Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2002 15:48:19 -0000
From: shakes d <shakes003@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Part 3)--beginnings

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	I felt hot breath on my bare back, and firm hands tightly clutching
me around my belly.  I opened my eyes and they strained against the
brightness of the numbers on my alarm clock. It read 3:17 a.m.  I laid in
silence until the now familiar sound of Jakob's whimpering followed, almost
as if on cue.



	Almost four months had passed since Jakob had been raped, and
although we never spoke of the incident again after the afternoon on the
steps of my hot tub, things were never completely settled.  Jakob had
changed-in so many ways. His eyes rarely sparkled, and the once comical,
Irish prankster, who was outgoing and charismatic, slowly evolved into
someone quieter, keeping to himself, rarely flashing one of his dazzling
smiles. He struggled to put his life back together, and on the outside it
appeared he was doing a very convincing job of it too.  To those who didn't
know him as well as I, that is.

	Jakob put on a good show for everyone-he resumed his job at the
grocery store-stocking and receiving and I don't think any of his other
friends or co-workers noticed the changes in him.  He would fake a smile or
a joke for the sake of his other friends, but he could never fake these
things with me-I knew on the inside he was screaming out in agony.  Of
course, not many people studied every detail of Jakob as intimately as I
chose to do.  Not many other people were as obsessed with him as I had been
since the day that I met him.

	Our relationship had taken on a new course.  Jakob now seemed to
depend on me more.  I had always felt an attraction with Jakob, but after
the rape I was confused about those feelings.  I began to look more closely
at my sexuality, and try to put a name to it.  I had never thought about my
attraction to Jakob before-I knew I wanted to fuck him, that was for sure,
but I never thought about it-what did that mean?

	Jakob had never before been so physically close to me until after
the rape.  He wasn't ever unaffectionate, but physical contact between us
had only ever consisted of a friendly slap on the back.  Jakob became
physically dependent on me in a way.  He would approach me for a hug or a
pat on the head quite frequently.  For the most part Jakob slept in his
room at nights, but at least once a week he would sneak in my bed and
cuddle up to me after a bad dream.  Jakob's vulnerability had shifted my
desire for him into high gear, but I loved him too much to do anything
about it.  I was terrified of hurting him after all he had been through.
Meanwhile, Jakob continued to unknowingly exude virility through every
single pore of his body.



	"You okay, Jakey?"  I whispered as I softly covered both of his
hands with my own.

	Jakob didn't answer at first.  I felt him shift his body, pressing
himself as close to my back as he possibly could.  I took in a deep breath,
and tried feebly to relax the tension that was happening in my groin.  As
Jakob pressed his hands flat on the muscles of my belly, my cock stood up
at full attention.  I tried to stifle a groan.  God, I wanted him so bad.

	I tried desperately to clear my head of any thoughts of acting on
my obvious desire.  I noticed that my breathing had become slightly
irregular, and my heart was pounding fiercely.  I cleared my throat before
I dared try to speak again.

	"Jakey?  Jakob, are you alright?"

	Jakob was still whimpering slightly.  He drew in a quivering breath
before answering.  "I can't sleep."

	"Have another bad dream?"  I was desperately trying to calm my
hormones, praying that Jakob wouldn't catch me in this state.

	"Yeah."  He answered simply.  We lay in silence for a while,
holding our extremely stimulating position.  If I had pressed my ass back,
I would have been able to feel his cock up against me.  Erotic thoughts
were flooding my senses, and was doing very little to alleviate my
throbbing cock.  My breathing was coming out harsh, and I wondered
foolishly if I was actually panting.

	"Bryan?"

	"Yeah, kid.  What's up?"  Bad choice of words, I rolled my eyes and
winced in spite of myself.

	"You hold me, Bryan?"  I rolled away from Jakob, slightly onto my
stomach so I could turn my head to look at him.  He loosened his grip
around my belly, but left a hand on my back.  I bit my lip and tried to see
his face.

	"Okay, kiddo.  I can do that." I answered, almost forgetting my
predicament.  "Shit!  Wait up a sec!"

	"What's wrong, Bryan?"  Jakob sounded confused as I leaped out of
my bed and practically ran out of the room.  I was thankful I had chosen to
wear pajama bottoms to bed-in the dark it was easy to conceal my desire
from him.  I needed release.

	"Uhh, nothin' kid.  I gotta take a leak."  I fumbled on my words.
"I'll be right back."

	"Okay."  I heard him call after me.

	I tripped over my own feet down the hallway as I headed for the
bathroom.  I couldn't get there fast enough.  I shut the door behind me
quickly, locked it, and turned on the sink faucets to drown out any
evidence of what I was about to do that might escape into the other room.
I hastily yanked my pajama bottoms off and stepped out of them, turned to
face the sink and counter with my engorged cock in my hand.

	My cock was already oozing precum before I began stroking it, and I
knew it wouldn't take long.  I needed release.  The sexual tension of
sharing my bed with Jakob was almost unbearable, yet something I would do
anything to keep. As my hand slid up and down my shaft, images of Jakob
flooded my mind-the well-drawn features of his face, his smile, his short,
well-defined 5'6" body-not too skinny, not overly muscular, but just right.
His hair-oh, God I loved his hair-a black mess of waves when at home, tame
and sexy when we would go out.  I loved his lips; those beautiful, full
lips.  I pictured Jakob's lips opening to caress my cock, and I went wild.

	My hand was a blur as I pictured Jakob on his knees before me,
taking me inside of his mouth.  In the background I could faintly hear the
sound of the running water I was using to camouflage any sounds that might
emanate from me; but close at hand, all I could really notice was the sound
of my rapid breathing and the occasional moan of pleasure.  My balls were
becoming tighter.  I was over the edge.

	As my seed exploded forth onto the counter and sink, I was almost
overcome by the power of my desire.  Although it wasn't the first time I
had fantasized about Jakob while stroking off, each time was getting more
and more intense, and I wasn't sure how long I could hold off without
acting on all of the emotions I carried for him.

	I sighed heavily as I opened my eyes and looked at my reflection in
the medicine chest.  My brown hair was damp and sticking to my forehead
from perspiration, and my brown eyes looked tired, yet satisfied.  I
quickly unraveled some toilet paper, and thoroughly cleaned the mess that I
had made on the counter and sink.  I flushed the toilet paper, washed my
hands and splashed cold water on my face.  The water helped to take the
heat from my body, and I felt more control over my breathing.  I pulled the
pajama bottoms onto my body, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

	I fumbled my way back down the hall, and into the bedroom and heard
Jakob's light and regular breathing, assuming he was asleep. I quietly
crawled under the covers, careful not to wake him, and lay down facing the
opposite direction.  I was spent after my incredible climax in the
bathroom, and was almost asleep when Jakob's voice startled me.

	"Feel better?" The question concerned me. Could Jakob hear what I
was doing from the room?  I wasn't sure how to respond.

	"Uhh, yeah. I really hadta go, y'know?" I tried to chuckle. I
wondered if he was buying any of it.

	"Yeah, I hate that." Jakob replied. "Specially in the middle of the
night and you gotta drag your butt outta your nice, warm bed." I breathed a
sigh of relief. He bought it-he couldn't hear me.

	"How are you doing?" I rolled over to face Jakob, and rubbed his
shoulder.  "Are you gonna be okay?" Jakob never talked about the content of
his bad dreams, but one didn't have to let their mind wander very far. I
was pretty sure I knew the contents of his nightmares. I suddenly felt a
pang of shame for having such graphic, sexual fantasies of my friend. I
could feel it ache in the pit of my stomach.

	"I'm okay, Bry.  I'm sorry for this."

	"Sorry for what, kid?" What in the hell did he have to apologize
for?

	"Waking you up all the time." Jakob's voice was trembling, and I
wasn't sure if he was about to cry.

	"Jakob, listen..." I wasn't certain what I was about to tell him-I
wanted to ease his mind and let him know he could wake me up anytime he
felt like it, which is the truth-but he cut me off.

	"Bry, you please hold me now?" and before I could answer my assent,
Jakob wiggled closer to me and lay his head on my bare chest. I wiggled my
arm underneath him, and moved it around his back and shoulders-bringing him
closer to me. I lay awake for maybe 15 minutes more, before I heard Jakob's
breathing change, and I was convinced he had fallen asleep.

	"I love you." I whispered, full of emotion as I let my eyes
close. They flew open when I felt Jakob sit up. He was looking at me.

	"What do you mean, Bryan?"