Jake & Eric's Excellent Adventure

I had no intention or desire to attend Graduation Night with my classmates. Many of them have tormented me over the years, most just verbally, but a few physically. Some of these people I have known my entire life, yet by the time that I started high school, and didn't chase after girls, the rumors began. 

I never denied, nor confirmed the rumors. However by then, I had already come to realize that there was basis in fact to the comments that people had been making. I suppose that people could see things in me before I could see them myself.

They all reacted in a vatiety of different ways. There where those who just faded away without a word. Then there where those who had more then a few words to say before advising me that I was to have no contact with them in any way, shape, form , or fashion. "Or else!"

However, there where a few "straight" guys who came to me in private, away from school and told me that I was a nice person, and didn't care if what people where saying was true. Infact, they where even kind enough to make a sacrafice and allow me to give them oral sex to feed my sickness. The sickness a boy like me requires when you desire a life of faggotry. I remember feeling so greatful to these few who would still let me be thier "friend" as long as nobody knew about it. Back then, I thought that this was a small price to pay for being a queer. After all, I brought this on myself, right?

Looking back, I have greater respect for those who just disappeared, or told me to fuck-off. It took a long time for me to get over the fact that I willingly accepted some friendships under these conditions. But at the time, I thought that they where doing me a great favor, almost giving me a gift. But among that group, there was one "friend" who hurt me so deeply in the beginning, but then redeemed himself in a way that makes me cry everytime I think back about one night in particular. A night in the life of two guy's who had been fighting the same demons. 

His name was Eric, a brown haired, blue-eyed jock. It was more difficult for a guy like Eric to give up the fight, then it was for me. His reputation as a jock and stud, made it nearly impossible to accept the truth. For me, it was easier. I'm not saying that accepting that fact that I preferred boys over girls was some simple task. I'm just saying that I didn't have the obstical of a diametrically opposed reputation to overcome. 

There was one time when Eric and I where out over the weekend. We'd drive to places miles away from where we lived so that we wouldn't run into anyone from high school. He was once my frined, but that was before the rumors started, and he has lived three doors down from me since forever. We had continued our friendship under the cover of secracy for months. On a night that I shall never forget, the unthinkable happened, the thing that we feared the most.

When I say that "we" feared it, you'd think that he'd be the one who was afraid to be seen with me. But I also feared it too, because I knew that if we where spotted, I'd lose the gift of his secret friendship. I'll never forget how firghtened he became when he saw some of his jock friends driving down the opposite aisle of a shopping mall parking lot.

"Oh shit duck Jake! - Get down on the floor!" He shouted, and I did. He saw that they where speeding up to catch up to his truck. He sped up and turned up the next aisle and shouted for me to get the fuck out of his truck and I did. I opened the door and jumped out while the truck was still moving, tumbled across the asphault and rolled under a car just as these guys pulled up behind him. I heard the entire conversation from where I layed in pain.

"Dude! I could have sworn we saw Jake in your truck." One if the jocks said.

"Jake who?" Eric said.

"Jake - The faggot from school." The jock replied.

"Shit - You wouldn't catch that faggot in my truck! - under it maybe, but not in it!" Eric said.

They all laughed at that, and I heard Eric decline an offer to hang out with them. He told them that he was there to pick up his little sister and her friend from the movie theatre. That ended their conversation and I watched the tries of both vehicles drive away.

I got out from under the car and watched both of them drive off in different directions. Even in the amount of pain I was in, I carefully kept low and dodged between cars so that Eric wouldn't be caught with a faggot. That was more important to me then these jocks spotting me and beating the shit out of me. I would have done anything to avoid Eric taking his friendship away from me. He was the only reason I bothered to wake up in the morning, and I started to cry as the rush of adhrenalyn subsided in my veins. It wasn't from the physical pain of the roadrash on my shoulder, I was crying because I was in a total state of fear that Eric would say that being friends with a faggot was too risky, and it might be better if I just stayed away from him.

Eric was one of my "special" friends, and I had three others like him. straight boys who would be my friend as long as nobody found out. Each of them would reward me from time to time when they where between girlfriends, or had one that was on the rag. But Eric was different.......he was unlike the others by the way he touched me while I was doing it, and the sounds that he made while my head was down there in his lap. 

I was sitting at a bus stop across the street from the mall when he pulled up and told me to get in. I did and he took off and told my to just lay down on the seat until we got on the freeway. He never asked me if I was okay and I remember feeling sick to my stomach because after all that had happed, and after the things that I heard him say about me, I was getting sexually aroused by having my face so close to his lap. It had been a few weeks since I sucked his dick, and out of the 10 times total that I had done that, I always had to talk him into it.

At least that's the way he made it seem. He'd start off with a flat out "NO ! - That's fucking gay!" and after about five minutes of me discribing some new technique that I had learned, where I'd twist my mouth from side-to-side as my lips would slide up and down a hard dick, and how I learned this new thing I do with the tip of my tongue on the bottom side of a dick head while I sucked really hard.

But this time I said nothing. Did I want to suck his cock? Yes! - It didn't matter that he had me jump out of his moving truck, or that he called me a faggot to his buddies. I was a faggot, I liked sucking cock, and I just hoped that he'd still want me to do it so the night wouldn't be a total waste.

But deep down in side, the beginnings of what felt like self respect began to flicker. I remember thinking that if he wanted it, he'd have to ask for it, and ask nicely. I could tell by the lights going by that we where already on the freeway. 

"Fuck! - that was close." Eric said.

"Yeah it was!" I said and started to get up from lying across the seat.

"No! - Stay down until we get a little further away!" He said and pushed my head back down. Except this time he pushed it down directly into the center of his lap and held it there. I could feel the soft bulge of his penis on my cheek. 

"Man, I'm beat. I ran all the way to that bus stop." I said, and at the same time, I rolled completely over so that my other cheek was now on his dick and my face was towards his belly. He kept the conversation going because I could tell the the movement of my lips as I talked was making his dick get hard. I also knew he could feel my warm breath through the thin material of his nylon shorts.

I felt like such a little whore. After all that I had been through tonight, The desire to have his hard penis in my mouth was overwhelming. It wasn't the actual act of sucking his cock that I liked. It wasn't the taste of his semen as he ejaculated in my mouth. It was the sounds that he made, the pleasure that he got from what I was doing to him. I made him feel good, and that made me feel needed, wanted........ ya know?...... special.

At that point in my like, I needed nothing more then to feel wanted by somebody, and Eric came closest to making me feel that way. The other guys would just pull thier dicks out of the opening of thier boxes and never made a sound. Not even a simple "Thank you" or "That was good" - Nothing! 

Eric, on the other hand, was different. He was so gentle, and touched me by rubbing the back of my neck, or gently placing a hand on my shoulder as I was down there making him feel better then anyone else in the world. He would say the most wonderful things to me in the heat of passion that often would bring a tear to my eye, and the one thing that stands out the most was when he said that he wished that we where the only two people left on earth. He'd never said why, and he didn't have to. I knew why, because I often whished the very same thing. 

What I hated most about Eric was his obsessive need to play silly little word games before we could get down to what I was sure we both liked and wanted. But it would always be me that made it happen. It was always because I was a faggot, and liked to suck cock. He was the friend who saw the faggots need and did him a favor out of the kindness of his heart by letting me use his cock to get my perverted jolly's - And I did. So tonight, just like all of the other times. Eric made me weak, because I was so in............well, because I just wanted to please him at any cost, and that included my dignity and self respect. So the silly word games began....

"You're not wearing and underwear, are you Eric?" 

"How can you tell that?" He replied.

"Because I can smell your cock." I said.

"I took a shower." He said.

"No! - I didn't mean that it smells as in it stinks, I mean it smells good, like soap." I said.

"Oh! - well that's good I guess." He said.

"I didn't smell it at first, but now that your dick is so hot and hard, I can smell it and your balls too" I said.

"Yeah, well. Don't go getting any ideas Jake. It's just hard because you've been rubbing your face on it."

"Oh! sorry about that. I better get up before you cum all over the inside of your shorts."

"No - don't get up yet, and you better not make me cum in these shorts, I just got them." He said.

"Well, it's kind of hard for me to stay still with a hard dick in my face. Just let me get up then." I said.

"No! - not yet, just stop rubbing your face on my dick! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Why can't I get up, your dick feels so hard. I don't want to to accidentally cum in you shorts." I said.

"Put your mouth on it then, but don't suck, just keep your mouth there incase I cum." He said.

Okay, so I've never been one to have to be told something twice, and I've never been one for following directions. I had to pull the band of his nylon shorts up, and out over his hardness, and didn't stop pulling until the shorts where down by the gas peddle. He let off the gas peddle long enough for me to pull them completely off of him. 

Now I had him just where I wanted him. He was totally naked from the waste down and I covered the tip of his hard cock with my mouth. I slowly slid my mouth down until my lips where burried into his bush of dark brown pubic hairs. His balls where already pulled up tight against his scrotum. 

"Shit Jake! you don't have to swallow my entire dick, just cover the tip." He said.

I pulled my mouth away from his cock and told him that he didn't even have his shorts on anymore, so he didn't have to worry about cumming on them. I then moved my head away from his lap to and left him there with his hard cock sticking straight up in the air. I could tell that he was at a loss for words. This was unlike me to pull my mouth away from his cock one I had been granted access.

"What's worng with you Jake?" 

"What do you mean?" I said.

"You know what I mean?" He said.

And I did know what he meant. For the first time he admitted that it was a little game we played that always ended up with him getting his dick sucked. Well, I was tired of playing that game, and if it meant that I didn't suck his dick tonight, or ever again, then that's the way it was going to be.

"I love sucking your dick Eric and you know it because I've told you how much I like it. But it always seems that your doing me some sort of favor after I have to talk you into it. Would it kill you to tell me that you like it? - That what I do to you fells as good as you make it sound?" I said.

"I'm afraid too" Eric said.

"Why Eric - What are you afraid of?" I asked.

"I can't tell you. So just hand me my shorts." He said.

I got up from his lap and he put his shorts on as he drove. We didn't speak a word to each other the rest of the way home. He didn't seem mad, he just seemed deep in thought. I was sort of pissed at myself because I really loved sucking his cock and thought I had blown or arragement for good. 

He drove right passed my house and pulled into his driveway. I guess I was supposed to walk the 50 yards back to my house, and that's just what I started to do after I said goodnight.

"Wait! - Jake, Hang on! - Come on in for a second. I want to show you something." He said.

We walked onto his house and I followed him back to his bedroom. I hadn't stepped foot into his house since the rumors about me started almost a year ago. I remember playing Atari in that room when we where kids and it hurt me when he cut me out of his public life a year ago.