AN: Do my stories feel stagnant to you? I wouldn't normally ask, but it would help if you let me know how the story's going.
The cold tiles of the locker room snapped Jacob back to the present as some nameless character's juice leaked from the corners of his mouth as he tried to hold back the intense unloading.
He had fallen into a trance, only broken at the prospect of choking to death on the large qualities of semen expelled from the less-than-satisfying cock of some highly influential member of the team. Normally, Jacob would savour every moment of taking a straight man's (what is assumed to be) gay-virginity – the taste, the smell, the knees that threatened to give in, and the menacing face that threatened to threaten him in the event this incident got out to the public – and yet, he had blocked it all from his mind and tried his hardest to think of anything but the lower abs his nose was brushing, all the while residual showering water soaked into the denim of his jeans.
As he sunk back onto the grimy tiles, listening to the clinking and clanging of a man hurriedly doing up his belt, Jacob thought back at the last few weeks that had gotten him in that position: regretting his decision to blow yet another guy, and tossing up between another two.
As the blackness of his memory enveloped him on the floor, he watched the boy leaving the locker room, stopping briefly in the centre to assure Jacob, "I'll see what I can do and good luck for tryouts tomorrow." And with a wink, he was gone, and so was Jacob.
...
Jacob's eyelids peeled open, the sun blazing in through his open window, startling him to consciousness – he had liked the way the moonlight lit up his curtains so much that he decided to leave them drawn for the night, letting the cool breeze blow through the dreamcatchers hanging from his bed posts and walls and door knob and any other place that housed a nook on which something may be hung.
With only two and a half weeks until tryouts, Jacob had run again the night before in preparation – this time opting out of inviting Jasper – and had been contacted by Edward who was giving him a lift to school that morning. So without much consideration for what he was wearing, Jacob grabbed a piece of toast resting in the toaster before practically skipping over the crunching gravel beneath his feet to the awaiting car.
"So..." Jacob paused for a moment, looking about the familiar interior before continuing, "is there any particular reason you invited me this morning?"
Edward cracked a smile, watching the road – he was a cautious man – and sighed. A smile often implied good news, while a sigh signalled there was a bad news on its way. Jacob opened his mouth to ask which type of news it was – good or bad – but decided against it and waited for Edward who took another moment to continue.
"It's neither good nor bad," Edward started, apparently guessing that the forehead creases of concern on Jacob spelt 'fear', before elaborating, "well, actually, it could be good and bad at the same time." Edward laughed, as if Jacob's fate was something of a hilarious joke. Upon seeing the unimpressed expression on Jacob's face, Edward divulged his new found information. "I think I figured out something that may help you onto the team... greatly help you," Edward repeated for emphasis, as if Jacob wasn't already sitting on the notes of every word that fluttered out of his mouth.
Jacob's eyes widened in the silence – although Edward had only paused infinitesimally, Jacob couldn't stand to wait: "AND?!" he practically yelled.
Recoiling slightly, Edward explained, "Well I started thinking about ways of getting you onto the team, and Emmett seemed like an obvious choice, what with being the captain and everything, but I realised there is no way you can..." Edward trailed off, smiling as if remembering the immense release Jacob had provided him not that long ago.
"Well that's shit news."
"Not exactly. I mean, I realised after thinking back at everything else the team had done, and his best friend seems to have extreme influence in decisions made by Emmett, including who got picked for last year's tryouts."
"Well that's great news... isn't it?" Jacob asked after a second – he didn't know who this person was, or his probability of sliding his log down another guy's throat.
"That's the thing: I don't know if he'd go there, so it's either good... or bad. Is there another way you could think of getting on the team? Maybe being really good?" Suggest Edward naively.
"I am really good, I just want this to be a sure thing, not left up to fate."
"Ok, well I'll see what I can do with this guy." And with that, they pulled up in the school parking lot.
...
Walking the halls, Jacob often felt as though people were scared of him; if he were ever thinking that maybe people were beginning to stop fearing him, he'd walk through the halls and watch people give him a wide berth, or drastically go out of their way to stay out of his way. He'd often pretend not to care, but he honestly just felt he would feel better if someone bumped into him once in a while.
Lucky for him, that person was James.
"Hey," is what he would have said, had he been a person with normal speaking patterns, however his equivalent – that of a more enthusiastic nod – had sufficed. It had been on the way to his first class as Jacob watched the ground, trying to ignore the people ignoring him, when he had bumped shoulders with someone he had sporadically been thinking about over the last couple of days.
"Hey," Jacob politely said in return, but upon starting off the walk again, a firm hand grasped his elbow to steer him around. Looking down at the hand, it was attached to James – apparently this guy liked to correspond tactilely – who silently aligned Jacob with himself as they began to walk to a class that Jacob later found out they shared. He was unaware of this fact due to James' ever-present silence and Jacob's status at the front of the class opposing James' at the back.
As Jacob turned to sit in his regular seat toward the front of the classroom, he was faced with James' face, quite close to his, and an expression that suggested they sat together.
From the back of the classroom, there appeared to be a world of difference: the lights were a little dimmer and the teacher's voice was more distant. Studying the back of other student's heads was entertaining, but Jacob spent the majority of the first part of the class trying to figure out what was being taught.
Eventually giving up, Jacob settled with copying the notes on the board, which were easier to understand than what was being said. Looking up now and again, Jacob caught glimpses of the ring of empty chairs surrounding himself and James, imagining James scaring them off in the first lesson. He glanced sidelong at James who slouched back in his chair-table-morph-desk, writing lazily and, from Jacob's angle, almost incomprehensibly. His long legs stretched out in front of him, looking as though they were going on forever. Although they were denim-clad, Jacob knew what was underneath and spent no time in drifting off into some weird leg fantasy where he licked James' calves and caressed his strong thighs before moving his head between them, feeling the heat produced from the muscular upper legs fog his brain.
Snapping out of it, Jacob dragged his eyes up the rest of James' body, watching his forearms flex as he wrote down what Jacob had long since cared about. He watched the groves between his triceps deepen when he moved his arm across the page, before shallowing when he relaxed again. Jacob though of squeezing those arms as his mouth squeezed every last drop of-
Snapping out of it again, Jacob returned to writing, realising there was apparently infinite notes with only finite time.
But, who could write some gibberish about gibberish when there was a fine specimen to observe within close proximity?
Jacob looked at the blank face expressing a blasé mind as its owner continued to dutifully copy down white flakes scribbled into a green wall. The high and defined cheeks bones that appeared more wholly as James yawned. The strong jaw that clenched periodically with agony or pleasure or boredom. The lips that looked soft but hard at the same time; gentle but caring, and Jacob pictured his lips on those lips as the previously observed arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, large hands sliding down his back.
Wait, what?! Jacob stopped himself short of some romantic fantasy: it was one thing to sexually fantasise about a man who had demonstrated first hand his physical unavailability, but it was another to think romantically about a straight guy.
"What?" The almost silent question came just before the bell rang, shocking Jacob into the embarrassing realisation that the lips that he had been picturing ravishing for the past god knows how long had been watching him for the past god knows how long.
"Oh, ah, nothing," Jacob replied, accompanied by a laugh that he thought would cut the tension, but only seemed to raise the suspicion higher as James' eyebrow raised higher. "I'll see you round," continued Jacob as James silently packed his things, stoically nodding Jacob as he left the classroom, "apparently I'm going to need to borrow your work book sometime."
Out in the hall, Jacob jumped as, for the second time that day, he had run into someone.
"Hey, I didn't see you in class today," said Jasper, his smile beaming up from the shorter position he was in.
"Oh, right." Jacob had completely forgotten he sat next to Jasper in that class. "Catch up this afternoon?" Jacob asked, hoping he was forgiven.
"Yeah sure," Jasper's smile got even wider, if that were possible, as he turned to his next class.
Jacob did the same, however, his first step was untaken before he glanced back at the individual leaving the classroom; James gave a small wave as he headed in the opposite direction, causing Jacob's skin to shiver leaving goose bumps over his arms and legs.
...
"You look a little bugged," Jacob stated as Edward's car moved into the stampede of other vehicles attempting to make their way out of the lot.
"No, I'm just fine," Edward replied, his voice slightly too high to be believable in Jacob's books.
"Is something wrong?" Jacob inquired, starting to feel concern swell in the bottom of his chest: another suspicious reply and Jacob would start to panic.
"I just saw you with James today in the cafeteria is all, you know, seeing you guys talking and stuff," Edward shuffled out nonchalantly.
"And that bugged you?" Jacob asked, furrowing his eyebrows as the swelling feeling subsided.
"No," Edward answered, "not bug me..."
The silence was Jacob's way of trying to encourage out the truth, which succeeded:
"When you say James has 'one of the nicest dicks'..." Edward confessed while leaving the end of the sentence unsaid. But Jacob, who was containing his shocked laughter at a guy who had hidden insecurities who needn't, remained silent and played dumb, toying with Edward. "Well what I mean is, what's a bad dick like? Well not a bad dick; what defines a good dick?" Edward awkwardly questioned, rambling on as Jacob attempted to respond to these questions before remaining silent for the next question to be asked, revelling in Edward's obvious uncomfortableness. "Well not that either, I don't want to know what a good dick is like. What makes James' dick so special?"
"I think what you're trying to ask," Jacob cut across the monologue, throwing Edward a hand, "is what I thought of your dick?" When there came no reply to either confirm or deny that was what Edward had intended, Jacob smiled and continued. "I said James' dick was 'one of the nicest', not 'the' nicest. You also have a nice dick-" Jacob wasn't lying "-it's a decent size, definitely top ten percent in my books." To this, Edward suppressed a smile, encouraging Jacob silently, "it may not be the thickest, but it sure is long and smooth."
Edward couldn't help but let his smile break across his face. Jacob laughed as he thought about the little things in life that made people happy – and Edward's cock was not on that list; it was on the list of big pleasure givers.
"I mean, that was only a hand job in the dark, I could give it a full analysis now if you'd like?" Jacob's face went mock-serious; a hard feat upon seeing Edward's completely shocked face at the proposition. And, once again, with neither a confirmation nor denial, Jacob went for it.
Watching the road intensely, Jacob reached across and single-handedly unzipped Edward's fly, unbuttoned his cotton boxers and pulled out the cock he had previously been describing. This cock was slightly hard, so either Edward had an attraction to in-car intercourse, or he was getting off on the flattery of his own dick, either way Jacob leant awkwardly across the hand brake and placed the head of Edward's dick in his mouth and massaged the tip with his tongue and plump lips.
While Edward deeply inhaled and swerved the car back into alignment with the road, Jacob thought about Edward's blabbering question: what makes James' dick so special?
Not that Jacob could really answer it, what with not having experienced it fully and all, however, he did feel as though it was pretty special for some reason.
Jacob's mouth widened to accommodate the swelling cock of Edward who gasped and heaved his chest out in time to Jacob's bobbing. The movement of Jacob's tongue over the continually unveiled head had Edward bucking slightly too much for Jacob's liking.
With one long draw, Jacob pulled off the dick, much to Edward's dismay.
"Holy shit!" Edward exclaimed through panting.
"Can we just wait until we get to my place?" Jacob laughed, causing Edward to also.
"Yeah, sorry, a bit dangerous."
On his knees in his driveway, Jacob choked slightly before coming to terms with the full standing length of Edward – a much different length to him sitting. Edward swayed slightly as he stood behind the open car door, blocking the majority of the view from passersby. Jacob looked up through his lashes – something avoidable due to the pole holding his head front on – at Edward whose chest was heaving heavier than before, and whose throat hummed almost embarrassingly loudly, causing Jacob to fantasise about the tight, wet walls of Edward's throat vibrating around his swelling knob before spilling his load directly into his stomach.
As Jacob was a dominate male, he was not a fan of being on his knees like this. He did enjoy sucking dick, sure, but he did not enjoy the frequency in which he was doing it with little return in those recent weeks.
Jacob looked up and saw James staring down at him, the always-stoic face conveying only with his eyes that he was about to explode his circumcised cock's come down his throat. He saw James' large hand running its fingers through his hair. He felt the hand tighten up with a fist full of his hair pleasurably in it.
But Jacob was snapped back to reality when that hand was Edward's, and that the dick was pumping semen at a rapid rate, causing small amount to run down his chin, and only a single drop landed on his pants.
Just as Edward buckled up his pants and drove off, thanking Jacob again in a 'thanks buddy for the casual blow job' kind of way, leaving Jacob with the feeling there was going to be little given in return, Jacob thought about all the James he had been seeing that day, wondering if his mind was telling him he was missing something big in those pants of his.
Just then Jasper came walking down the footpath toward Jacob who remained kneeling on the curb. Jasper came to a halt in front of him. Before Jacob stood up to his full height, he was eye level with Jasper's belt buckle: he was beginning to feel like a milking machine on a production line.
...
Hanging out with Jasper for the afternoon was fun, but a different fun than Jacob was used to. Jacob had become accustomed to the joy of solitude when he was at home; he spent hours fixing things in the garage or anywhere else, with nothing but his music and his thoughts to keep him company.
Hanging out with Jasper was different, firstly because there was another person there, but also because it was an odd combination of male bonding – playing video games and analysing his father's fishing gear who was out of the house at the time – mixed with teenage girl's gossiping about high school.
Eventually Jacob found himself escorting Jasper home. Round a particularly sharp corner in the path, Jasper presented an interrogation to Jacob on his fascination with the football team. Apparently Jasper had been suspicious of the frequent meetings with team members and had decided to inquire what Jacob's motives were.
"I was a footballer at my old school, I just want to get on the team is all," Jacob responded, hoping to deflect the awkward conversation where he confesses his whoring days.
"Oh right. Tryouts are soon, did you know? Are you any good?"
Jacob didn't want to seem cocky with Jasper as he was with Edward, so he replied, "I'm pretty good, I mean, I'm quite athletic." And with that, Jacob flexed his biceps, easily shown off by the short sleeved shirt he was wearing that lay tightly across his upper body.
"So you miss football... that's why you want to get on the team?" Jasper was jogging slightly to keep up with Jacob who was striding confidently, as if he had no worries.
"Yeah, I guess, I just..." Jacob thought for a moment, but his sentence was picked up by Jasper,
"You can't picture life without it?" He guessed.
Jacob thought for a moment about what life would be like without football. The past few weeks had been pretty great and he'd made some great new friends. Maybe if he were on the football team he'd be unable to hang out with Jasper like he was at that moment; his life would be dictated by the captain's training schedule and his own drive to stay at top physical fitness. This thought hit Jacob hard; the prospect of seeing Jasper any less was horrible.
But then again, if he were unable to see Jasper while on the team, the reverse was true for his friendship with Edward or... with James. Jacob thought about being one of the groupies that cheered from the grandstand, always treated as lower than them, never being friends with them again. He would just blend into the crowd of thousands of screaming fans all wanting to be their friend of be their dates. Although Jacob could never physically blend into any background, he felt the same sinking sensation he'd experienced at the thought of losing Jasper. Jacob thought about the rides to school with Edward he would no longer enjoy, or the notion of getting to know James better.
Just then, Jacob's face drained of blood, that particular thought – thinking he couldn't befriend James on a deeper level than just staring at him sexually during class time – was a killer. Jacob watched the ghosts of chances he would never get to make James crack a smile, to feel the warmth in his chest of knowing it was he who made James break down all his defences for him.
"Are you ok?" The question dragged Jacob out of his reverie as he had come to an almost-stop in the middle of the footpath, and for a moment Jacob saw James standing before him, a hand outstretched, causing Jacob's heart to skip a beat before he realised it was Jasper who had asked.
"I'm not sure." Clearly Jasper was concerned for Jacob, it was flashing in his eyes, so he nudged him onward and provoke an explanation. "I'm not sure if footballs the right choice anymore, either way I'm going to lose something." And with that, Jacob shook his head slightly, attempting to dislodge the thoughts of him and James holding each other, knowing it was a cruel and masochistic path to walk down to have a crush on a straight man.
"Would you like to come inside to talk about it?" Jasper perked up, smiling in a supportive way, yet the message reached as far as his weak arms could throw, which wasn't far enough, because Jacob could still see the tremors behind the retinas. Only with that question did Jacob realise he was standing outside a familiar home. He smiled.
Upon being invited inside, sitting on the floor of Jasper's bedroom, Jacob had just finished telling Jasper about the details of the last few weeks, and his most recent revelations.
"Wait, so you gave them all," Jasper finished the sentence with a childish smile and raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, you almost walked in on me and Edward this afternoon."
Jasper's jaw dropped. Shocked, he asked, "So what're their dicks like?"
"Pretty nice-" Jacob wasn't one for detailed recounts of sexual adventures "-James' cut but Edward isn't."
"Really?!" Jasper seemed to be in a permanent state of shock. "I can't believe Edward isn't cut."
At this, Jacob's ears pricked up, "I can't believe James was. Wait, Jasper, are you..." Jacob didn't know if he was breaking a weird boundary here, but he was interested.
"Am I what?" Jasper seemed seriously unaware of Jacob's curiosity. "Am I circumcised?"
"Are you?"
"Yes," replied Jasper, and then it was Jacob who was left to pick his jaw up off the floor. "Aren't you?"
"No; hooded like Robin," Jacob laughed, and Jasper joined in; neither of them knew why they found the situation so funny or shocking, but they continued to laugh and think to themselves about all the other guys who might or might not have been circumcised.
There was a moment of silence before Jasper broken it with a tremor in his voice, "C-can I see it?"
Jacob paused for a moment, making sure he understood what was happening before he traumatised the smaller male. Uncrossing his legs, Jacob extended them out in front of him toward Jasper who took the movement as a positive response; to this, his eyes neither squinted nor widened, but remained trained on Jacob's hands. The hands gentle unzipped the fly of the jeans before plunging in to retrieve the prize.
For a moment Jasper thought Jacob might have been fooling him and wasn't going to do anything, but in his hands – as embarrassed as Jacob was – he held his cock firm and slightly hidden from view, allowing time for the situation to sink in. Jasper involuntarily stuttered a ragged breath when Jacob let go, allowing the heavy organ to fall and lie out across Jacob's jean-covered thigh, pointing slightly to the left of Jasper.
Jasper just stared for a while, looking at the thick meat that matched Jacob's skin tone perfectly – just and smooth and just as muscular – as mustered up the nerve to make the next move. Jacob remained leaning back on Jasper's cupboard, feeling extremely vulnerable in another guy's house with his penis exposed while the other remained fully clothed. Jacob watched as Jasper rose onto his knees, resting back on his heels as his hand extended forward, slowly as if asking permission of Jacob who remained still in reply. Jasper took this positively, crawling on hands and knees between Jacob's outstretched, muscular legs.
Placing one hand on Jacob's right thigh for balance, Jasper used his right index finger to lift the muscle up off its resting place, curling his fingers around it as it gradually swelled. Jacob felt a rush of blood course through his veins, rushing to try and fill his dick as fast as possible, as if his body had been waiting so long for relief and wasn't going to let the opportunity pass by wasting time. As it began to stand up on its own, Jacob and Jasper looked each other in the eye for the first time since its unveiling, there was a hint of awkwardness hidden beneath both of their desire, but for two reasons – Jasper wanted the education, whereas Jacob's was an instinctual, sexual urgency that would provoke him into the situation and was going to get him into trouble.
However, Jacob was in control and was able to see it as the learning experience it was as he encouraged, "go on, pull on it, it's alright." And with that, Jasper gently reached the top of Jacob's rapidly expanding cock – the head of swelling to such a great size that Jasper was soon going to need two hands – and firmly gripped the skin there that he didn't have. Taking a breath for confidence, Jasper slide down the considerable length of Jacob's dick, bring with his hand the loose skin to reveal the pink-ish head of Jacob's cock.
With that, Jacob sighed loudly; having his head exposed to the open for the first time in a long time. Jasper continued but dragging the skin back up over the head, however the skin caught on the newly formed dryness of the head, causing it to roll in on itself, as opposed to sliding like it had on the way down. Upon seeing this, Jasper looked up into Jacob's face which was looking supportively as Jasper. Swallowing nervously, Jasper gave no indication of his next move: lowering his head, Jasper pulled the skin back, exposing the smooth head, which he slid into his mouth.
This took Jacob by such a surprise his hips bucked slightly, catching themselves before they impaled the poor new kid. Jacob sunk back into the cupboard, feeling himself melt into the tingling present on the very tip of his knob, allowing his mind to focus solely on the warm wetness surrounding his cockhead. Although it was clearly Jasper's first time and the blowjob lacked finesse, it was more than satisfactory for his needs. Jacob huffed and clenched his leg muscles and sighed while Jasper slowly lowered himself further down Jacob's cock with each new attempt.
Now Jacob never claimed to have a huge cock, however he was yet to come across a person with a bigger dick. Jacob smiled hazily at the poor luck Jasper must have to get Jacob for a first blowjob – talk about climbing Everest on the first go.
Jacob placed a reassuring hand on Jasper's shoulder, rubbing it gently as Jasper's tongue did the same to the underside of his cock. He slid his hand across Jasper's shoulder, tangling it in his hair. His animalistic instincts were getting the better of him, persuading him to do things he really shouldn't have done to a naive first-timer. Using his superior strength, Jacob gently coerced Jasper to grant his cock access to a more pleasurable depth.
Through the foggy pleasure-haze that exponentially increased with his slight push, Jacob could hear the distant somewhat spluttering of a boy choking on a considerably large cock. Jacob could feel lips lubing-up further and further down his shaft, all while the ridges of his head was electrically rubbing on warmer and wetter surfaces – tighter surfaces.
Eventually Jasper stopped spluttering and his throat opened, allowing Jacob to rest for a moment with his head lodged deeply with the fine man's throat. This allowed him to pull Jasper's head of his cock, slowly dragging up spit for more lubrication as Jacob felt himself being brought even closer to climax. When his cock felt the cool air – signalling his exit into the open – Jacob lowered James' mouth back over his cock... James...
JAMES!
Jacob's was pulled for the second time of the night back into reality, into a world where Jasper was instead of James. Jacob's knob was swollen to exploding point, waiting for one more brush against anything to erupt, as he stood up abruptly. In one swift motion, Jacob apologised to Jasper – he was glad he had caught himself before making the whole deed official – tucked his extremely large and extremely hard member back into his tight jeans (with extreme difficulty) and left the room. With only a slight sidewards glance did Jacob see a confused young man kneeling on the floor in the middle of his room.
Jacob ran the whole way home – hard cock and all – and collapsed on his bed before he could think about the position he had just put himself in: he owed Jasper and explanation (and a blowjob for that matter) and his brain or heart or dick or something kept pushing him towards James.
Lying fully clothed on his bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the frustration building in his pants, Jacob sighed as he realised the feelings he had for James, and the feelings Jasper had for him.