Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2012 13:01:29 -0400
From: Kevin D <rekniv86@gmail.com>
Subject: Jakes Inner Wolf - Ch 02

DISCLAIMER:
This story is fiction, any reflection of real life and any description of
an area or person is purely coincidental.

This story is about a young man who discovers himself and love as well as a
few supernatural surprises along the way. There is death, love, hate,
friendship, and bigotry.

There are potentially scenes of M/M sexual contact in each chapter, do not
continue reading if reading text of this nature is illegal where you are
located, likewise if you are under the legal age to read pornographic
material.

Please enjoy and feel free to send comments. This is my first attempt at
submitting a story to Nifty.

Chapter 02:

The guests started drifting out by mid-afternoon and by 5pm no one was left
but my mother and I. I began cleaning up the house while mother did the
dishes, one of the few things she could do without wearing herself out
since she was sitting most of the day. After everything was cleaned up we
went out and sat on the back porch to watch the sun set, it was something
we had done most evenings and something I intended to keep doing with her
till the end. Today, as usual, we had my mothers favorite music playing in
the background, and just sat quietly, each to our own thoughts, side by
side while watching the sun set behind and through the trees of the forest.

As the sun was nearly completely down my mother finally spoke up. "Jake. I
know your father and you never got along, and I thank you for staying these
past few months with us for me, I know it wasn't easy, especially given
what I suspect about who you are and who your father was even up to his
death."

Uh oh. I wasn't planning on having this talk with my mother. "Mom, what do
you mean?"

"You can tell me now son, you could've told me years ago, but I assume you
were afraid because of your father. You're gay, aren't you?" My heart
nearly skipped a beat, my face flushed and my body stiffened. "I thought so
Jake. It's ok. I still love you. I know your father wasn't tolerant of it,
and you didn't want to make it an issue. I thank you for that, but now
there's no need to hide it."

"Mom, I..." I couldn't think of the words I wanted, no needed, to say. "I
never thought you'd have a problem. Yes, I'm gay. I never wanted to put you
in the situation of having to hide something from father or having to tell
him if he asked you, so I just kept to myself and got out when I could.
How, uh.. how long have you suspected?"

She smiled that sweet loving smile all doting mothers have. "I guess a part
of me has suspected since you began puberty. You were just different from
most boys of that age, and the older you got the more it was confirmed in
my mind. There were things here and there that only a mother would pick up
on." This definitely got me blushing. "I hope you know that the town is
much more accepting than your father was. There are a few same-sex couples
in town that I know of and probably others I don't. One is raising children
that they adopted and none of them are having too many problems with the
town. There'll always be a few people who have issues with it, but they are
in the minority even here. You don't have to run back to New York City. I'm
sure you could find someone and settle down here. You know this house and
property will be yours in not too long."

"Mom, don't talk like that, you've got plenty of time."

"Quiet Jake, I accepted it 3 months ago, and even more so now that your
father is gone. I'm just worried about you. I can feel it in my bones, I
don't expect to see September. You're set to inherit of everything of ours.
Your father and I worked very hard to live debt free and managed to do so
even with my medicines. You'll have no debt at all, and we both had small
life insurance policies and a savings account that we filled up with the
money I inherited from my parents. You'll be able to live here in this
house and not need to work for probably about a year. Longer if you get at
least a part-time job. Of course, I would understand if you don't want to
try and make it work here and want to sell the house and land and move
away. I just want you to be happy."

"Mom, I...I don't know, this is all so sudden. I will admit that part of me
is screaming to give it a shot, to stay for a while and live here and see
how it goes, I thought NYC was what I wanted but being back here just these
four months, I realized I took for granted just how much I loved the forest
and outdoors and sitting out on the porch like this." I took a deep
breathe, "maybe I will, but please don't talk like you won't see September,
I love you mom, you're the only person in the world who I can have a
conversation with."

"I know son, that's why I volunteered you for drinks with John. Even if he
is straight, which I'm not so sure he is mind you, you could use a friend.
John is friends with Richard Davies; Mr. Davies has been as close to
friends with your father as your father would let anyone be as well as
being your fathers' employer. Mr. Davies thinks highly of John, he wouldn't
think such if John wasn't a good man. John also has a poor relationship
with his father. As alike as your father and his father were, they were
friends in their younger years, but after those two arrests in their early
twenties and his wife and I telling them that if they didn't stop we'd
leave, they stopped being friends and seemed to have at least stopped their
actions if not giving up their opinions. I think you could find, at the
least, a friend in John if you just try."

"Alright mom." *sigh* "I'll play nice as long as he does. I'll go out and
have a few drinks with him sometime and see if we can't be at least
friends, but if he's a dick, I'm gonna be a dick back. If I'm going to make
an attempt at living here, it'd help to have at least one friend, but I'm
not the same floorboard that I was in high school, it's time I stood up for
myself in this town."

"I agree completely son, I've always been proud of you, but you've been
making me even more proud the past few months."

The days passed and mom continued declining, it was almost as if she'd
given up after my father passed. It was later the next week, I got a phone
call Thursday afternoon, mom was still napping.

"Hello?"

"Hey, um, Jake?"

"Yes? Oh, John is that you?"

"Ya it's me, John, um, hi Jake, how are you holding up?"

"I'm doing ok, nice to finally hear from you." Ouch, oops, I didn't *mean*
to be that harsh. "It's no secret my father and I never got along, I'm
mostly worn out from worrying about my mom. How are you?"

"Oh I'm good, yeah, sorry about the long time to get in touch, I've uh,
been, busy. I remember hearing that your father and you didn't really see
eye to eye. My father and I don't get along either. It sucks huh? The
primary man in our lives we want to be closest to and they're the furthest
thing from the person we want them to be?" I heard an audible sigh over the
phone, "anways, how's you're mom doing?" So we chatted for a few minutes
before he finally got to the reason for calling.

"So Jake, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and have a few drinks
with me and a couple friends tomorrow night. We usually go to The Moon bar,
it's only a couple miles from your place so you could even walk and not
worry about drinking and driving! Annnnd you don't have to worry, it's
usually only me, Simon, and Willy from our high school class there. My
brother might stop in and say Hi, but he probably won't stick around, maybe
a few older guys. So whaddaya say?"

I was relieved that he was inviting more people than just myself, but I
remembered Simon and Willy from high school. They like John never went out
of their way to physically bully me, but they would make some remarks about
my weight and glasses and sometimes knock my books out of my hands or shut
my locker while I was rummaging around in it or focus on me in gym class
dodgeball, petty things like that. Well, times are different now, I'd stand
up for myself this time if they started anything, I was better looking,
smarter and definitely stronger, I definitely didn't want to fight, but I
wasn't going to be pushed around either. As if picking up on my thoughts
John said, "Look I remember what Simon and Willy did to you in high school,
they've grown up, but I also had a talk with them and told them I was
inviting you and that they'd better behave."

I was surprised at this, "um.. you what?"

"I told them to behave and not give you a problem because I was inviting
you as my guest."

"Do you realize that it sounds like you're considering me a date?" I asked.

Silence.

"Oh.. I, I umm.. didn't even think of how it would look."

"If my father was still around... no, I promised I'd try, ok, I'll still
go. Unless this *is* a date, which case you should probably tell me of the
intention, but you probably shouldn't make it sound like one, rumors spread
you know."

"They won't say anything to anyone else. They know better. But it's great
that you'll come. I'll see you tomorrow then, 9pm?"

"9 is good, mom goes to bed at 8 so that'll give me time to shower, get
dressed, and walk over after helping mom to bed."

"Excellent! Have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow!"

I hung up the phone feeling like I was about to walk into something that I
was not prepared for but at the same time had been longing for. He hadn't
said this wasn't a date, even though I mentioned that it sounded like one.
I had no idea who frequented the bar; even though it was only several miles
from my house, growing up I was always too young to go and my father
disapproved of the place, saying a "weird lot" spent their evenings there.
I continued thinking about the next evening until I got into bed.

By time I was working my way into my bed, I was stretching it out to be a
romantic date with just John's beautiful body, his gorgeous eyes, and
myself. Where we'd have a couple drinks, and then go somewhere where he'd
fuck my brains out with his undoubtedly (in my fantasy) amazing cock. It
was the first time I'd had any sexual inclination without the aid of porn
since I got called home in March. What the hell, I'd been masturbating only
to relieve the pressure that built up once a week or so for the past 4
months. To be primed and ready from my fantasy and not porn was refreshing,
reminding me that I was still only 21 and very horny.

I threw off the blanket and began running my hand over my torso, while my
other hand stroked my rock hard cock slowly and steadily. My roaming hand
alternated between pinching my nipples, squeezing my balls, and fingering
my asshole. It'd been nearly 6 months since I'd had a nice hard cock fuck
my ass and I couldn't keep myself from imagining John taking me somewhere
and roughly, but not damagingly, removing my clothes, and shoving his hard
cock up my ass and riding me till be both shot cum everywhere. While
running this fantasy in my mind, I continued stroking myself slowly until I
came all over my chest and stomach. It'd been a long time since I'd had an
orgasm that strong.

John seemed like the type to be hot and cold with his attitude, but fuck if
he wasn't so sexy I could try to deal with it as long as there weren't any
other big flaws. Before drifting off I noticed the usual wolf calls and
answering howls and yipping out in the woods. It was a regular sound, one
I'd gotten used to over my lifetime, but this time for some reason, one of
them sounded exceptionally close to the house. They'd never seemed to come
close to the house for some reason, almost as if they knew to stay away.
Wonder what was different this time.

I woke up the next morning with a morning hard-on like I hadn't had in a
long time. Was I really this horny all along and just needed even the
potential of someone fucking me to get me this worked up? At the thought of
someone fucking me, my cock twitched and my brain immediately went back to
my fantasy from the night before. I decided to go through my bags and open
up my bag of sex toys and have a little fun before my morning shower.

Finding my bottle of lube and favorite dildo, I laid a towel out on my bed,
lubed up the dildo and began slowly working it into my asshole. I hadn't
put so much as a finger in my asshole since that phone call in March until
last night, so it was slow going and somewhat painful at first. Finally, it
was all the way in and I could feel my body beginning to relax around it,
and enjoy the sensation of it filling me up and the stretch. It was a
feeling I most certainly missed. Imagining it was John's hard cock fit
right in with my fantasy, it didn't take long of sliding the 8" dildo
slowly in and out of my ass, angled to slide over my prostate every stroke
in and out, and soon I was shooting a load as powerful as the night before
except this time I didn't even touch my cock. Damn that was good.

I reluctantly removed the dildo and went to clean off the dildo and then
got into the shower to begin the day, second Friday of the month. I had to
go and run some errands and then take my mother to the doctor again this
afternoon, this was a good night for the bar, I reasoned. My mother always
went to bed early after her doctors appointments and stayed asleep through
to late morning the next day, so I wouldn't have to worry about her.

The day passed slowly but with always something to do, so that I never had
time to contemplate on the upcoming evening in-depth. We were just meeting
up and having a few drinks and catching up. That's it. Not a date. Why was
I thinking like it was a date? Why was I worried if it was? My father is
dead, my mother accepts me being gay, no one else matters, right? If I was
honest with myself, despite his disappearing for nearly a week before
calling me, he was hot as hell and I could tell he'd be the bossy-top type
that I enjoyed fucking my brains out so much, that is, if he was gay.

Before I knew it I was driving my mother home from her doctor appointment,
and she was already beginning to get drowsy, so we went to a restaraunt for
dinner since they could prepare the food much quicker than I could and she
needed to eat before she went to bed. The food was good and quick and we
had a pleasant talk. Finally I got her home and into bed just as she was
falling asleep, "good night Jake, please have fun and don't be too reserved
tonight, don't worry about me, I'll wake up tomorrow morning and I want to
hear that you had a good time." I kissed her on the forehead and told her
good night and that I would try to have fun tonight. It was shortly after
7, giving me plenty of time to finish cleaning the house and still shower
and get off before going to the bar.

I once again found myself masturbating to my fantasy of John throwing me
down onto the bed and diving down before ravaging me, setting a blistering
pace fucking me that included hitting my prostate regularly. I was using my
dildo again and was doing everything I could to mimic the feeling and still
hold off my orgasm until I couldn't possibly hold it in any longer. It was
a pointless exercise, that much rubbing on my prostate and the feeling of
the dildo filling up my ass was too good. I shot a powerful load that
covered my chest and left me panting with the dildo still held tight in my
ass. Reluctantly I cleaned up before getting in the shower to wash myself
and get myself ready.

8:30 found me locking up the house and walking down the road to The Moon. A
bar I'd passed on my way into town for 18 years but never once stepping
foot inside. All I could think about was that he better not be too late and
he better not stand me up.