Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2002 22:26:04 -0000
From: shakes d <shakes003@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Part 4)--Beginnings

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	"Huh?"  I was in a panic.  That was the most intelligent thing I
could force out of my big fat mouth. 'I'm gonna fuck everything up.' My
head was screaming at me. 'You are a first-class fuckin' idiot.'

	"Wha...what do you mean by that?" Jakob sounded as if he'd like to
bolt for the door-not just the door of my bedroom, but the door of my
house. I pictured him running out into the streets in his pajamas screaming
"Get the fuck away from me you faggot!"  Jakob's voice brought me back to
the present.

	"Bryan? What do you mean?" My mind was swimming. What was I going
to say to him now? Should I bare my soul to him and take the chance of
forever messing up our friendship, or should I diffuse the situation by
changing the subject? I didn't know what to do.

	"What do you mean, what do I mean?" 'Okay,' I thought to
myself. 'That was smooth. God, you are such a moron!'

	Jakob turned around and flipped on the lamp that was on the table
at his side of the bed. He turned back and looked down at me with a
confused look on his face. He stared at me for what felt like hours, before
his thick eyebrows shot up.

	"Please tell me you ain't waiting for me to ask you 'what do you
mean, what do I mean, what do you mean'?" He looked irritated. I wanted to
die. Still not knowing what to do or say, I stuck with my more brilliant
response.

	"Huh?"

	"Huuuuuhhhhh?" Jakob rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, and
in that moment it dawned on me that he was mocking me. I was apprehensive
of the situation-confused whether he was mad at me, or disgusted, until
Jakob broke out into a fit of laughter. After four months of watching him
deal with his pain in a solemn depression, his quiet laughing-even at my
expense, was the most angelic sound I'd heard in what seemed like
forever. I couldn't stop the biggest smile from conquering my face.

	"You're a freak." Jakob giggled and playfully punched me on the
shoulder while he was trying to control his laughter. I was so happy to see
him in such high, playful spirits, that I joined his laughter. The moment
was precious. It took a good 10 minutes for us to settle down, and when we
did Jakob's face portrayed something I couldn't put my finger on. It was a
face I had never seen before. There was something I couldn't register in
his eyes.

	"You're all I got, Bry." Jakob's face was red, and his head was
down, hiding the unknown expression in his baby blues.  The words were a
mixture of pleasure and pain. Jakob really didn't have anybody else, and I
struggled to fathom the reason. His parents were gone, but he had a brother
out there somewhere. Jakob was the kindest person I knew. It was hard for
me to understand why people wouldn't give up everything for him. I would,
and here he was.

	The moment was still. We stayed like that for awhile, and I
unconsciously brought my hand up to his chest, and absently started rubbing
him there. I'm not sure what made me do it, but I could feel his defined
pectoral muscles through his thin T-shirt. After a few moments, I was
rubbing a hard node that was his nipple. I wasn't even thinking. It just
happened.

	Jakob brought his chin up from his chest, and looked at me
intently. He didn't say a word, but slowly closed his eyes and bit his
bottom lip. I stared at the gorgeous features of his face and continued to
rub his hard nipple. Jakob started breathing harder, and my cock was
beginning to grow again. Jakob made a slight moan, and opened his eyes to
look at me. His eyes were bright and sparkled as he brought one of his
hands up to caress the hand of mine that was working diligently on his
nipple. I thought I was going to cum right there in the sheets. Jakob
softly moaned again, and with his other hand, he started reciprocating my
actions onto me-only I benefited from having no shirt on to get in the way.

	I honestly don't know how long we were there gently rubbing and
caressing each other's chests, but I was amazed that the moment had even
happened. Jakob looked so completely sexy-I wanted to devour him whole, but
I didn't want to ruin the moment by scaring him off. Jakob's gaze drifted
down my chest, to the obvious bulge that was pushing against the bed
covers, and I heard him swallow hard. I was frightened, but I didn't remove
my hand from his chest. Jakob looked back at me and cleared his throat.

	"I'm tired." His voice was hoarse-his breath was almost coming out
in short gasps. I couldn't speak. My heart was pounding, and I was willing
myself to stay put on the bed, and not throw him down beside me-ripping off
that flimsy T-shirt and covering his beautiful, hairless chest with
kisses. Kissing my way down to his stomach to his belly button-following
the thin happy-trail that crept into his briefs.

	I nodded slowly, and felt my cock oozing. I was about 5 seconds
away from cuming in front of Jakob-for Jakob, and I couldn't do anything to
stop it. We stared into each other's eyes for maybe a minute more, and
Jakob finally broke the moment by reaching over to turn off the lamp.  He
lay down, and turned away from me.

	"Night, Bryan." His voice trembled.

	"Night, kiddo." I barely choked the words out. I was awake the rest
of the night trying to decipher what had just occurred. I lay awake with my
swollen member, listening to Jakob's gentle breathing.



	"Hey, what's with you lately anyway?" I looked up from my lathe to
find Mark leaning up against my toolbox, drinking a can of Coke.

	I got Mark the job at the machine shop after his dad kicked him out
of the house because Mark couldn't get his shit together long enough to
know what in the hell he was going to do with the rest of his life. He
reminded me of me at that age-however lacking more in the motivation
department. He had dated my sister, Jordan after they met at a party. Like
all the guys my sister had the hots for, Jordan brought Mark home for
dinner and to meet the family.

	It was fair to say that I liked Mark-he was cocky, young, smart,
and above average in the looks department too, now that I think about
it. Unfortunately he was someone that spent more time looking in the mirror
than breathing, and it didn't work out between him and my sister. He
remained a drinking buddy of mine despite the breakup, and when he came to
me looking for work, I was happy to open a few doors.

	"Don't you have work to do or something?" I mumbled and tried to
avoid him by turning back to the job I had running in my machine. I knew
the guys in the shop were wondering about me lately-I had been avoiding our
weekly adventures at the strip clubs to be at home with Jakob. It wasn't
something I was eager to share with these blue-collared rednecks. They
would've gladly shown me the door with my skull if they'd known that my
fantasies consisted of burying my cock deep inside the bowels of other
guys. Well, actually only one guy. Jakob was the only guy I wanted to do
that to. Lately, he was the only person I wanted to do anything to.

	"What's wrong, Bryan? You've been actin' like an asshole for months
now. You never come out with the guys anymore. What gives?" I could tell
that Mark wasn't going to give up easy.

	"Nothin', man. Just got commitments, y'know?" I was staring at the
piece that was in the lathe-it was spinning and spinning, like my mind had
been the night before, as Jakob and I were letting our hands drift over
each other's chests. Mark's chuckling broke me out of my daze.

	"Excuse me. I keep forgetting you're an old man." He laughed and
swallowed the last of his Coke.

	"Fuck you," was all I replied to him, and tried to act annoyed.

	Mark slapped me on the back. "You need to get out, buddy. You're
coming with us to the club tonight, whether you like it or not. Don't try
to gimme any shit about it either. You're in." He poked his finger into my
chest like he meant business, and turned away to get back to his job. I
sighed heavily, and returned to my lathe.

	I got home around 4 o'clock, took off my work boots and hung up my
coat in the landing. As I walked upstairs, I spotted Jakob sitting at the
kitchen table, reading the mail. We didn't talk the entire morning before I
left for work. Perhaps, there was nothing to say, but I wanted to say
something. I was terrified of chasing him away.

	"Hey." I said in the most nonchalant tone I could muster.

	"Mmmm..." Jakob mumbled without looking up at me, as he seemed deep
into whatever he was reading. I headed straight for the fridge, and grabbed
a beer.

	"You want?" I asked Jakob while I was getting one for myself.

	"Yeah, sure." He replied as he looked up from the mail. I tossed a
can to him, and he smoothly caught it with one hand. He cracked the top,
and took a long swallow off of the can. I became aware that I was staring
way too long at him. I turned to the fridge, and grabbed another beer for
myself before sitting down at the table with him.

	"What'd you do all day?" I asked him before opening the can of beer
and taking a few sips.

	"Not much, really." Jakob shrugged, folded up the piece of paper he
was reading, and shoved it into an envelope. "How was work today?"

	"Mmmm..." I shrugged back at him. "Same shit, different pile. Goin'
out to the club tonight with some of the guys. You wanna come?" I didn't
really want to go out at all-I would have been much more happy sitting
downstairs in front of the big screen, with Jakob sitting next to me,
however...

	"You goin' to see the peelers?" Jakob took another chug of his
beer. I choked out a laugh. Jakob always called the strippers 'peelers',
and I always thought it was cute. I had never heard the expression before I
met him.

	"Yep. You coming?" I didn't expect Jakob to accept the offer-he
never felt comfortable in the strip clubs-like I said before, Jakob was
incredibly innocent when it came to sex. I took him there once after his
eighteenth birthday and he looked like he was having a panic attack.

	"Yeah, sure." Jakob shrugged.

	"Really? Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief. I honestly didn't
expect that answer from him.

	"What?" He looked at me incredulously. He seemed offended.

	"Nothing, I'm just surprised, is all." I quickly diffused the
situation, and took a few more drinks off of my beer. We sat at the table
in an awkward silence while we both finished our drinks. I looked at the
clock. It was almost 5 o'clock.

	"Well, I'm goin' to get ready." I said as I got up from the table
and headed towards my bedroom.

	I partly closed the door to the room behind me, and started tugging
on my clothes-shrugging them off of my body. I was deep in thought,
wondering what I was going to wear to the club, when I felt a hand gently
caress me on my naked hip. I about jumped out of my skin; it startled me
that bad. It was Jakob.

	"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A FUCKING HEART
ATTACK?" I turned around and started yelling at him. I was too startled by
the unpredictable nature of his visit, to logically sit down and
contemplate it.

	"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" I yelled at him while I tried to catch
my breath-oblivious to the fact that I was completely naked in front of
him-forgetting how good his hand felt caressing my naked skin.

	"I...I..." Jakob looked as if he was going to start bawling. "I..."

	"WHAT?" I was trying to steady my nerves from having the life
scared out of me. His eyes read terror, and I immediately kicked myself for
acting like such a jerk, although he really did scare the piss out of me.

	"Jakob," I sighed and brought a hand to his shoulder. "I'm
sorry. You really scared me. What do you want?"

Jakob swallowed hard, and let his gaze drift down to my cock. His eyes then
shifted nervously up to my face, and then around the room.

"I...I was gonna borrow something to...to wear." Jakob was stuttering.

"Jakob, you swim in my clothes." I pointed out the obvious. He was quite a
bit shorter, and less built than me.

"I...I thought it'd be okay." His eyes were nervously scanning the room.

I looked at his face long and hard before answering, "Yeah, go ahead if you
want. Whatever blows your hair back." I slapped him gently on the shoulder,
and left him alone in the room to go take my shower.

When I stepped out of the shower, I felt like a heel for yelling at Jakob
like I had. In reality, besides the fact that he had startled me, I
couldn't think of a very good reason for my reaction. He wanted to borrow
some clothes-he has free range of the house and I had no right to go off on
him like I did. After everything he's been through. I pictured the look on
his face when I yelled at him, and my stomach tied itself in knots.

I quickly dried myself off and headed back to my bedroom to change. I
wasn't much of a fancy dresser-I always went straight for comfort when it
came to clothes. After going through the hangers in my closet, I settled
with a pair of khakis and a white dress shirt. I turned to my full-length
mirror after I had slipped into my attire, and fussed a little with my
hair. After a few minutes, and a little dab of gel, I was as satisfied with
what I saw, as I ever would be and I headed out to the kitchen to wait for
Jakob.

I walked into the kitchen, and Jakob was sitting at the table waiting for
me. He was wearing his own clothes. I was puzzled. 'What's goin' on, here?'
I wondered in the back of my head. I flashed him a confused look.

"I didn't wanna piss you off anymore, so I tried to find something of my
own to wear." Jakob absentmindedly played with the shirt he was wearing.

"Jakey, I'm so sorry, kid. You scared the shit outta me when you snuck up
on me like that. I'm sorry I yelled like that. I ain't mad." I felt like
the world's cruelest human being. Jakob softly grinned, and nodded. He
never held a grudge. My list of reasons for loving him was growing longer
by the day.

The club was busy when we got there. I spotted Mark and a few more guys
from the shop, and pointed them out to Jakob before heading towards their
table. Jakob was casting nervous looks around the place while he followed
me.

"Hey, the asshole made it!" Mark half cheered and stood up to shake my hand
as we got past the crowd, to the table.

"Yeah, yeah." I waved him off and he laughed. The other guys raised their
pints of beer, to welcome me, but were concentrating more on the blonde
with long legs and a red g-string that was dancing on the stage.

"Guys, this is my buddy, Jakob." I introduced a visibly uncomfortable Jakob
to the group, and they shared funny looks amongst each other, eventually
raising their beers as acknowledgement. Jakob fidgeted around nervously,
and spoke into my ear, so that I could hear him above the crowd.

"I gotta take a leak. I'll be right back." He looked at me, and I nodded
while I grabbed a seat and joined the guys in gawking at the girl dancing
across the stage.

The night passed, and I felt the old me returning more and more with every
drink that was set down in front of me. Mark and I were so busy
bullshitting about the women that were performing for us; I had completely
lost track of time, and lost track of Jakob as well. During the drinks and
the fun, Mark had somehow gotten one of the girls to come to our table. For
some reason she thought that it was my birthday, and was sitting on my lap,
grinding her ass into my crotch. I was too drunk and too horny to protest.

"So, birthday boy. Are you coming home with me, or what?" She had been at
our table for what felt like hours. I couldn't even answer her without
slurring. I tried to remember how many drinks I had consumed while she was
sticking her tongue in my ear. I could hear the guys laughing and cheering.

"Atta boy, Bryan! Take her home and give her what she wants!" The guys at
the table were cheering me on-and I was just sitting there. Finally giving
into the pressure of the men at the table, I grabbed the girl's face and
forced it down so that I could kiss her. The guys went wild, yelling and
cheering while the dancer and I were sucking on each other's tongues.

"I told you, Jackson." I could hear Mark yelling. "I told you he wasn't a
faggot. You're such a dipshit, y'know that?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Jackson responded, and I thought better of breaking
the make-out session with the girl. 'They think I'm a fag?' I was concerned
for a brief moment, but the alcohol had the upper hand of my thoughts. Me
and the girl continued to swap spit, and her hand was starting to roam. The
guys at the table seemed to get louder and louder. When her hand reached
the inside of my pants, and started to play with my dick, the guys sounded
as though the building were on fire-they were hysterical.

"Oh, my God!" I could hear one of them yelling. "They're gonna fuck right
here!" I was about to laugh when I felt a firm grip on my shoulder. I broke
my lip-lock with the blonde to see who was touching me. It was Jakob.

"Bryan, let's go." Jakob's eyes were red and looked almost swollen.

"Fuck off, kid. Bryan's busy." Someone yelled, and the group broke out into
laughter. Jakob looked crushed, and almost sobered me.

"Bryan, NOW!" Jakob yelled, and the guys stopped laughing and stared at me
in disgust. I looked at Jakob, and his eyes were blazing mad. If I had been
sober, I perhaps could have come up with a better way to handle the
situation. As I sat there in the chair, with a blonde sucking on my neck
and playing with my now erect dick, and 15 or so guys sitting there
watching-who were bantering to each other behind my back that I was a
"fag", I was overcome by the pressure.

"What am I, your mother? Go home and play with yourself, you fuckin'
pussy. I'm busy." My words were slurred by the alcohol, but that didn't
lessen the blow. Jakob took a quivering breath as the guys around the table
were laughing at him. He grabbed my car keys that I had set on the table,
and took off. I was completely oblivious to what happened not even thirty
seconds later.

When I woke up and found myself in an unfamiliar bed, I racked my brain
trying to remember what happened the night before. I turned my head and saw
a blonde passed out beside me. I had no idea who she was, but she wasn't
Jakob.

Jakob.

My body went cold as I vaguely pictured him taking off in a rage. 'What the
fuck happened?' My mind could pick up bits and pieces of the night, but
they were fragmented. The pieces didn't fit together.

I painfully sat up and eased my way out of the strange woman's bed, found
my clothes, and headed out of the bedroom in search of a toilet. I had to
puke. Partly from the booze I had consumed hours before, and partly out of
shame. My body was cold. I had done something unforgivable-I could feel it.

I wandered into the kitchen, scoped around for an address to the place and
found it on some mail. I quickly called a cab, and went outside in the cold
to wait for it. The winter air blew across my face as I felt hot tears
making their descent. I spoke to myself in shame.

"What have you done, Bryan? What have you done?"