Date: Mon, 20 May 2002 15:43:48 -0000
From: shakes d <shakes003@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Part 9)--Beginnings

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****

I was sweating from the heat emanating off of Jakob when I awoke, and I'm
sure the pile of blankets that Jakob insisted we use had much to do with my
soaked body as well. It was hard to get used to Jakob's bedtime rituals-the
windows HAD to be open constantly and the colder the bedroom, the
better. The only way Jakob could sleep was if the room was so cold that you
could see your breath as you were talking. Okay, so it's a slight
exaggeration, but my body would be covered in goose bumps in the morning,
as I would change for work. It was a harsh contrast from the heat that was
contained under the pile of blankets and comforters. There were some
mornings that I would race to throw my day's clothing onto the bed, and
dress under the warmth of those covers.

I sat up to clear my head of sleep, and also to let some of the blankets
that were covering me give me some relief from the heat. I sat there
yawning, running my hands through my hair, down to the back of my neck and
rubbing myself on my shoulders and chest before I turned my head to look at
Jakob. As usual, my heart skipped a beat, and I sat in awe for what could
have been hours, just watching him and smiling. He was in his usual
position--lying on his back with his head to the one side, one arm flexed
with that hand resting under his chin, and the other arm draped across his
taut stomach. His full lips were slightly parted; almost beckoning me to
lean down and kiss them. Jakob was his usual oblivious self-looking as
delicious as he always seemed to be, sleeping as soundly as ever. The mere
sight of him in this position was turning me on, and I grinned in spite of
myself as I lay back down and shuffled closer to his naked body.

My lips brushed lightly against his before my tongue gently flicked at
them, and my teeth tenderly nipped them. Jakob shifted slightly and then
turned his head in the opposite direction, but was still sleeping hard. I
moved down to Jakob's chest and without wanting to wake him just
then-lightly drew circles on and around his nipples with my tongue. He drew
in a deep breath in what I could only assume was response to what I was
doing, but he remained in his sleepy state-not even opening his eyes a
crack. I trailed my tongue down the center of his belly, and softly kissed
and explored his navel. Jakob didn't flinch when I removed the covers
completely off of his small but well-defined body. It wasn't until I was
presented with the completely exposed target between his legs, that I knew
what I wanted at that moment, and heard the first audible noise coming from
Jakob's throat as I took his beautiful cock into my mouth for the very
first time.

"Uuuuuuhhhmm..." Jakob groaned barely above a whisper.

I let him slip from my mouth as I looked up to see if he was awake, but it
didn't appear that he was. Part of him was stirring though-the part that I
was hungry for. He was almost completely hard as I buried my face into his
crotch and began to smell and taste his salty flesh. I tried to hold off a
little longer, and be gentle so that he wouldn't wake up just then at that
moment, but the smell and taste of his private skin was shifting my libido
into overdrive. We had discussed on many occasions where our lovemaking
would lead us, but neither one of us had been brave enough to make the
first move. We both loved to cuddle and fondle and kiss, but because
neither one of us had truly been with a man before-I think we were both
afraid to make the first move. My fear ended as I took him into my mouth
again, and reeled from his wonderful taste.

"Uuuuuhhhh..."

Jakob was now completely hard, and his hand moved down from his stomach,
and started running itself through my hair. It was all the encouragement
that I needed, and I let my instincts and experience guide me. Having been
on the receiving end before, although it had been with women, had made
things a little bit easier-I had some idea of what felt good to me, and
performed those same things on Jakob. His breathing was hard and ragged,
and his hips began to discretely thrust his cock deeper into my mouth and
throat, so I took it as a sign that all was well.

"Uuuhhmmm, God! Bryan..."

Jakob, like the typical teenager that he was, lasted a whole five minutes
before the moment overtook him, and he exploded all over us and the bed. It
was an impressive sight, and I had almost been taken by it myself for
having witnessed it. I caught a brief taste of his seed before I moved off
of him to watch him in his glory, and decided that I had liked the taste of
it as much as I enjoyed the taste of every other part of him.

Jakob's body was still seizing as I moved up and began to kiss him over and
over again on his face. He opened his baby blues, and looked at me with the
sexiest expression I had ever seen. My lips pressed against his, and our
kiss was one of total surrender to one another. I moved my hands to his
face and hair, and stroked him lovingly as I felt his arms and hands
encircle my waist-his hands beginning to roam up and down my back.

"Happy Birthday, Jakey." I smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "I hope
you liked your present."

"Mmmm..." Jakob moaned drowsily. "Can I get one of those for Christmas,
too?"

I looked at him for a moment before we both cracked up and started laughing
and wrestling. I had forgotten about my own arousal from the experience,
and it wasn't until I felt Jakob's fingers softly rubbing around the head
of my member, it dawned on me how far we had come. I immediately stopped
wrestling with him, and looked down into his eyes with a smile. There would
never be enough words in this lifetime of mine, to describe how deeply I
loved him. Jakob shuffled beneath me, and broke my gaze with a disconcerted
expression. I eased off of him as he moved to sit up in bed-his cheeks
blushing, and his eyes avoiding me.

"What's wrong, Jakob?"

"Nothing." Jakob grumbled below his breath.

"Nothing, he says." I sighed and sat up in bed next to him. "I screwed up,
didn't I? I shouldn't have done that." I commented aloud, beginning my
apology, but Jakob stopped me.

"No, don't say that. I loved it. I'm glad you..." Jakob stopped and looked
away.

"What is it, baby?" I gently ran my fingers through his wavy hair.

"You do all these things for me, and I don't do anything." Jakob mumbled to
his chest so low that I barely heard him speak.

"That's not true, Jakob. Don't talk like that."

"I don't know if I can do that to you, Bryan. I don't know how." Jakob's
eyes started watering, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, and
brought him closer to me.

"Jakob, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. If it
makes you feel better, I wasn't planning to do that-it just happened, and
honestly I didn't know what I was doing either. How many guys do you think
I blow?"

Jakob looked at me curiously, and we both chuckled lightly.

"Listen, kiddo. In reality, we're both first timers here. I just love being
with you, Jakob. Whatever you're ready to give is perfect. You don't have
to do anything more." And with that pledge, I kissed him.

Jakob turned enough so that we could hug each other, and I felt his face
press up against my cheek and ear. "I really love you," was what he said
before we both sank back down under the covers, and he brought me to my
knees, so to speak, with just the stroke of his hand, and the magic of his
kiss.

****

"Oh, Bryan!" My mother was practically bawling while she was inspecting me
and kissing my face. "Sweetheart you cut your hair. You're so handsome,
dear.  Steven isn't our son handsome?"

My dad looked at me and rolled his eyes in response to my mothers coddling.
"Faith, for Pete's sake, stop your groping and let the boys inside."

"Oh, you just hush. Bryan, you look wonderful today, and Jakob..." My
mother went to Jakob to furbish him with the same affection, only Jakob,
unlike me, lapped it up like a little puppy. Normally I would be
embarrassed for him, but I knew how much he missed his own mother, and was
thankful that my mom was so eager to take him under her wing. My mom hugged
Jakob for a moment while I followed my father to the backyard where the
barbecue was set up.

My dad handed me a beer and then proceeded to put some steaks on the hot
grill of the barbecue. One of my favorite memories of my father has always
been him in the backyard grilling supper during the spring and summer. To
this day, whenever I'm outside and smell a barbecue going, I always think
of my dad. I broke out of my daze and smiled at him, putting my arm around
his back.

"He's a nice boy, Bryan." My father said, out of the blue.

My dad and I hadn't yet discussed the fact that I was gay. My mother, I
assumed was the go-between since she pretty much "outted" me before I
realized or admitted to myself who and what I was. My father was a man of
tact, and as usual, he knew exactly what to say, and how to say it. I
wasn't afraid to be myself around him.

"I really love him, Dad."

My dad didn't say anything, but he nodded and winked at me. I know that if
I lost my father the next day, that moment would be the one I would hold
dearest to my heart of him. My dad grabbed his beer and held the bottle up
as if wanting to make a toast. I grinned and clinked my bottle with his,
and we stood together cooking steak and drinking our beer.

My mom and Jakob were in the kitchen setting the table when I passed
through to go down the hallway into the bathroom in order to wash up for
supper. I stood and daydreamed while my hands were playing with the water,
and I didn't notice Jakob behind me until he shut the bathroom door and
startled me.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I jumped slightly as I turned around.

Jakob didn't answer me. He stared into my eyes as he reached around me and
turned the water faucets on full blast.

"Jakob, what are you..." I stopped as Jakob's hands and fingers worked the
button and zipper of my pants, and soon had them along with my briefs, down
around my ankles.

"I changed my mind." He whispered before he pulled on my neck so that I
would lean down to kiss him. I was mixed with confusion and lust, as I
didn't know what he was talking about, but paused to enjoy the sensation of
our mouths as they opened to one another.

"What are you talking about, baby?" I whispered as Jakob's mouth tore
itself off of mine and was kissing my nipples through the light cotton of
my shirt.

"I changed my mind," was all he said before he sank to his knees, and slid
his beautiful mouth over my warm manhood.