Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2009 02:54:38 -0800 (PST)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacob

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			   Jacob by justjames 17


Jacob lived in a small coastal village on the Adriatic Sea, he was the son of a
fisherman his mother had died of Tuberculosis a year ago. Jacob had
struggled on trying to look after the house and his hard working father and
continue studying; he'd had just finished his schooling when the war erupted
and his whole life changed. The German army thundered across the border
decimating the hurriedly thrown up defenses, wiping out the poorly equipped
troops and massacring their proud but obsolete cavalry. Panic set in as the
marauders pushed on capturing town after town, refugees flooded the
countryside as thousands fled the rampaging victorious troops.

Jacob's village filled with frantic people attempting to leave by sea, the fishing
boats were soon overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of bodies as people
thrust money into their skippers' hands. The heavily laden boats, many barely
afloat, chugged out to sea past the crowded harbour walls; they headed
across the sea towards Italy. The Italians being allies of the Nazis sent out
warships to force the terrified refugees back towards their homeland, those
that tried to keep on were sunk by gunfire leaving many bodies floating on
the water amongst the wreckage of the sunken boats, the sailors laughing as
they gained gunnery experience against live targets.

Jacob and his father beat a hasty retreat back towards their homeport, much
to the anguish of their passengers who begged to be taken down the Adriatic
to Greece thrusting more money and valuables into his father's hands. Their
boat had to go home to refuel before setting off on the long voyage down the
coast. They refueled and loading a few drums of extra fuel on board and set
sail west down the coast hoping the weather remained kind to their over
laden boat, her double ended beamy hull wallowed along as the little diesel
put putted away gradually putting miles between the enemy and her straining
old hull.

Several other of her kind chugged along behind her bobbing and barging
through the small seas, everybody felt relief that they were escaping the
mayhem and hoped the Greeks would welcome them even though they had
their arguments over the years over fishing rights. The night found the small
convoy unmolested and gradually they lost sight of their consorts as darkness
blanketed the area.

The cool damp night air chilled the cramped passengers, small children cried
bitterly as the temperature fell and their small bodies shivered, a mist
developed slight at first but gradually thickened long tendrils of fog enveloped
the boats adding to their discomfort as they motored on. The fog glowed
eerily as the sun reappeared but the visibility remained almost zero, it would
stay like that until the sun burnt off the fog or a wind blew it away. Moisture
beaded on the painted surfaces of the boat and formed tiny molecules that
glistened in the hair of the chilled refugees.

Jacob standing beside his father in the tiny wheelhouse peered through the
fog watching for any dangers in their path, not that they could see more than
a few meters ahead of the bluff bows in the thick fog. His father looked
haggard after the difficult night at the wheel after the long day yesterday in
the Italian disaster, Jacob was tired out and he yawned almost continuously.
There was nowhere to sleep as the whole boat was crammed with people,
Jacob leant against the wall of the wheelhouse closed his tired eyes and tried
to sleep standing up.

Hours past and the sun gradually burnt the fog allowing them to see once
more, the seas were glassy smooth after the fog helping the heavily laden
boat to motor smoothly on until finally they were able to see at least one of
their fellow boats astern just a small blob on the horizon. Midday found them
low on fuel so they decided to top up the tank, Jacob went out squeezing
through the passengers to pick up a drum and funnel, he unscrewed the
brass fuel cap and inserted the funnel then fitted a hand pump to the drum
after removing the lid and pumped the fuel into the tank. The pumping
warmed him up and he was soon sweating as he waggled the handle back
and forth.

Tank replenished he removed the funnel and replaced the fuel cap returning
to the wheelhouse as the engine kicked into life swinging the rolling craft
around and setting course once again. They steamed on monotonously until
there was a commotion amongst the passengers who were all staring astern
pointing and talking excitedly. Jacob turned and stared back along their wake
squinting his eyes in the sun glare, he grabbed the binoculars and looked
through them and said, "Father there is a plane attacking the other boat."

His dad grabbed the glasses and took a look growling, "Bloody Nazi bastards."

He watched the plane fly back and forth strafing the slow moving boat, he
could see the spray as the bullets marched inexorably across the sea before
hitting the craft, bodies were visible being flung into the churned sea.
Eventually the boat slowly settled as her bullet riddled hull filled then slid from
view beneath the water. Jacob was crying heavily while his father was cursing
they both prayed the plane couldn't see them and wondered if it had sunk all
the boats behind them.

They breathed sighs of relief when the murderers turned back and grew
smaller till it vanished from sight in the binoculars, they all prayed to the Lord
thanking him for saving them and motored on through the afternoon. Night
darkened the sea allowing them to put more distance between them and the
enemy and all through the next day nothing appeared to worry them, even
the weather remained kind. They refueled again as the labouring engine was
chewing fuel and began running hot, they had to stop the engine and drift
allowing it to cool down, Jacob's father said, "Something is blocking the water
intake Jacob, you will have to dive under and see if you can clear the
obstruction."

Jacob stripped off the cool air causing goose bumps to form on his smooth
tanned skin, he poised on the wooden gunnels then dived into the calm sea
duck diving his feet thrashing the surface as he swam under the wooden hull.
The passengers craned over the side watching for him to reappear, one
minute passed then two no sign of Jacob, the hushed crowd began to whisper
their fear, at three minutes there was a splashing and gasping from the other
side of the boat. Jacob had swum completely under the rocking hull everyone
breathed a sigh of relief as hands were extended to help him from the water.
They pulled the wet slippery lad up and over the side lowering him panting
and dripping to the deck.

His dad looked at him from the wheelhouse entrance eyebrows raised
questioningly, Jacob nodded his head and his father smiled and turned to
start the engine, the little motor coughed into life belching black smoke from
it's blackened exhaust a jet of water followed showing the cooling was
operating again. The boat moved off, the propeller swirling the water under
her stern as the skipper spun the wheel bringing her back on course to steer
between the heel of Italy and the Albanian coast. Their voyage nearly over
the passengers were looking happier.

An Albanian gunboat appeared black smoke belching from its tall funnel as it
headed towards the low riding fishing boat, it slewed about as it neared the
old craft some of her sailors manning the small gun on its foredeck. The
captain called on them to heave to, Jacob's father did as ordered and the two
boats closed and bumped gunnels. The gunboat captain demanded money
and jewelry, there were many wails from the people but the menace of the
gun soon had them passing over money and valuables. The gunboat pushed
off, the sailors laughing as they began to steam away leaving the refugees
bobbing in their wake. The fishing boat restarted its engine and moved on
towards Greek waters hoping for a better reception there.

They entered the Ionian Sea and passed between the Island of Pandokrator
and the border of Albania and Greece, at last they were in Greek waters.
They sailed down the rugged coast and made for the bay where the city of
Arta was situated. They motored into the pier and were greeted by the local
residents, luckily one refugee spoke passable Greek and explained what was
happening in our homeland. They helped the refugees onto the wharf and
took them into their homes, baths were drawn and everyone washed the salt
and enjoyed getting clean after the long grueling voyage. The Greeks fed
them and gave them the use of their spare bedrooms to sleep and
recuperate. Jacob's father slept on the boat but he sent Jacob ashore to be
looked after, a Greek family who had two handsome, curly haired doe eyed
sons about Jacob's age put him up.

After bathing and eating the two lads took Jacob up to bed in their room
where he took one bed leaving the second for the brothers. Jacob fell asleep
the minute his head hit the pillow, the two brothers sat together watching
him sleep, the older boy turned to his brother, "He is very handsome isn't
he?"

His brother smiled placing his hand on his brother's crotch, "Yes I wonder if
he plays around, I'd like to find out wouldn't you?"

The elder lad nodded and rubbed his brother's bare thigh from knee to the
leg of his shorts, "It would be amazing if we could both mess about with
him."

The younger lad got to his feet slipped across and knelt by the bed looking
closely at Jacob's sleeping form, he turned his head and whispered, "He's
getting hard in his sleep."

His brother replied, "That is normal, it doesn't mean he's homosexual, all guys
get hard ons when they sleep, you should know that you've played with mine
often enough."

The younger one giggled and rubbed his own stiffy through his shorts, "He's
very good looking with his blond hair and fair tanned skin, I'm so used to
seeing Greek guys with our black hair and swarthyskins. Do you think his
pubes are golden too?"

His brother rolled his eyes, "I'd say its probable seeing he's a blond."

The young brother slowly and softly ran his middle finger up the obvious
bulge in Jacob's pants feeling the hard hot sausage, "Gee Stavros, he is
bigger than even you I think and its throbbing."

Stavros glared at him, "Con leave him alone what if he wakes up and finds
you rubbing him off in his pants?"

Con frowned petulantly his sexy lips pouting his displeasure, "But I like feeling
his cock it is sexy."

Stavros frowned then shrugged his shoulders and rolled onto his back
ignoring what his stupid sex mad little brother was doing, Con continued his
fun gradually stroking harder and harder using three fingers to stimulate
Jacob's throbbing dick. Jacob moaned in his sleep and rolled onto his back,
Con pulled his hand away and sat their rigid hoping Jacob wasn't going to
wake up and punch his lights out. Stavros shook his head and hissed, "You
stupid little idiot you'll wake him up and then the crap will hit the fan."

Con sat still for a few minutes his hands folded in his lap with his own stiffy
hot and hard between them, he watched Jacob like a cat watched a mouse
then when he realized Jacob was still deeply asleep he moved onto the bed
lying beside the sleeping guest. His wandering hand soon edged back onto
the prominent mound and rested there cupping Jacob's hardness, he sighed
softly and his fingers moved up the rough material to the waistband. His
fingers explored the fastenings and undid the button before gently sliding the
zipper down opening the fly and exposing Jacob's aroused rod.

Stavros couldn't help himself he rolled onto his side watching his brother's
cheeky actions, his own cock was excited by what was going on and he could
see Con's poking up clearly in his shorts as he rubbed Jacob's schlong.
Jacob's body was responding to the attention and his breathing was getting
heavier as his penis got harder jerking and beginning to dribble. Con was now
leaning over Jacob his curly head nearly touching the hot bulge as he inhaled
the scent of male musk emanating from the excited teen's crotch.

Con was consumed by lust, the need to suck Jacob's dick was raging through
his mind, now he'd gone this far and Jacob was still asleep he thought maybe
he could bring him off without him waking. He licked his sensuous soft lips
and edged Jacob's erection out into the open through the fly of his Y fronts,
there in front of him was the towering object of his desires. The long straight
smooth pale pink prick, standing like a Cyprus tree from its nest of honey gold
fussy pubes, it looked so beautiful Con was drooling and swallowed
constantly. Stavros was now stroking his cock as he watched hypnotized by
his brother's actions, surely Jacob would wake up and lash out hitting his over
eager younger brother.

He watched as Con arched his head and slowly slid his sexy lips down that
pink poker until he'd taken it all and his nose was resting in that sexy looking
blond bush. Jacob moved on the bed, he squirmed and his buttocks tensed,
still asleep he moaned again as Con began sucking and sliding up and down
his rigid rod. Con's talented mouth and teasing tongue coaxed Jacob into a
rapid response and he exploded flooding Con's mouth and throat with a huge
pent up load. In his sleep befuddled brain Jacob felt the floodgates open and
he groaned in his sleep as he arched his fit body cum gushing from his jerking
joystick.

Con swallowed every drop and sucked those balls dry before sliding his mouth
off the still stiff prong and sitting up licking his lips, Stavros looked across and
grumbled, "I bet you didn't save me some to taste you greedy prick."

Con opened his orifice and poked out his tongue that glistened with a pearly
luminescence of sweet sperm, he grinned at his older brother and beckoned
him to approach, Stavros slipped off the bed and came across taking Con's
tasty appendage in his mouth sucking the tasty testes juice into his mouth as
they kissed hotly. Con moaned and grasped his brother's muscular buns
pulling him into his closer and gripping Stavros's rock hard rod where it
protruded from the musky forest of dark hair and began to wank it. Jacob's
sleep was disturbed by the moaning sounds and he opened his bleary eyes
squinting at the figures beside the bed, he blinked his eyes and gradually his
vision cleared.

There in front of him were the two handsome brothers kissing and wanking
each other's hard ons, he couldn't believe his eyes, and instinctively he
reached down to grope himself but was stunned to find his genitals exposed,
wet and sticky to touch. He suddenly recalled his dream that someone was
messing with his penis, he now knew it wasn't a fantasy but real, which of
these two hunky guys had done it or had both been at him?

He lay there watching the erotic vision not daring to make a sound in case he
interrupted the hot act, he saw them break the kiss and the younger one
dropped to his knees and took his big brother's dick and swallow it. Jacob
couldn't believe his eyes, how could anyone swallow that big fat meat without
choking or throwing up? Stavros was arched into Con's mouth ramming his
thick black pubes into his nose as he ground his hips stuffing every bit of his
hot hard horn into his brother's face. Jacob's dick was hard and aching, he
noticed both the lads had their eyes closed so he started jacking off, his wet
sticky hood squishing as he slid it back and forth over his crimson crown
increasing the excitement.

Jacob now knew he wasn't alone in his desires to be with other males, these
two hot Greek brothers obviously had been enjoying each other for some
time, he really felt the need to join them and he dropped his cock letting it
slam onto his belly as he reached out running a hand down both the lads'
bared firm bums. Stavros and Con both opened their eyes and looked at him,
the older reached a hand out grasping Jacob's arm gently pulling him to his
feet and they moved so he was close in their space. Stavros kissed Jacob as
Con took his eager erection in his hand and began sucking him off.

Jacob felt like he'd died and gone to Heaven, his whole virginal body shivered
and shook as the two lads began working on his body with lips and tongues.
He thrust into Con's mouth as Stavros moved behind him squatting and
massaging his buttocks before he opened those beauteous buns pressing his
face into the exposed valley and used his wet tongue to tease his anus. Jacob
felt like a man in front but a female behind, his mind whirled crazily with
previously unknown desires. Stavros moved in and pressed his horn into
Jacob's tight heat while Con suckled and slobbered on his schlong the dual
action brought Jacob to a howling climax and that dragged the gasping
Stavros with him into the wild delirious wonder of dual climaxing.

The three lads enjoyed a wondrous time until the Germans demolished the
Greek and Allied armies by paratroop and land attack shattering their idyllic
lives and sending them fleeing into the mountains to fight the invaders. Sadly
all three were captured, imprisoned and tortured by the Gestapo before being
dragged out and shot. The three lads held hands as the rifles fired dropping
them twitching to the blood stained soil in the prison's courtyard.

Their limp bloody carcasses were tossed carelessly into a pit with many other
bodies of resistance fighters captured and murdered by the cold-blooded
invaders who were terrorizing the whole of Europe.



				 The end.