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Firsts - 1. Jacob

Two things happen when Jacob enters secondary school. One is that he makes friends with Oliver, the scrawny, curly-haired, ginger, blue-eyed, specky little shit he always used to ignore in favour of the bigger, stronger boys who all seem to have been sent to independent schools rather than the local comprehensive. The other is that, because this is the local comprehensive, and girls aren’t properly cool unless they’ve had at least one fucking abortion by the age of fifteen, they start all the pupils on sexual education early.

About a month into the first term, a teacher sits them down and shows them videos about sexual intercourse, STIs, proper condom use and even one about sexual orientation, just so no one’s left behind. All the videos meet with disgusted noises, but the sexual orientation one is met with wild protests from some of the dumber bullies in the class.

Jacob sits calmly through them all. He finds human sexuality fascinating in its own way, though he honestly doesn’t really get the point of any of it. He notes, however, that Oliver is sitting glued to his seat, wide-eyed and slightly red-faced, lips gently parted, while the anatomy of a penis is described and explained in detail on the screen.

Oliver and Jacob have an arrangement. Oliver nicks cigarettes from his dad and gives to Jacob (whose parents both quit smoking when he got asthma, and the irony there is simply astounding in Jacob’s opinion), and Jacob makes sure Oliver doesn’t get his glasses smashed or his head shoved down a toilet. At the tender age of twelve, Jacob is a pint-sized, psychotic fighting machine, stronger than he looks and constantly getting into trouble. The older boys could easily take him, but as with most bullies, they don’t see that it’s worth it to try and bully someone who fights back, with both blunt fists and sharp tongue.

It’s almost December when Oliver is finally confident enough in their friendship to one day, while Jacob is smoking a fag behind the school, ask for his help.

‘Jacob?’

‘Mhm?’ Jacob cocks his head to one side. Oliver looks very nervous, fidgeting where he stands, eyes cast down. ‘Spit it out, then,’ Jacob tells him impatiently.

‘I’ve been thinking and I—I think I might be . . .’ Oliver trails off, scratching his head and frowning, shifting his weight back and forth between his left and his right foot. He’s blushing furiously.

‘Yeah?’ Jacob prompts.

‘I think I might be gay,’ Oliver blurts, looking suddenly terrified. ‘I—I mean—’

‘All right,’ says Jacob simply. ‘So?’

Oliver blinks a couple of times. Then he smiles uncertainly. ‘That doesn’t . . . You don’t think that’s, like, weird? Or . . .’

‘No.’ Jacob shrugs and drops the end of his cigarette on the ground, stomping it out with his foot. He sticks his hands in his pockets and looks at Oliver. ‘Don’t really get why you’re telling me, though.’

‘I just . . . I dunno, it’s just that, I’m not really sure. I think I might be, but I don’t know how I’d know, and . . . Can you help me find out?’

Jacob considers this for a moment. He’s not really sure what he can do to help, but in the end he shrugs and says, ‘Sure.’

Oliver’s smile is genuine and full of gratitude, and if Jacob was another kind of boy he might have found it sweet or endearing. As it is he just smiles back as best he can.

‘Can I . . . Do you think I could try and kiss you?’ Oliver asks, very quietly.

‘No,’ says Jacob at once. ‘No, I don’t think so. I’m not really into that.’

Oliver looks disappointed and a little embarrassed, face red again. ‘Oh,’ he says in a tiny voice.

‘But don’t worry,’ Jacob assures him, putting a hand on his shoulder. ‘I’ll find a way to help you figure this out, yeah? I’ll do some research. I said I’d help you.’

Oliver smiles. He’s taller than Jacob, which isn’t a massive feat, but he’s always seemed smaller. ‘Okay. Thanks, Jacob.’

 

* * *

 

It’s lucky that Jacob pays attention in computer class. When he gets home that day, and finds that he is home alone, he turns on his mother’s PC and ventures out onto the Internet. His search engine prowess is unmatched among his peers, but this particular challenge proves difficult, even for him. The first thing he learns is that the Internet can be a very interesting place. He prints out a few of the images he finds, taking great care to hide them under his mattress later. They do nothing for him, but they might be able to help Oliver.

Then he reads. He reads everything he can find to read about gay sex, how it works, what they do, how it’s different from straight sex, and the word that stays with him is ‘prostate’.

As the precocious little shit that he is, it’s absolutely clear to Jacob what he has to do.

Oliver’s parents both work late, so the following day Jacob goes home with him after school. They stop at the supermarket on the way. Cucumbers seem far too big for what Jacob has in mind, as do carrots. He settles for a pack of medium sized breakfast sausages. They will do nicely.

When they reach Oliver’s house, they park themselves in the front room with the curtains drawn.

‘Okay,’ says Jacob, pulling the pack of sausages out of his rucksack. ‘So here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna put a sausage in your bum.’

Oliver stares at him, his face a mask of shock and incredulity. ‘What?’ he blurts. ‘No fucking way, man! No! I—I won’t do that!’

‘It’s the best way to figure out if you’re gay, cause that’s how gay people have sex!’ Jacob argues.

‘What, by shoving sausages up their bums?’

‘No, no!’ Jacob waves his hand dismissively. ‘Don’t be such a silly twat! No, they put their dicks in each other’s bums. See?’ He pulls one of the printed photos out of his rucksack and shows it to Oliver. Oliver blushes and splutters and stares in horror at the photo.

‘Come on!’ Jacob prompts him. ‘Do you wanna find out if you’re gay or not?’

‘Course I do! But . . .’ Oliver trails off. He hands the photo back to Jacob, still red to the tips of his ears. ‘Okay. But if I’m doing this, you have to do it too!’

Jacob narrows his eyes. He doesn’t find the concept of sticking a sausage up his arse especially appealing, but then again, this is a scientific experiment. Perhaps he really must make sacrifices. For science. ‘All right,’ he says at last. ‘I’ll do it too.’

The first thing they discover is that trying to insert something into one’s arse is rather unpleasant and not especially comfortable. There’s no good way of doing it, and no way of looking dignified while you try.

The second thing they discover is that breakfast sausages aren’t especially solid, and after only a couple of tries, they begin to crumble. When they are left with only two sausages, Jacob is forced to admit that they need a new strategy.

‘Okay, I know what we’ll do,’ he says after a moment’s pause for thought. ‘We’ll put them in the freezer for a while, so they get harder.’

They play video games for the hour it takes for the two remaining sausages to freeze. Then they try again.

Jacob remembers far too late what happens when you lick a fence post in winter. They each manage to push their sausage in half an inch or so before it won’t move any further, and Oliver whimpers with pain. The sausages are stuck, frozen in place, and they won’t budge without causing terrible agony.

‘Shit, shit, shit, ow!’ Oliver whines. ‘What do we do?’ He looks panicked.

‘We have to find some way to thaw them!’ Jacob looks towards the fireplace. ‘Yes! We’ll light a fire and thaw them out! Or in, depending . . .’

‘I’m not allowed to light fires when no one’s home!’ Oliver protests.

‘What, you’d rather have a sausage stuck up your arse when your mum gets back?’ Jacob shoots back.

Jacob’s sister Elinor, who was a Brownie Guide when she was younger (Jacob himself was kicked out of the Beaver Scouts within a month of joining for aggressive behaviour and questioning authority), has taught him how to build a fire, and he does so now, quickly and efficiently. Before the flames have time to get going properly, though, Oliver stumbles and falls backwards and lands on his bare bottom, pushing the sausage inside.

He howls with pain as the frozen-in-place sausage tears free, and Jacob is there in seconds, rolling him over and trying to get the fucking thing out again.

It’s disappeared, and when Jacob, in utter panic and against any kind of judgement tries to get his fingers in there to pull it out, Oliver yelps and the sausage only seems to go deeper. ‘Ow, stop! That hurts!’ Oliver whimpers.

‘Just . . . Just get up on your hands and knees, and try to relax! I have to be able to get it out somehow . . .’

There’s a key in the lock to the front door and they both freeze, eyes wide in trepidation.

There’s no time to get to Oliver’s room. No time to get anywhere at all, really. The bathroom is upstairs.

‘Quick!’ Oliver hisses, gathering up his trousers and pants from the floor and pulling a blanket off the armrest of the couch. ‘Get under here!’

It’s a large blanket, and they pull it over their exposed legs and discarded clothes, covering everything from the waist down, and sit in front of the fireplace, in which a merry fire is now crackling. They pull Jacob’s rucksack over, hiding the gay photo printout deep in its depths, and pretend to do homework as Oliver’s mother pokes her head into the front room and sees them.

‘Oh! Hello, Jacob.’ She looks at the fireplace and frowns. ‘Ollie, what have I told you about the fireplace?’

‘I’m sorry, Mrs. Jones,’ says Jacob. ‘It’s my fault. I was really cold so I lit a fire. Oliver told me not to.’ He tries his best to look ashamed. It seems to work.

‘Well, I may have to speak to your mother about that,’ Mrs. Jones informs him, but she doesn’t sound very angry. ‘Do you boys need any help?’

‘No, mum, we’re fine,’ Oliver mumbles. His face is very red. His mother does not seem to notice. Instead, she comes into the room and sits down in the sofa to read the evening paper.

‘Shit,’ Jacob murmurs under his breath. ‘Can’t you make her go away?’

‘How?’ Oliver is panting slightly, eyes darting back and forth. ‘Jacob, it feels weird. It feels—’ His eyes widen and he looks down. Jacob looks down as well and discovers that something is making a tent of the blanket between Oliver’s legs.

‘Oliver, how can you be hard now?’ Jacob hisses through gritted teeth. ‘Get rid of it!’

‘And how do you suggest I do that?’

‘The usual way, you wanker!’ Jacob retorts.

‘What if she notices?’

‘What’s the big deal? Guys wank off all the time!’ Jacob’s own mother has walked in on him loads of times. It’s never really been an issue. He should start putting up a sign, really, as that will be far less awkward. Do not disturb! Wanking in progress!

‘Yeah, but . . .’ Oliver bites his lip and pushes his glasses up his nose, pretending to be deeply interested in geometry. ‘Okay, but you have to do it too!’

‘What? Why!’

‘I am not going down alone! This was your stupid idea!’

‘She’ll think I’m gay too!’

‘Good!’

Jacob sighs. In his twelve-year-old mind, there’s nothing else to it. They need to get rid of Oliver’s problem if they’re going to get out of this. They both reach under the blanket and try to get themselves off.

Jacob has little reaction, as he knew he would, but Oliver seems to be doing well. When his breathing becomes laboured, however, his mother looks over at him and asks, ‘Ollie, what are you doing?’

‘Nothing, mum!’ Oliver insists, voice slightly higher than normal. ‘Just geometry!’ He bites his lip and breathes through his nose. It doesn’t make his breathing any quieter.

‘Jesus wept, Oliver, will you pack it in?’ Jacob whispers. ‘She’s gonna figure it out!’

Then, for a glorious moment, it seems like they’re about to get a break. Oliver’s mother gets up, and heads for the doorway, but then she trips over the blanket, and several things happen at once.

The blanket comes loose, revealing two twelve-year-olds with no trousers on, grasping their own dicks, and one very squashed sausage between Jacob’s legs.

Oliver ejaculates.

The end of the blanket lands in the fireplace, and it goes up in flame.

Right then, the fire feels like the least of their worries.

 

* * *

 

When Jacob’s mum shows up at A&E half an hour later, her son’s penis is bandaged and he’s holding an ice pack to it. The burn is only minor. Oliver is still in with the doctor, getting a by now entirely thawed sausage removed from his rectum. Mr. Jones is with him, while Mrs. Jones is keeping Jacob company in the adjoining examination room.

She explains to Jacob’s mum what’s happened, and to Jacob’s deep humiliation the two women laugh at them.

Jacob supposes, even as his ears burn and he thinks that he will never touch himself again for as long as he lives (a promise he’ll only manage to keep until next Tuesday when he wakes up with a stiffy for unknown reasons), that laughter is the best reaction he could have hoped for.

 

* * *

 

There are some things that two boys cannot experience together without growing closer (or, alternately, killing each other), and being caught with sausages up their arses wanking under a blanket is one of those. The two count themselves lucky that their parents don’t decide to separate them after their brief encounter with destruction, and business continues as usual. Well, mostly as usual. Sometimes, Oliver stares at Jacob when he doesn’t think that Jacob notices. Sometimes, he looks at Jacob while he speaks but doesn’t seem to hear a word he says, eyes fixed to his moving lips. They never talk about whether or not Oliver is gay. They don’t really need to.

It isn’t until a year later that Jacob finally lets Oliver kiss him.

Oliver’s staying over. They’re on Jacob’s bed, reading comic books, and Oliver suddenly puts his away, rolls over to face Jacob and stares at him until he feels compelled to put down his Spiderman and meet his best friend’s blue-eyed gaze.

‘Yes?’ Jacob asks pointedly. ‘Is there something you want?’

Oliver sighs heavily and frowns, a thoughtful look on his face. ‘Have you ever kissed anyone?’ he asks at last.

Jacob raises an eyebrow at him. ‘Do you really think I would kiss someone and not tell you about it?’ He doesn’t ask if Oliver’s kissed anyone. He knows full well that he hasn’t. They look at each other for a really long time, and then Jacob rolls his eyes. ‘Do you wanna kiss me, Ollie?’

Oliver blushes deep crimson and looks away. Then he glances at Jacob through transparent eyelashes. ‘Maybe?’ he mumbles.

Jacob sighs. He doesn’t much want to kiss Oliver. He doesn’t much want to kiss anyone. He doesn’t get the point of kissing, doesn’t get the point of sex (at least not with anyone but his right hand), and definitely doesn’t get the point of relationships. In spite of all this, he says, ‘Go on, then. Get it over with.’

Oliver licks his lips and scoots a little closer. Jacob wonders about changing his mind, but now Oliver’s warm breath is on his face and his blue eyes are wide and Jacob can see his pulse racing in his neck. Then Oliver takes his glasses off, shuts his eyes and moves in for the kill.

His lips are soft, softer than Jacob would like, and he kisses hesitantly, almost robotically. It’s airy, and there’s no substance to it, and Jacob grunts in frustration and grabs Oliver by the back of the neck, kissing him back, hard, in an attempt to make this stupid exercise make some kind of sense. He sticks his tongue inside Oliver’s mouth, and Oliver actually whimpers.

Oliver mimics Jacob’s movements and grabs him by the back of the neck as well. Then he slides his fingers into his hair and pulls, and something suddenly happens. It takes Jacob so much by surprise that he stops moving his lips and his tongue, stops doing anything at all, because suddenly he feels something.

When Oliver realises that Jacob has stopped responding, he stops kissing him and lets go, staring at him in wide-eyed confusion. ‘What’s wrong? I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—’

‘No,’ Jacob interrupts him. ‘No, it’s not . . . Do you think you could—that thing, with the hair, do you think you could do that again?’

‘You mean . . . Pull your hair? You want me to pull your hair?’

Jacob nods vigorously. ‘Yeah,’ he breathes. ‘If—Yeah. I’d like that.’ He feels his cheeks flush.

Oliver does as he’s told, pulling at Jacob’s hair and kissing him again, harder this time, and Jacob is actually breathless the next time they come up for air—so much so that he has to stop to consider whether he needs his inhaler. He doesn’t.

He looks at Oliver, who is grinning now, looking smug in spite of his blue rubber band braces, and for the first time in his life, Jacob gets the point of kissing.

‘Can we do that more?’ Oliver asks him.

Jacob nods, slowly, smiling back. ‘Yeah, go on.’

 

* * *

 

Oliver is not the first person Jacob sucks off. That honour goes to Michael MacKenzie, who is seventeen and buff and rides a motorcycle. They have mutual friends, and are smoking behind the supermarket one night when Jacob is nearly fifteen. As the rest of the group go their separate ways, only Jacob and Michael remain, chatting idly about nothing very much and moving steadily closer to one another. Michael gives Jacob a light. Jacob puts his hand over Michael’s and doesn’t let go when the fag is lit, holding eye contact until Michael finally looks away, muttering something vague about the weather. Then Jacob kisses him.

They hide behind a dumpster, and Jacob enjoys the feeling of Michael’s large hands in his hair. He refuses Michael’s offer of reciprocation, hops on his bicycle and goes home. He and Michael won’t speak again until years later when they will have an ill advised one night stand. The fantasy is better than the reality will be.

 

* * *

 

Jacob and Elinor usually go to their father, who lives in a cottage a good hour outside town, together every other weekend, but one weekend every other month Jacob goes on his own, to spend ‘guy time’ with his dad. This usually involves doing much the same stuff they do when Elinor is with them (fishing, playing with the dogs, hiking). One such weekend in April when Jacob is fifteen, however, Jacob’s dad is called away for an emergency environmental survey in Wales. He asks if Jacob would like to come with him, but Jacob declines. It’s nice to have a whole house to himself for once.

When his father is gone, he calls Oliver, who takes the hour long bus ride out. An empty house is a rare opportunity—one too good to be wasted. While he waits, Jacob showers and gets everything ready. It’s a testament to his low opinion of his best friend—or is it boyfriend now?—that, even after nearly four years of friendship, he still doesn’t trust him to know what he’s doing.

Oliver’s been here many times before, and makes his own way to the cottage. The bus stop is only ten minutes away. Jacob greets him at the door in nothing but pyjama bottoms, and Oliver blushes furiously. Jacob’s hair is still wet from his shower.

He gets straight down to it. ’So, I was thinking we might try and fuck.’

Oliver stares at him for a moment. Then he bursts out laughing. ‘I’m trying to think of a way that could have been less romantic, and it’s just not coming!’

Jacob purses his lips. ‘Stop being such a fucking girl! I mean it.’

The other boy abruptly stops laughing and pushes his glasses up his nose. ‘What, you’re really serious?’ He wets his lips with his tongue. ‘You . . . You actually wanna have sex?’

They’ve been close to it several times, but so far they haven’t gone any further than giving each other hand-jobs, except on one memorable occasion where Jacob tried out on Oliver what he did to Michael that time behind the dumpster, to great success. Usually, Oliver’s the one who pushes for it, and Jacob is the one who says no.

‘Bedroom,’ Jacob tells him.

He’s got condoms and vaseline. They’re both virgins, but that’s no reason not to be careful, Jacob reasons. Besides, if the Internet is telling him the truth, without a condom Oliver is likely to come before they even have time to get started properly, and what will be the fun in that?

Jacob takes off his pyjama bottoms and lies back on the bed, stark naked and propped up on his elbows. He raises his chin and fixes his eyes on Oliver, issuing a non-verbal challenge. Oliver takes off his glasses and his jumper and t-shirt, leaving his jeans on and crawling up on the bed. He’s on hands and knees above Jacob, blue eyes flickering between Jacob’s eyes and curved lips. Then he grabs Jacob by the hair and kisses him.

He’s gotten better at this. Harder and firmer. His tongue is more insisting, his hands now larger and stronger and more capable of the things that get Jacob going. Pulling his hair, squeezing his arm, pinching, pushing, holding him down.

If Jacob were more idealistic and less pragmatic, and if he examined and analysed himself as thoroughly as he does the world around him, he would think that this is really fucked up. That getting turned on is a real fucking insane response to physical pain. But he’s not, and he doesn’t, and when Oliver bites his neck and pinches his nipple, the way Jacob has taught him, Jacob’s cock springs to attention.

He tries to guide Oliver through it, which is easier said than done since his own knowledge is mostly theoretical. It’s messy and very awkward (‘No, you need more vaseline. Careful! Hang on . . . Yeah, like that, just, wait—’), but finally Oliver is naked too, and Jacob is prepped, and Oliver’s condom-clad dick is poised at Jacob’s entrance. His wide blue eyes search Jacob’s face as if asking for permission.

‘What are you fucking waiting for, you ponce?’ Jacob snaps. ‘Get on with it!’

Oliver does. He swears loudly as he pushes inside (Oliver isn’t half as liberal with his language as Jacob, so when he swears it’s generally with good reason), and Jacob hisses in pain.

‘You all right?’ Oliver asks him frantically.

‘Yeah, keep going!’ Jacob grabs hold of his cock and begins to stroke himself slowly. ‘Fuck!’ he groans through gritted teeth.

In the end, neither of them lasts very long, and when Jacob comes, Oliver’s thrusts get really fucking painful (beyond what Jacob finds enjoyable) and Jacob holds his breath. Thankfully, Oliver doesn’t last more than a couple of seconds after that and pulls out almost at once.

They lie side by side, dazed but mostly sated. It wasn’t great, Jacob reflects. Mostly, it felt weird. But it hurt really nicely. He touches his fingers to his sore arsehole and discovers that he’s bleeding slightly. ‘Fuck. I’m gonna have a shower. You wanna come too?’

Oliver nods. ‘Yeah, okay.’

After cleaning themselves up, they dress in pyjamas and sit on Jacob’s bed in awkward silence. Oliver wants to hold his hand. Jacob tells him to fuck off. Then they play video games for the rest of the day until Jacob’s dad comes home.

About ten years from now, Oliver will tell Jacob in the kitchen of a friend’s house during the pre-drinks for a stag night that he was the shittest boyfriend ever. Words cannot express how few fucks Jacob will give about that. Later that night, they’ll shag one last time and then never speak to each other again.

So, there you have it. Jacob's sordid past. Did you like it? Leave a review and tell me! Did you hate it? Leave a review and tell me why!
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So Thorne, I'll take the plunge. I found it amusing that your story had so many views, and no reviews. Makes me think the readers are curious, but were scared to leave a review. It is pretty graphic in places, and the language can put some off. But just reading it, overlooking some of the pretty tough language, I found nothing wrong with the story. Jacob is a total douchebag, and poor Oliver was at the brunt of all his crap, even if Jacob did submit to kissing and sex finally.

Gotta tell you tho, the fireplace thing made me fall out laughing. I could kind of see why the parents had to laugh. What else could you do? If they had punished the boys, and kept them apart, they would've had to explain why to friends :o:P I certainly wouldn't want to relate the story to anyone that wasn't there to witness it or the aftermath. :funny: Just a word of caution. I know you believe in writing what you feel, but you're a good writer, and this story shows you that some readers can't stomach a lot of the "f" word, and verbal abuse that Jacob piled on. The sausage deal was not that big a deal. It was funny as hell to me, and I'm sure others found it amusing.

I'm just being honest with you in my review. You seemed concerned that there wasn't anyone reading. I think it was just read, not well received by some, but many read and just don't take the time to review. The anthos are a prime example of that. If you check out the reviews compared the the views, there's a huge difference.

If you want my :read: opinion about the story in more detail, pm me. Otherwise, I'll leave it as is. It's your story, after all, and you know I think you're a great writer.

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On 09/18/2013 07:32 AM, joann414 said:
So Thorne, I'll take the plunge. I found it amusing that your story had so many views, and no reviews. Makes me think the readers are curious, but were scared to leave a review. It is pretty graphic in places, and the language can put some off. But just reading it, overlooking some of the pretty tough language, I found nothing wrong with the story. Jacob is a total douchebag, and poor Oliver was at the brunt of all his crap, even if Jacob did submit to kissing and sex finally.

Gotta tell you tho, the fireplace thing made me fall out laughing. I could kind of see why the parents had to laugh. What else could you do? If they had punished the boys, and kept them apart, they would've had to explain why to friends :o:P I certainly wouldn't want to relate the story to anyone that wasn't there to witness it or the aftermath. :funny: Just a word of caution. I know you believe in writing what you feel, but you're a good writer, and this story shows you that some readers can't stomach a lot of the "f" word, and verbal abuse that Jacob piled on. The sausage deal was not that big a deal. It was funny as hell to me, and I'm sure others found it amusing.

I'm just being honest with you in my review. You seemed concerned that there wasn't anyone reading. I think it was just read, not well received by some, but many read and just don't take the time to review. The anthos are a prime example of that. If you check out the reviews compared the the views, there's a huge difference.

If you want my :read: opinion about the story in more detail, pm me. Otherwise, I'll leave it as is. It's your story, after all, and you know I think you're a great writer.

It's interesting, because my other stories about Jacob were generally quite well received, in spite of the language. I wonder what it is that makes this one different? Because it has a lot less swearing in it than the others. Is it perhaps because there are kids swearing here? I know there are a lot of cultural differences, but I swore when I was 12, and my friends did too. It was exciting and forbidden and something we did when no adults could hear us.

 

The only other thing I can imagine is that people are made uncomfortable by the idea of preteen kids having a sexuality. In which case, that's a bit sad, because they do. It's not like we hit 13 and SUDDENLY we develop sexual feelings overnight. Children's feelings are also very real.

 

Thank you so much for reviewing! :hug:

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Pre-teen sex is a fact of life, yeah. It's a part of exploration and whatnot... The f*bombs tho are a little interesting...

An example would be that line toward the end of the first paragraph... I think the picture would've been clear enough if it was left out. Painting a pic of students needing an abortion by the age of 15 is vivid and intriguing enough... Adding the f* bomb threw me off and made me want to skim thru a bit...

The way you moved from scene to scene is good though. And I did laugh... A little later than the previous reviewer's... I laughed at the hospital scene (as one who used to work as a hospital administrator)...

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On 09/27/2013 04:10 PM, JBLuv78 said:
Pre-teen sex is a fact of life, yeah. It's a part of exploration and whatnot... The f*bombs tho are a little interesting...

An example would be that line toward the end of the first paragraph... I think the picture would've been clear enough if it was left out. Painting a pic of students needing an abortion by the age of 15 is vivid and intriguing enough... Adding the f* bomb threw me off and made me want to skim thru a bit...

The way you moved from scene to scene is good though. And I did laugh... A little later than the previous reviewer's... I laughed at the hospital scene (as one who used to work as a hospital administrator)...

I'm glad it made you laugh. :) I shan't apologise for the swearing, as I state clearly in more places than one that this story (and indeed this entire series of stories) contains gratuitous amounts of it, but thank you so much for taking the time to review and let me know what you thought. :)
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It took me like ages, but here I am. Though I wasn't supposed to feel shocked reading Jacob's past, knowing his "don't give a damn" attitude, I sorta expected something nicer. Now I'm gonna peek into Marcus'.

Thanks for sharing his past.

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On 09/27/2013 05:06 PM, nostic said:
It took me like ages, but here I am. Though I wasn't supposed to feel shocked reading Jacob's past, knowing his "don't give a damn" attitude, I sorta expected something nicer. Now I'm gonna peek into Marcus'.

Thanks for sharing his past.

Never expect 'nice' when it comes to these two, my dear. ;) Thanks for reading, and for reviewing! <3
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I don't know why I didn't see this when it was first posted. Oh yeah, I think the 17th was the day I moved and had no internet. That's my excuse and I'm sticking with it. lol

 

I am totally NOT put off by all the swearing. I remember my best friend saying 'fuck' for the first time when we were twelve. I guess she found it dirty and taboo and whatnot. I wasn't too thrilled. Not that I was a prude or anything, but I guess I didn't see the reason for it.

 

But now it's years later (not too many, lol, you see by my profile I am only twenty-five, after all. lol), and the f-word comes out of my mouth very frequently. But only when I'm pissed. You should have heard me when the movers left and I realized that they piled all my heavy boxes in my 6x8 kitchen and I couldn't get to the fridge or the sink! I don't think my kid heard me say 'fuck' so many times in a row. lol

 

So Jacob cursing didn't really faze me. Especially when I knew how his language was when he was older. He had to start somewhere, right?

 

I was with Jo Ann with the whole jerking off, sausage in ass, blanket lighting on fire debacle! I was laughing my ass off, almost fell outta my chair. lol Omg, then Jacob gets his dick bandaged in the hospital! And Ollie gets the now-defrosted sausage out of his ass piece by piece. Shit, how embarrassing is that? lol

 

I was saddened though when I read that ten years later they would screw one more time and never speak to each other again. I think that's so sad.

 

Ok, on to Marcus' past. Great job, Thorn! :2thumbs:

 

You know, I was just thinking and trying to figure out why readers are so put off by kids cursing. My kids do it all the time. I'll hear them on the phone to their friends, f'ing this and that f''ing that, etc. I guess it just goes in one ear and out the other. All the kids do it. All their friends do it. Not that that means it's right, but seriously, they could be doing a lot worse things than cursing. After all, they are just words. After awhile, they don't mean anything; it's just a way to get out your frustration over a situation, or a way to describe something. lol It loses it's meaning after awhile.

 

And plus I just spent a long time (can't tell you how long since I am only twenty-five you know. hehe), with my ex who used me (and still does), as a scapegoat whenever he's pissed. So reading about Jacob talking nastily to Ollie really didn't faze me either, because I'm so used to be talked to like that. Well, not that the ex ever called me names, he didn't do that, but I could relate to the tone of voice Jacob must have used on Ollie. :(

 

Ok, enough rambling! On to Marcus' past. :)

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On 09/29/2013 11:56 AM, Lisa said:
I don't know why I didn't see this when it was first posted. Oh yeah, I think the 17th was the day I moved and had no internet. That's my excuse and I'm sticking with it. lol

 

I am totally NOT put off by all the swearing. I remember my best friend saying 'fuck' for the first time when we were twelve. I guess she found it dirty and taboo and whatnot. I wasn't too thrilled. Not that I was a prude or anything, but I guess I didn't see the reason for it.

 

But now it's years later (not too many, lol, you see by my profile I am only twenty-five, after all. lol), and the f-word comes out of my mouth very frequently. But only when I'm pissed. You should have heard me when the movers left and I realized that they piled all my heavy boxes in my 6x8 kitchen and I couldn't get to the fridge or the sink! I don't think my kid heard me say 'fuck' so many times in a row. lol

 

So Jacob cursing didn't really faze me. Especially when I knew how his language was when he was older. He had to start somewhere, right?

 

I was with Jo Ann with the whole jerking off, sausage in ass, blanket lighting on fire debacle! I was laughing my ass off, almost fell outta my chair. lol Omg, then Jacob gets his dick bandaged in the hospital! And Ollie gets the now-defrosted sausage out of his ass piece by piece. Shit, how embarrassing is that? lol

 

I was saddened though when I read that ten years later they would screw one more time and never speak to each other again. I think that's so sad.

 

Ok, on to Marcus' past. Great job, Thorn! :2thumbs:

 

You know, I was just thinking and trying to figure out why readers are so put off by kids cursing. My kids do it all the time. I'll hear them on the phone to their friends, f'ing this and that f''ing that, etc. I guess it just goes in one ear and out the other. All the kids do it. All their friends do it. Not that that means it's right, but seriously, they could be doing a lot worse things than cursing. After all, they are just words. After awhile, they don't mean anything; it's just a way to get out your frustration over a situation, or a way to describe something. lol It loses it's meaning after awhile.

 

And plus I just spent a long time (can't tell you how long since I am only twenty-five you know. hehe), with my ex who used me (and still does), as a scapegoat whenever he's pissed. So reading about Jacob talking nastily to Ollie really didn't faze me either, because I'm so used to be talked to like that. Well, not that the ex ever called me names, he didn't do that, but I could relate to the tone of voice Jacob must have used on Ollie. :(

 

Ok, enough rambling! On to Marcus' past. :)

*flails* I mean, literally, I just did the biggest flail ever, like a Kermit flail, because this review made me so insanely happy. I've been having a bitch of a week. Month. Few months, really, but it all kind of culminated yesterday and today I could barely get out of bed, but now it feels like all that hardly even matters anymore because you took the time to write me this and it's the best thing ever!

 

I think you're a very pragmatic and reasonable mother. They really are just words. And sometimes it's appropriate to use them, and sometimes it's really not and the trick is knowing the difference. My mum had to have this talk with me when I was about fifteen and swore in front of her, and she said, 'You know, it's fine that you talk that way when you're with your friends, but when you're around adults you should try not to.' Of course, now we more or less compete over who can say the dirtiest words, especially after a few glasses of wine, and discuss the etymology of sexual slang in no less than three languages. I love my mother. :P

 

Poor Ollie got the short end of the stick, definitely. Jacob was never very nice to him. But then again, Ollie could never keep up with Jacob either. They're just too different. Jacob and Ollie went on and off for a few years, until they both went off to uni (Ollie is dead brainy, so he went to some fancy, old university, possibly Cambridge, while Jacob had to make do with the local red brick, not cause he's not smart, but he was lazy in school), and Ollie is mentioned in Soft, as a one time on-off boyfriend Jacob has coffee with. Ollie tried to change Jacob's mind for a long time, but in the end he wised up and realised that they just weren't compatible and never really could be. Maybe I'll write Ollie's story, too, some day, for shits and giggles. :)

 

Again, thank you so, so much for this, you've made my day in every day possible! You're wonderful! :wub::hug::kiss:

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A lot of fun can be had when learning about a persons past, this was very fun but also quite informative.

 

Jacob learns that he likes his sexual play rough early on in his life. We learn additionally that he pays attention in school, is inquisitive and he is very aware of the people around him. These are traits that we notice later in his life when we read about it.

 

Then you go and throw sausages at us. I laughed like hell, Thorn.

 

It is sad the way poor Oliver looks to Jacob for a boyfriend that he will never find. The examination of this makes for good background but makes me feel sorry for Oliver nonetheless. I am glad when he is given the opportunity and gives voice to his own complaints.

 

Jacob at this point it is easy to see, is very much the same Jacob that we read of in the future. So much is already set in stone.

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On 10/04/2013 06:33 AM, Ron said:
A lot of fun can be had when learning about a persons past, this was very fun but also quite informative.

 

Jacob learns that he likes his sexual play rough early on in his life. We learn additionally that he pays attention in school, is inquisitive and he is very aware of the people around him. These are traits that we notice later in his life when we read about it.

 

Then you go and throw sausages at us. I laughed like hell, Thorn.

 

It is sad the way poor Oliver looks to Jacob for a boyfriend that he will never find. The examination of this makes for good background but makes me feel sorry for Oliver nonetheless. I am glad when he is given the opportunity and gives voice to his own complaints.

 

Jacob at this point it is easy to see, is very much the same Jacob that we read of in the future. So much is already set in stone.

I feel sorry for Oliver, too. I started out thinking, like Jacob, that Oliver's a little bit useless and silly, but of course he isn't. He's intelligent, ambitious and loving. Jacob, for all his other excellent qualities, is severely lacking in ambition, and has not yet really learnt how to love. That's going to take a good long while, and learning how to let himself be loved will take even longer.

 

Thank you so much for reviewing. Your comments are always appreciated! :)

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Funniest get caught by parents story to date. I enjoyed the look into Jacob's past and hope that Oliver went on to find someone less rambunctious than our prickly hero. Thanks for sharing.

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On 10/29/2013 12:46 AM, Miles Long said:
Funniest get caught by parents story to date. I enjoyed the look into Jacob's past and hope that Oliver went on to find someone less rambunctious than our prickly hero. Thanks for sharing.
I might take a moment to tell Ollie's story one day. We'll see. Thank you for reviewing!
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On 9/28/2013 at 6:56 PM, Lisa said:

I was with Jo Ann with the whole jerking off, sausage in ass, blanket lighting on fire debacle! I was laughing my ass off, almost fell outta my chair. lol Omg, then Jacob gets his dick bandaged in the hospital! And Ollie gets the now-defrosted sausage out of his ass piece by piece. Shit, how embarrassing is that? lol

 

I was in the break room at work and almost choked to death trying not to laugh like a loon. It would have been too difficult to exlain why I was laughing so hard.

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14 hours ago, Efmaer said:

 

I was in the break room at work and almost choked to death trying not to laugh like a loon. It would have been too difficult to exlain why I was laughing so hard.

Lol! That’s what I like to hear! Creating a potentially embarrassing situation for my readers, what a treat! :P Glad you found it funny. :)

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When I read the series initially, I skipped this because I was only interested in Marcus and Jacob together.  In reading it now, I realize there would’ve been no harm in reading it in sequence.

This slice of Jacob’s life in which he discovers his sexual preferences (both in gender and style) was interesting.  His lack of sentiment toward Oliver was what it was outwardly but there had to have been some type of emotional attachment since there were other people Jacob could have experimented with sexually but didn’t-he chose to try things with Oliver.

The fireplace scene was hysterical and it was a lucky thing both sets of parents responded to this with more humor than anger or disappointment.

I remember being told once that cursing was the expression of a lazy mind; It is so obvious that given the intelligence of both men that it is a choice (and quite hilarious choices at that.  Marcus is king!! 👑) It takes quite an active,  fertile mind to come up with the verbal acrobatics that comprise Marcus Allen’s profanity.

Some people are offended by cursing, I’ve never been one of them and this chapter has less than the others in this series.

I appreciated this glimpse into young Jacob.

 

 

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I started cringing thinking about what they were going to do with the sausages. You took it to a whole new level though and I was in tears, so damn funny and totally believable, I could actually picture the entire episode. Great insight into young Jacob and the beginnings of what he would eventually develop into. I think the defining moment was during the kissing and Oliver pulled on his hair and suddenly the light bulb came on. Interestingly enough, I must be getting desensitized by J & Ms' antics and kind of accepted that this is how Jacob is so deal with it. For that reason I didn't actually have any thoughts about Oliver or how he might have felt about it. I'm so team Jacob and Marcus that I can't be onjective and will probably excuse them for anything. Lucky it's only a story, but a damn good one, now for Marcus.

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On 3/17/2019 at 5:43 PM, FanLit said:

When I read the series initially, I skipped this because I was only interested in Marcus and Jacob together.  In reading it now, I realize there would’ve been no harm in reading it in sequence.

This slice of Jacob’s life in which he discovers his sexual preferences (both in gender and style) was interesting.  His lack of sentiment toward Oliver was what it was outwardly but there had to have been some type of emotional attachment since there were other people Jacob could have experimented with sexually but didn’t-he chose to try things with Oliver.

The fireplace scene was hysterical and it was a lucky thing both sets of parents responded to this with more humor than anger or disappointment.

I remember being told once that cursing was the expression of a lazy mind; It is so obvious that given the intelligence of both men that it is a choice (and quite hilarious choices at that.  Marcus is king!! 👑) It takes quite an active,  fertile mind to come up with the verbal acrobatics that comprise Marcus Allen’s profanity.

Some people are offended by cursing, I’ve never been one of them and this chapter has less than the others in this series.

I appreciated this glimpse into young Jacob.

 

 

Omg, I missed this comment! So sorry. 

I think to Jacob, Oliver was safe and easy, taking absolutely no effort. That's not to say that he didn't completely, on some level, give a shit; there must have been some part of him that enjoyed Oliver's company. But it wasn't much deeper than that, I think.

People who say that about swearing are like people who call sarcasm the lowest form of wits: Prudes who just don't get it. :P 

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On 5/26/2020 at 1:45 PM, Goodie said:

I started cringing thinking about what they were going to do with the sausages. You took it to a whole new level though and I was in tears, so damn funny and totally believable, I could actually picture the entire episode. Great insight into young Jacob and the beginnings of what he would eventually develop into. I think the defining moment was during the kissing and Oliver pulled on his hair and suddenly the light bulb came on. Interestingly enough, I must be getting desensitized by J & Ms' antics and kind of accepted that this is how Jacob is so deal with it. For that reason I didn't actually have any thoughts about Oliver or how he might have felt about it. I'm so team Jacob and Marcus that I can't be onjective and will probably excuse them for anything. Lucky it's only a story, but a damn good one, now for Marcus.

I had fun writing this one. I mean, I mostly had fun writing all of them, but I love the scene with the sausages. lol! That part is not entirely fictional. It's partly based, with a lot of artistic license, on a third hand account of a similar story someone allegedly experienced. Authors who say they never ever borrow from things they've heard or seen are liars. :P Thanks for reading!

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