Men Of Honor - 2. No Man's Land

Jacob sat there, tilting the glass of wine in his hand just enough to let a few drops fall over the white silk napkin on that perfectly decorated wedding table.

"Jacob...Jacob!" A female voice uttered, snapping him out of the haze he found himself in.

"Yeah?" Jacob asked, his voice lagging and his eyes inebriated.

"It's your turn." The woman informed, her face in a state of mild panic as she looked around the large room, filled with round tables, white silk towels, plates full of half-eaten food, and wine stains. "The best man's speech." She declared.

"Oh, right." Jacob muttered as he stood up, tumbling slightly forward and chuckling.

He looked to his left to find a bunch of relatives he didn't recognize, and being a well-brought-up young man, Jacob waved his hand in greeting as they looked at him and frowned, to which he responded with a shrug. Jacob glanced to his right, and there, three chairs out, sat Christian, looking the most beautiful Jacob had ever seen him with his green eyes gazing at him apprehensively. Emma, his wife, sat beside him, glowing in her white dress, her hand gracefully placed on top of Christian's. For a brief second, Jacob felt he might vomit. She looked at him, her lips pursing as she shook her blonde head disapprovingly. Jacob winked at her and grabbed the black microphone on the table.

"Well, this is awkward." He started. "They should have done this before serving the drinks." He quipped. In the back of the room, a couple of people laughed. "Christian and I...we've known each other...I don't even know." He rambled.

"Christian and I go way back. He's like...a brother. Well..." He halted and chugged the remaining wine in his glass, turning to the woman sitting next to him, his date. "Hey, hum...what's your name again?" He questioned. There was a collective gasp in the room, and the young woman sank her head under her hand in shame. Jacob signaled the waiter to fill up his glass. "Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes, Christian. He's a riot. I love him. I do..." Jacob stated, his eyes glistening and his speech faltering. "Tricky thing this...love stuff. It holds us, hostage. Sucks the soul out of us...among other things." He jested sarcastically, glancing at Christian and winking. "You think you know someone, and then, BAM! It turns out you don't! Love is blind, man..." He uttered. "Love is fucking..." Jacob's eyes were watering as he raised his head to find the venue goggling at him. You could feel the tension in the room. "Well, good luck with your marriage!" He hollered as he lifted his glass. People started clapping immediately, attempting to preclude Jacob from speaking again. "Excuse me." He stated, placing one of his hands on the woman's shoulder as he tumbled out of his seat and fled away from the crowd.

He cornered the stage where the band played and opened the door to the staff area, staggering his body through the corridor toward the bathroom. He pushed the door open and closed it, trying to find its lock. He was distraught to discover that, despite his intention, there was no way to block himself permanently from the outside world. But this was the staff area, so at least none of the guests would stroll in and scold him for probably delivering the worst best-man speech in the history of weddings. He walked to the sink, placed his hands on the cold stone, held his body in place, and examined himself in the mirror. As soon as he did, flashbacks of the events in that cabin came rushing in like seizures. Images of Christian fucking Casey, his beautiful cock pumping his load inside that boy's hole, exploded in Jacob's mind like a flare gun.

"Jesus fucking C..." He emitted. Then the door suddenly opened. Christian stood there, looking at Jacob. There was no judgment in his face, no shame. He turned around and locked the door. Jacob chuckled at how drunk he was that he couldn't even find the door lock moments before. "You don't have to do this. I get it. I'll be gone before anyone notices. Just give me a couple of seconds." He declared, trying to hold himself in place. Christian walked from the door across the relatively large bathroom to where Jacob stood. He turned Jacob around to face him.

"Here." He said calmly. He turned the water on, held his hand under it, then touched Jacob's face very lightly, scattering the cold water evenly. As he did, he would glare at Jacob, his green eyes scanning his face. Jacob fought the urge to kiss him right then and there. He wanted to. "Want me to drive you home?" Christian asked. Jacob felt a jolt in his stomach and a burning desire to embrace Christian.

"Nah. I'm fine." Jacob assured, closing his eyes whenever Christian's hand brushed his face.

"You don't look fine." Christian noted. He took a deep breath, and Jacob felt it overlay his face like a wave of warm seawater, instinctively leaning forward, his head sinking on Christian's shoulder. As it did, he felt the scent of his friend's skin. Christian held Jacob and straightened him on the bathroom counter, his ass sloping over it. "Let's take this off." He said, unleashing Jacob's tie from his neck. The touch of his fingers on Jacob's skin made his groin pulse. Christian started unbuttoning his friend's shirt, but suddenly he halted. "What's this?" He questioned as he began to yank the metal chain concealed under it.

"Nothing." Jacob uttered, pushing Christian away, but his friend forced his hand, and as he pulled the chain out, the tag landed on his palm.

"Men of Honor." He read. "What is this?" He questioned, intrigued.

"None of your fucking business." Jacob blasted. He began buttoning his shirt again. "I did what I came to do. Have a nice life Christian." He expressed, picking his tie from the sink and motioning to leave. But Christian's hand flew in front of him.

"Jacob, c'mon..." Christian uttered, forcing his friend back on the sink.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Jacob shouted. His eyes burned, and his voice raged. "Forget I fucking exist, Christian." He begged.

"I can't." Christian replied. "You're my best friend." He conveyed, his eyes gazing at Jacob's.

"You fucked him in front of me..." Jacob muttered, his voice sputtering. "You fucking left me there, alone." He uttered, his voice cracking as tears started skating down his face. "I hate you." He declared, his head plunging into Christian's chest.

"I know..." Christian whispered as his face dove inside Jacob's hair. His arms enveloped his friend's head as his fingers grabbed Jacob's raven locks.

"I hate you so much." Jacob whimpered. His hands grasped Christian's waist, then his belt, pulling on it roughly. Then, sheathed in lust, Jacob slid his hand inside Christian's pants. His 8-inch cock was rock hard and waiting for Jacob. He started tugging on it, gliding his hand up and down, forcing his skin to move as he felt precum ooze over his palm. With each new stroke, Christian's grip on his hair became tighter. Their breaths were now more elated. "Fuck I missed you. I missed your dick in my hand." Jacob moaned, his rhythm becoming chaotic and overbearing.

"Jacob...please." Christian huffed, pulling Jacob's hair back, their faces now meeting, their mouths inches apart.

"Stop resisting." Jacob taunted as he opened his mouth, letting his breath fall over Christian's mouth. "Do you want me to stop?" He groaned, taking his hand up to the tip, swirling his thumb on it, and spreading the jelly substance over it. "Well?" He pressed.

"No." Christian rasped. That was all Jacob needed to hear. He took his hand out of Christian's pants, took his precum-coated fingers to his mouth, and sucked on them greedily as he moaned, his eyes on Christian as he did it.

Christian's hands, which held Jacob's hair in their grip, forced his head onto his cock. As Jacob was going down, his hands were pulling Christian's belt off and unzipping his pants, making them drop to the floor, finally pulling his white briefs, exposing Christian's gorgeous cock. Both men's lust was perfectly coordinated, and Jacob opened his mouth just in time for Christian to slide his shaft inside.

And at that moment, in that bathroom, Jacob and Christian finally understood. Their connection went beyond experimenting sexually, curiosity, or kink. They loved each other. As Christian arched his head back in pleasure, Jacob moaned accordingly, sucking his best friend with an overwhelming appetite. Sliding his tongue along Christian's dick and steering his grunts was like returning home after a long, hard-fought battle. Jacob was in paradise. Christian thrust his hips forward, fucking Jacob's mouth, bumping his friend's head into the sink. Christian wanted to seed his friend, and Jacob wanted to drink all of his friend's cum. Internally both men desired this feeling to last forever, but alas, they were both reaching their orgasm, incapable of containing their ardor for each other.

"Jacob..." Christian whispered. Jacob responded with an inquisitive moan which appeared to turn Christian on even more. "That thing with your tongue...that...don't stop." He instructed while Jacob whined accordingly, informing his friend of his compliance. As Christian pushed his cock inside and Jacob gagged, spewing gob from the corners of his mouth, they heard a knock on the other side of the door.

"Mr. Priestley, we're about to cut the cake." A male voice from one of the staff members communicated.

"I'm coming!" Christian hollered. And he wasn't lying.

His pelvis bucked like a war tank as he bombarded Jacob's mouth with juice. Shot after shot of his loaded gun. His body twitched and convulsed with each string fired. His grip on Jacob's hair became gradually less forceful and more nurturing as he slid his fingers on it, tenderly caressing his friend's head. Jacob moaned as he blissfully ingested every drop of Christian's cum, the taste enveloping his tongue and throat as he finally unlocked his lips and tongue from his friend's shaft, already longing to return.

Both men stood there, gazing at each other with delighted grins. But that grin waned quickly. They knew that whatever they felt in those few minutes would be incapable of prevailing once those doors opened. The world outside those walls ripped them apart as much as their fear concerning their feelings for each other.

"Go." Jacob uttered, preening his mouth with the back of his hand. Christian stood there, frozen.

"Will I see you when I get back?" Christian questioned, his words lingering, grasping for a reason for him to stay.

"Just leave, Christian." Jacob replied, his eyes gleaming with tears. Christian nodded in complete despair.

They knew it was impossible. Christian finally retracted as he stepped back towards the door. Everything in his body propelled him to run to Jacob and embrace him, but he didn't. Instead, Christian turned his back on his best friend for the second time.

A couple of months later, Jacob was gradually attempting to crawl out of the profound unhappiness he'd been in since Christian's wedding. The sense of loss he felt resembled a death of sorts. His relationship with his best friend was virtually nonexistent. He still functioned, going to work, working out, sleeping, and eating. But that joy of living, much of which depended on Christian's presence in his life, was gone. He felt amputated and unfulfilled. Yet he lingered, occasionally hooking up with girls. But despite Jacob being sexually versed and overall a great fuck, the women he dated would argue that his mind seemed elsewhere when he was fucking them. And Jacob wouldn't argue with facts. Every time he shut his eyes as he pounded their pussies, it was Christian he saw. It was inside Christian's hole Jacob was thrusting his dick. He started sipping on a couple of glasses of wine after dinner, which gradually became a whole bottle, and soon enough, Jacob was drinking wine with breakfast. He let his beard grow, which despite the reasoning, actually soothed his image and gave him a sexy, rugged look. His hair also grew, falling over his forehead, which assisted in hiding the sadness behind his eyes. Some nights, he would stay up smoking joints, drinking, and watching old videos of him and Christian hiking, on vacation, or at Christian's home. He would sit there and let himself feel immersed in the nostalgia. Other times he would pause at parts of the video where Christian's body showed and jerk off, pumping his load over his stomach and chest as he recalled the scent of his friend's skin and cum. Jacob was, for lack of a better expression, a functioning mess.

One day, he was sitting at a local cafe, downing a glass and strolling through Tinder, trying to find someone available close by. As he perused the app, his mind compelled him to update his search data and include men. Soon enough, his fingers were swiping mindlessly, filled with renewed excitement. He was getting dozens of direct messages from all types of men, wanting to taste his "straight" dick. He chuckled at some of them and frowned at others, but despite his momentary amusement, the truth was, none of them piqued his interest. None of them were Christian. He closed the app, put down his phone, and chugged his glass of wine, signaling the waiter to get his check. He paid, got up, and wandered home as the first whispers of twilight hovered over him. Finally, he reached his apartment, slid the key into the lock, and opened the door. When he did, he felt something scraping and dragging underneath it. He glanced down to find an envelope on the floor, slightly wrinkled. He picked it up and looked at it, perplexed. It was blank, with no address, no stamp, nothing. He closed the door behind him, threw the keys inside a small jar just to the right of the door, and sat on the sofa, holding the perplexing envelope in his hand. He dropped his body on the couch and opened it. Inside there was a small piece of paper folded in two. As he unfurled it, it read: M.O.H. Jacob squinted, trying to discern its meaning, then halted.

"Men of Honor." Jacob uttered, his eyes gaping. He clutched his hand to his chest and took out the tag that Sylas had placed on him, which he had been wearing consistently since that night. Once, Jacob tried to remove it and felt stripped and exposed, unwittingly keeping it on. As he held the tag in his fingers, a message on his phone displayed the coordinates to a meeting location three days later. Jacob's heart began to race. This message was as cryptic as it was alluring. The mere thought of picturing himself in the company of those three mysterious men again made Jacob's dick pulse in his pants. Although much of his experience with them had been somewhat traumatic, the truth was it had been equally alluring and had undeniably awakened something inside him. Something Jacob hadn't been able to discern yet. He brought his body forward and sat there, gazing at that sheet of paper. Finally, he saved the GPS location on his phone and went to bed. For the first time in months, Jacob slept the whole night through.

Three days later, as he tried to munch on some French toast and a cup of coffee, Jacob could not hold the food in his mouth. His body shivered with anticipation and trepidation at the unknown before him. As he pressed that tag against his chest, an inexplicable belief that those men had a part to play in his life started to sink in. They had, after all, vested him with a title he didn't fully understand but that he owed himself to at least try to comprehend. He threw the butter-soaked plate in the sink, grabbed his backpack, and walked out the door. He drove his car out of town, over the bridge, and as his path began to stray from his parents' cottage, the anxiety finally started to kick in. Was it even safe to meet them? What happened was crazy enough as it was. He was going out on a limb here. All these thoughts ran through Jacob's mind as he drove beyond the highway into a national road, narrow and bumpy, the coordinates propelling him towards what seemed like an old train station near a small town, approximately two hours outside the city borders. His phone signaled that he had arrived at his destination. As he reached the designated area, he parked the car and sat inside, his head peering around, trying to discern where he was. After a few minutes of absolutely no movement and checking his phone a few times, he shook his head, chuckling at himself. A sense of self-compassion overwhelmed him. He had taken the time to follow a random message into the middle of nowhere. He shook his head in disbelief, slid the car key into the ignition, and was about ready to leave when, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a car pull up right next to his. A large black pickup truck stopped, and the window skated down.

"Hello, Jacob." Sylas uttered. "I like the new look." He commented.

"Hey..." Jacob replied as he brushed his beard awkwardly. "I..." He muttered, struggling to speak.

"You don't know what the fuck you're doing here, right?" Sylas framed. As he sat back on his chair, Jacob could glance at Jeffrey, sitting next to him in the driver's seat. He gazed at Jacob intensely. "Well, you already know the answer to that question." Sylas stated.

"I'm lost..." Jacob whispered, his head sinking between his arms as he held the steering wheel.

"Damn right, kid. And that's when we come in. So get your shit and get in." Sylas commanded. "C'mon, you handsome little shit, we ain't got all day!" He quipped, signaling with his head to the back of the car.

The door behind him opened, and Casey popped inside, smiling at Jacob, who immediately felt a cold jolt in his stomach. There he was, the guy that got to be fucked by Christian. A stranger who got to have a piece of Christian that Jacob wished had been his own, exclusively. He took a deep breath, stepped out of the car, and sprang inside the black pickup truck, begrudgingly occupying the space next to Casey. Jacob sat silently, holding his backpack like a frightened kid. As he glanced at Casey, the boy was looking right at him.

"Don't be cross with me. It wasn't personal." The boy noted, an unexpected gentleness coating his voice. He extended his hand over Jacob's shoulder.

"It's not you that I'm mad at." Jacob replied, surprised at his answer. He was sure that if he ever met Casey again, it would make him feel a certain way, but it didn't. Jacob winked at Casey. The boy smiled at him, turned his body around, dropped his head on Jacob's crotch, landed on his backpack, and stuck his feet out the window.

"Well, that was quick. Good!" Sylas hollered enthusiastically. He looked through the rearview mirror, smiling as Casey wiggled his head around Jacob's pelvis playfully. "Casey, you know the drill. Jacob is our boy now. You latch on to him like a fucking leach." He ordered, with a teasing grin on his mug. Jacob looked at him, puzzled. Then he peeked at Casey, who gazed back at him from between his legs, his pretty eyes sparkling. Jeffrey chuckled from the front seat. "Ok, Jeff. Let's get this party going!" Sylas clamored, excited.

The truck drove off, seemingly void of destination. Sylas turned the radio on, leaning back in his seat as Casey stretched his body, his head grazing Jacob's backpack. The boy expressed discomfort, so Jacob placed the bag on the ground. Casey smiled and finally nestled his head on Jacob's crotch, which jolted involuntarily. Casey felt his shaft move under his head and beamed, closing his eyes with an elated expression. Jacob felt his body finally begin to relax. He slanted on his seat, opened the window, and let the air running through hit his face, closing his eyes and relishing that unexpected sense of freedom. The fact that Jacob had no idea where they were heading, which half an hour ago constituted a source of anxiety, was now feeding his soul a renewed hope. As he rode in that car, along with those men who seemed to accept him as one of their own, he finally felt alive again. They drove for an entire day, mostly in silence. Occasionally, Sylas would crack a joke, Jacob and Casey would laugh, and Jeffrey would release a soft giggle. As time went on, Jacob started becoming entranced with Jeffrey's demeanor. Unlike the other boys, his personality seemed less outgoing. Yet, there was an underlying mystery to him, something alluring. Every once in a while, Casey would catch him side-eyeing Jeffrey and giggle.

"What?" Jacob questioned, looking out the window, trying to mask his interest.

"Nothing." Casey would reply, smiling and rubbing his head on Jacob's cock. Jacob would repay the smile, albeit an embarrassed one.

"Ok. That's it. We're stopping." Sylas commanded. Jeffrey slowed the truck's speed, veering right from the main road and entering a dirt route that led to a clearing and a small trim river running through it. Jeffrey finally drove the truck to a stop. Over them, nighttime tumbled unhurriedly like a light feather. "Let's put the tents up." Sylas stated, and the men hopped to it almost immediately. Jacob was perplexed at how well-organized they were. There was a remarkable ease with which they moved, and their intimacy seemed unwavering as they worked together and communicated, their minds connected almost telepathically. "Jeffrey and I got the large one. Jacob, you get to babysit Casey tonight." Sylas instructed, causing all the men to chuckle.

They eventually started a fire and placed warm old blankets around the floor. Jacob sat down with his legs crossed and his arms extended backward, holding his body weight. Casey, who was talking to Jeffrey, saw this and immediately hopped over the small fire and lay next to Jacob, nestling his head over his legs. Jeffrey laid down, his chest facing the fire and his elbow holding his body in place as he randomly played with a dry leaf he discovered tucked inside his shirt. Sylas eventually joined them, grabbing a lawn chair from the back of the truck. Once they were all seated, a comfortable silence took hold. Jacob felt the urge to break it. There were just too many questions he wished answered.

"So, how did you find me?" He questioned. All three men shared a complicit look. Jeffrey took his hand to his shirt's pocket and took out a joint, which he lit.

"You're so uptight, Jacob." Sylas responded as Jeffrey handed him the blunt. He then took a big hit and gave it to Jacob. "We abyed by the code Jacob. Four golden rules." He conveyed as his deep, grounding voice commanded Jacob's attention. "Rule number one: RELAX." He stated as he stared into his eyes with fiery intent.

"Right..." Jacob replied, taking a hit. Sylas leaned back on his chair but kept looking at Jacob.

"That night at the cabin..." Sylas spoke, his tone shifting. "You fell asleep on the couch, got up in the morning, and just left." He continued. "Why?" He questioned. Jacob froze as all three men stared at him, eagerly awaiting.

"I..." He muttered, his voice clung inside his throat.

"Remember rule number one, Jacob." Sylas calmly said. Jacob raised his head and met Sylas' eyes. Suddenly his panic was dissipating. A strange imperceptible bond formed between the two as if Sylas was casting a spell on him. Their eyes gazed as the flames from the fire danced before them.

"I was angry. Scared." He uttered. It was like pulling out a splinter stuck inside his chest.

"Why?" Sylas questioned. You could cut the tension with a knife. Jacob looked for Sylas' eyes again, now a source of strength for him.

"Christian. He shunned me. He betrayed my friendship." He confessed, his eyes glistening as he fought back the tears.

"Did it hurt you?" Sylas asked, never breaking their gaze. Jacob didn't either. He let Sylas and the other men watch as his tears plunged from his eyes.

"It almost killed me." Jacob conceded.

"And yet, here you are." Sylas replied, smiling at Jacob. Casey stood up and went around Jacob, swathing his arms around him and kissing his neck lusciously. "We take care of each other, Jacob. Nobody gets left behind." Sylas pledged.

Jacob's head fell back. Casey held his body in his embrace, petting Jacob's hair softly. They stayed up a bit more, just chilling, making sure the joint went around the fire, then burned it and called it a night. Next, Sylas and Jeffrey went inside their tent. Casey and Jacob did the same. Jacob was pretty high, so he dragged himself inside, plunging his head into the pillow. Casey chuckled, then started undressing Jacob's pants and shirt. He then stripped to his undies and lay next to Jacob. Even though it was nighttime outside, the moon was pretty low, so Jacob could still see everything inside the tent. He could also hear Sylas and Jeffrey moaning in the other tent. Casey eventually turned his back to Jacob, and as they lay there, Jacob noticed a large scar on the back of Casey's head. He stretched his arm and grazed his fingers over it.

"What's this?" Jacob questioned, intrigued. Casey lay there in silence for a moment. He then turned around to face Jacob.

"When I was 12, my school asked the kids to write love letters on Valentine's Day. So I wrote one to Tommy Dent. He was the cutest boy in school, and I had a huge crush on him. I didn't sign it, of course. But the school found out and eventually told my parents." The boy narrated. Then he stopped, gazing at Jacob for a beat before resuming. "That day when I came home from school, my father beat me with his belt." He pointed his finger to a small scar he harbored over his left eyebrow. Jacob just lay there looking at him. "Then he shaved my head with a butcher's knife and sliced off my scalp." He recounted with a profound sadness emanating from him. "He said he wanted to cut the gay out of me." Casey disclosed. Jacob was shocked and distraught. Then the boy skated closer to Jacob and whispered. "The cut bled for a while but eventually healed. But the look he gave me, Jacob...that scar is still bleeding." The light from the moon dimmed around them.

"Casey..." Jacob uttered, grasping for words.

"Jacob...can I ask you a favor?" Casey besieged, whispering.

"Sure." Jacob replied.

"Do you mind if we don't fuck tonight?" The boy requested, his face almost glued to Jacob's.

"Ok." Jacob assured, taking his hand forward, grabbing Casey's neck, and planting a soft kiss on his forehead as the boy closed his eyes. Casey turned around. Jacob spooned him, upholding the sanctuary that the tent had become. Suddenly Jacob realized the meaning of Sylar's words. The unbreakable bond that held these men together. Casey had given him something Christian never got beyond lust, pleasure, or sex. He shared his pain. And that was incalculable. He embraced Casey, their hands held together, sealing a new bond forged.

The next morning Jacob woke up to an empty tent. He rolled up and stretched his arms, feeling Casey's absence. He could hear the boy outside as Sylas talked to him, with that deep voice that pierced through the tent's fabric. Jacob stood straight, opened the zipper, and dragged himself out of the tent, his eyes squinting under all that morning glow. As soon as he straightened himself, Casey turned his head and gazed at Jacob's toned body, his sexy beard now matching his hairy chest and legs. The boy smiled and, without skipping a beat, ran over and leaped into Jacob's arms. He wrapped his hips around him and squeezed his neck like a snake pulling him close. Jacob chuckled with surprise. He held Casey's perfect peach ass as the boy pulled up and nestled his face on him. Then, without warning, the boy shoved his tongue inside his throat. Jacob's dick got instantly hard, and his tongue drove forward, eager to meet Casey's. The first thing he noticed was the boy's alluring breath. It tasted like fresh basil. As their tongues finally introduced themselves, and Jacob was now feasting on Casey's saliva, the boy began moaning, his lips sucking on Jacob's. He would occasionally pull back and graze his tongue on Jacob's mouth. The boy's smooth skin reddened as it sanded on his beard.

"Now that's what I call a morning greeting!" Sylas teased, laughing at that public display of bottled lust. Jacob tried to look at Sylas from under Casey.

"Casey, you're making me hard." Jacob groaned, his hands clasping the boy's cheeks.

"Since when is that a bad thing?" Sylas voice uttered. Jeffrey leaned into him and whispered something in his ear. "Right. Casey..." He called, the boy's head unlocking from Jacob. "Later." Sylas suggested, winking.

"Fine..." Casey muttered, dropping to the ground like a spoiled child and approaching the tent.

As he did, a massive erection attempted to erupt from inside Jacob's underwear. Jeffrey locked his eyes on Jacob's shaft, grinning as he stuffed their bags on the truck's rear. Jacob stood there momentarily, surprised at himself and the ease he was starting to feel around these men he barely knew.

"Don't you wanna know where we're going, Jacob?" Sylas questioned, almost as a challenge. Jacob looked at the vast landscape before them, marveling at the endless possibilities that awaited. Then, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and returned to Sylas.

"No. I don't." He responded, smiling. Sylas looked at him like a proud father.

"Then, I guess you're ready for rule number two." Sylas conveyed, inviting Jacob for yet another adventure. Both men beamed at each other. "Let's get this party on the road, boys!" He shouted enthusiastically.

They packed their stuff, loaded the truck, and hit the road. Jeffrey wasn't speeding. He seemed keen on enjoying the route as he lowered the window and stuck his muscled arm out, the other steering the wheel. Sylas was his usual self, cracking jokes and constantly tuning the radio to get a hold of the best songs. Jacob emulated Jeffrey and brought his window down, letting the soft wind gently skim his face. About thirty minutes into the trip, as Jacob sat there with his eyes closed, he felt something humid touch his ear. He kept his eyes closed, but he knew what was ensuing by the scent of fresh basil breaching his nose. Casey's tongue was sliding and swirling inside his right ear. The feeling was exhilarating. Jacob started moaning and giggling instantly. Sylas immediately lowered his rearview mirror, ready to enjoy the backseat show.

"Oh, this is gonna be good." He whispered to Jeffrey quietly so as not to disturb the events. Jeffrey just smiled, his responsible gaze placed firmly on the road ahead.

"Casey, damn..." Jacob moaned, his head tilting back and forth, trying to guide the boy toward his sweet spots. Casey moaned as his ass stuck prominently in the air.

"Pull your pants down." The boy ordered.

Jacob obliged immediately as he clumsily tried to unzip his pants, tilting his ass up and pulling them towards the truck's floor. His cock snapped back, hitting his stomach, rock hard and oozing with precum. Casey backed away from Jacob's ear, went to his lips, planting a soft kiss followed by a sensual lick over them, and dove with his mouth open straight into Jacob's cock. Jacob snapped his head back, releasing a recoiled groan. Casey's prowess was beyond anything he expected. The boy's tongue rolled around his shaft, coating it with his spit, his head bobbing up and down while moaning. As he slid his mouth in, he would unclog his throat, only to latch it when he pulled back, making the sensation overwhelming for Jacob.

"Fuck, Casey..." He stated, his hand hovering over the boy's head.

Casey was giving Jacob a masterclass. While also providing him with the best head of his life. Jacob slid his hand over Casey's back, grazing his white tank top, bending over to reach the boy's plump ass that twitched up and down. Jacob flared his eyes to marvel at Casey's beautiful ass. Then, he indiscriminately slid his hand inside his pants, handling the soft skin on the boy's peach, sticking his middle finger between his cheeks and taunting his hole. It felt dry and spongy, so Jacob took his hand out, brought his finger to his mouth, and coated it with his spit. As he did, he felt Casey's taste, a pleasurably musky yet sweet flavor. Jacob was, at this point, beginning to develop a sensory relationship with Casey as the boy was gradually becoming his most precious delicacy. He slid his hand inside Casey's pants again, and this time around, his finger slid right through. When he did, the boy's grip on Jacob's cock tightened. As a result, Jacob curved his fingers inside Casey's sphincter, causing the boy to release a prolonged moan. He started fingering Casey, his left hand finally landing on the boy's head as he forced it down his cock. There was no resistance. Casey, despite his age, embraced his sexuality with blind devotion. As Jacob became more vigorous, putting the boy's head down and thrusting his pelvis up, forcing his dick even deeper inside his mouth, Casey began to whimper. But Jacob knew it wasn't from the exertion. Casey had the upper hand. He edged Jacob with his voice like a siren, luring his orgasm into his deep ocean of desire and lust.

The boy's encounter with Christian was raw and feral, but this was different. Casey was giving Jacob's dick adoration, sustenance, and his commitment to it was altruistic. He was serving Jacob. A few final strokes of the boy's tongue along his shaft and Jacob finally felt it. The spasms built in his groin as his heartbeat fired. The first string of batter blew inside Casey's mouth, followed by two more. Shorter ones, transient and dense. Casey wasn't wasting any drop of it as Jacob felt the boy's throat contract around his cock, every time he swallowed. As the twitching of Jacob's pelvis started to subside, he pulled his finger from inside Casey's hole, and the boy finally unlocked his jaw from his cock, gasping.

"I knew it. You taste amazing." He stated, entranced by Jacob's flavor. He glanced up as Jacob took his hand to his face, covering it and laughing in ecstasy. Casey smiled, pulled himself up, brought his right leg over Jacob, sat on his groin, his legs swathing him, and hugged his neck again. The boy's ass was still out, his pants tucked under his cheeks. "Next time, Jacob, I want you to breed my hole." The boy whispered into his mouth, kissing it and resting over his chest as they breathed in unison. Jacob's hands cuddled Casey's body, skating over his bare skin.

They drove all day, and the inside of the truck now reeked of Jacob's cum. None of the men cared. On the contrary, they seemed to enjoy it. Jacob had never felt this intimate with anyone except Christian. And even then, there was never this level of comfort, especially concerning the aftermath of sex. They would always end in awkwardness or shame. But with Sylas, Jeffrey, and Casey, it was different. They steered Jacob and supported him in fulfilling his fantasies. They indulged in his debauchery and fed the fire that consumed him. Jacob was slowly but surely, leaving behind the man he was. He felt a predestined bond with these men.

"Ok, it's getting dark. Let's set up camp." Sylas instructed, signaling Jeffrey to turn left. They drove about fifteen minutes through a bumpy dirt route, parking near a cliff with an ocean view. Jacob was pleasantly surprised. He became engrossed in the trip's events that he didn't even realize they'd been driving across the coastline. They hopped off the truck, and Jeffrey set up a small fire. Casey and Jacob started unloading the tents when Sylas' voice pierced the camp.

"Just the large tent tonight, Casey." He ordered. The boy turned his head to him, then Jacob, holding a devilish expression.

"Where am I sleeping then?" Jacob questioned innocently. Sylas stared at him.

"Jacob, come with me." He declared, motioning Jacob to follow him. They moved a few yards away from the camp, closer to a steep ridge. As they neared it, the wind became more vibrant. That fresh saltwater scent enveloped their senses, coating their skin, hair, and clothes. Sylas walked even closer to the cliff. Jacob halted, uneasy at how near he was to the edge. "Come closer, Jacob." He suggested. Jacob obliged with arbitrary thrust. Sylas swathed his tattooed, muscular arm around Jacob, who could now smell the hunk's armpits. The scent was intoxicating. Robust and masculine. Jacob could smell his breath as Sylas took in the sea fragrance and exhaled. Nutmeg and tobacco. Strong, piercing, alluring.

"As soon as I saw you for the first time, I knew." Sylas expressed. His eyes set on the sea line. "You remind me so much of myself. Of what I once was." He resumed. Jacob, who was looking at him, turned his eyes towards the fleeting horizon as the sun descended unhurriedly upon it. "I know what you felt that night. But I made you a promise I intend to keep." He vowed. "When all of this is over..." He stated, his voice now smoother and lower. "If you still feel raw about it..." He continued, his arm pulling Jacob closer, their faces now touching. "Will mean that I have failed you..." He uttered, locking his lips with Jacob's. But instead of kissing him, Sylas lingered there. His and Jacob's eyes were now inches away, sealed in a plunging gaze. "I never fail, Jacob." He whispered, enveloping Jacob's lips with his own. What happened next was transcendent. Sylas' mouth grazed Jacob's most delicately. Unlike what Jacob expected, Sylas' lips were soft and tender, contrasting with the zest of his breath. He offered Jacob the most passionate kiss. Sylas' tongue dove inside delicately and cautiously, asking for consent before allowing herself inside, where it lounged alluringly. Jacob's head went blank, and his legs caved in, his arms falling by the sides of his body.

The only thing holding him up was Sylas. The tattooed hunk's lips pulled away, latching themselves at every inch of Jacob's mouth as they parted, holding Jacob's essence hostage. Then, finally, Jacob opened his eyes, feeling a renewed sense of yearning.

"Wow..." Jacob uttered, his mouth and beard covered in Sylas' froth.

"I think you're ready for rule number two." He stated, smiling. "C'mon." He invited, pulling Jacob's unsteady body with him, the younger man's arm holding the back of Sylas' shirt as his head leaned on his broad chest. Jacob could see a big tent set up as they reached the camp. It was huge, like a small trailer. Jeffrey and Casey sat around the fire, waiting for them. "Rule number 2, Jacob: SHARE." Sylas announced. He unlocked his arm from Jacob's neck and stepped inside the tent, his lofty body barely ducking to get inside.

From where he stood, Jacob could see a small light pop inside the tent and Sylas' shadow moving as he stripped off his clothes. Then, finally, Casey stood up, stripped fully naked, and strolled inside. Jacob froze there, his dick throbbing inside his pants, his mind still wrestling with the unknown. Shards and splinters of fear yet drilled inside his mind, waiting to be purged.

"They're waiting for you." Jeffrey uttered with a deep, comforting, and melodic voice that caught Jacob off guard.

He removed his shirt, pants, and underwear, standing there bare and exposed. Jeffrey gazed at him lustfully yet respectfully. Jacob strode over to the tent and stepped in. Inside, Casey's ass was waiting for him, sticking up, his sphincter exposed as it puckered, beckoning Jacob's engagement. The boy's head was out of sight as he kneeled before Sylas, bobbing up and down between the tattooed hunk's legs. Sylas lay over a white, thick blanket and several pillows, his head facing Jacob as he stared at him, eyes flashing with bliss. He signaled Jacob to approach. Jacob approached to find Casey eagerly munching on 9 inches of thick, veiny man flesh. Sylas' cock was huge and, considering how Casey's lips stretched as he tried to suck on it, a mouth full. The boy's chops slid slowly over Sylas' shaft with outstanding technique, but even then, the sheer size of it made Casey gag, and spit oozed from the corners of his mouth, flowing into Sylas' abdomen and pubes. Jacob was bewitched momentarily by it, but his attention soon fell on Casey's inviting hole. He kneeled and slid his tongue inside with no reservations. The boy moaned as Jacob relished the flavor of his orifice. He took his hands to the boy's cheeks and fanned them, opening his sphincter just enough to slide his tongue inside, darting it, then going down to his balls and sliding his tongue up, over his hole, spitting on it and hauling that extra layer up to his lower back. Jacob did this several times until Casey's pit felt moist and slippery. While he did, the boy's moaning cadence became feverish, fed by Sylas' dick and Jacob's tongue worshipping. Unable to withhold any longer, Jacob kneeled behind Casey and grasped his cock in his right hand, his left gripping the boy's hip. He slapped it between Casey's cheeks, making him whimper with anticipation, and finally leaned forward, pushing the moist tip inside Casey's flawless hole. The sensation surpassed Jacob's expectations. The boy's crevice accommodated his cock perfectly, warming and embracing it as it slid in and out. Jacob let out a loud groan, his head snapping back in rapture. Sylas pulled his dick out of Casey's mouth and signaled the boy to tend to Jacob's needs. The boy obliged, forcing himself backward, gluing his back on Jacob's chest, reclining his head, and tucking in on his shoulder, proffering his mouth for Jacob to kiss. As he did, his hole tightened around Jacob's dick. Both men moaned.

"Casey, you're gripping too tight. I can't..." Jacob uttered, afraid his dick might burst prematurely.

Casey, being a pro, relaxed his sphincter, giving Jacob's dick room to breathe and delaying his orgasm. Jacob lunged at the boy's mouth, sucking on his luscious lips as his tongue swirled inside. Sylas watched, proud, as his younger brother-in-arms fucked Jacob with a fiery passion, giving that man what he needed. Sylas pushed himself up and wheeled sideways, signaling Jacob to take his place. Jacob took his dick out of Casey, and laid on Sylas' spot in time for Casey to swath his left leg over him, grab his dick with his hand, and drive it inside his hole again, saddling Jacob's pelvis. Once he did, the boy began rocking his hips back and forth, edging Jacob's dick as it throbbed inside him. Jacob took his hands to Casey's ass, but suddenly, he felt Sylas grab them.

"Don't." Sylas deep voice uttered. He handheld Jacob's wrists down and pulled his arms behind his back. He then leaned forward and offered his massive cock to Jacob.

"Sylas..." Jacob groaned, reluctant regarding his aptitude.

"It's ok, Jacob. Just let go." Sylas commanded.

Jacob opened his mouth and sucked the tip. As he did, he could feel Casey's taste in it. Sylas stretched himself, trying to maintain his position and keep Jacob comfortable. Casey lowered his rhythm, finding a pace that matched Jacob's. Jacob was stumbling, taking about two inches of Sylas in his mouth and already stifling. Casey leaned forward, gluing his chest on Jacob.

"Jacob, look at me." The boy uttered. Jacob's eyes scanned for Casey, twitching with uncertainty. Once they locked, Casey smiled. Jacob began breathing through his nose, his eyes softening, being soothed by Casey's presence and guidance. Gradually, he began to let go, and once he did, Casey's hips resumed rocking back and forth, following Jacob's momentum. The boy grinned as his head tilted back in euphoria.

Jacob's moaning started to swerve into the whimpering territory. Sylas looked down at him, his hand grazing Jacob's cheek softly and tenderly as he closed his eyes. Jacob was finally letting go. He was ready. Sylas grabbed his head and swiftly shoved his 9 inches inside his mouth. Jacob choked, his head propelling forward and then back. But he remained there, accepting Sylas' control over him. Then, the tattooed hunk started fucking his throat passionately. Jacob's eyes gaped as froth and saliva piled around his mouth, his face bright red and tears running down his cheeks. But there was no fear, no regret, and no limit to the lust his eyes exuded. In that tent, in the presence of Casey and Sylas, Jacob's submissive sexual nature finally emerged as his cock and mouth relinquished their control to the will of those Men of Honor.

"That's it, Jacob. There you go!" Sylas groaned. His voice was resonant and guttural. His pelvis and cock blasted inside Jacob's mouth. His left hand was holding his wrists at bay, and his right, bearing Jacob's hair and head in position. The sounds began to escalate as Jacob's howls of pleasure beseeched the imminent release of his orgasm.

"Sy, he's almost there." Casey uttered as his hips increased in speed, to Jacob's astonishment. The boy's unvarnished grip on every ounce of Jacob's pleasure was now beyond a mere assumption. It was real. Sylas nodded energetically as his thrusts increased in pace and potency.

From Jacob's chest, a high-pitched scream erupted, muffled by Sylas' dick stuffed down his throat. Sylas finally released his grasp on Jacob's wrists. And then it happened. Instead of pulling away or trying to evade, Jacob's right arm went between Sylas' legs and clutched his ass, pulling him closer, and his left hand grabbed his thigh as he pulled on his fuzz indiscriminately. Sylas arched his neck back before he started unloading inside Jacob's mouth. Jacob tasted their thickness and salty, pungent taste. And as he did, he began unloading inside Casey's hole. Casey started shooting his cum over Jacob's stomach and chest, some even landing on his chin and neck. No words could aid in describing what Jacob felt. Like a march that ran through their bodies, their loads fired with military coordination. There was not a moment to linger or contemplate. It was happening continuously and seemed perpetually ongoing, the men's moans echoing in the dusk. The charges eventually began to subside as Jacob felt his cum drizzle out of Casey's hole into his thighs. Sylas' blasts were getting thinner and fewer, making it easy for Jacob to ingest them without gagging. Casey leaned forward, exhausted. When he did, Jacob's dick popped out of him, and his hole queefed loudly, releasing a gush of cum and compressed air. Sylas' dick gradually softened inside Jacob's mouth, and he finally dropped his body weight on the ground, his clenched hands holding him in place. As his dick slipped out, a loud gasp and a guttural growl broke from Jacob's mouth.

"Fuck!" Jacob yelled, his head fluttering from side to side with reckless abandonment. He was in a state of ecstasy. Sylas and Casey laughed. Jacob's body turned and collapsed sideways, his chest pumping as he tried to recover, sweat racing through his whole body. Casey beamed at Jacob and lodged his body under him. Sylas picked up a warm blanket to the right of where they lay and sheathed the boys with it. He stood up and watched them nestle. He turned around and exited the tent just as he heard Casey's voice.

"Jacob..." Casey uttered, still convalescing. Jacob let out an inquiring sigh. "Can I keep you?" The boy whispered. Jacob squeezed his body into Casey, holding him tightly in his embrace. He leaned in and kissed the boy's scar.

Sylas exited the tent, his fingers drying the tears from his face. Outside, Jeffrey was still sitting in front of the fire. Sylas put his hand on his shoulder and sat next to him. The two men shared the blaze in silence. Eventually, Sylas turned his head to face Jeffrey.

"So, do you think he has what it takes?" Sylas questioned. Jeffrey sat silent, his eyes blazing as the flames reflected on them. "I know, I know...Two more lessons to go." Sylas uttered. Jeffrey took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lit the last one, and held the empty parcel in his hand. Sylas turned his head towards the tent, gazing through the small opening, making sure Jacob and Casey slept peacefully, then turned around to face Jeffrey again. "What about the other guy, Christian?" He questioned cautiously.

"Don't worry. I took care of it." Jeffrey stated, his voice low and menacing. He tossed the empty pack towards the fire and sat there, patiently observing as it burned to ashes.