Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 11:39:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dscreet Dude <ihaveaview@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: Jake's Story Chap-6

Copyright 2003 by Jacob Pritchard. All rights
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This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual
relationships. If this type of material offends you,
please do not read any further. This material is
intended for mature adult audiences. Names,
characters, locations and incidents are either the
product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or
locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely
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Jake's Story  ~ Chapter Six ~

Although the first three people I had sex with were
boys my general age, they were enjoyable experiences,
and ones I cherish to this day. However, the next
episode was to give me a hard lesson on the dangers of
indiscretion. It was a hard lesson for sure, but very
valuable in teaching what I should and shouldn't do,
precautionary measures to be aware of, and especially
whom I would allow to be part of my secret little
world.

It was later that following week after my session with
Aaron, maybe Thursday, that I was in school and found
myself needing to go to the bathroom. I told the
teacher that I didn't feel very good and needed to go
to the bathroom. Of course I felt fine, but I had
something else in mind.

The long hallway was basically empty as I made my way
to the older part of the building where the bathrooms
were located. That part of the building also housed
the Vo-Tech classes that all boys would eventually be
required to participate in. It was also one of two
classrooms that the high school students used in our
building, walking the short distance from their
building across the parking lot.

As I walked into the bathroom it seemed empty, at
least I didn't see anyone. I walked over to the urinal
that dominated one whole wall. It was probably eight
feet long and as tall as I was. There was a copper
pipe with holes in it that ran along the ceramic top
and if you turn the spring-loaded valve attached to it
water would cascade down the face rinsing away the
mess that would accumulate there.

I stood up to the wall, unzipped and started
urinating, watching my yellow stream spread out on the
wall and begin collecting in the trough below. Then I
was startled by a voice; "Well looky, looky here. If
it ain't ole Jake Pritchard pissin' all over the
place. Howse it goin' Jakey?" And he slapped me on the
back causing me to jerk my dick to the side almost
peeing on myself.

It was Chuck Smith, a loud-mouthed eleventh grader who
lived just outside of town in an old beat down house.
I'd heard my Mother call his family white trash, but I
wasn't sure what that meant. He'd never bothered me
before so I didn't really have cause to be afraid of
him. I do know that he seemed to keep to himself most
of the time. I'd see him fishing by himself down at
the creek, or maybe riding around on his beat up ole
bike, always seeming to have someplace to go. I think
he ran errands for his dad who operated an auto repair
shop out of their barn.
"Scoot over dude and let me show ya how real men
piss." And he scooted right up next to me, unzipped
his pants and pulled his dick out to do his business.
Well, being that close to him, and naïve as I've said
before, I just looked over to see what it was he had,
not even trying to hide the act. He hadn't started
urinating yet and just stood there letting it hang,
hands free. And it was big! At least bigger than
anything I had seen so far. It was probably seven or
eight inches long and as fat as one of the kielbasa my
Mom liked to cook, though it didn't look like any
sausage I'd ever saw. It was cut and darker than other
penises I'd seen, with darker veins visible. I was
quite fascinated and it must've been obvious to Chuck.

"Whoa boy! Ya like what ya see do ya? It's big, huh?!"
He proudly said, obviously enjoying showing off.
"Bigger'n that lil piss-stick you got." And he laughed
in a strange way.

I continued to stare, finding it hard to take my eyes
off this monster. I must have licked my lips or
something similar to encourage Chuck further. ""Touch
it if'n ya want." He said, almost a whisper.

I looked from his member up to his face and shook my
head, unsure what he would say. "Naw, go ahead. I know
ya wanna. I can see it in yer lil eyes. Go ahead. It's
not a snake, even though it looks like it."

I wasn't sure what else to do, so I reached out and
touched it. Just on the side and only for a mere
second. That was all it took to encourage him further.
"Oh now ya did it. Look at what's happening. It's got
a mind of its own." And right before my eyes it seemed
to swell up, getting hard in just a few seconds. It
was fascinating and again I found I couldn't take my
eyes from it. "Now ya should grab it and feel what a
real man feels like Jake."

He took my hand and without me resisting placed it on
his cock, which was sticking straight out now. My hand
just naturally grabbed it. I think it had a mind of
it's own too. I wasn't scared or frightened at this
point. Maybe nervous, that's all. But, I was in some
kind of trance. Maybe I was mesmerized, I'm not sure.

"Now stroke it a little bit, Jake." And I did it, like
I knew what I was doing. He had control of me some
way, like a hypnotic trance and he was using his dick
to do it, swinging it before my eyes like a magician
would swing a watch fob before his victims eyes.

"Um yea, that's right. You know, doncha boy? You beat
off doncha? You beat yer meat do ya Jake?" And he
placed his hand on my shoulder. I didn't answer. I
just kept stroking him, mesmerized, feeling the power
in his cock, which was probably eight or nine inches
now and bigger around than my hand could grasp fully.

"Let's go in here Jake, I wanna show ya something."
And he turned me towards one of the bathroom stalls
and I followed, letting go of his dick in the process.
I entered first and as soon as Jake got in he turned
and pushed the latched that locked the two of us in
there together.

Turning to face Chuck, butterflies in my stomach, I
was faced with his fully erect cock now directly in
front of me. It seemed huge, and I suppose it was. It
was definitely the biggest one I had ever saw.
Sticking out the zipper hole of his pants it looked
somewhat out of place with no balls in view. I had a
fleeting thought of what they may look like.

There was a drop of pre-cum on the tip, the head was
shiny and glistened, and dark veins protruded from the
sides. I'd heard the word 'horse-cock' before
somewhere and it came to mind as I stared. This is
what a horse-cock would look like.

"Go ahead Jake, stroke it like ya did outside. Do it!
Don't be afraid, I won't hurt ya, and it won't hurt
ya." He was talking in a hoarse whisper, with
authority in his voice. I was scared to say no.

I grabbed it in the middle with one hand and finding I
couldn't quite grasp it used my other hand, locking my
fingers together in a tight grip just under the big
head. I could feel it respond to my touch, like a
snake tensing up for the strike.

Looking up at him he just nodded, encouraging me
onward. Looking back down I brought my hands upwards
the head, which caused the skin to bunch up some and
slide up over the rim, and that caused him to suck his
breath in, moaning. I stroked backwards down his shaft
only a little and then came back up. Each time I would
reach the end he would give that soft moan. Looking up
at his face I saw that his eyes were closed, his head
tilted to the side a little, enjoying what I was
doing. I was scared to stop knowing that he wouldn't
like it. Maybe if I sped things up a little he would
have his orgasm and let me go, I thought.

So I started going a little faster and with each
stroke over the head of his dick I'd make sure my
thumbs rubbed across the V at the crown. This seemed
to be doing the trick gauging by the effect it had on
him. He was thrusting his hips now in time with my
strokes and his moans were a little louder..

Then he did something I didn't expect. Grabbing me
behind the head with one of his hands he started
pushing my face towards this big cock of his. "Suck it
Jake!," was all he said, forcing my mouth onto the
head, my lips tasting the pre-cum that was now all
over it. I didn't have any choice as he pushed it
right past my lips into my mouth. I had to open wide
and for a second I thought he was going to shove the
whole thing down my throat. He probably would have but
I gagged as it hit the back of my throat, so he
stopped there.

"Go ahead Jake, just suck on it." He whispered
threateningly, "And don't bite either!"

I still had both my hands around it and they were up
against my lips. He was still moving his hips and my
head and hands were moving with him. I sucked the best
I could, but his huge head filled my mouth so much I
thought my jaws would pop. The taste was really
strong, he must've had a lot of pre-cum coming out
causing my mouth to water, the saliva dripping from
the sides of my mouth.

It didn't take long and I knew he was going to start
cumming soon. His cockhead swelled up some more as it
prepared to shoot its load. Chucks moaning had
increased and he said, "Suck you little fucking
cocksucker! Suck it! I'm cumming in your hot mouth!"
and some other stuff I don't quite remember.

Nothing prepared me for what happened though when he
finally did shoot his load. With a long strained moan
he began shooting his load in his mouth with one short
burst that hit me in the back of my mouth, hot and
strong. Then a big gush that filled my mouth causing
me to gag again, most of it spewing out the side of my
mouth. Four, five, six shots of the same, and so much
of it. I couldn't believe there could be so much cum.
I swallowed some, I had no choice or I think I would
have drowned. The rest was going down my chin and fell
on the floor.

With each burst he thrust forward into my mouth
holding me in place with his hand. The last couple
times I actually swallowed his cock halfway or more.
There must have been five or six inches of it in my
mouth by then. I could feel it going down my throat,
his cum forcing its way down. And I was freaking out.
I thought he was going to kill me with it. My mouth
hurt from being stretched and my jaws ached from
having to open them so wide. In my panic I must have
grabbed his cock really hard, squeezing for all I was
worth, so my hands were hurting too. It only seemed to
intensify his orgasm.

He finished cumming and I thought that maybe it was
finally over, as he slowed down then stopped, his dick
softening in my mouth. I was still trying to swallow
what was left in my mouth and couldn't help but
continue to suck on his cock as I did so. He seemed to
enjoy this and was rubbing the top of my head making
little groans of satisfaction.

"Damn Jake, you are really good at that. Yea, shit,
yer a pretty good lil cocksucker, ain't ya?" He said
snidely. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I let
it go. Then I just kinda stood there, not sure what to
do. I was still scared of what else he might do, maybe
hit me or something. But he just started pulling
toilet paper off the nearby roll and wiped his cum off
my face with it, then tossing it into the toilet. He
did this several times, even putting his hand under my
chin gently making sure he got it all.

As he wiped he whispered to me, "I'm sorry if I hurt
ya lil guy. Some times I can't help myself. You know
yer a pretty good lookin' kid. Thanks fer what ya did.
Maybe I can do something for you sometime."

He began wiping at his cock, now hanging but still
pretty big to me and said, "Now ya know ya haveta keep
this a secret between me and you. I won't tell anyone
that yer a cocksucker if you don't tell anyone what
happened here. And I tell ya what. You let me know if
anyone bothers you and I'll take care of it. Can't
have anyone bothering my favorite lil cocksucker, now
can I?" And all I could do was look at him and nod my
head, afraid to say anything.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down
revealing that his balls matched the size of his dick.
They looked like a couple of goose eggs to me and
explained where the enormous amount of cum had come
from. Tucking his cock down one side of his boxers he
tucked his shirt in and zipped up.

He looked at me, straightened my hair out, gave me a
light slap on the cheek and pointing his finger at me
said with a measure of threat, "Secret, right?"

I just nodded my head trying not to look him in the
eyes. It didn't seem to satisfy him and he put his
hand under my chin, bringing my face up so that we had
direct eye contact, maybe with a hint of fear.
"Secret, right!?" He said again, this time a little
more forcefully.

"Yea Chuck," I said quietly, "Secret. Don't worry, I
ain't gonna tell anyone you like little boys to suck
yer cock." And I pushed past him walking out to the
sink to wash my face and hands, sticky with his cum.

He came to stand next to me and turned the water on at
that sink, letting it run. I looked up and could see
him looking at me through the mirror, a solemn look on
his face. "Look Jake," He said quietly, "I'm sorry.
I'm a real bastard. I wanna make it up to ya somehow.
Just let me know if there's something I can do."

He seemed sincere enough and I wanted to believe him.
At least for the moment I didn't feel scared of him.
As I looked at his reflection in the mirror I almost
felt sorry for some odd reason. I guess it was just my
nature.

I turned to face him, shaking the water off my hands.
"Look Chuck, I don't know why ya did what ya did. That
stuff is all new to me. I'll keep yer secret, I guess
we all have our dirty little secrets. But next time
just ask, ya might be surprised at the answer." And I
turned and walked to the door.

As I got there I turned and said, "You owe me now.
I'll haveta think of something. There's a new James
Bond movie out playin' in the city I'd like ta see.
Maybe you can take me and one of my Buddies sometime?"


He said quickly, "Sure Jake, anything." And I turned
and left to get back to my classroom. I had learned a
couple new lessons today, and not in history. One
valuable lesson was that sex could be used to get
things or hold power on people. This would prove very
valuable to me in the years to come, and I learned to
use it in a sneaky way.

I never got to take advantage of Chuck's promise to
me. The circumstances never arose again for us to meet
that spring and early summer, and I really didn't want
to have sex with him again. I was careful about going
to the bathroom alone or who was in there went I went.
That experience turned me off from people with big
dicks and aggressive attitudes. I had learned to be
just a little more sneaky.

Later that summer Chucks fully clothed body was found
floating in the creek just above our town. No one's
sure what happened. Maybe he slipped off the bank
while he was fishing or maybe he was pushed. They say
he'd had an argument over something with his father
and had left their house upset, maybe crying. It was
the last time anyone had seen him alive.

I wonder now if Chuck had a difficult time accepting
what I'm sure he'd finally realized about his
sexuality and probable homosexual tendencies. Maybe
his father discovered this also about him and
confronted him with it. Maybe his father did something
to him. Odd things happen behind closed doors in small
towns. Or maybe there was guilt he couldn't bear over
what happened to me. Too many maybes. I'd like to
think that it was just an accident, and leave it at
that.

But, I guess we'll never fully know. I went to his
funeral. My Mom was curious as to why I would want to
go to someone's funeral I didn't even know, especially
white trash.  And I'm sure Chuck's family wondered why
I was there. As I looked at him lying in his coffin,
dressed in a black suit and tie, his eyes closed
forever, I whispered to him that his secret was safe
with me. Maybe I was the only one that ever knew this
about him. It's tragic, the secrets that we keep. As I
read the little card they give out about the deceased,
I found out his name was Charles.