Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 19:56:08 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jacob and Jacques, Ch.1

Jacob and Jacques, chapter 1

Warning:
This story contains scenes of love and sexual interaction between consenting
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Disclaimer:
This story is completely fictional.  None of the characters exist in real
life.
Set in the United States Midwest and it Paris, is written in a flash-back
style.  I hope that it will not be difficult to follow.  I have tried to
separate the changes with dotted lines.

The story consists of three short chapters which will be posted about a week
or so apart.

This is my third attempt at writing fiction.  If you enjoy this story, you
might like to read "Always and Forever" in the High School Section and "Brad
and Alan's Canoe Trip" which is listed under Camping and Relationships.  If
you choose to write to me, please put Jake and Jock in the title.  I get a
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Jacob and Jacques
By David Lee



Jacob and Jacques, chapter 1.

Jake got up from his seat in the waiting room and paced the floor again.
The flight was already 45 minutes late and he was ready to jump out of his
skin.  He knew that it wasn't cool for a teenager to show this much
excitement about the arrival of another guy, but he was going nuts with
anticipation.

His friendship with Jacques had begun some five years earlier when Jake had
had the chance to be an exchange student in France for three weeks.  He had
learned a form of French in his early childhood and had been thrilled at the
prospect of actually going to France.

After getting a Coke from a nearby concession stand, he sat down and let his
mind wonder back to that first meeting.  He remembered the long plane trip
with other kids from his city.  He thought back on the fatigue mixed with
anticipation and the exhilaration of seeing a French boy his own age holding
a sign with his name on it as he exited the 747 in Paris.

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Jacques was to be his host and constant companion during his stay.  Jacques
was adorable by anyone's standards.  He was slim, but with a soft face.  He
had black hair and piercing blue eyes.  His skin tone made him look like he
had a perpetual tan.  But it was the eyes surrounded by long curly lashes
that drew people to the cherubic face.  Jacques made Jake feel like jelly
inside.

Jake was only a little darker that his host.  He was blessed with all of the
best qualities of his mixed heritage.  His mother had been half Creole and
his father Caucasian.  He had ended up with a cafe au lait complexion, fine
features, and slightly full, pouty lips.  His eyes were green.  His build
was much like that of Jacques.  Both were beginning to lose the baby fat and
becoming more angular with the onset of puberty.  Jake was as stunning in
Jacques' eyes and Jacques was in his, but Jake did not know that at this
point in time.

The two boys took to each other immediately.  Jacques' mother, Marie, beamed
as the boys chattered away in bits of broken English and French.  Both were
trying to impress each other with the ability to converse in each other's
native tongue and neither was doing an especially good job of it.

During that first dinner, Jake was so sleepy that he could hardly hold his
head up.  Then about three in the morning, he found himself wide awake in
the bed that he shared with Jacques.  There was quite a bit of light coming
in from a street lamp, and Jake found himself studying the sleeping form
beside him.

Both boys had chosen to sleep in their underwear.  Since the bed was warm
with two young bodies in it, they had kicked back the covers in their sleep.
  Jake was able to get a good look at his snoozing host.  What he saw gave
him a stirring that was somewhat strange to him.  He could not understand
why his young loins were heating up.  When his eyes strayed to the crotch of
Jacques' briefs, Jake was amazed at the bulge there.  Evidently Jacques was
experiencing one of those dreams that Jake had recently started to have.
Sometimes if he awakened in the middle of one, he felt like he needed to
pee, but then didn't have to by the time he got to the bathroom.

Jake had felt horny only a few times in his young life.  He had experienced
the feeling at the pool last summer when an older boy had paraded around the
locker room with a hard-on exclaiming something about putting his best foot
forward.  The other boy had definitely been aroused and that had made Jake
feel himself boning up in is swim trunks.

Another recent time that Jake had had these feelings was when he was working
at stretching his foreskin.  Unlike most of his buddies, Jake was uncut.
His father was also uncut and had insisted on letting his son be "natural."
That was fine, but no one had taught him to pull back the hood and wash
there.  He had developed a slight infection and the doctor had threatened to
remove his prepuce if he didn't practice better hygiene.

At first, it hurt quite a bit to pull back the foreskin since Jake usually
developed a stiffy when he practiced.  He found that pulling the skin back
and forth made him feel great.  He decided to practice a lot.  Even after
the skin of his hood moved freely, he felt the need to keep working on it.
After all, practice makes perfect!

In the dim light of the Paris apartment, Jake reached over and cupped his
host's package.  It felt good.  Jake felt naughty!  The sleeping boy beside
him gave out a contented sigh.  Jake froze in place of a few minutes until
he was certain that Jacques was still asleep.  Then, he tentatively slipped
his hand under the waistband of Jacques' briefs.  This was even better.
Jake was shaking with fear and anticipation as he came in contact with the
hard young cock.  This was the first time he had ever felt someone else's
private parts.  He was pleased to find that Jacques, like he, was
uncircumcised.

Finally, Jake slipped his hand into his own underwear and "practiced" on his
foreskin until he relaxed enough for sleep to overtake him once more.

The next morning, both boys slept late.  It was Sunday and Jacques' parents
did not awaken the boys for church.  Actually, they were not that faithful
in attending, but had vowed to do better when their guest was there.  Of
course, they could use Jake's jet lag as a valid excuse for not going this
Sunday.

Jake was rousing, but kept his eyes closed and faked sleep for a while.
Jacques was awake and had decided to do a bit of looking himself.  He liked
what he saw.  He could resist touching Jake's chest.  He ran his fingers
over the little nipples.  For his part, Jake could barely keep from crying
out in pleasure.  That stirring in his loins was present again.  He was
beginning to build a rather respectable tent in his shorts.  Jacques
noticed.  He reached down and caressed the rising flesh.  Jake gave an
involuntary shudder and it was Jacques' turn to freeze.

Jake opened his eyes and smiled broadly letting his companion know that he
was not upset.  Jacques let out a sigh of relief.  Both boys giggled and
then tentatively touched each other's crotches while looking each other
directly in the eye.

It was a brief moment of mutual exploration and beginning lust, but it was
to make a lasting impression.  It was a real ice breaker.  After that, the
two young guys felt completely relaxed around each other.  Nothing one did
ever offended the other.

During the three weeks in Paris, they taught each other the few "naughty"
words that they knew in their respective native languages so that they could
be bi-lingual in their dirty talk.  It was a true cultural exchange.

A couple of weeks later, Jake got to play host when Jacques came to his
house.  Jake's household was not the typical one.  His mother had walked out
nearly eight years before.  She had had enough of motherhood, and had wanted
to party.  Fortunately for Jake, she had not gotten into drugs until after
he was born.

Jake's mother had been too young when she discovered that she was pregnant.
Jake's father, Tim, had been a little tipsy when he had taken Cassandra to
bed trying to prove his manhood.  It had not been a great experience for him
and he would not have continued the relationship if he had not succeeded in
planting his seed that first time.  He had done "the right thing" despite
the fact that he was not ready for parenthood either.  He had proved to be
the more stable parent and had been awarded sole custody when the inevitable
divorce came.  His parents had disowned their only son for living with a
woman of "color" and life had not been easy.

Tim had provided the best home that he could.  He worked hard to support his
family while completing night classes to gain a degree in electrical
engineering.  Now, he was affluent enough to have a comfortable home and
hire a weekly cleaning service.  He owned a minivan and a late model Mazda
Miata, but his life was lonely except for the company of his wonderful son.

It had not been a problem for Jake that his mother was gone.  He really
didn't miss her.  His dad had always been the one to care for him whenever
he was not with the daycare lady.

At an early age, Jake had learned to run the washer and dryer.  He knew how
to separate colors and how to remove spots.  He didn't mind being of help;
especially when his father praised his efforts.  He was even learning to
cook a little.

The move to Iowa had proved to be a good one.  Jake felt at home here.
People didn't pick on him because of his racial mixture.  They did tease him
about his Louisiana accent, but he worked hard to change that and was soon
speaking like a Midwestern native.


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The open spaces of the small city in Iowa had been a real awakening for
Jacques.  He had never felt so free!  He could ride a bicycle without much
fear of traffic.  The boys were allowed to roam freely all over the
neighborhood and beyond.  It was awesome.

If anything, the boys had become closer during the American phase of the
exchange.  Jake's room had been set up with twin beds so that he could have
his buddies sleep over.  But after the first night, the boys slept together
in one bed.  It was crowded, but they loved the feeling of cuddling.  They
were careful to mess up both beds so that their sleeping arrangements were
not apparent.  If Tim noticed, he didn't say anything.

Sometime during the first week, Jacques mentioned that he sometime slept
naked.  Jake was eager to try.  From then on, the boys enjoyed the feeling
of each others bare skin as they nestled together.

When two naked boys experiencing the onset of raging hormones are snuggling
naked in a twin bed, something has to give!  It started slowly with lying on
their sides rubbing their hot young bodies together and ended with mutual
masturbation.  When they reached the point at which both thought they were
going to piss in the bed, they stopped; but not for long.  They decided to
go to the bathroom and stand by the stool and continue their playing.  If,
indeed, they did urinate, no mess would be made in the bed.

Continuing proved to be even more exciting.  In the light of the bathroom,
they could see each other's expressions of lust as well as each other's hard
cocks.  Soon, they were breathing irregularly and moaning slightly as they
sped their way to their first wet orgasm.  It wasn't a lot, but the sticky
fluid definitely wasn't urine.  They embraced each other tightly in
appreciation as well as for stability since both had become weak in the
knees!

"That was the most awesomest thing I have ever feeled!" said Jacques in his
attempt at American slang.

"I've never felt anything that good before either." was Jake's reply.
"Wanna do it again?"

"Oui, but I has to rest some first."

Jake may have been confused about what an orgasm was, but he had learned
some other things from overhearing locker room talk.  He knew that some
older boys claimed to have had their penises sucked by their girlfriends.
When he was younger, Jake had thought that something like that was nasty.
Now, he wasn't so sure.  He decided to see if Jacques would go for some
kissing and then maybe he would work his way down to the "prize."

Jake kissed Jacques on the cheek and Jacques responded in kind.  Next, Jake
went for Jacques' lips.  The latter hesitated for a moment and then began
kissing back passionately.  Since it was getting late and there was school
the next day, the boys went back to stroking each other and soon brought
each other to a second, nearly dry, climax.  Jacques turned on his side and
Jake cuddled him from behind with his softening cock nestled against his
buddy's behind.  They slept soundly!

They slept so soundly that they did not hear the alarm in the morning.  Tim
went to wake them and was greeted by two naked boys cuddled together
sporting morning wood.  He was taken aback, but pulled himself together
enough to back out and knock loudly.  The boys scrambled.  Jacques dived
into his own bed before Jake responded with: "Come in."

Tim told them it was high time to be up and dressed for school and that
breakfast was waiting.  Then he made a hasty exit.  When he got downstairs
to the kitchen he sat down and smiled wistfully.  Was this just a stage his
son was going through, or did he inherit some of his father's tendencies?