Date: Sun, 30 May 2004 19:49:54 +0000 From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com> Subject: Jacob and Jacques, Ch. 3 -end Warning: This story contains scenes of love and sexual interaction between consenting males of similar age. If the reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your country, state, province, county, municipality, etc., please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further. If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so. It is not my intention to offend anyone or to get you in trouble. The author retains all rights to this original story. Please do not publish without explicit authorization from me. Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. None of the characters exist in real life. 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 lot of spam! If you love stories about young budding love, be sure to read: Blackberry Winter under High School. It isn't mine. I wish I could write like John does! Also, I ran across a site called: masturbateforpeace.com. It is a hoot! You may find yourself far more interested in world affairs than ever before. Peace to you all! Dlee169@hotmail.com Jacob and Jacques By David Lee Jake lost weight. His grades went down. Swimming became a chore instead of a joy. Tim was beside himself. He sent Jake to a psychiatrist, but the sessions didn't seem to be helping. Jake could not bring himself to tell the doctor what the cause of his depression actually was. Finally, Tim decided to take some direct action. "Okay, son, let's get all the cards on the table. I know that you miss Jacques a lot. You are disappointed -- no heartbroken -- that he is not coming here this summer. To be that despondent over a friend doesn't make sense unless you are in love with that person. Jacques is a great kid, if you are in love with him, I will do everything in my power to bring the two of you together. Our home will be his home." Jake began to cry. Sobs racked his young body as his father held him close. When the flood subsided, Jake falteringly found his voice. "Dad, I never intended to be gay. I'm sorry!" "Son, don't apologize for something you can't control. I never intended to like guys either, but I have many of the same feelings you have. In my era, we didn't know that there were alternatives. We just went along with societal expectations and got married. And having you was worth it!" Jake's eyes widened. The revelation that Tim was also gay made him feel relieved despite his sorrow over losing touch with Jacques. "Wow, Dad, I never suspected! You always seem so straight." "Actually, Jake, I have had some male sex on the side, but it has never been satisfying. I have done my best not to screw you up, I want a real relationship with another man. If it's okay with you, I am going to invite Terry from work over for dinner some night. Unless my gaydar is way off, I think he might be one of us." "You don't need to ask my permission, but thanks for letting me know. If you feel anything for Terry like I feel for Jacques, then you should make a move before you lose him." Jake slept better that night than he had in weeks. He faced the morning with less anguish than he had of late. Maybe there was hope. As usual, Jake checked his e-mail account before going down to breakfast. There were several pieces of spam. He began to delete the obvious ones. Health classes had taught him that there was no magic pill to add three inches to his cock. Besides, he was pretty proud of what he had. Though he hadn't seen many others hard, he certainly had seen soft ones in the showers. He definitely had no reason to be ashamed! He was about ready to delete the last one, but the word: "Jock" in the title kept him from doing so. His heart raced as he opened it. "Dear Jake, you don't know me, but my room person, Jacques wants to get touch with you. The school is not supposed to let him have e-mail. I working on address for he. He write bientot. Sorry, English not too well. Michael" Jake was ecstatic! When he bounded into the kitchen for breakfast, he grabbed his father in a big hug. Tim was so relieved at the news that he felt unbidden tears welling up in his eyes. ------------------------------- As soon as Jacques had established an e-mail address on his roommate's computer, the two boys took up where they had left off. There were messages between them at least twice a day, but usually more often. They discussed many things including Tim's budding romance with Terry. Jacques confessed that he had a minor crush on his roommate, but hadn't done anything because he didn't want to upset Jake. Jake told him to go ahead and find some pleasure if he could. After all, the two of them might never see each other again; much less have a relationship. Jacques was still hesitant. Late on night, Jacques was nearly asleep when he felt Michael's hand working its way under his sheet. He tried not to react, but was having a tough time breathing normally. Soon, Michael found the gaping fly in Jacques' sleep shorts and slid his hand in to grasp the hot piece of flesh. Slowly, Michael began to stroke Jacques' hard piece of meat. It wasn't long before Jacques let out a gasp and flooded his shorts with his hot juice. Michael, frightened at the prospect of being discovered, quickly slipped to the floor where he lay shaking until he thought that Jacques must be asleep. Then he climbed into his own bed and rapidly beat himself to an awesome climax. Jacques lay silently in his bed smiling. Jacques never did touch anyone else at school, though he was tempted to. Somehow, he felt that if he did, he would be disloyal to Jake. He did, however participate in a number of circle jerks. One day in the big communal locker room shower, Henri started to bone up while he was soaping his little cock. Pretty soon, it grew into an average sized hard-on. A couple of boys teased him, but Henri just grinned and began to stroke in earnest. Before long, another boy, Andre, followed suit and then another. Jacques came into the shower at that moment and could not believe what he was seeing. He had to join in. Now there were five young studs pumping away like there was no tomorrow. Henri's juicy climax pushed the other watching boys over the edge. The floor was slippery with teen cum. -------------------------------- Not every counselor in an all boys' school is pure in heart. M. Cunnard had fanaticized about the boys in his care for several years. He had recently hidden a tiny camera in the locker room shower. There was a problem. There were only brief glimpses of naked boys before the steam obscured the pictures. So, M. Cunnard had placed the camera in the locker room where it afforded a fair view of the shower without the lens becoming fogged. What he saw that day made his heart (and his "hard" jump). At first, he had only used the images as an aid to getting off. Now he saw another potential. He could blackmail some boy into being his lover. He had not illusions that a young stud would willingly fall into bed with a potbellied, middle age man like himself. Even his stubby phallus was no draw. But, threatening to show this footage to some father might just do the trick. Whom should he pick? That young Lavelle boy looked fine. There had been rumors that his father sent him here to straighten him out. What could that mean? Jacques was bright and athletic. He never smelled of smoke or had the glazed eyes of a druggy. He didn't drink any more wine than any other French boy. What was left? He might be gay. Though his back was to the camera, he was obviously participating in the jack-off session. Hmmm. This was worth a try. -------------------------------- Jacques wondered why he was summoned to his counselor's office the next morning. He still wondered as M. Cunnard talked about inconsequential things. What was going on? Then Cunnard dropped the bomb shell by showing Jacques the images on his computer. Though the images lacked in resolution, Jacques knew he was caught dead to rights. "Wh What are you going to do?" he stammered. Cunnard decided to test his theory. "We both know why your father sent you here. What do you think he would do if he saw this?" Jacques' look of panic confirmed Cunnard's suspicions. He had set the hook. All he needed to do was reel in the fish. Being young and inexperienced, Jacques didn't know that Cunnard was the one who should be in trouble and frightened for having taken the pictures. He was wondering how he would pay to keep the man quiet. He soon found out. "Maybe you could show me what you like to do with other boys. We could have some fun, no? I will give you a week to think about this before I call your father." Jacques was frightened. The thought of having "fun" with his counselor made him sick to his stomach, but the thought of facing his angry father frightened him more. The next few days, he could neither eat nor sleep with regularity. The health center doctor gave him some sleeping pills to help him. These were given out each day to prevent someone's taking too many. Jacques faked taking them and saved them up. On evening, when the old doctor's back was turned for a moment, Jacques emptied half of the bottle into the front of his briefs. The night before he was to give his decision to Cunnard, he took them all. Before he lay down, he wrote Jake to tell him goodbye. He figured that with the time difference, he would be in heaven (he hoped) before Jake read the message. He was wrong. Jake had early swim practice that morning. He really didn't have time to check his e-mail, but he hoped to hear something positive from Jacques. The latter's messages had been strange the past few days. Jake was worried. He decided to take the extra time. What he read made him yell out in anguish. Tim and Terry both ran half dressed into Jake's room. When they got him calmed down enough to talk, they read the e-mail and placed the call. The message from Jacques outlined the spot that he was in. Jacques was tired. He just wanted peace. He felt the only way out was to end his life. --------------------------- Maurice Lavelle was not happy to hear from Jake's father and especially not at this hour. He didn't believe what Tim was telling him. Finally, Tim convinced him to give his e-mail address so that Jake could forward the message he had received from Jacques. Jake's keening in the background helped to make him believe that it was possibly true. Maybe there was something going on. --------------------------- Jacques awakened in the infirmary to the anxious faces of his parents. He told them all that had happened. He figured that he was toast anyway so he might as well confess. Maurice grabbed the doctor and together they stormed over to M. Cunnard's room. He was taken by surprise before he could erase the images. Though he had hidden them well, a computer expert was able to discover them a few days later and Cunnard was arrested. Marie Lavelle was so distraught by the incident that she convinced Maurice to pull Jacques out of school and send him to America to finish his education. "I love my son. I would rather see him gay than dead!" Maurice had made arrangements for Jacques to go. But if he went, Jacques was never to return to his home in France. He would have an adequate allowance to live on for the rest of his life, but he was no longer considered a part of the family. With tears of sorrow and relief, Jacques had accepted the offer. When Pierre had smirked triumphantly over the decision; Jacques had just returned a peaceful smile. These people no longer seemed like family to him. ----------------------------- The small jet from Chicago finally landed at the Eastern Iowa Airport. Jake watched the passengers come through the gate on the lower lever. Finally, he spied Jock. Jock had grown about as much as he had. When Jock got within 10 feet of Jake, both abandoned any pretense of being cool as they ran toward each other and embraced. They pulled back and looked into each other's eyes. Then they kissed with the passion of two star-crossed lovers who had finally been reunited. Despite the presence of curious onlookers, they smiled and kissed each other tenderly again. "Welcome home, my love." "Oui, I AM home!" End