Date: Tue, 04 Mar 2003 22:39:32 -0500
From: John Paul <john_paul@comcast.net>
Subject: The Alphabet Lovers: Jake

If you've been following the series, you've seen Jake's name pop up every
now and then, providing some chaos and comedy to my mundane life.  I've been
unfair in my portrayal of Jake.  I've trivialized him as a secondary sideman
when in fact he's much more that.  I've reduced him to a shallow,
one-dimensional character when actually he's a very deep and complex person.

What can I tell you about Jake?  The first thing that comes to mind is that
he's a guy's guy.  You know the sport-playing, crotch-scratching kind of guy
who likes fast cars and fast women.  He's always horny.  If he's not having
sex, he's thinking about having sex or talking about having sex.  He's brash
and vulgar.  The concept of etiquette is lost on this man.  He tries to tone
it down when in the company of women, but even a toned down Jake can be hard
to handle.  With the exception of his writing, he tries very hard not to
take anything too seriously, not even himself.  He's wild, reckless, and
chaotic.

This much you may have gathered from his brief appearances in the previous
chapters, but what you may not realize is that you'd be hard pressed to find
a man who is more loyal, caring and compassionate than Julian Jacoby (that's
his real name).  He's also very intelligent and creative.  After all, the
whole concept of the Alphabet Lovers was his idea.  His finest quality by
far, however, is his  charm.  It's the key to his success with the ladies.
Sure, at first they may flock to him because of his impish good looks, but
it was his seductive way of proposing his indecent desires that got them out
of their panties and into his bed.

I don't know why I was drawn to him.  Maybe it was the fact that he was so
different from me.  The old adage about opposites attracting definitely
applied to us.  We balanced each other.  I was the yin to his yang; he was
the anarchy to my order.  We trusted each other, depended on each other and
took care of each other in our own crazy kind of way.  But our relationship,
which was so deeply rooted in trust, was based on a lie.  You see, in the
first year of our friendship, I never told Jake I was gay.  Because of a few
off-color comments he'd made about gays, I was sure he was not gay friendly.
I really liked him, though; I didn't want to lose his friendship even if it
meant pretending to be something I wasn't.

The closer we got, the harder it became to tell him.  He had developed a
certain level of comfort with me - like being comfortable enough to traipse
around our hotel room naked - that I'm sure never would have developed had
he known I was gay.  More and more I grew weary of and felt guilty about
lying to him and wanted to confess my proclivity for man-to-man sex.  I'd
just have to deal with the consequences, whatever they would be.

We were in Jake's favorite diner when I finally decided to break the news to
him.  I was nervously nursing a cup of coffee and Jake was busy wolfing down
a banana split (his favorite delicacy).

"Jake, there's something I need to tell you.  I've been meaning to tell you
some time now, but I was worried how you'd react to it."

Jake stopped his feeding frenzy and stared at me with eyes that widened with
concern.  "What is it?" he mumbled through a mouth of ice cream.

I gathered my nerves and blurted out, "Jake, I'm gay."

He dropped his spoon and gave me the same horrifying look that had haunted
my dreams since I decided to tell him - that slack-jawed expression of anger
and disbelief that people got on their face right before they kirked out.

"You got me all worked up to tell me that shit?!  Here I thought you were
going to tell me you're dying or something and all you wanted to tell me is
you're gay!  Jesus Christ!  That would explain why you're pounding the big
boss' son."

"You knew?"

"Uh, yeah.  The whole building knows."

"And it doesn't bother you?"

"Pfft!  Why would it bother me?  You can fuck whomever you want, I don't
give a shit."

"I don't know; I just figured."

"This is unbelievable!  You got me so worked up with your 'there's something
I need to tell you,' bullshit that I can't even finish my fucking dessert."
He pushed the half-eaten sundae aside and called for the check.  "You fags
are so fucking dramatic!"

You can imagine that that wasn't quite the reaction I'd expected.  I had no
idea he'd be so nonchalant about my sexuality.  Not only was he not bothered
by it, he was quite familiar with it.  As it turned out, half of his college
hockey team "took it up the ass whenever they could," as he so eloquently
phrased it.  I asked him why he'd never brought it up before to which he
responded, "You were so far in the back of the closet, I thought you'd have
a coronary if I tried to drag you out."  And to think I was trying to
protect his feelings all that time.

Fast forward five years.  We were on assignment in Belize, exploring the
Mayan ruins.  It was the third day of our visit and we'd returned to the
hotel after another exhausting expedition.  As we'd done the two days
before, I took a shower and got ready for bed.  Jake had other plans,
however; he wanted to go out and get laid.

I had just crawled into bed when I heard the shower turn off.  After a
couple of minutes, Jake walked out of the bathroom.  He walked around the
room, butt naked, toweling off and looking for something to wear; nothing I
hadn't seen him do a dozen times before, but something was different this
time.  He seemed to be parading about and lingering around in front of me
more than normal.  He flung the towel over his shoulder and walked toward
me.

"Can I ask you a question, John Paul?"

He called me John Paul; it must be serious, I thought.  "Sure.  What's on
your mind?"

"Have you ever gotten an erection watching me walk around naked?"

I thought about it for a minute.  "No, not that I can recall," I answered.
"I usually don't pay much attention to you."

"Oh."  He tied the towel around his waist and stood there, quietly pondering
something.  "So you don't think I'm attractive?"

"No, I don't think of you that way."

"Stop trying to cop out and answer my question.  Do you think I'm attractive
or not?  Like. would you do me?"

"What is this all about?" I asked.

"I dunno.  I guess I just need a little fucking assurance from my best
friend, but I forgot how uptight you can be. forget it."

"Alright, alright!  I didn't know it was that important to you."

I was stunned by Jake's reaction.  I'd never know him to be self-conscious
before.  As he put it, why should he care how he looks as long as he gets
laid.  Besides, he knew he was handsome in a young Dennis Quaid kind of way.

"Yeah, sure," I said, giving in to his silly line of questioning.  "I guess
I'd throw you a bone."

"Oh my God, I can't believe you were just checking me out, you pervert!"
Jake yelled.  "You were undressing me with your eyes!"

He ran around the room like a fool, holding his hand over his butt as if to
protect it from any sudden attacks.  I couldn't believe he had been pulling
my leg the whole time.

"You're such an asshole!" I yelled as I lunged out of bed and wrestled him
to the ground.

We rolled around on the floor for a good fifteen minutes trying to subdue
one another with a series of pins, headlocks and leg holds.  Finally, I got
the upper hand, flipped him on his back, straddled his lap, and pinned his
wrists to the floor.  He struggled, unsuccessfully, to break free.  By then,
we were both laughing and panting heavily.

My laughter subsided when I felt something hard pressing against the inside
of my thigh.  Jake stopped laughing too.  We sat there, staring at each
other, panting, our bodies pressed tightly together, trying to avoid talking
about Jake's hard-on.  What was there to talk about anyway?  Jake is a horny
bastard - we've already established that.  He gets hard putting on his
underwear.  The fact that his dick was poking my leg after five minutes of
direct stimulation meant absolutely nothing.  But, if that's the case, why
did he have that wicked gleam in his eyes.  I'd seen it before when he was
on the prowl now it was directed towards me.  And what was that feeling in
the pit of my stomach?

"You'd better hurry up and get dressed before all the pretty chicks are
taken," I said, snapping out of my catatonic gaze and quickly standing up.

I helped him get to his feet.  I tried not look at his erection, but he'd
lost his towel early in the match so there was nothing but me, him and his
noticeable boner.  My eyes wandered down to it - only for a moment.  I
blushed and quickly averted my eyes, hoping he hadn't noticed.  He was still
staring at me - he noticed.

"Yeah, right, the ladies are calling," he said, grabbing his towel and
pointlessly holding it around his waist.  It only made his erection more
obvious.  "You sure I can't talk you into joining me?"

"No thanks.  That wrestling drained the last bit of energy I had.  You go on
and have a good time."

"Okay. Don't wait up."  He flashed me a weak smile and headed into the
bathroom to change.

I slithered into bed and waited for Jake to leave.  Twenty or thirty
agonizing minutes later, Jake turned off the lights and quietly made his
exit.  I spent the rest of the evening laying in bed, tossing and turning,
wishing for the numbing arrival of sleep but it never came.  I couldn't get
my mind off of what had just happened.

The fact that Jake got an erection during our horseplay seemed harmless
enough.  His hungry, lascivious stare was more than a bit unsettling though.
What bothered me the most, however, was how it made me feel.  For the first
time since we met, I felt deep, burning lust in my heart for my best friend.
and it sickened me.  I had always thought he was a good looking guy, a
harmless assessment which was the extent of anything remotely sexual between
us.  That's how I wanted to stay.  But, in one fleeting moment, my
relationship with Jake, which had grown into something so pure and strong,
would be forever corrupted.  Even as I lay in bed, convincing myself that it
was wrong to have these thoughts about him, I couldn't stop thinking about
his naked body.

The sound of Jake's keys in the door startled me - I didn't expect to see
him until the next morning.  I quickly glanced at the clock.  It was a few
minutes past 10 o'clock; Jake had only been gone a couple of hours.  I
wasn't ready to talk to him while pretending nothing had happened, so I
closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I watched Jake through half-closed lids as he stumbled around in the dark,
bumping into furniture and knocking things over until he found his way to
the space between our beds.  There, he stripped down to his underwear and
took a seat on the side of the bed facing mine.  He sat there quietly for a
few minutes with his head in his hands.

"I know you're awake," he said.  "I think I broke my toe on the desk chair
just to make sure you're awake. you'd better be awake."

I opened my eyes.  "Yeah, I'm awake."

"I think we need to talk."

"I'm tired Jake; can't this wait until morning?"

"No," he answered, switching on the lamp between our beds.  "We need to talk
right now."

"Fine," I said, propping myself up in bed.  "What do you want to talk
about?"

"Don't play dumb; you know what I want to talk about."

Already, I found myself unconsciously examining his body and noticing things
about him I'd never paid attention to before.  Like, how fit he was despite
the fact that I'd never seen him so much as break into a jog.  He certainly
was no hard-body, but he was definitely trim.  I never thought much about
the light layer of brown fur that coated his chest and stomach, or how well
he filled out the pouch of his tight, gray boxer briefs.  And for the first
time, I was keenly aware of the meat that was packing them and how it felt
hot and steely against my thigh.  I felt a stir in my heart and my crotch.
"This is Jake," I argued to myself, trying to rebuff my feelings, but they
would not be denied.

Even if I couldn't shake the feelings, I didn't want Jake to know about
them.  "If you're referring to that little incident earlier, there's nothing
to talk about," I said as coolly as possible.  "We were horsing around and
you got a boner.  You get them all the time; I don't see why this time
should be any different."

"It's different because we've messed around before and that's never
happened."

"Okay, so it's never happened before.  It happened tonight. get over it."

"There's more to it than that, Paulie, and you know it.  I felt.something
between us when we were lying there.  I don't know what it was, but it was
strong. and I know you felt it too."

The stirring in my shorts returned, more powerful than before.  "I don't
know what you're talking about.  I didn't feel anything," I said and rolled
on my side, turning my back to him.

He didn't say anything for a while, but I could feel his eyes on me.  "I met
this chick tonight. she was a prime piece.  She was all over me, backing
that plump ass up against my crotch, pushing her breasts in my face.  She
let me put my hand up her skirt and feel her cunny.  Oh man, she was wet.
We were just about to go back to her place, when I froze.  Do you know why I
froze?"

"I really don't want to hear about this right now."  I pulled the covers
over my head and tried to ignore the pounding in my head and the throbbing
in my crotch.

"I'll tell you why: because all I could think about is how I felt with you
on top of."

"Shut up!" I screamed, sitting up in my bed.  "I don't want to hear this!  I
don't want to hear you say something stupid like how thrilling it was to
feel the strength of another man holding you or how you felt electricity in
the air.  You're just confused and horny.  All you need is some good pussy
and you'll forget all about this nonsense."

"Why are you freaking out?  I thought you, of all people, would understand
how I felt."  He moved from his bed to mind, took a seat next to me much
closer than he should have, and leaned over my lap.

"Because you're not gay," I mumbled, finding it hard to concentrate or
breathe with the heat of his naked flesh pressing against mine.

"You know what your problem is. what your problem has always been?  You need
to define everything: your sexuality, your feelings, our friendship.  Life
isn't that simple.  Now I don't know what these emotions mean; you know,
whether it means I'm gay or bi or whatever.  All I know is that I like what
I felt with you and I want to explore those feelings."

I was powerless to argue.  I'd never felt this way about Jake before.  I had
loved Jake for years, as a friend, and now I found myself lusting for him.
It seemed so dirty to me but Jake made it seem so logical.  That's what he
does best: make sense out of nonsense.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his.  It wasn't so much a kiss
as it was a test to see if he was teasing me again.  I doubt he'd ever felt
another man's lips on his - not even his father's.  He retreated from the
new sensation.

"I told you this wasn't right," I said.

"No, it's alright.  It was just a little weird at first, but I'm cool now."

To prove it he leaned in for another go at it.  This time it was the real
deal.  Jake had recounted, in great detail, many of his sexual escapades.
He rarely kissed his partner; he said it made things too personal.  So I was
surprised at how gifted he was at the art.  He teased me with short, playful
pecks then attacked my mouth with his lips and tongue that was to follow.
He had me craving his mouth; greedily sucking his tongue; wishing I could
choke on it.

I lied back, pulling Jake down on top of me.  He rested his meaty paw on my
side while his lips started to explore my ears and neck.  I was aware of his
fingers grazing my sides then timidly sliding across my tight stomach.  Jake
used to say he envied of my washboard abs - the same abs he was now
worshipping with his gentle touch.  His adoring exploration came to an
abrupt end when his pinky slipped under the waistband of my shorts.

Meanwhile, his mouth had meandered down the length of my neck, across my
shoulder blade to my chest, and was slowly approaching my sensitive nipple.
As his tongue took its first playful swat at my tiny little nub, I grabbed
his hand and slid it into my boxers.  He stopped licking my tit when his
palm made contact with my stiff cock.  He wrapped his fingers around it,
gave it a firm squeeze then looked at me.

"I haven't touched another dude's piece since Tommy Mancini and I jerked
each other off at summer camp," he admitted.

His stroke my cock a few times then cupped my balls in his hands and fumbled
with them for a bit.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the incredible
feeling of Jake vigorously, handling my equipment.  "Tommy was one lucky
kid," I murmured.

Jake's big hand continued to grope around inside my shorts, alternating
between cock stroking and ball juggling.  He'd abandoned his nipple licking
to focus on this new activity, but I didn't mind the trade off.  He stopped
fondling my package just long enough to slide my boxers off my hips so that
he'd have more room to play.  I kicked them off the rest of the way and was
completely exposed and available to him.  Jake took a moment to study me
thoroughly with his eyes and hands.

He turned around on the bed so that we were in a 69 position.  He rested his
head on my thigh and continued his stroking where he left off.  His hips
rested near my head.  I eyed the sizeable tent his cock made in his briefs.
I reached out and grabbed the bundle then sucked it into my mouth, getting
the gray cloth wet with my drool.  Jake jumped in surprise, but I had a firm
grip on his package so he wasn't going far.

"It's too late to be nervous now," I said, pulling down on his waistband.

"Does that look like I'm nervous?" he asked when his dick sprung free and
slapped me on the lips.

"Not at all", I said as I was reintroduced to his fat seven-inch cock which
stood stiff and proud.  I'd only seen it hard once and even then I didn't
really notice how fucking thick it was.  I pictured some little blonde
number squealing as he stuffed that chubby dick into her tight little pussy
then I imagined how it would feel crammed down my throat or up my eager ass.
It would be a struggled to do either; a struggle I was looking forward to
facing.  I grabbed it and licked a tiny pearl of pre-cum from the tip then
swabbed the swollen head with my tongue.  His fuck stick twitched excitedly.
I opened my mouth wide, slowly inched that fatty in until my mouth was chock
full of his tasty man meat.

"Holy Shit!" he howled.  "No chick has ever done that before.  God, it feels
good!"

I was glad he was already so pleased because my jaw was already aching and I
didn't think I could keep that thing in my mouth too much longer.  Anyway, I
started to clumsily suck Jake's dick.  I slobbered and drooled more than I
sucked, but Jake didn't seem to mind.  A couple of minutes into it, he
lifted his leg and began thrusting his hips back and forth.  I relaxed and
let him do the work.  As he continued to slowly fuck my mouth with his
porker, I slurped and gurgled, trying to keep the drool to a minimum.

I was too busy concentrating on trying to give Jake a good blowjob that I
hardly noticed he'd turned his attention back to stroking my neglected cock.
He had my undivided attention, however, when I felt his tongue pensively
circling my knob.  His hips stopped thrusting and I let his dick pop out of
my mouth so that I could fully appreciate his inaugural effort.

He was damn good for a novice which confirmed my theory that men, straight
or gay, are instinctively good at sucking cock.  Some, of course, are better
than others; Jake was well on his way to being one of the better ones.  I
was impressed that he managed to swallow more than half of my 10-incher and
shocked at how eagerly he gobbled it down.  It's one thing to let a guy suck
or jerk you off; or even to give his dick a good yank.  I've heard many
straight men say that they had either participated in or would participate
in said activities just out of curiosity.  Sucking a guy's cock, though, is
something that even the most curious and open-minded straight men shy away
from.

"Fuck yeah, man, suck that cock," I purred.

Jake obediently sucked on my cock while his hands made nice with balls.  Not
to be outdone by a rookie, I went back to servicing him; this time, I was
going for his cherry ass.

I grabbed his round, firm ass cheeks and felt them tense up immediately,
denying me access to the goods.  I flicked my tongue over his perineum (you
know, that really sensitive strip of skin between your nuts and your ass).
His cheeks relaxed to reveal his tight, pink, unused pucker.  I immediately
probed it with my tongue.  Jake hummed his approval with my cock still
implanted in his mouth.

As my tongue wormed its way further up his chute, Jake grabbed onto me and
repositioned us so that he was on top of me, essentially sitting on my face.
With his ass hovering above my awaiting mouth, I was able to eat him up
properly.  I licked and sucked and blew on his brownie until it was
quivering with excitement.  By the way he was moaning and writhing, I could
only speculate that he wanted more.  I tickled his sphincter with the tip of
my finger and watched it wink back at me.  Oh yeah, he wanted more.  I
applied a little pressure.  Jake pushed back and my digit slid in up to the
third knuckle.

Jake pulled his mouth off my dick and used his spit to continue jerking it.
"I can usually take two or three," he said.

I should have known, with all the women he's messed around with, that I
wasn't the first one to play with his ass.  So, on his recommendation, I
eased two more fingers into his anus which he accepted with a throaty groan.
Jake stroked and licked my cock as I worked my fingers around inside his
squishy ass.  It felt so warm and tight - my dick was literally twitching to
get inside.  Jake must have noticed.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" he asked.  I could hear the concern in his
voice.

"You don't how much I want to. but I can understand if you don't want to."

He gave my cock a few more strokes while he considered my proposal.  I was
harder than I'd ever been, just anticipating the chance of fucking my best
friend.  I fingered him as deep as I could hoping it sway his decision.  I
hit his spot and he let out another husky wail.

"Shit yeah," he finally consented.  "Just take it easy, okay?"

"I will," I promised.

I told him to lie flat on his stomach.  As much as I wanted to look into his
eyes as I took his virginity, I thought he'd be able to relax more in that
position.  He hopped off of me and lay down beside me.  I crawled on top of
him, spread his cheeks apart, dropped a good load of spit on his crack and
worked it in with my thumb.  He was as wet and open as he was going to get,
so I aimed my prick at his hole and pushed.  Jake tensed up.  I told him to
relax and as he did, my cock broke through the first ring then the second
one.

"Aw fuck that hurts!!!" he yelped.  I felt him tense up again.

"I know, I know," I said, massaging his shoulders.  "But the worst part is
over. now, just relax."

His body melted under my gentle caress and his ass opened up a bit.  I
applied more pressure and my cock invaded his rectum inch by inch.  He took
it like a champ and, finally, I had all ten up his rear.  I laid my body on
top of his and kissed him on the shoulder.  "I'm in," I whispered.

"Yeah, I know," he grunted.

"You okay?"

"It feels weird, but I'm okay though."

I eased my cock in and out of him slightly.  "Does that feel better?" I
asked.

His only response was, "Mmmm."

It was the only response I needed.  Pushing up on my hands, I continued to
leisurely open up his uncharted depths.  There's nothing quite like breaking
in a virgin ass; plunging through its exquisite tightness; feeling it slowly
submit; experiencing the onset of a steady milking rhythm as you repeatedly
awaken feelings that your partner's never felt before.  It's just what I
needed to wash away the last traces of regret.  I watched Jake's rugged
features flush and contort and listened to his soft, throaty grunts of
gratification egging me on.  The orientation period was over; it was time to
get to the real business of fucking.

I put my back into it.  The clap, clap, clap of our colliding flesh grew
louder.  His tight, bouncy rump served as the springboard for my thrusting.
I drove a louder moan out of him each time my dick bottomed out in his
colon.

"Fuck my ass," he growled softly.  Jake liked dirty talk; he'd mentioned it
once before and I'd heard him through a hotel wall a time or two.  "Ah yeah,
ride my ass!"

I gave his ass a firm slap.  "You like my dick up your ass, don't you, you
horny fucker?"  I felt him backing up to meet my thrusts.  He was really
getting into it.  "That's right, back that thing up.  Come get my dick."  He
was grunting and rutting so hard it was difficult to keep up with him.  "Aw
fuck, Jake, you're gonna make me cum!  You want me to cum in your ass?"

"Yeah," he groaned, "dump it in my ass.  That'll be some freaky shit."

"Okay, one load coming up."

I held his hips firmly and pounded his ass thoroughly.  The tingling started
in my toes, worked its way up my legs and landed in the pit of my stomach.
I was fucking him with long, deep thrusts now - my orgasm was only seconds
away.  "Oh fuck, here it comes!!"

 I thrust my cock as deep in Jake's bowels as it would go and filled him
with my cream.  I swear I could feel my balls pumping my seed out.  I pulled
out in time to drop the last couple of spurts on his newly stretched hole.
It pooled up in the gaping orifice before I shoved it in with the tip of my
cock.

"Happy now?" I asked, drilling my softening cock back into his cum-filled
ass.

"Not yet," he said, wiggling around on my pole.  "I haven't fucked you yet."

I grinned.  "Well, let's just see what I can do about that."

I pulled my dick out of Jake's slimy ass and turned him over on his back.
His prick hadn't softened at all; in fact, it looked bigger and harder than
it was when I was chowing down on it.  "I got some lube if you want it,"
Jake offered.

"Real men don't use lube," I said dropping a big gob of spit on his fat cock
head.

Me and my damn bravado; that donkey dick was going to split me apart.  I
coated his organ with saliva, getting it as wet as I could, and then poised
myself above him.  I lowered my hip until I felt his cock poking at my
opening.  I took a deep breath and pressed on.  The thick, mushroom-shaped
head slid in, stretching me to my limits.  It felt like being fucked for the
first time, but I refused to let Jake know how much it hurt.  He would have
wanted to stop and I wanted badly to feel him inside of me.  I closed my
eyes and focused on taking the shaft, which was just as thick as the tip.  I
worked my hips, bounced up and down on his unforgiving cock, until I felt
his balls pressed against my ass.

"Damn, that's tight," Jake pointed out.

"You're telling me," I said, flashing him a wicked grin to mask the grimace
of pain.

During the ordeal, my cock had gotten hard again.  I guess despite the pain,
a cock in my ass still gets me hard.  I wiggled my hips to keep him happy
long enough for my ass to adjust to his fat dick.  He had the biggest
shit-eating grin on his face from the moment he felt his cock surrounded by
my hot, squishy insides.  The added pleasure of me bouncing on his schlong
sent him into convulsions.

"Aw man, Paulie, we shoulda done this a long time ago.  Your ass is so hot
and tight.  It's almost better than pussy."

"Almost?" I asked, clamping down on his throbbing prick.

That little trick left him speechless.  I started bouncing on him again,
sliding further up his cock with each stroke and ending each thrust with a
tight wiggle of the hips.  Soon, there was no pain, only the satisfying
feeling of his pole stimulating every nerve in my bunghole.  I rode him so
long and hard my legs started to cramp, but I wasn't going to stop until I
had his load.  Jake grabbed my cock, which had been wildly smacking against
his stomach.

"I want you to cum on me," he said with a devilish grin.  His words alone
were enough to make me pop my cork, but I somehow kept my cool.  "C'mon ride
that cock, Paulie. give me that tight ass."

I fucked myself with his cock while he pulled on my crank and spat out
naughty comments.  I may have been able to fend off my orgasm before but
there was no holding it back this time.  It only took a few more
tight-fisted strokes of Jake's hand to bring me to my second explosion.  The
first syrupy stream landed right on his lips and the other six or seven
splattered all over his chest and stomach.

No sooner had I emptied my balls than Jake announced his orgasm.  He loaded
up my colon with gallons of his hot, sticky, straight-boy spooge then
churned it up with his hefty ass-popper.  I rested on his heaving chest and
gazed upon his beaming face.  He licked my cum off of his lips and smiled.
I smiled back then rolled off and settled on the bed next to him.

We lay silently in bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, catching
our breath and gathering our thoughts.  Jake was the first to speak, rolling
on his side to face me.

"What now?" he asked.

I shrugged.  "I don't know."

We stayed up all night talking about what we had just done.  I won't bore
you with the details but suffice it to say that we were able to reconcile
our friendship and our carnal acts.  There was no weirdness between us.  If
anything, we were even more comfortable around each other.  Every now and
then we'd fool around, usually when we were drunk, but Jake still loved the
pussy and got it whenever he could.  And I still had 16 more letters of the
alphabet to explore.