Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2012 14:32:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Eric Foster <efoster447@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Time part 13

Disclaimer: this story contains sexual material. If you are not 18 or over,
or this is not legal in your country you should not read any further. This
material may offend if you find homosexual acts offensive or homosexual
acts between younger boys offensive. All similarities between this story's
plot line, characters, names, places, or any other item are purely
coincidence


In Time


It was 1:00 Saturday afternoon. Jacob and his parents had gone to the mall
to buy a few things, leaving Alex alone. He had decided to spend his time
listening to music and reading a book he had found at the library. Alex had
just finished reading a chapter when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
He got up from the bed, hurried down the stairs, and went to the front
door. There he saw a boy with green eyes and a bright smile that resembled
the sun. It was, of course, Martin.  "Hey Alex," he said cheerfully.  "Hey
Martin," Alex replied as he stepped forward and embraced Martin. He gave
him a quick peck on the lips and then took his hand as he led him inside.
"So where is everyone?"  "They're at the mall. They won't be home until
6:30 is what they had said," Alex answered nonchalantly.  Suddenly, Martin
came up behind him and reached his hands around so he was hugging Alex from
behind. He started to lightly grind his crotch into Alex's butt and began
to rub his hands up under Alex's shirt.  "So you're saying were alone...for
five hours...with the whole house to ourselves?" Martin asked in a
seductive whisper as he leaned in and kissed Alex's cheek.  The touch was
stimulating alone, but hearing Martin's words as well made him shiver. Alex
closed his eyes for a moment and leaned back against Martin as he allowed
him to explore his body with his hands. He let out a light sigh of pleasure
and turned around, still in Martin's hands.  "Want to go to my room?"  "I
was waiting for you to ask," Martin said.  Alex quickly took Martin's hand
and led him up to his room. He didn't even shut the door, seeing that no
one was home or would be home for quite a while. Before Martin had even
said anything, Alex had stripped off all his clothes and stood before him
naked and hard, waiting for Martin to make his move. Martin giggled with an
amused look on his face.  "Boy, we are moving quickly today aren't we?"
"Who cares, just come over here," Alex said as he walked over to Martin and
quickly unbuttoned and removed his shorts and underwear.  Martin was a
little surprised at how upfront Alex was being, but he didn't mind, and
actually encouraged him further by quickly stripping off his shirt. Now he
stood naked, just like Alex.  The sight of Alex's body, nude and glowing in
the sunlight, brought waves of happiness to Martin. Happy that they had
gotten over their first bump in their relationship together; happy this boy
was his; just pure happiness.  Martin walked forward and took Alex into his
arms and the two began to kiss passionately. They walked backwards as one
and fell onto the bed, where they continued to toss and turn and roll
around. Then Martin didn't know why but he had a sudden urge to try
something new that he had only seen before in videos.  Martin leaned back
until he straddled Alex across the knee. In response, Alex stared at him
with a confused look on his face as to why Martin had stopped so suddenly.
"I wanted to give something a try" Martin said before Alex had the time to
ask what he was doing.  Martin leaned in slowly and brought his face level
with Alex's crotch. Alex looked down, amazed and anxious, wondering if
Martin was about to do what he thought. Martin inhaled through his nose and
smelled a salty but pleasing musk, and decided he liked it. Though he still
wasn't entirely sure, he decided to go for it.  Tentatively Martin stuck
his tongue out and took a small lick across the very top of Alex's penis
tip. Alex shuddered at the intense feeling from Martin's tongue and let out
a light moan of pleasure. Driven by Alex's obvious sounds of pleasure, and
his own desire to continue, he started to lick up and down the top side of
the shaft. Alex let out louder moans of pleasure and placed his hands on
top of Martin's head.  He ran his fingers through his silky blonde hair and
lightly pressed down, desperately wanting Martin to take him in his mouth
completely. Martin moved up to the head and started to lick and stick his
tongue into the slit. The sensation of Martin's moist tongue made Alex feel
a rush like no other. Masturbating, making out, hell even having Martin
jack him off was nothing in comparison to this, and his orgasm was building
very quickly.  Martin then decided it was time, and leaned in and took him
into his mouth. Alex let out a loud moan and his feet began to twist and
dance as pulses of pleasure raced through every part of his body. Martin
took in more of Alex's shaft, and kept going down until his nose touched
his bare pubic mound, though he barely felt he could take more. He had
never done this before, and he felt if he went down any more he might just
gag.  He started to move up and down on the shaft, swirling his tongue, and
blowing as well as sucking as he went, trying to evoke every emotion of
pleasure he could from Alex. At first, he had been unsure whether he would
enjoy sucking Alex, but having the boy he loved in his mouth was a thrill
like no other.  The fact that Alex was circumcised made it even more
exciting, since he had no idea how to make him feel good, and he could tell
from Alex's reaction that he loved it.  Alex felt himself on the very verge
of cumming, and that he only had a few seconds left. His soft moans turned
to animal like grunts of pleasure and his hands pushed down on Martin's
head harder as he felt himself just on the edge. Finally he felt it hit
him.  Martin felt Alex push down hard and then the cum began to fly into
his mouth. He pulled up just a bit, and ran his tongue over the crown of
Alex's tip. There wasn't much that came out, but it was enough for a single
swallow. Martin pulled off and watched as Alex's quickly softened. He was
panting hard and resting on the bed trying to regain his breath after the
amazing orgasm.  Alex quickly leaned up, embraced Martin, and started to
make out passionately with him. Then he suddenly pulled back and just
nuzzled his face into Martins neck. He then leaned over, grabbed the remote
for his sound system, turned the volume down very low, and the first song
that came on was "I'm Wide Awake" by Katy Perry. Then in just barely a
whisper Martin heard Alex say: "Let's just cuddle ok?"  "Of course," Martin
replied.  Alex and Martin then wrapped their hands around each other and
rubbed the other's back. They tangled their legs and allowed themselves to
rest for a bit as the soft melody played in the background. They wouldn't
need much sleep...they were young and active so a quick nap was all that
was necessary; yet it was a nap spent together and that fact alone made it
all so much better.


Monday afternoon at West Telson High School and class had just let out. The
day was finally over. Jacob left P/E and headed for his locker on the other
end of school. After a short walk, he arrived and quickly opened it so he
could grab his backpack and the books he needed for homework tonight. He
stopped abruptly when he noticed a folded piece of paper on top of his
books.  That's weird...did Corey put this in here? Jacob thought as he took
out the note and read over it.  It definitely was not a note from
Corey...and it instantly brought fear to his heart. It was poorly written
and had no signature:

So Squirt, you put on a show at the pool the other day. Does your daddy
know about this? I'm watching you.

Jacob immediately understood the reference: someone had seen him and
Corey. At the time, he had been sure that no one was looking, but he hadn't
even thought to check if anyone was looking through the windows and
watching them. He felt like an idiot, but worst of all he had just
jeopardized Corey's and his safety and relationship.

Oh fuck....Was the only thing that came to mind. Confusion and fear hit
him. He immediately stuck the note in his backpack and quickly turned
around.  Right there standing in front of him was Corey. It was obvious
that he had read his face because Corey's smile instantly disappeared and
was replaced with a look of concern that was mirrored in his voice.  "Hey
Jacob...dude are you ok?" Corey asked as he reached out a hand to hold onto
Jacob's shoulder.  Jacob lightly brushed Corey's hand off his shoulder,
mostly out of fear that this stalker may be watching them even now. He felt
insecurity quickly overtake him and he started to wonder if anything was
even safe anymore. It was only one note, but it made him wonder what else
had people seen.  "Yeah, I'm fine...let's just head home dude," Jacob said,
the unsteadiness obvious in his voice.  Jacob's demeanor immediately set
Corey's mind in motion. He wondered to himself what could be causing Jacob
to be so distressed. He didn't want to see Jacob upset, and wanted to be
there for him, but unless he knew what was going on he couldn't help. Yet,
he decided that maybe he shouldn't push Jacob too much. It was obvious that
whatever it was would be hard for Jacob to talk about. He decided that it
may be best to leave it be at the moment, but he would keep an eye on Jacob
and if it started to get too much worse, he would step in, or have someone
else help him out.


It was about 9:00 at night at Jacobs's house. He was sitting at his desk
listening to some music and surfing online for some things he wanted to get
for his birthday which was September 29th, and it was September 4th, so it
wasn't too far away. He was also trying to get his mind off the note he had
received earlier that day. It had shaken him up a fair bit, and he wasn't
sure really what - if anything - he should do about it, but he thought that
maybe if he just ignored it things would return to normal. Suddenly, his
phone buzzed indicating he had a new text.  Who would send me a text at
this time...its probably just Corey, Jacob thought as he picked up his
phone.  As he opened the message he read the number. It was an unknown
number and the message wasn't signed. Worst of all was that it was
obviously from the same person who had sent him a note earlier that day.
Here is something for you to squirt to at night, fag HAHA Attached to the
message was a picture of Corey as he was getting out of the pool. He was
wearing a Speedo and it looked like he was at practice. Jacob felt the room
starting to close in on him and an overwhelming sense of fear and
insecurity began to consume him. The worst of all possibilities had come
true: this person had his number and knew that Corey was his boyfriend.
Shit, shit, shit....how the hell did they get my number, and how the fuck
did they get that picture of Corey? Jacob thought as that and a million
other things raced through his mind all at once.  He was lost in every way
possible, and he had no idea if he should tell anyone or not. He could tell
Corey, but he knew that he would freak out, and he didn't even know who was
doing it.  Besides, if he told anyone he was sure that the person would
likely notice the change in how they were acting and tell everyone about
him and Corey. Plus since he didn't know who was doing it there really
wasn't anything that could be done. It was a crappy situation, but at this
point the only thing he could do was try to ride it out and hope that the
person just stopped, or that he somehow found out who it was so he could
reveal his identity to an adult.  Jacob leaned back in his seat when
suddenly he got another text. He felt pissed and was wondering when this
person would just leave him alone. He opened the text, but this time it was
from Corey.  Goodnight babe, c u tomorrow I love u :D Jacob read over it a
few times and responded with a similar message. It made him feel good to
know that he could at least take comfort in Corey, and hoped that they
would be able to get through this thing...together.


Before Jacob had even realized it, it was already Wednesday. Nothing had
happened on Tuesday, and that provided him some relief. He was starting to
think that if he just ignored it like he planned, then maybe things would
just blow over and nothing would happen. Yes, the person had his number,
and locker number, and knew he was gay and dating Corey; yet they hadn't
done anything horribly drastic. They sent some nasty messages and scared
him some, but they hadn't done anything recently. This silence gave Jacob
just a little hope that he was right.  These thoughts ran through Jacob's
mind as he finished his research for a Chemistry project. He wasn't able to
get much done during class since Corey had been dressed particularly sexy
that day, and it had had a hypnotic effect on Jacob and his time
management. As a result, he had to stay after school to finish up. He had
already told Corey to just head back home and that he would call him when
he got back to his house.  There, I'm done Jacob thought as he grabbed his
backpack and saved the document on the computer.  He walked out of the
computer lab and started to head for the side of the building where he left
his bike. The empty halls echoed his steps, and the feeling of there being
no one else in the building was almost chilling. It was a little too cold
for his liking, and he had begun to wish he had brought a light jacket, or
at the very least worn a long sleeve shirt. Everything just seemed off. He
finally reached the door outside and quickly walked out of the
school. Jacob looked over to the bike rack and stopped dead in his tracks.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHO THE HELL DID THIS!!!" Jacob screamed aloud as he ran
over to his bike.  There sat his prized Cervelo RS, the only mode of
transportation he had for himself, and instead of being the cool red and
white colors it was originally, it was now spray painted pink. Every last
part of it was pink. Plus to make things worse, whoever had spray painted
it pink, had also managed to write "faggot" on the side in black so the
lettering stuck out like a sore thumb.  Jacob was angry beyond belief and
wanted to kick the ass of the person who did this. He quickly walked up to
the bike and saw a note attached to the seat.  I think pink fits faggots
like you better squirt. Enjoy HAHA Jacob then felt an emotional twister
ravage him. On one hand, he was pissed beyond belief that his $2,600 bike
was now trashed. On the other hand, he was scared because if this person
was willing to destroy his property...what else were they willing to do?
Plus he couldn't do anything about it. Whoever it was knew about him and
Corey, but he was not going to allow this to destroy their relationship. No
matter how much it hurt him, he wasn't going to allow the angel he called
Corey to get dragged into this. He let out a sigh and felt his throat choke
up as a few tears ran down his cheek.  Damnit...I have to do this all on my
own...I was hoping stuff would get better...but I guess I was wrong...again
Jacob thought as he wiped the tears from his eyes and got up.  He knew that
he couldn't ride his bike around like this and he needed some form of an
excuse.  Jacob decided there was only one option. He would claim it was
stolen and hide it somewhere at his house. He knew that his family rarely
used certain parts of the basement, so that would work perfectly. He could
just hide it there until he could figure out some way to get this situation
solved.  Jacob got up on this bike and rode down the street as quickly as
possible, making sure to avoid being seen. It was embarrassing enough to
have to ride around on an all pink bike, and it was worse that it said
faggot on the side.  The situation was disturbing; it filled him with
anger, fear, uncertainty, and worst of all he had a feeling that things
weren't going to get any better any time soon. He was in a deadlock, and he
knew he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Plus, he didn't want to risk
Corey in anyway. He had to bear through it, and hope this person would slip
up.

I just hope it doesn't get too much worse


Terry sat in his truck smoking his last cigarette. He had gone through most
of them after he had gone out to take a smoke during lunch. His truck was
hidden behind a barrier wall created for the dumpsters, but it gave him a
perfect view of the bike rack.  Damn I got that faggot good. The little
bitch is probably gonna cry. Wait ok there he is Terry thought as he
watched Jacob walk out to his bike.  He saw him run up and was able to see
the a few tears come down his face. He pulled out his phone and recorded as
this event unfolded, all the while trying to stifle his laughs at what he
thought was hilarious.  Finally, he saw the kid get up on his bike and ride
away quickly, obviously trying to avoid being seen. He started to laugh and
almost broke into tears from hardly being able to breathe. He was barely
able to keep himself from doing so, and finally managed to settle back
down.

This faggots gonna love what I have for him next Terry thought as he ran
through his plan for the next few days in his head.  He started his truck,
which sounded something like a cannon going off, and quickly sped out of
the parking lot and drove home. All the while, a wicked smile covered his
face as his evil plans raced through his head.


It was second block on Thursday at West Telson High School. Corey been
excused from gym class, seeing that he was already pretty fit and on the
swim team, and was now sitting in the front part of the guidance office.
After a few minutes, Corey was ushered into one of the back offices where
he sat down. Across the desk was a woman who looked to be in her mid to
late twenties. She had light brown hair, grey eyes, and pale complexion,
and exuded optimism. She seemed to almost radiate happiness with her smile
alone. Corey immediately felt at ease and didn't feel she was the type to
judge or come to assumptions quickly.  "Hello Corey, I'm Ms. Sims, your
guidance counselor," she said as she extended a hand forward and shook
Corey's.  "Hi," Corey said back in response.  "So what can I do for you
today?" Ms. Sims asked in a cheerful tone.  He began to wonder if it was
even possible for this woman to be sad or negative. She just seemed so
cheery.  "Well...it's not really about me...it's for my friend," Corey
said.  "Then who is your friend, and what is the problem?"  "His name is
Jacob Stewart, and the problem is...well he's just been acting different
lately," Corey said.  "Acting different...how so?"  "He's just seemed
scared, he's been very nervous lately and he is getting distracted. I know
something is bothering him, but he just doesn't want to tell me...and I
have no clue what to do," Corey said since he truly did feel helpless.
"That could be for a variety of reasons, but I can try and talk to him. So
how close are you two as friends, because I would imagine you would have to
be pretty close to pick up on this?" Ms.  Sims said, mainly so she could
get an idea of the situation and how well Corey knew about it.  "We're
extremely close," Corey replied.  "Extremely close?" Ms. Sims said in a
questioning tone.  She knew that Corey had only just moved here and she
found it interesting that they were already "extremely" close and had only
known each other for about a month.  "Well...he's my boyfriend," Corey said
with a trace of doubt in his voice.  "Ohhhh... ok well that's fine and
thank you for letting me know. It helps me to understand this situation
better," Ms. Sims responded.  The fact that the two boys were boyfriends
added a new dimension to the situation. She knew that Corey likely would
pick up on any changes in Jacob's interactions since they were dating;
especially if they were as close as Corey seemed to imply. Plus if the
situation Jacob were in related to his sexuality and him dating Corey then
it would be a likely reason that he is keeping it to himself.  "Do you have
any suspicions as to why Jacob may suddenly be acting this way?"  "Honestly
I don't have any. He was completely fine before Monday, and then suddenly
he started to seem to freak out about things, and just seemed more nervous
than normal. I just don't know what's causing it," Corey said with a slight
tone of desperation in his voice.  "Ok well how about this. I'll schedule
to see him as soon as I can and in the mean time just keep me up to date
regarding how he's acting. If at any point he seems to be in a situation
that may be dangerous to him or someone else, let me know as soon as you
can. Since you're his boyfriend, I would suspect you have a pretty good
idea of how he normally acts and would be better able to pick up on this
stuff, so I'm counting on you. Here is my card," Ms. Sims said as she
handed Corey her contact card. "It has my e-mail and work number as
well. Try to e-mail me first since I will likely respond to that more
quickly and I check it daily. If it's an emergency though, call 911 first
if it's dangerous to him or someone else around him."  "Ok," Corey said
with a nod.  "Thank you for letting me know about this, Corey. I'm sure it
will mean a lot to Jacob that you're showing so much concern for him, as it
would be expected of a significant other. As you know, I can't reveal
anything about his session, but I'm sure he'll tell you anyway," Ms. Sims
said as if it were obvious.  "He probably will. Thanks for helping out
Ms. Sims," Corey said with a smile.  "Of course Corey, any time" Ms. Sims
said as Corey got up and walked out of the office.  She quickly looked at
her schedule, and realized her next opening wasn't until next Friday. She
just hoped that the situation would remain stable until that point in
time. She knew how easily situations like this could deteriorate, but she
believed that Corey would keep her up to date as she had asked.  Hmm...I
may as well do a little research into this while I wait for the next
student to get here Ms.  Sims thought as she pulled up Jacob's record on
the computer Just as she had read the first two paragraphs about Jacob's
social history the door to her office opened and the next student walked
in. Yet just from those two paragraphs alone, she was already starting to
formulate an idea as to what may be going on with Jacob.


Finally school was over and Jacob had just gotten changed and was heading
for his locker. He had barely been able to focus during class and was
hypersensitive to everyone around him. Jacob watched everything everyone
did trying to look for some form of a sign. Yet despite his efforts and
continuous observations he hadn't found anyone acting out of the
ordinary. It bothered him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last
with this continuous stress.  He had finally gotten to his locker and
opened it quickly so that he could catch the bus home, seeing that his bike
had been "stolen." His parents had insisted on reporting it to the police,
but he knew if they had investigated the school's security tapes that they
would see him with the bike even after it was supposedly "stolen." In the
end, he had convinced his parents not to report it because he didn't want
to have to deal with the police. Though his parents had ultimately agreed,
his decision had concerned them. They knew their son loved that bike, and
they would have expected him to have filed a police report.  He looked into
his locker and was about to grab his book when he saw a folded page from
some magazine. He was immediately afraid of what it may be, but decided to
look anyway. Before he unfolded it he looked around to make sure no one was
around. When the coast was clear he unfolded the magazine page.  It was a
picture of a nude woman from some Playboy issue. Then, in a crudely written
message below, the bully had sent him a request.  How do fags like you not
like this stuff? Does your fag friend have tits like these? And what's with
his cock? I want you to do some things for me. Meet me in the weight room
tomorrow night at 6:30, alone.

Jacob quickly stuffed this note into his backpack and walked away. He
wanted to get away from his locker as soon as he could.  Shit...I am not
meeting him there...there is no fucking way I'm going Jacob thought as he
quickly walked out of the building to where the bus rider lane was.  He
knew that this person, whoever he was, was probably going to just try and
take advantage of him or beat the shit out of him or something else along
those lines. He just didn't want to deal with this anymore. Besides, the
person didn't have any real proof. He couldn't do anything worse than just
start a rumor, and any rumor was far better than having some bully take
advantage of him.  He boarded the bus and sat down. The September heat was
sweltering inside the bus and he could barely stand it. Plus being so
nervous and consumed with fear, he felt even warmer. It was as if he were
in an oven, not the loving warmth he got with Corey. He was hoping that
this situation would come to an end soon enough, because otherwise he felt
he would be baked alive if it didn't.


Alex was sitting with Caleb in the large den of Caleb's house. Martin had
to go with his parents and Corey to some event for the company, so they
wouldn't be able to be together that night.  Instead, Alex had opted to
ride over and just hang with Caleb for a bit.  They were both resting and
sweating profusely since they had been playing one-on-one basketball in his
backyard only a few minutes before. Caleb's parents also had a good amount
of money, but theirs had resulted from a lucky draw at a multimillion
dollar lottery. With some good financial planning and investment, his
parents were able to retire from their jobs as engineers, opted to move to
Telson, and there they raised Caleb.  Caleb had switched the channel to
Comedy Central and was watching an episode of Family Guy with Alex. Yet he
sensed that Alex was a bit upset. He seemed to be happier now after their
basketball game, but before he had seemed quieter than normal and almost
gloomy.  He looked over at Alex, who was wearing only a pair of thin blue
nylon shorts. They had taken off their shirts during the game, and had
taken off their shoes and socks once they got inside. He watched a single
drop of sweat move down his chest and over his defined abdomen and finally
hit his shorts which clung to him and outlined his crotch nicely. It sent a
light shiver through him just to watch it happen.  "Hey Alex," Caleb said
in a questioning voice.  "Hmm?"  "I was wondering...well you've seemed a
bit bothered lately, is something up?"  "Actually there is, Jacob's been
acting weird over the last couple days," Alex said with a hint of worry in
his voice.  "Like how?"  "Well his bike was stolen yesterday, but he didn't
want to report it because he said it wasn't a big deal," Alex said,
confused.  Caleb's face had a look of shock, confusion, and curiosity.
"That is odd. I mean I don't know him really well, but I know he loves that
bike; anything else weird?"  "He's just seemed really nervous and keeps
looking around everywhere. I don't know what's going on dude," Alex said
sounding clueless with a hint of desperation for some answer.  "Well dude,
if you ever want to talk to me about it, I'm here for you," Caleb said with
a light smile as he reached out to place his hand on Alex's shoulder to
comfort him.  "Thanks Caleb," Alex said as he reached his arms out and
wrapped them around Caleb.  He pulled Caleb into an embrace and held him
tightly, seeking comfort from his friend. Caleb on the other hand pulled
Alex into an even tighter embrace and slowly moved his hands over Alex's
back. The feeling of his bare skin being in contact with Alex's was like
electricity, and the sweat and testosterone only helped heighten the
experience. He wanted to make this hug last as long as he could, but Alex
began to pull away. Caleb didn't want Alex to think anything else of it so
he disappointedly let go.  "Oh...by the way what do you want for your
birthday Alex?" Caleb said in an attempt to change the subject to something
brighter.  "You know I'm not picky, just get whatever you feel I would
want," Alex said playfully.  Alex's birthday was on the 30th of September,
one day after Jacob's. They always had a joint birthday party over the
weekend, and it was always pure chaos. It was especially difficult since
there was such a huge range in the ages of the party members. Their parents
always had limited how many friends they could invite to the party. Martin
had always had more trouble with thinking about whom to invite, since he
tended to be the more socially active one of the two.  Though he had always
invited Caleb, this year he knew Martin would attend for sure.  He began to
wonder what Martin would give him for his birthday. Then he began to wonder
what kind of fun they could have. The thoughts were alluring and quickly
distracted him from reality. He didn't notice Caleb sitting directly next
to him and their skin touching. He didn't notice Caleb staring at his
crotch. He didn't even notice that Caleb was starting to tent and making
light sighs of pleasure. His mind was with Martin, and only Martin.


It was Thursday night and Jacob was sitting alone in his room. He was in
the middle of his bed trying his best to think about positive thoughts and
get his mind off this bully. Every aspect of this situation was disturbing
to him. The fact that the person had his number, knew he was gay and dating
Corey, knew his locker number, destroyed his property, was simply an awful
person, but worst of all was that he had no idea who he was. Jacob had no
clue as to what to do, and was trying to formulate some type of plan to get
out of it. Suddenly his phone beeped, indicating he had received a text
message. He was hoping that it was Corey...but sadly it wasn't.  The text
had a picture of himself and Corey kissing right outside the pool. Though
the picture was taken from afar it was very clear that it was himself and
Corey. There was a text attached to it beneath.

Oh and don't think about skipping our little meeting r bringing anyone
cause it's so easy 2 just send this, and a few other pics I got of u 2 to
everyone and show them how much of a fag you and Corey are HAHAHA

Jacob felt the fear rush into his veins again. Now the person had
photographic evidence that he was gay, and that Corey was his boyfriend. He
couldn't get out of it now. He either had to risk exposing himself and
Corey and ruining their relationship, or face this person as he had asked.
In his mind, Jacob went over his options several times, and realized that
he had already come to a decision. He knew that his love for Corey was
stronger than anything he had felt before. Jacob knew that he didn't want
to see Corey get hurt under any circumstances and that he wanted to
continue this relationship with him. He knew that he was going to have to
face this person. He would do it for Corey, and for their relationship.

I'll go to the ends of the earth and through hell and back before I let
Corey go


It was Friday night, 6:25, West Telson High School gym. Jacob had told his
parents that he wanted to go out for a run and would be back late. He knew
that he could get to the school if he paced himself correctly, and he had
just arrived. He looked down at his watch.  6:26 There, I made it just in
time Jacob thought as he went to the lower area of the gym where the weight
room was located.  He looked over and saw that a door had been barely
propped open with a small piece of wood.  He assumed that the person had
done this so he could get in. He walked into the weight room and instantly
felt the rush of cold air. The sudden temperature change gave him goose
bumps. He took a deep breath. Chalk, sweat, and a distinct metallic smell
filled his nostrils. The room was mostly dark except a few fluorescent
lights that provided little illumination. Suddenly, a voice startled him.
"So you actually showed up?" said a low voice from his side.  Jacob quickly
looked over and saw him. He stood at just over six feet and looked to be
about 17 or 18. He had short, black, curly hair that looked as if it hadn't
been washed in a while. His face was partly covered with acne and looked
greasy. His eyes were small and dark brown. He had on a camo t-shirt with a
deer and some writing about hunting on it. He wore light blue jeans that
were ripped in areas and muddy brown work boots that came up to about 4
inches below his knees. It was obvious that hygiene and personal appearance
weren't high on his list of priorities.  "Who are you?" Jacob said.  "That
doesn't matter to you faggot, but just call me daddy since you're going to
be my bitch from now on," the other boy said in a low laugh as he walked a
bit closer to Jacob.  Jacob took a few steps backwards. The other boy had
an evil looking smile and chuckled a bit.  "I didn't say you could move,"
he said in a low tone.  Jacob froze and didn't move as the other boy came
closer.  "I need someone to get some stuff done for me when I want it. So
I'll give you a deal. You don't tell your boyfriend or anyone else about
any of this and I won't send those pictures to everyone. And don't think I
won't send them, cause I'll do whatever the fuck I please, including with
you," the boy said, all the while with an evil grin and menacing voice.
"Why are you doing this?" Jacob barely managed to ask.  The boy's grin
suddenly changed to an angry frown, and eye's narrowed. He suddenly grabbed
Jacob by the neck and threw him up against a wall. Jacob let out a pained
sound as he hit the wall hard. Suddenly the boy was up in his face. Jacob
could smell a mix of BO and deodorant. His breath smelled like tobacco
smoke and a mix of greasy food. It almost made Jacob sick.  "Because
faggots like you do stuff that aint natural! You like takin' shit up your
ass huh? You like other boys fucking you huh?! You little piece of shit,
you make me sick and I wouldn't mind seeing your kind GONE. You are ruining
the morals of this country with your faggot shit and you fuck everyone up
so you can take shit up your ass!" Then the boy let go of his neck and let
him drop to the floor.  He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and
threw it at Jacob, who was still getting up from the ground.  "This
Saturday, meet me at my house at 4:00. If you don't arrive on time I'll
send out the pics to everyone," the boy said just as Jacob had finally
gotten up and had walked a few steps away towards the door.  "See you
Saturday," the boy said as he laughed and walked out the door.  Jacob
leaned back against the wall and felt the tears quickly come to his
eyes. Now he knew that he was now trapped. This boy had him in his hands
and could do with him how he pleased. He broke down into full sobs on the
floor as he sat against the wall in the fetal position.

The world was spinning out of control


Authors note: The ride is still in a loop and Jacob is now feeling the hurt
that the relationship can also give. Martin and Alex seem to be doing fine,
for now. Things are starting to become terribly unstable, and will they
ever become stable again? Well that is to come with future parts. So what
did you guys think of this part? Do you have any comments, questions,
suggestions? Well send them my way at EFoster447@yahoo.com. I didn't get
very many responses over the last few parts so I'm not really sure what you
guys thought of them. I would really love to get an e-mail from you all,
even just a line or two telling me what you think is something I love to
get. So if you have time let me know what you think so I can make sure the
story turns out in a way you guys enjoy. Also I have to thank my editor for
this section Mike Archer.  Again thanks for reading the story so far. I
hope you guys will continue to read the story as the parts come and I hope
you will continue to enjoy it as it comes along. Thanks guys.