Jacob Finding His Way - 2. Chapter 2

I woke up Saturday morning, went to the den, and had breakfast with my mother, sister and brother. It’s my turn to do the dishes, so I got them out of the way. I headed to my room, and sat on my bed about to turn on the television, but I heard a lot of noise coming from next door. There shouldn’t be any noise, that apartment is empty.

Glancing out the window I see a family moving in. I want to be snoopy, so I throw on a pair of running pants, socks, and high top sneakers, run my hand through my hair, then head outside.

Sitting on the stairs, I am trying to look as if I am doing nothing, which isn’t hard to do. It looked like it was a family of two daughters and one son. So far it looks like there’s only the mother.

The young guy looks to be around my age; maybe a year older. He gives me the creeps. He is dressed all in black with pants that are so tight they look like they are painted on him. Don’t get me wrong, I like guys in tight pants, but I want to see the whole package, and you can’t see it on him. His long black hair passed his shoulders, and there’s what looks like skulls for rings on his hands.

As I am sitting and looking, my sister and Joey’s sister came up, and scared me half to death.

“Hey bro, what are you doing?” Marie asked.

“Nothing, I just was getting out of the house.” I said.

“It looks like we have new neighbors now.” Marie continued.

“Yeah that’s true” I replied flatly.

I was looking up at my sister and her friend, and man does she look like Joey, just the female model of Joey.

“Oh sorry you two haven’t met yet. Fran, this is my brother, Jacob; Jacob, this is Fran.”

I stood up, extended my hand to shake hers.

“Nice to meet you Fran. Are you and my sister in the same grade and class together?” I asked.

“Yes!”

“Cool.” I sat back down on the stairs.

“You know Jacob, she is Joey’s sister?” Marie put forth the obvious.

“I didn’t know; that’s cool!” I said, playing dumb, which wasn’t a stretch for me to do.

“Hey, you’re not the Jacob that goes to high school with my brother, are you?” Fran asked, putting two and two together.

“Yes I am. I met him in the nurse’s office yesterday morning” I replied.

“Yep, he got home yesterday and couldn’t stop talking about you. How cool you are, and how you sat with him during lunch when the whole student body was ignoring him, and the classes you have together. Thanks for helping him out yesterday!” Fran said gratefully.

“Not a problem. Joey is a cool guy, I am proud to have him as a friend. What is he up to today?” I asked, jumping at an opening to get more information.

“Not much. Same as always, sitting in front of the television playing Sega Saturn, like he always does” Fran said with a hint of frustration in her reply.

“Oh, he doesn’t come out and hang or go over across the street to the park?” I continued prying for information.

“No he doesn’t. He used to. You couldn’t get him to stay indoors for nothing. With what happened to him last summer, he’s kind of afraid of his own shadow.”

“Yeah, a lot people keep hinting around to this thing that happened last summer including Joey. I guess when he feels comfortable telling me what happened, he will. I won’t push him to tell me” I said.

“Thank you Jacob. If you want to, you could go down and hang with him if you play video games, that is” Fran invited.

“I will, thanks” I replied, thankful for the invitation.

As I got up, my sister and Fran walked with me to Fran and Joey’s apartment. We headed in, and Fran introduced me to her mom and dad, and told me to go down the hall, and his room is the last one on the right.

I headed down the hall, nervous as hell, got to the door, trembling, and knocked on the door. I heard Joey say “come in”. I opened the door, and there he was, sitting on his bed. Man is this guy hot! He is wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and basketball shorts. Besides seeing guys in tight pants, I love looking at them in basketball shorts. There’s just something about basketball shorts that gets me going. You could kind of see the guy’s package, but not. Very nice legs, built just right for his body, and not much hair on them. White socks and basketball sneakers.

I know my southern regions got hard instantly. I was hoping Joey couldn’t see that I popped a boner right then and there.

“Hey Joey, what’s up? Your sister was hanging with my sister, and invited to come down and hang” I said explaining my unannounced presence.

“Not much. Thanks for coming. My sister is always worried about me. She thinks I spend too much time in front of the television, and no time outside making friends.”

“Hey, that’s just wrong; you made friends at school yesterday, didn’t you?” I observed.

He looked at me with a question look on his face; friends, as in more than one. Where did I get my information? I kind of giggled, he looked so cute like that. He was like a little kid about to get a piece of candy.

“There’s me and Chase and the guys. Chase was telling me on the walk home yesterday, how cool he thought you were, and the guys the felt the same way” I filled Joey in.

“Thanks to you Jake. They wouldn’t have come over and sat with me, if it wasn’t for you.” Joey said with deep appreciation.

“Nonsense! Once people see the type of person you are, they won’t think twice about being your friend” I said.

Joey laughed, and returned his attention to the game he was playing. I looked over and realized he was playing Street Fighter. I loved that game, I kicked butt in it. It’s one of the very few games that I do play well.

“Hey, don’t just stand there, come over here and sit down on the bed, sorry that I have no chairs. Do you want to play? I am playing Street Fighter” Joey said.

“Cool man, hell yeah, I want to play. Better hold onto to your money, I am very good at this game.” I warned.

“We’ll see about that! Who do you want to be?” Joey asks.

“Blanca of course” was my instant reply.

I walk over to Joey’s bed, sit down, as he bent down to grab the other controller, to plug it in. As he was bending down, his basketball shorts hugged his butt just right. Joey has a bubble but, and boy do I love bubble butts! I got hard once again instantly, as I was readjusting my package hoping Joey can’t tell I am hard. He sat back down right next to me on the bed. Although I couldn’t feel his leg, skin on skin, his leg was rubbing against mine.

Joey handed me the second controller, and we started to play. At first we played against each other, but he got tired of me jumping on, and eating him; in the game, of course, not the on the bed, in real life. I could only wish! We decided to play the computer. Every time he made a move, he would get closer to me, and rub his thigh on my thigh. All through the whole morning I was hard as a rock.

Joey’s parents yelled at him, letting him know it was time for him and his sister to say good bye to their guests. Joey and I get up and head towards the door. He stopped right at the door; “It was nice hanging with you Jake. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

“I had a lot of fun too. Thanks for having me over” I replied.

“Anytime, and I mean, ANY time! Please come back whenever you want” Joey said with more than a touch of emotion.

“I will, thanks my friend!” I said back with a flash of a grin.

We head out of his room down the hallway, and get to the living room, where my sister and Fran are standing. I turned and thanked Joey’s parents for letting me hang for the morning, and then my sister and I said our goodbyes. We stepped out the door, and headed home.

I was so happy, in my own little world, that I didn’t hear a word that was spoken while we all ate lunch. All I could remember is my mother telling us to stay away from the new neighbors. I guess she had seen them.

After lunch, I went outside and just sat on the stairs, thinking about the morning events. I am wondering if I even have a chance with Joey, or even if the rumors are true about him being gay. Neither he, nor his sister has confirmed the rumors. I am not about to put my foot in my mouth and ask either of the two.

As I was thinking, I heard the door open to the upstairs apartment, but yet no one came out. I know the guys up there. They were the first ones I met here, when we moved in at the beginning of the summer. Jason, the son of the people that live in that apartment, and Jeff, I found out that they are best friends from high school. They graduated last year.

Jason’s parents are truck drivers and that means they are rarely home. So I figure that’s why Jeff moved in, to keep their son company and all. Jason is the hot one of the two. He always has a girl around, and they are always partying. Jason is about six feet tall and looks like he played football, like quarterback, cause he has that kind of build and body. He has gorgeous blue eyes, kind of white skin, which is weird, because he is Hispanic. He always wears these faded blue jeans, loose towards the bottom, but just right where it counts and brown hair. He’s just a cute as they come. No wonder why he always has women hanging on him.

Jeff is a different story. He is as plain as they come. He stands around five ten, black long hair, brown eyes, and a beginnings of a bear belly. I guess it’s due to all those years of drinking in high school. I believe he hangs with Jason, to get his leftovers.

As I was looking up, Jason walks out of his front door, and waves at me to come up.

“Hey Jacob, what’s up man?”

“Not much, just taking it easy. How about you? Looks like another night of partying with Jeff and a lot of hot babes!”

“No, Jeff is gone for the weekend. Had to go home, something happened. And I don’t feel like partying today anyways. I figure to just hang out, throw a couple of six packs down, and watch a little television” Jason replied.

“Sounds like a boring night for you. I figure once in a while, a person has to take a break from partying.”

“That’s true man, that’s true. Why don’t you come up later this evening and kick it with me?” Jason offered.

“That sounds cool. I’ll need to check with my mom but I am pretty sure she will say yes.”

“If she does, come up around six or seven. Let her know we will be watching movies till around midnight or so.”

“I will, thanks Jason, see you later.”

Jason headed in, and I headed back down stairs to my apartment, and went in. The rest of the afternoon went quickly. I ate dinner, cleaned up, and headed to my room. Around five thirty. I went up front to the living room, and asked my mom if I could hang with Jason. She kind of gave me a look, but said yes. I don’t think she likes it that Jason is a lot older than me, but she wants me to have friends, so she overlooks the age difference.

I headed up stairs about six thirty, and Jason’s front door was open, Jason was sitting on his couch in the living room. He was wearing a tight t-shirt, his faded blue jeans, white sneakers. He just looked hot. As I was looking at him, he looked up.

“Hey buddy! C’mon in and take a seat. Wait before you take a seat, head to the kitchen and grab yourself a soda, and come back.”

“Thanks Jason!”

Grabbed a soda, headed back to the sofa, sat down, Jason was fooling around with the remote control.

“So what you say we start watching a movie?”

“Sounds like a plan to me!”

The movie started, and we just sat there and watched. Once in a while Jason would say something about the movie, I would agree. Or he would say something about a hot girl he was with, and then readjust his package. Each time I would look, in hopes he wouldn’t see me look.

Jason kept drinking, by the time the first movie ended, he already drank two six packs. He got up, changed out the movies, and shut the front door and sat back down.

Once again, as before, we would talk crap about the movie, and he would tell me about the women he slept with. I was popping a boner, just imagining it was me that was with Jason. He kept drinking. By now, I figure the guy was wasted.

Jason kept saying more and more on how horny he was, and how he wish he had a girl there to at least give him a blow job. Suddenly, he moved next to me, and put his arm around me, as if pretending to put me in a choke hold, pulling my head down, almost right to his crotch. And he was right, he was horny, I could see the outline of his cock through his jeans. Man is he big; what wouldn’t I give to put my mouth on that cock.

Jason let go, and just sat there, and watched the movie. He didn’t move back to his side of the couch, and kept playing with himself. He was wasted, that was a for sure thing. He then undid his belt, and sat there.

“Jacob, can I ask you a favor?”

“What’s up Jason, ask away!”

“It must stay between the two of us, and probably I won’t even remember it in the morning anyways cause I am so wasted…….” He said, trailing off.

“What’s up Jason?” I asked.

“It’s going to sound kind of weird, and I know that. We are both guys, straight, so it shouldn’t be weird really. Guys do it all the time. I am so horny man, will you jerk me off?”

To say that I was stunned is the understatement of the year. I liked Jason from the first time I saw him. Just what he wore, the jeans, got me going each time I ran into him. Don’t get me wrong, I really want to do this, but does he think I am gay? If I do it, will he spread the rumors that I am gay? Is this some kind of trick on his part?

So many questions are going through my mind. There’s one side of me that has wanted this all summer long, yelling to go for it. The other side, the side that has put up this wall of protection, to never let anyone know that I am gay, is yelling, don’t do it, slam the brakes!

I guess Jason sees that I am thinking too much about it; the look on his face says it all. He has been talking with a major slur having downed nearly four six packs of beer. There’s no question this guy is wasted.

“Jacob don’t worry so much man, guys do it all the time. It’s part of growing up. And again we won’t ever talk about it afterwards at all!” Jason said almost pleading.

“Ok then, just as long as it stays here between the two of us” I said hesitantly.

“It will. Trust me. I don’t want the babes to know I let a guy jerk me off. It’s just that there’s no ladies here tonight!”

Lucky for me. I got even closer to Jason, and started to reach out my hand to his jeans, near his zipper is. My hand was trembling, this will be the first time I will touch another man’s dick; something I have wanted for a very long time.

I put my hand on his lap, stumbled around a little, then I found the prize. Jason’s dick was already hard as I rock. I started rubbing his dick through his jeans, moans started coming out of Jason. I looked up to his face, and his eyes were closed. I kept rubbing his dick through his jeans until a wet spot started to appear. It was a sight to see.

Then I decided to look at what I imagined was there between Jason’s legs. I finished undoing his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly brought his zipper down. I part his pants, and I got even harder, if that was possible. He was wearing what looked like white boxer briefs.

I took my hand further down his zipper, between the jeans and his underwear. Jason was hard and I was able to see the outline of his dick through his underwear. It wanted to come out, straining against his boxer briefs. I looked up. Jason still had his eyes closed, but a smile on his face.

I started to remove his jeans and Jason lifted his butt to allow me to pull them down. There he was, sitting on his couch, jeans at his ankles, and just in his bright white boxer briefs, with his dick struggling to get free. I felt him up again, played with his dick with his underwear on. Jason began to moan even more.

At that point, I really wanted to see his dick so bad, I decided to pull his boxer briefs down. Once again Jason helped me by lifting his butt, and there goes down his underwear to his ankles.

Jason’s dick popped up, and man it was a sight to see! It’s way better than I imagined it to be. It had to be at least nine inches long, maybe around six inches in width. He was neatly circumcised. I put my hand around it, and I was in heaven. Started to move my hand up and down, already leaking pre cum. Using his pre cum to wet his shaft made it even easier to go up and down.

“Man that feels so damn good! Please don’t stop, keep going, keep going, PLEASE!” Jason implored.

I wasn’t going real fast, but not slow either. Jason was moaning as if there was no tomorrow. I knew then, he was enjoying it. I looked at his face and a big smile was across it, eyes still closed. Then I thought popped in my head, and I said what the hell.

I bent down, and licked his dick with my tongue, several times. Jason moved, and I looked up scared. I thought I went too far, and he was about to get up and kick my butt. But he didn’t.

“Don’t stop, that felt so go. Go for it” he said knowing where I really wanted to take this.

Then I bent back down remembering all that I read on how to suck dick, flooded into my mind. Put his dick in my mouth, remembering to watch my teeth, went down maybe four inches, and came back up. Went down again, I little further, and kept doing it, each time further and further until I had my entire mouth filled with his cock. It was too big to get all of it in, but enough to get the job done, it seems.

He was moaning so loud, I was afraid my family might hear him in our apartment downstairs. I didn’t stop. I kept sucking him, taking his dick out of my mouth, licking up and down his shave, licking further down each time until I got to his balls.

I took his left ball in my mouth, then his right one. Jason seemed to be in heaven at that point, I knew I had him where I wanted him. I played with his balls for awhile, then moved back up to the tip of his dick, licking it, making Jason moan even louder.

“Man that feels so damn good! Please don’t stop! Keep doing it! Put my cock in your mouth. No one has ever deep throated me, like you are!” Jason rambled in passion.

I went back down on him, up and down, little faster now, he was moaning more and more.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, I am about to cum, don’t stop!”

He kept saying, at that point I slowed down. As Jason settled from his climax, a brought him right back up to it again, to just slow down again, not allowing him to cum. I did that to Jason at least five or six times.

“Please, stop doing that, let me cum. Please just let me cum!” Jason pleaded.

I then started going down on him real fast, bringing Jason once more to his climax.

“I am going to cum, watch out, it’s coming!”

I removed my mouth, and started to jerk him off, and he did it. He shot his first load over his head on the wall, second one hit his face, as the third one did. The other four or so hit his chest and stomach. And then he was done; drained.

I got up, sat back down next to him, watching trying to catch his breath from his high. Then I did something I never thought I would have the balls to do. I leaned over, pressed my lips against his, at first his eyes popped open, then he closed them, and open his mouth. We were playing tongue hockey, and I didn’t want it to end. To me, it seemed like hours of kissing, but it was, maybe thirty seconds.

I stopped kissing Jason, to catch my breath, then sat back down on the couch next to him. Looking at him, waiting to see what he was going to say. If he was going to call me a fag now, and then throw me out.

Jason finally caught his breath, got up, moved his pants and underwear half up his legs, and made his way to the bathroom. I heard the water turn on, within a few minutes, he reappeared in the living with his pants back on, buttoned, zipped, and sealed. He looked at me, said nothing at first, and then;“Don’t worry Jacob, there was nothing wrong with what we did. We all try it out, I did, and I liked it. Don’t get me wrong, I love the girls, I will never get with a guy in a relationship, because I love the girls!”

“Cool!” I responded.

“We won’t speak of this to anyone. Now you can say you tried it out with another guy. Thanks Jacob for doing it for me. Nothing has or will change between the two of us. We are, and will always be friends!” Jason said reassuring me.

“Thank you Jason. I always wondered what it would be like doing that to another guy. Now I know, probably without a second thought, I won’t do it again!” I said knowing full well I was lying playing it off. I really didn’t want him, or anyone to know that I love and wanted just guys. We both laughed, knocked fist, and I headed out. It was already 11:30, so I figure to just head on home and call it a night.

When I got downstairs to my apartment, I went in, turned off the lights and headed to my room. My brother was awake talking on the phone when I went into the bedroom. He just looked at me, and went back to his call. I knew then, I was going to bed with blue balls. I never got off, and I was still hard as a rock. I knew I was going to have dreams, oh sweat dreams of Jason tonight.

Before I knew it, I heard my mother yelling that breakfast was ready. It felt like I just put my head on the pillow, and now it’s time to eat. I got up, headed to bathroom, cleaned up, and headed to eat.

Afterwards, I took a shower, and I was able to jerk off to get rid of my blue balls. Had to do it quickly, don’t want my brother or sister know what I was doing. I hit climax real quickly, and shot out so hard, I fell to my knees. I caught my breath, showered, got dressed and headed outside.

As I was sitting on the stairs, Jason came out of his apartment, and headed downstairs. We hit fist, and Jason asked; “Hey, I am heading to go and play some hoops, want to come?”

“Na, I am no good at it. You would wipe the floor with me!” I said declining the invitation.

“I can teach you. Practice does make perfect!” Jason responded.

“I would take you up on your offer, but I know my mom won’t let me. I was lucky she let me come up last night to watch movies. There’s no way she will let me head out and play basketball.”

“No problem. Maybe next weekend then. I really want to get you out on the court and show you some moves!” Jason said giving me proof that what happened last night was OK, if not forgotten in his mind.

“Sounds like a plan. Look forward to it!” I told him.

Jason winked, we hit fist again, and he headed off in his car. I was relieved that nothing has changed. We talked like nothing happened last night. That’s the way I wanted it.

I was just sitting there kind of stunned over what I did last night. I wanted to do that for a while now, and I finally did it. Man, did I like it. It was everything I thought it would be and then some. I went back inside and planted myself in front of the television.

Around two, I decided to go and pop my head in at Joey’s. He is the one a truly want. I got to his apartment and knocked on the door. Joey’s mother answered the door.

“Hello Ms. Alveraz., Is Joey here?”

“Yes he is Jacob, his in his room. Wait here, and I will call him.”

Joey’s mom walked down the hallway, and a few moments later, Joey came into the living room. He looked as awesome as the first time I saw him. He was wearing a polo shirt, a pair of slacks, and dress shoes. The slacks fit his body just right, snug in the right places, and getting loser as the pant legs go down. He was hot.

“Hey Jacob, what’s up man?’ Joey said in greeting.

“Not much, I just wanted to see if you could hang today” I said hopefully.

“I don’t see why not. What do you want to do?”

“I really don’t know. Maybe go across to the park, and just hang” I suggested.

“Let me ask my mom and see” Joey responded.

Joey headed back down the hallway, and disappeared in the room across from his.

(FROM JOEY’S POINT OF VIEW)

“Mom, can I go out to the park with Jacob, please?”

“I don’t know son. We can’t see you or protect you there.”

“Mom please, I don’t believe anything is going to happen. Those who hurt me don’t live around here.”

“I know son, just we really don’t know Jacob at all. He seems to be a nice guy, but who knows if he is or not. That is what worries me.”

“Mom, he is new here, and at school. He saw what the other students were doing to me at lunch. He ignored them, and still sat with me and ate. Doesn’t that say something about his character?” I pointed out.

“It does. Don’t get me wrong but he still doesn’t know about you Joey. What happens if you both become close friends, and then he finds out about you and he doesn’t like gay people? What if he responds like the other’s have? I can’t go through it again son. I love you so much, I would change places with you, when you are hurting, in a heartbeat. I don’t want to see you hurting so much, son!”

Mom started crying. I made my way to her side and hugged her. I held her until she stopped crying. I look into her face, the care, and love that is there pulled tears to my eyes I couldn’t hide.

“Mom, I know you worry so much, and I know you care about me and Fran. I really do believe Jacob isn’t like that.”

“Make you a deal son, you go back and sit down with Jacob. Tell him what happened last summer, and that you’re gay. See how he reacts to the news. If he is a good person at heart, nothing will change, if not, he will walk out the door. Either way, we will know.’

“Mom, I don’t want to test the only friendship I have.”

“I know son, but that’s the only way we will be secure enough to allow you to leave this house with him. That way, when he finds out about everything, it’s here, and we can protect you more here.”

“Ok mom, I will.”

“I will be watching, just in case.”

“He won’t do anything. He isn’t like that.”

My mom shook her head, and I headed out back to the living room. Jacob was still standing in the same spot he was when I went to my mother’s room. I felt bad for him, he looked nervous.

He looked totally cute. He had on a t-shirt that fit him just right, a pair of blue jeans, not tight but not lose either, and a pair of black sneakers. He is very hot.

“Sorry for taking so long, Jacob. Please take a seat.”

“No problem, thank you.”

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“That’s cool; a Coke will be fine, if you have one.”

I headed to the kitchen, grabbed two cokes, and headed back, sat next to Jacob on the couch, and handed him his Coke. I looked into his eyes, and just melted. All the care I saw in his eyes.

“Jacob, my mom will let me go, but first I need to talk to you about something.”

“Go for it, you can talk to me about anything Joey!”

“Thanks! Please, don’t say anything until I am done. Then you can say anything that is on your mind. Ok?”

“Ok!”

I was really nervous, sweating kind of bad, but I looked up at Jacob and started to tell him about me and what had happened.

“Jacob, I don’t know if you have heard happened to me last summer or not. I know I have hinted around it, but never went into detail about it. So here it goes:

Last June, I was in the quad at the high school, just sitting there, minding my own business. I just finished running the track, and was about to head back home when four of the junior football members came around and saw me just sitting there. They started calling me names, and really ragging on me hard.

I didn’t even know these guys. I was about to be a freshman, so I was getting scared. I looked around, and there was no one around. They kept taunting me, calling me fag this and fag that.” You know what we do with fags here in Texas?” they said.

At that point I was getting really scared, so I got up and started to walk away. Before I knew it, one of them tripped me. I flew to the ground, and my face hit the concrete. Blood started to run down my face as I got up again to leave. I felt tear drops forming in my eyes, but I wasn’t about to let them see me cry.

They knew it. They started shouting how the poor faggot is going to cry. What’s wrong, the fag can’t take a fall? I kept walking, and then another football player appeared in front of me, I didn’t even know where he came from. He pushed me to the ground.

This time I landed on my butt, and hard. Again, I tried to get up, but this time, they didn’t let me. They pushed me down, taunting me. “Don’t faggots like to be on their knees, sucking dick? Stay down there on your knees fag.”

I tried again to try to get up, but once again they pushed me down, and this time they kicked my side and back. It was so hard. I doubled over in the sitting position. They started yelling at me, oh, the faggot wants to try and suck his own dick. I heard they try the weird shit. And then they started kicking me again.

I tried to get up, but couldn’t, they kept pushing me down and kicking me. Then I tried to crawl away, but still, they blocked me. Before I knew it, they started kicking me harder and harder, everywhere on my body. As they were kicking me, I felt my ribs break, I felt pain that I have never felt before in my life. I covered my face with hands, and went into a ball.

The more it seemed that I tried to protect myself from the kicking, they kicked me even more. One of them started to punch me in the gut and face, real hard. The others just kept kicking me. Then I heard them telling one of them to grab a rock, he must have because the next thing I knew, I felt it hitting my head. Felt more blood coming down my face.

At that point I was crying, begging them to stop. But they wouldn’t, they just kept on going. I was screaming out in pain, crying so bad, I was hurting, and they just would not stop.

Before I knew it, someone grabbed my belt and ripped it off. Then, another tugged and ripped off my shirt. Finally they were able to pull down my pants and rip off my underwear. I was crying so bad, begging them to stop. All they did was laugh, and kept beating on me.

I was going in out at this point. I really didn’t know anything anymore. When I was awake, I was begging for my life, crying so hard, but they didn’t listen. One of them went to grab a bat, and started hitting me with it, and another wanted to do something else with that bat.

When they were about to do it, I heard someone yell. I went out again, and when I woke up, the beating had stopped, I looked up, couldn’t really see, because my eyes were already swollen shut, but what I saw was a cop, at least I thought it was.

I went out again. When I came to, I think I was in a ambulance being rushed to the hospital. I went out again. I was told, I didn’t wake up again for over two weeks. The doctors thought I was going to die.

Pretty much either all of my ribs were broken or cracked. I had a collapsed lung on my left side, a broken leg and arm, broken cheek and jaw bone. They knocked out several of my teeth, both eyes were swollen shut. The worst I was told I had was they actually cracked my skull when they hit me with the rock. The doctors say, I was lucky all I had was a concussion, not brain damage. It’s still tender where it cracked.

I stayed in the hospital up till the beginning of August, then came home to get better. The doctors said I was one lucky man, I should have died, with the severe injuries I had. I had a strong will to live. The doctors said that was the only way they could only explain it.

Jacob, I am gay, but I won’t and didn’t hit on them or any straight guy. I know better than that. That’s what they told the cops, and they believed them, and let them go. They almost killed me, all because I am gay. That gave them the right to almost kill me.

So that is why my parents are so protective of me. They don’t want to see me get hurt any more. So that is what happened. I am gay, and if you don’t like me for that, it is best we end it here. I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but I don’t want to get hurt either.”

I looked over at Jacob, and tears were running down his face, he looked like a ton of bricks fell on him. He looked so sad. I felt bad.

“Joey, you are my friend, and a very kind a good person. No one deserves what you went through, no one. And then nothing happened to those who did that to you. I have never told anyone in my life what I am about to tell you, not even my family. I trust it will stay between the two of us.”

“Yes, I will never tell!”

“What you went through is my biggest fear. I am gay also.”

Joey’s eyes just popped open wide when I said that.

“I never told anyone, because I fear getting beaten up or killed. I came to the conclusion that I will stay lonely for the rest of my life for fear of my life! Please don’t tell anyone Joey, please? You are the only one I have told.”

“I won’t Jacob, I promise!”

More tears rowed down Jacobs face, I leaned over, and we hugged for a while. It felt good that I finally found someone I could me with, and not hide or worry about me or him.

I let go, looked at Jacob, and right there, we became closer then I have ever been with another guy. I got up, and started to walk back down the hall.

“I will be right back Jacob. I need see if my mom will let me go out, if you still want to?”

“Yeah, of course I do!”

I got to my mom’s room, knocked on the door, and went in. I saw my mom sitting on her chair, crying. I went over to her, and hugged her until she stopped crying.

“Anytime that story is told, my heart breaks all over again, Joey. The pain I went through that day comes flooding back. My hatred towards those kids gets renewed.”

“Don’t cry mom, please don’t cry!”

“Jacob seems to be the person you said he is. I should have listened to you, Joey. I see in his eyes, he loves you with all his heart, son. He truly loves you.”

“I see that too mom, but please mom, don’t tell anyone about him. Not dad or Fran; no one. He asked that of me.”

“Son, I will never put someone in the position you were in. I won’t speak a word of it to a soul. Whenever he is ready, he can tell people, your sister, dad, and whoever else. It is not our place to do so.”

“Thank you, mom. I love you so much!”

“I love you too, son! And yes you can go out with Jacob anytime. You two must be very careful, please son. This is a bad world we live in.”

“I know mom, and we will, I promise!”

“Promise me as well, if you two ever become a couple, you keep it quiet. Do not tell anyone, just for your safety son, and Jacob’s too.”

“I promise mom, I promise, but that is still a ways off. Right now we are just friends.”

(JACOBS POINT OF VIEW)

So I was sitting there, still with a knot in my throat and another in my stomach. I couldn’t believe what happened to Joey. I knew people hated people like me and him. They think we just woke up one morning, and thought, ‘heck let’s make our lives miserable and choose to have sex with the same sex’. Dammit, it isn’t by choice. Why can’t people understand this? Why?

I was sitting there, thinking over all what Joey had told me and knowing from now on, we will have to be even more careful about what we do. If these five guys got away with what they did, by just simply saying Joey was hitting on them who knows what else they might do in future.

Then Joey appeared taking me out of my thoughts.

“Hey man are you ready to head out?”

I looked up at him, and man he just glows. Joey changed into a black t-shirt, black jeans, and sneakers; once again, those jeans tight in all the right places.

“Yes, lets head on out!’

“What do you want to do Jacob?’

“Anything, just as long as I can stay out of my house for awhile!”

“Cool.”

We headed down the street, across to the park, and just hung out. We talked about all sorts of stuff. What sports we liked, teams we like, how different or same it was growing up. But we never touched on the subject again about last summer or the both of us being gay.

We both liked the Dallas Cowboys for football. We differ in basketball. I liked the Bulls, but he liked the Spurs. In baseball, we met half way, and the only reason for that is, I have two favorite teams, the New York Yankees and the Braves, and he likes the Braves.

Before we knew it, I looked at my watch, and was time for dinner. I told Joey, and wished it wasn’t time. We headed back to his apartment, we shook hands, and I waited to ensure he was safely inside his apartment and I headed home myself.

That evening went by quickly, I showered, got ready for school, and headed off to bed. The alarm clock went off, signaling teh start of a new week. I dressed, ran to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl of cereal, and headed out.

As I made it to Chase’s street, he was once again waiting for me.

“What’s up Jacob the man? How was the weekend?”

“It was cool, and yours?”

“Boring, nothing really happened! I kind of looked forward for school. That is how sad the weekend was!”

“Same here with me!”

We both laughed, and kept walking to school. As we got there, the routine was same as always, heading down to get breakfast. I just nibbled at my food. I sure didn’t want a repeat of Friday. We talked with the guys; no earth shattering news. Then, we all headed to class.

I wanted first period to go by fast, I wanted to see Joey again. Finally the bell rang. Chase and I headed to second period. When we got we found, there in the front, was Joey already sitting at his desk.

I looked at him, he smiled, we bumped fist, and Chase follow behind me, and did the same. We were in our seats when the final bell rang. The rest of the morning went by fast. Now and then, anytime I or Joey could, we talked to each other.

Lunch came around, and we all, including Joey, sat at the same table and ate. Juan was talking about this girl he was going to ask out, and the other guys were trying to give him advice on how to do it. I stayed out of it, and Joey was quiet about it as well.

We headed out to the quad, and stood there talking about pretty much nothing. Then it started, across the quad: “There he is, the fudge packer, the faggot. I guess you didn’t get the hint. We don’t like your kind around here!”

At that point, it looked like half of the football team was coming towards us. I looked at Joey, and you could see the fear in his eyes, how scared he was. I spoke up:

“Hey guys, just ignore them, let’s get out of here.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me!” Chase stated.

We started walking off, but before we could get far, one of the guys, pulled on Joey’s shirt, and slammed him against the ground. I turned around, and walked towards Joey, to block the guys from hitting him. I was nowhere near built like these guys, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.

The other students started chanting, “fight, fight, fight”. I looked at Joey, and he was really scared. He was shaking really bad. I extending my hand, and got Joey up then looked at the guys coming towards us.

“Look at you guys, just one of you is about twice the size of this guy. And there’s what six or seven of you? What men you are, we haven’t had a winning season, for what a decade. I guess the only good you are for is ganging up on defenseless guys. That’s pussy of you all.”

“Better what your mouth, faggot lover, or you will be alongside this faggot going to the hospital.”

“You may be bigger than me, and without a doubt in my mind, you all could take me down, but I won’t go down without a fight and I will take as many as I can with me.”

“I would like to see you do that” they taunted.

“Keep coming and you will see. I am not afraid of you, nor is Joey. Joey is twice the man any of you are. He doesn’t need a gang to back him up, and beat up on smaller and younger kids like you guys!”

“Screw you faggot lover!”

Then a fist came flying towards me. I moved to my right, and he missed. He kind of stumbled. I guess the idiot put his entire weight of his body behind his throw. I stood there as he regained his footing, and threw another punch. I fended it off, and did nothing. Once again, he threw another punch I blocked it off, then I threw my first punch, in fact my first punch in my life, hit him squarely on the chin, and he flew back, but didn’t fall.

He grabbed his face, and looked at me. I think he was more stunned that I actually hit him, than the hit itself. The look on his face was anger, he was about to charge, when another football player appeared, held him back.

“Leave these guys alone Brian. They haven’t done you any wrong!”

“Yes they have. That one over there is the faggot we beat up in the summer, and this one is a faggot lover, who defends this scum.”

“So what? Who cares what they are. Just let it go.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You heard the coach; you get into another fight again, any of you, you’re off the team for good. I don’t know about you guys, I want to win this year!”

Brian just looked at his other players, shook his head, and they headed off. The guy that stopped the fight stayed back, and introduced himself.

“Hey, I am Todd, sorry about that!”

“That’s cool, it wasn’t your fault!”

“Yeah I know, but Brian is an idiot most of the time. Just be careful of him. If he gives you any more trouble, track me down and let me know. I don’t approve of what he did to your friend last summer. It sickens me!”

“Thanks, and by the way my name is Jacob and this is Joey.”

“Cool, got to jet.”

We tapped fist, and Todd ran after the other football players. Then I looked at Joey, he was still shivering, as I was. I patted him on the back and we headed off to find the other guys.

“Thank you Jacob for what you did for me!”

“Not a problem, we have a lot in common. I will always have your back no matter what.”

Joey smiled, and we reached Chase and the guys. Chase just looked at me, and said; “You have some big balls my friend, some certified BIG balls!”

“I tell you something you guys, I was shitting in my pants. Man was I scared, but no one, I mean no one picks on my friends. I will always defend my friends, no matter what the odds are.”

“Still Jacob, that was so damn cool. Plus you actually hit Brian, how cool is that?” Chase continued.

“Not cool if I had gotten my butt kicked!”

We all laughed, and headed in. I kind of felt proud of myself, for the first time in my life I didn’t back down or run. What’s going on with me? Am I that hot for Joey that I would get my brains bashed in to show my love? That is really crazy.

Joey once again thanked me, and finally he looked like he was settled down. Some color returned to his face.

“Jacob, I need to let you know, what I know about Brian, he isn’t going to let this go. He needs to redeem his name and pride. Please be very careful, please!” Chase admonished.

“I will. I know it’s not over. Guys like Brian won’t let it sit unless they win, and everyone knows that he won” I agreed.

At that point, the bell rang for fourth period class, and we all headed different directions except for Chase, Joey and me. We have the same schedule, and so we headed to class. I knew I had better watch my back every moment while I was here at school. The moment I let my guard down, that’s when Brian and his friends will attack.

TO BE CONTINUED……………..

 

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{Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the second installment of my story. I am enjoying writing the story, its bringing memories back. So I hope you like it so far and keep reading the future installments. It is based on my life in high school, just the names were changed, but the location is the same. I included a sex scene in this chapter. I am basing this on my life events, so this really happened. Remember please, this story is more about finding true love, than anything else. There won’t be sex scenes happening every hour on the hour as in some stories. Reality just isn’t that, as we all know.

Keep reading the future chapters, and enjoy, please e-mail me and “Daddy” Rick my Editor, and let us know how I am doing at jacobmillertex@aol.com,

Thanks!}

EDITOR’S CORNER:

Greetings Readers !

Originally, I met Jacob as a reader when I communicated to him after reading several Chapters. Here’s the deal; one can either be a writer or an editor. I’ve never met anyone that could do both! So, I offered to ally with Jacob as his Editor. He weaves a great story, but his thoughts and fingers fly too fast. So, I get the draft and smooth it up for you to have an easy and enjoyable read. This leaves Jacob free to let his creative (I hesitate to use the word with THIS audience, but here goes) juices flowing to weave a great story for you.

As Jacob says, let us hear from you. We love hearing your reactions! Your e-mails are the only “pay” author and editor get for the hours and hours of work that it takes to give you pages of reading enjoyment.

Until next time,

“Daddy” Rick