Date: Sun, 29 May 2011 11:57:26 -0400
From: Alan A. <eastcoastasulax@gmail.com>
Subject: Jake Grimke: Chapter 5

NOTE:  This is the fictional coming of age story of Jake Grimke as he
matures through high school, into college and eventually into
adulthood in the Baltimore, Maryland region.  It contains and embraces
accurate representations of life in Baltimore and its
suburbs;Maryland's traditional sport of lacrosse and the career path a
firefighter might follow in his profession.  All of the characters in
this story are fictional and resemblance to any one person whether
dead or alive is purely coincidental.  If you liked this installment,
please send me some feed back; I got a rough idea where this is headed
but I am always open to some suggestions. Needless to say, if you are
offended by handsome athletic young men growing up gay and the
obstacles they will encounter as well their personal triumphs, you
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It wasn't often that Jake got double-team lecture about behaving by
John and Emma like that and he knew he had violated their mutually
agreed upon rule.  At least in the end he wasn't grounded or punished,
more just embarrassed that Will Hurley was sent home without much, if
any, explanation which didn't sit well with Jake.   Once John and Emma
retreated into their master bedroom for the night, Jake logged off his
computer and began to get ready for bed.

Yeah, almost 11:00 p.m. on a fall Saturday night and high school
senior Jake Grimke was getting ready for bed.   He texted Evan but got
no immediate response like he normally does, figuring that Jackie and
him must be at the movies or making out somewhere.  Life was just a
little out of balance for Jake now that Evan was seriously dating her
and no longer top priority when Jake called or texted.

Jake stripped out of his clothes and after sorting them into laundry
or probably wear again he slid on a pair of older, soft nylon mesh
lacrosse shorts and went to the bathroom down the hall for a long
piss.  He hiked up the right leg of his shorts and held his ample cock
as the stream bore into the toilet bowl with force.  As the stream
trickled, he examined his balls and decided that it was time to shave
them again.  After flushing he slid the waist band down and judged
that his bush was getting, well, bushy and decided it was time some
grooming down there too.

He closed the door to his bathroom and trimmed back the bush to where
it normally would be if it was summer and he was prepping for a swim
meet. Satisfied, he washed his balls and lathered before gingerly
taking his razor to them.  He finished with a quick shower before bed
and slid back into his lacrosse shorts after drying off.

Once in bed, he tossed and turned a little bit, thinking about Will
for some odd reason and then reflecting back to lacrosse camp, not
just the lacrosse skills he learned there, but also about one of
life's important skills: masturbation.   And before long, he was
pawing himself, his hand gently caressing the silky nylon fabric that
clung to his growing manhood underneath.  He reflected back on his
first trip to lacrosse camp, how he would try to steal a glimpse or
longer look at Bryant Williams, then a junior at lacrosse camp when he
was a freshman when he wasn't engaged in some camp activity with his
wingman Evan.   And it's not like Bryant didn't look back with a smile
or two of his own at the younger Jake.

It was after a canoe trip and they were all back in the gang shower in
the locker room at the fieldhouse showering off the Potomac River when
Evan and the others finished while Jake and Bryant lingered.  Bryant
had the swimmer build that Jake would develop in the next couple of
years coupled with monster legs from years of playing soccer and
lacrosse since he could practically walk.  With everybody else out of
the showers Bryant began washing his dick which started to harden as
Jake watched.

He washed it a little harder and a little faster while lathering up
his abs and chest as Jake watched entranced.  Jake himself began to
get erect watching what was going on and soon, was encouraged by
Bryant to, well, jack off.

"What are you doing?" Jake bravely asked.

"Jacking off," Bryant answered confidently; "don't you jack off?"

"No, um, no I don't," Jake replied.

"You should, makes you feel good," Bryant added.

"Makes you feel good how?" Jake asked anew.

"Really, you never jacked off?" Bryant asked Jake.

"Nope.  Honest,"  Jake stated as he began to emulate the player two
shower heads down from him.

"Helps you relieve stress, helps you unwind.  There you go, now you
got it" he added as Jake began to rub himself from his shaft up to his
pecs like Bryant was doing.

Jake let out a long gutteral "oh fucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk."

"Now your learning it Jake," Bryant complimented his trainee.

Bryant slowed as he watched Jake learn to enjoy himself.  And Jake
looked over at Bryant, the type of male specimen he wanted his body to
grow into, drinking in his black hair, tan skin, dark brown eyes, high
cheek bones and well-proportioned muscle.  Sensing that Jake was
checking him out, Bryant turned slowly so that Jake could see his
glutes and the tan line left by his summer swimsuit.  And for the
first time in his 14 years on the planet, Jake experienced the most
wonderful sensation his body could give him as Bryant turned back to
face Jake.

Jake's quads tensed as his first orgasm began to erupt uncontrollably;
huge white spurts shot out of his dick forcing Jake to make a face
that combined pure personal pleasure with abject fear of seeing his
dick do something it had never done before.  With his eyes locked on
Bryant, Jake kept stroking until he couldn't stand it anymore, until
no more came out and until it was sore to the touch.  He felt a
massive quiver throughout his body and then all of a sudden, he was
breathing again, a bit labored, but breathing again as his body came
down from the orgasmic high.

Bryant finished what he started, watching the spent Jake take in what
just happened, controlling his own destiny until he finally let it
rip, his left hand stroking, his right hand gently tugging on his
right nip as he left a few volleys of his own cum land on the floor
near Jake's own.  Something inside Jake wanted to go over and touch
Bryant but he restrained himself and watched as the two loads swirled
together as one on the tile floor and slithered down the drain
together.  He took one more long look at Bryant and smiled and then
ran out of the shower, yelling "Evan's gonna be waiting for me."

When Jake caught up with Evan on the path back to their dorm, Evan
asked him "where were you, what took you so long?"

"Um, couldn't find my other flip flop," was the best answer Jake could
muster, still tingling inside with what just happened, physically and
mentally.

And now, thousands of orgasms later, Jake was a bit more controlled
and methodical about taking matters into his own hands.  As his
personal sexual obsession with athletes grew inside his head, he found
different ways to pleasure himself.  His hand in an old lacrosse glove
on top of his shorts was always very pleasurable, giving him the
sensation it could be the touch of team mate or even a rival.  Or, a
length of cord or shooting string leftover from reworking the mesh on
a lacrosse head wrapped and tied snuggly around his balls and shaft
made it seem even more pronounced in size, like it needed to be.

This particular Saturday night, Jake rolled over, quietly slid the
drawer of his night stand open and took out the purple Crown Royal
cloth bag and found the cord.  He slid the waistband down and made a
few wraps around his freshly trimmed balls and the base of his shaft
and then tied them off.  Of course, he was fully hard now after the
flashback to the showers at lacrosse camp and Bryant Williams.
Pre-cum began to drip from his slit as he gently and slowly worked
himself; after all, if he was going to go to all this trouble, he
wanted it to last and not be a quickie.

And for some reason, his thought process shifted from Bryant Williams
to Will Hurley which was not a bad change of scenery and well, a lot
fresher in his mind than that of Bryant.  By now, like any teenage
male, Jake had jacked off many times, often thinking of a hot athlete
from Sports Illustrated or a team mate or just one of the other guys
from school or the gym.  But Will was never on the radar until now,
and now, Jake was mentally undressing him, shucking his preppy clothes
to the side and revealing his tall, lean, olive-skinned Asian-American
runner-build body.

Jake closed his eyes and played gently with his dick, his other hand
exploring his own defined body, imagining that it was Will doing the
exploring.  He imagined a conversation with Will, asking Will if he
liked what he saw, or telling Will it felt good or asking Will to do
more.

And a year or so ago when Jake finally told his parents about his
sexual preference, their first and immediate concern was for his
health and safety.  Sure, there was a big dad son talk about being
safe and responsible but John Grimke remembered the first time he went
to buy condoms, what a nervous wreck he was and on one of his days of
from the fire department while Jake was at school and Emma who was now
an assistant professor at the Peabody Conservatory in Baltimore was
teaching, John went to the drugstore and purchased a box of a dozen
condoms.  Before Emma came home from teaching that day, John had given
the brown paper bag to Jake with a strong warning about being careful
and being responsible.   Jake acknowledged the warning and added the
condoms to the contents of his Crown Royal bag in his night stand's
top drawer.

Jake decided tonight would be the night he took his own virginity from
himself, if such things were possible.  He lit the small white candle
next to his bed with a disposable butane lighter from the purple
velvet bag.  As it glowed, he laid on the bed next to him the few
accessories he had amassed:  a small tube of lube, still a dozen
condoms, a few clothes pins which he liked to clip to parts of his
body and a couple more cords and shooting strings.

He quietly stepped from his bed and grabbed his old lacrosse stick and
laid it with the accessories.  Jake lubed his right fingers and began
to play with his freshly scrubbed hole and inserted them, one at a
time, as far as each could go before lubing them more and getting both
his index finger and middle finger in together while gently jacking
himself.  He clipped each nipple with a clothespin, letting the
sensations pulsate and gently jacked, imagining it was him and Will
sharing this experience.

As he escalated the stimulation, he went back to fingering his hole,
holding both fingers in longer and deeper, his shorts jumbled down
around his feet as he let go of his dick long enough to unwrap a
condom and unravel it down the shaft of his old lacrosse stick which
he then centered between his legs.  After applying some lube to the
condom he proceeded to enter himself, grateful that he had chosen an
"innie" end cap instead of an "outie" end cap as he inched in the
machined metal shaft.

The first inch or so made his insides burn but the cool metal of the
shaft took the edge off.  He inched in further and then pulled it out
some before pushing it back in just a little deeper. He repeated,
trying to jack until he realized he needed both hands to manipulate
the shaft gently in and out.

Once he had a rhythm going he reached for the candle, held it about a
foot over his left pec and gently tipped it until a drop of hot wax
fell on his pec just above the clothes pin.  He suppressed the hiss he
wanted to make as the wax splattered on his pec and ground himself
down on the shaft before dripping more.  Pre-cum poured out his dick
steadily, pooling above what was left of the freshly mowed bush near
his belly button.

Jake alternated where the wax would land, mostly his pecs or abs,
sometimes brave enough to go all the way down to his shaft and balls.
He was sweating, his mind racing, imaging that Will or Bryant or
somebody was there to see what he taught himself.  He scooted himself
down the bed, draping his feet over the foot board until the head of
the lacrosse stick was pushed up firm against the bed side of the
footboard.  Jake flexed his legs, using his ankles as anchors as his
quads powered back and forth against the bed, the shaft riding up into
Jake a little further until it found the spot near his prostate.

Riding a little harder and a little faster, Jake randomly dumped the
wax on his muscles in globs with the candle in his right hand while he
jacked with his left until the eruption began.  He tensed his legs one
more time as cum shot forcefully out of his 17 year old lacrosse jock
dick, mingling with white spots of wax on his chest as his whole body
first heaved and then writhed in total pleasure.  And just like the
first one, his breathing jump started again as his body descended from
the acme of the orgasm, his left leg quivering and spasming like it
often does after being intensely tensioned.

Carefully, he replaced the candle and unimpaled himself from the
lacrosse stick once the internal vibrations of the orgasm subsided.
He gathered up the evidence of his vices and carefully disposed of the
flaked off wax, condom and its wrapper before sliding his shorts back
up and falling blissfully asleep.