session.

Except...

Jake had been using a condom. The probability of him disposing of it in a
decent and responsible manner was zero, so the used rubber had to be
somewhere in Ricky's bedroom.

Ricky started his search from the most obvious place, under his bed. First
he found a bright blue Durex wrapper. And then the condom: a greyish tube
of rubber, discarded after use. Ricky used a pencil to fish it out. He held
it up and inspected the condom without touching it. He could see that the
tip of the rubber contained some pearly slime.

Hmm, Ricky thought, Jake usually cums like a fountain. And he fucked her
twice, so this had to be condom number two! He had to find evidence number
one to make sure his mom wouldn't find it.

This time the search took longer. He inspected under his bed with a
flashlight, nothing more there. Not in the waste basket -- well that was the
most unlikely place for Jake anyway. Every corner of his room, nothing.
Under his desk... there!

Another grey item was lying there, thrown away in a carefree manner by an
irresponsible teen who had just scored with a hot girl, and was just too
satisfied with himself to spare a thought for his friend, who had to clean
the mess in his own bedroom. Well, Ricky thought, it was also quite
possible that Jake had left it there on purpose for him to find. Always
ready for a little prank.

He picked up the condom carefully, holding the base of the tube between his
fingers. He didn't want to touch the pussy juice that was covering the
condom, but he couldn't resist the temptation of pushing his middle finger
inside, into the space that had been filled by Jake's pussy-greedy cock.

Ricky pushed his finger all the way to the bottom until he could feel the
moistness of Jake's cum. He had cummed a lot, as usual, and Ricky's finger
was covered with jizz up to the first joint. He pulled his finger out and
slipped it into his mouth. The familiar, sweet flavor of Jake's sperm
filled his senses once again.

Ricky lay down on his bed and rested his head on the same pillow that had
been covered with the girl's blond hair. He imagined what it had felt like
to have that strong, tight body over her....

Jake's playful eyes looking down straight into her eyes through the curtain
of black hair that covered his eyes. The odor and heat of his young body.
His confident smile when he made her moan and squirt...

Ricky jacked off for the second time in less than ten hours, lying on his
back in his own bed, imagining Jake fucking the girl right there.

In the afternoon Ricky gave the kitchen and the living room a thorough
cleaning. Then he changed the sheets in Paulie's room and the guest room.
He searched the latter for condoms but found nothing.

His anger held out. How could Jake do this to him? Spoil his party and use
his room for sex and then leave it to Ricky to straighten it up and discard
of his used condoms. In the evening Jake sent him a message that could,
with some good will, have been interpreted conciliating. He didn't reply.

On Monday Ricky saw Jake in the hallway. Jake grinned and was about to say
something, but Ricky just said hi and went by. Jake looked surprised, but
didn't try to follow him. He messaged him a couple more times but Ricky
didn't reply. He felt he was sending the right message with his behavior,
but he also felt lonely.

On Friday Ricky decided to ask Matt to help him. He considered Matt a
reasonable guy, and maybe he could talk some sense into Jake. Jake had to
realize he might have jeopardized their friendship forever. He texted Matt.

"Need to talk to you. It's important. -Ricky M"

He got Matt's reply later in the afternoon.

"6 PM."

Ricky knew what it meant. Matt wanted him to be at the back gate of their
house at 6. It was 3 PM so he had enough time to prepare his case at home.
He had to be convincing!

Ricky waited in the park until 5:55 before walking the final short stretch
to Matt's house. As he approached the gate, he heard a rhythmical sound
coming from the other side of the brick fence: bop... bop... bop...

He peeked through the wrought iron gate and saw Matt moving smoothly on the
tennis court, hitting the ball with his forehand against a practice wall
over and over again. He was wearing white shorts, white tennis shoes, white
ankle socks, a white sleeveless t-shirt, and he had tied a white bandanna
around his blond locks. Talk about style, Ricky thought to himself. He
could see Matt had been practicing for a good while already, as the shirt
was glued to his back from sweat.

For a second Ricky considered letting Matt know he had arrived, but then he
thought better of it. Surely Matt wouldn't want him to start yelling
through the gate of their back yard, drawing attention to the fact that he
had invited a fag to his home.

Finally Matt hit a foul and the ball bounced off a corner of the wall and
landed a few yards from the gate. Matt felt his pockets, but he had used
all the balls he kept there. He turned around and started to walk towards
the brick fence, picking up a stray ball here and there on the way. When he
came closer he noticed Ricky on the other side of the gate. Ricky waved his
hand to him; Matt looked quickly around and gave Ricky a recognizing nod.

He walked back to the tennis court and started to hit the ball with his
backhand and played for a while longer until he had consumed all the balls
in his pockets. Then he made some after practice stretches, bending his
upper body in all directions and finally stretching his legs. Then he
walked to the back door without a glance towards Ricky and went in.

Ricky waited maybe five minutes until the electric lock buzzed. He walked
to the back door and saw Matt keeping it ajar for him. He was still wearing
the same clothes, drying his broad shoulders with a towel.

"What's up little dude," he said and turned around without waiting for
Ricky's reply.

Ricky followed him through the familiar dark corridor, up the stairs until
they were in Matt's room. Matt locked the door and turned around. He
glanced at his sports watch and gave Ricky a you-know-what-to-do kind of
smile.

"Got twenty minutes," Matt said and pulled his shirt off.

Ricky knew that if he wanted to state his case he would have to do it
quickly.

"Matt, I wanted to talk with you about last Saturday when you and Jake..."

Matt's phone buzzed. He picked it up and handed his shirt to Ricky without
looking at him.

"What's up Coach," he said with a respectful tone.

Ricky looked at the sweaty shirt in his hand. Then he folded it on the
armrest of Matt's couch.

Matt listened to the Coach for a while, scratching his left armpit.

"Yeah, I thought the same after seeing him miss that pass," Matt said and
crouched down to unlace his shoes but almost lost his balance.

"No problem Sir, I can do that."

Matt jumped on one foot until he reached his armchair and slumped down. He
looked at Ricky and pointed at his shoes with his finger while raising an
eyebrow.

Ricky took the hint and kneeled down to open the laces of Matt's white Nike
tennis shoes. He pulled the shoes off and set them aside. After a moment's
hesitation he slid the white ankle socks off too, bringing a slight smirk
on Matt's face.

Matt lifted his right foot and rested it on Ricky's shoulder, just like he
had done the first time Ricky had been in his room. The sudden bold move
had frightened Ricky then, but this time the silent show of dominance
didn't make him flinch, he knew it was just a power game Matt liked to
play. The sweet odor of the young athlete's foot reached Ricky's nostrils
in an instance. Being on his knees in front of Matt, with the handsome
teen's foot resting on his shoulder was a huge turn-on for him, and he felt
his cock harden.

Ricky started to feel the powerful muscles of the jock's leg, sliding his
hand up and down on his calf, enjoying the feeling of the warm skin and
coarse hair against his fingers. Matt rewarded his show of submission with
a smile.

>From a sudden impulse Ricky took hold of Matt's ankle and lifted it up.
Then he kissed the top of his foot. Matt looked surprised at first but then
he grinned and gave Ricky the thumbs-up. Ricky kissed his foot again before
letting let it rest on his shoulder again. He waited patiently until Matt
ended his call.

"Okay Coach, thanks for letting me know. I will not let you down Sir," he
said firmly.

Matt ended the call and put his phone away. He grinned at Ricky.

"I made Captain," he said.

Ricky smiled back.

"Awesome, congrats man."

Matt was in a very good mood now, a perfect opportunity to talk to him.

"Matt, like I said, I wanted to talk you about..."

But Matt cut him off, glancing at his watch.

"Got ten minutes, no time for chat now," he said and pulled his shorts and
boxers down to his knees.

Ricky was disappointed but he knew that arguing back would be fruitless. He
helped Matt out of the rest of his clothes, and the jock took a step
forward, until his crotch was right in front of Ricky's face. Matt took
hold of Ricky's neck and pulled his head until his face was pressed on his
crotch.

"Get me hard," he ordered curtly.

Ricky took a deep breath through his nose, and the strong odor of Matt's
sweaty scrotum made him forget his need to discuss about anything. He stuck
his tongue out and licked Matt's soft cum-sling, starting from the crown
and continued along the veiny shaft until he reached the teen's pubes. He
started to feel Matt's powerful buttocks, and his own cock hardened
rapidly. He licked and kissed Matt's love muscle until it was hard and
pointing upwards. Then Matt eased his grip on Ricky's head.

"Open up, gay boy."

Matt gave Ricky the order almost nonchalantly; he knew he didn't have to
bark or shout. The kneeling boy at his feet would do his best to follow his
every wish anyway.

Ricky opened his mouth and Matt started to fuck his face. He was in a
hurry, so there was little time for changing the pace of his thrusts or
instructing his cocksucker about better ways to please him. He needed to
get off and the fag was there to assist him.

"Alright... faggot... finish me," he panted, and Ricky squeezed his lips
tighter around the pounding cock and used his tongue to lube the shaft with
his spit. Soon the slimy mixture of Matt's precum and his own spit was
running down his chin, dribbling on his pants.

Matt took a strong grip of Ricky's head and increased his thrusts, not
letting his cock slip out of his cocksucker's mouth, and not pausing to let
him breathe.

"Uhhh... uhhh..." Matt grunted.

"Nnngnnh..." Ricky was running out of air, but he didn't stop worshipping the
jock's manhood with his lips and tongue.

"Fuuuck," Matt let out his final man-grunt and emptied his load into
Ricky's mouth.

He let go of Ricky's head, and he instinctively took a deep breath in.
Unfortunately, his mouth was full of Matt's cum, and some of the jizz
entered Ricky's windpipe, making him cough and sprinkle cum on the floor
and on the jock's feet.

Matt laughed.

"Ha ha! Sorry dude, I forgot to let you breath," he lied.

"Go get a rag from the bathroom and clean that mess. And get me a
washcloth," Matt instructed and pulled his blue and white American Eagle
boxers on. Then he slouched down in the armchair.

Ricky wetted a clean white towel in the bathroom sink and found a cloth in
the cupboard under the sink. He took them to Matt's room and handed the
towel to Matt. Then he kneeled down and cleaned the mess he had made,
starting from Matt's feet before wiping the lacquered floor. Matt wiped his
crotch and handed the towel back to Ricky, who dropped it with the cleaning
cloth into the hamper.

When he returned, Matt was speaking on the phone again, chilling in his
armchair, with his strong legs spread, scratching the impressive bulge of
his boxers.



Ricky knew he had missed his chance for a conversation with Matt. He was
turning to leave when Matt snapped his fingers.

"Just a second man, gotta take care of something," he said to the phone.

Then he grinned at Ricky and pulled his underwear down to his ankles. He
stepped out of the boxers, and with a skillful move of his foot slung them
towards Ricky, surprising him. Without thinking, Ricky caught the blue-and
white American Eagles mid-air. He looked at the underwear in his hand and
blushed, but Matt just winked at him and whispered:

"Thanks, little dude."'

Then he sat down in the armchair buck naked and continued his conversation.

"Yeah, what was I saying... oh yeah, that touchdown was right on the money
man..."

Ricky knew his way out. Walking along the familiar path he thought once
again about his relation with Jake and Matt. They were friendly and fun to
hang with, but he understood that his lifelong best friend Jake now had a
much stronger bond with straight Matt. Ricky knew he had a choice to make.
He could stick to his hurt pride, but then he would lose Jake. Or he could
accept the new circumstances.

Ricky stopped and sat down on a fallen tree. He just sat there for a few
minutes, thinking.

He thought about the way Jake used him as his servant, and the way he made
fun of him. Then he thought about the many times Jake had been there for
him; like that time when they were 12 and a group of bullies was harassing
Ricky. Jake had rushed to help him and taken a beating himself. Then he
thought about Friday night; Jake fucking a girl in his bed and forcing him
to witness it. How cruel was that!

Finally Ricky made up his mind. In the end, the crucial decision about the
future course of his life wasn't even difficult.

He opened his backpack and took out Matt's boxers. He pressed them on his
face and took a deep breath. Matt's odor was powerful and fresh, as he had
been wearing that underwear on his divine body just a few minutes earlier.
Ricky could still taste Matt's cum in his mouth and he felt his cock
getting hard, but he resisted the temptation to jack off right there and
then. He had something important to do before that.

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He took his phone and typed a message.

"What's up?"

Jake responded almost immediately.

"Nothin much, chillin."

"Okay"

"U been acting strange dude. U mad at me for smthng?"

"No, just been busy."

"OK. Wanna come over tmrw afternoon?"

"Sure."

"Good. I wanna show u smthng"

"Yeah? What?"

"It's in my pants."

"Haha. I'll be there."

"Cya buddy"

"Love u buddy"

Ricky put his phone away and opened his pants. Then, in the dark corner of
the park, young Ricky jerked his cock, taking in the odors of Matt's jock
body through his nose, until he shot a load of cum into his palm. Then he
let out a sigh.

Ricky wiped his hand on some moist grass and folded Matt's boxers
carefully. Then he placed them into a zipped pocket in his backpack. He got
up, took his backpack and smiled. He felt content. Everything was all right
again.

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