Jake moaned in his sleep as he remembered the gasp Aaron made as he arched his back to offer his tender buds to Jake’s hungry mouth. Jake had undone Aaron’s jeans and his large gentle hands were filled with the strong creamy flesh of Aaron’s ass. Jake couldn’t help but stroke his length as the thought of Aaron’s hands making their way to his own jeans to relieve some of the pressure against his swollen cock. His mind was picturing his taking a hold of Aaron’s hip and lifting him up so he could slide his jeans down his lean thighs freeing his lover’s fully hardened member. He watched as Aaron stood to remove his shoes and the rest of his clothing only to take hold of the tree as Jake began slowly stroking his cock. Aaron batted his hand away and made Jake do the same, only Aaron quickly got on his knees and took Jake fully, making him moan a bit louder in his sleep at the remembered feeling of Aaron’s mouth swallowing his cock. It only took the mere thought of Aaron’s mouth to bring a smile to his lips and a hardness to his cock. Jake enjoyed his dreams of Aaron.

He could still feel the roughness of the bark against his skin as he looked down at his lover’s bobbing head easily taking his thick ten inch cock. That amazed him most of all. Aaron had an uncle that was a professional sword swallower and when he was younger, he taught Aaron how to do that. Aaron learned very well. He ran his fingers through his hair as dark blue eyes looked up at him. His hand gained speed as he remembered watching Aaron stretch himself, having taken the lube from his pants pocket while pleasuring his lover. Aaron could always tell when Jake was close. He backed off and smiled up at him. Jake sat down and drew Aaron astride him again for a passionate kiss. Jake’s head pushed back into the pillows as he rolled onto his back stroking himself faster as in his dream he watched Aaron lower onto his length. His moans got louder as he remembered the heated grip of his lover’s sheath as he watched Aaron toss his head back riding him with wanton abandon. Jake gripped himself tighter and pumped faster as he took Aaron’s length in his hands and stroking him to their mutual climax both in the dream and actuality.

That’s when his mother chose to come in, “Jake what’s wrong? Are you not feel--,” she stopped as she had walked in on what would have to be the most embarrassing moment in a teen male’s life—him getting off, “Jacob Michael Tervan just what do you think you’re doing!”

Jake’s eyes flew open and he looked at his mother only to close them again as his climax chose that moment to take over his body. The light blue bed sheet began to turn dark as it absorbed his seed. For a few moments Jake could only breathe deeply as the orgasm rushed its way through his body. Then he came back to the reality that his mother had just walked into his room. He risked opening his eyes to see if he imagined it but no, it was real. Katlin Tervan was indeed in his bedroom wide-eyed and open-mouthed which soon turned into the angry mom look.

“I want you dressed and downstairs immediately young man!” she said and stormed out of his room.

Jake stared at the ceiling, “Oh shit.”

Minutes later Jake was coming down the stairs. He caught a glimpse at his younger sister Amber as she was making her way out the door. She turned back to him and mouthed, ‘Good luck’ to him before closing the door. Yes, Jake was not having a good start to his day. He walked into the kitchen and found his mother sitting at the table, her untouched coffee sitting in front of her. If given a choice, Jake would easily pick the Spanish Inquisition over his mother. The morning paper was neatly folded and sitting in the place that his father occupied signaling that he had already left for work. Even better.

Jake took a deep breath, “Good---,”

“Jacob Michael I am ashamed of you, doing such acts like that under our roof. Are you and Alison fornicating out of wedlock?”

Jake sighed. His parents were definitely old school when it came to relationships. Every time Alison was over they were never alone. He could only get away with holding her hand and giving her a kiss on the cheek and even that made his mother scowl at him from time to time. He didn’t mind that. He didn’t like kissing women anyway. He liked kissing Aaron, his boyfriend of almost four years. It was a closely guarded secret that only select people knew. His parents were almost vicious when it came to the topic of homosexuality. He found that out when he was younger and he overheard her telling Andrew that he had better not be associating with any of those ‘filthy creatures’ at his school. A prank had taken place at West Giliam that involved people caught in compromising positions of a homosexual nature had just aired on the news. He was surprised that his parents allowed him to attend ‘Prank High’. They understood his passion with track and field and West Giliam had the best program and good standings academic wise.

“No mom,” Jake said, “I’m not having sex with Alison, we’re still virgins.” It was true, he was a virgin…with women “It was just a dream that’s all.”

“And what were you dreaming about to compel you to do such a thing,” she said sternly.

“Mom it’s normal for a guy to do that.”

“Not in this house.”

He knew there was no arguing with her. It would only serve to make things worse, “Yes ma’am.”

“Hurry along or you’ll be late for school. And don’t let me catch you doing that again.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said and grabbed his keys and left.

Jake got in his truck and made his way to school. He pulled into a drive-thru and ordered a quick breakfast and was on his way, munching on the sausage biscuit and listening to the mindless droaning of the morning radio dj’s. Jake’s mind was so out there he forgot to stop and get gas on the way to school. He passed the last gas station before school three miles back when his truck sputtered and the engine stopped. He maneuvered his ’77 Silverado over to the side of the road and switched off the key. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair and sighed. He thought about calling Aaron, but remembered that Aaron was doing a presentation at his school that morning. He looked at the time on the radio and sighed again. He got out and grabbed the gas can and made his way back to the gas station.

Jake was fortunate that on his way back to his truck one of the officers that knew his brother stopped and gave him a lift. ‘At least that was good,’ he thought as he waited for the gas to empty into the tank. He only had to walk four and a quarter miles instead of six. When he finally arrived at school it was during second period class. Jake hoped that his English teacher was in the teacher’s lounge doing something or had his back turned to the door as he walked down the empty halls. When he appeared at the doorway he was met with a disapproving glare as his teacher chose that exact moment to look in that direction.

“Shouldn’t you be making your way to detention?” his teacher said.

Jake sighed, “Heading there now,” he said and kept walking down two more doors to that period’s detention room. He walked in and took a seat after the teacher in charge took his name.

“This is not my day,” he mumbled.

“No talking.”

Jake sighed.

His third period class was art. He had a fondness for the class and his teacher was funny…and a klutz. Jake was working on a profile of his ‘girlfriend’ when the teacher tripped. She managed to catch herself, but when she went to sit down a can of paint thinner, she knocked over a loosely closed jar of superglue right onto an open bag of glitter that was right behind Jake. Jake didn’t want to acknowledge the feeling against his back as his day was sucking so far until he felt the art teacher successfully failing at cleaning up the mess as she bumped the table into his back. He reached back and came in contact with glitter and his shirt that was now stuck to his hand. She started a string of apologies as she grabbed the solution for the superglue. He ignored the stares and cat calls that were made when he pulled off the shirt so the glue wouldn’t seep in and stick to the skin on his back. Even the art teacher was blushing at his sculpted upper body. Jake looked at his hand where his shirt and wifebeater that was stuck to his shirt to see the damage that was done. It was his favored ‘Green Day’ shirt now complete with red glitter. “Hey why don’t we draw Jake instead,” one of the females said out loud. That got giggles out of the other females and groans out of the guys. The art teacher blushed harder as she put the solution on his hand. He had to sit there for a few minutes while the solution worked. He looked up to find that some of the students in the class were in fact drawing sketches of him. He looked to the teacher but she just shrugged and kept blushing.

“I c-can see why they would want to sketch you,” she said shyly, “Y-you have w-wonderful muscle d-definition.”

Jake sighed.

By the time class was over, Jake had a ruined shirt, several sketches of him, and had to walk down the hall full of students bare-chested…not that many people minded. He cut a striking figure walking down the hallway with his backpack slung over his shoulder. Many of the females were taking notice, even saying hi to him even though they knew he was taken, eyes roving over his form. Jake felt like he was on display in a meat market.

“Making a new statement today Jake?” Mr. Nikas said as he passed by the main office door.

“Not on purpose Mr. Nikas,” he replied, “There was an accident in art class that wrecked my shirt.”

“I’ll bet the ladies liked that,” Mr. Nikas said smiling.

Jake gave him a tired smile, “They did.”

“Well you better hurry and get covered or Alison will have a time beating all those women away.”

Jake shook his head and headed for the locker room. This really wasn’t his day. He went to his next class wearing his track jersey, ‘It’s better than nothing,’ he thought as he sat down. He noticed the females were looking at him with small pouts. Rumor mill spread that one like wildfire. He sighed and put his head in his hands as he waited for class to start.

“It’s nice to see you’ve found something to wear Jake,” Ms. Andecker said as she came into the room. The class let out a ripple of giggles, she among them.

“Lovely,” he said quietly as the giggles died down.

“I hear that the artwork of today will be on display at the art festival later on next month,” she added.

“Fuck I hope not,” he mumbled.

“What was that Jake?”

“Nothing.”

Class was not over with fast enough. Thankfully he had lunch. Unfortunately his mom was off today and if he came home in the middle of the day there would be even more questions so he stuck with the track jersey. They had a home meet that day anyway. His next classes brought some of the pouts but by that time he just flat out ignored their looks. His last class was weightlifting and he didn’t have to worry about the women in that class since they were all Amazons and knew what he looked like. They gave sympathetic smiles and hugs as they undoubtedly knew about his impromptu modeling in art class. When the bell rang for the end of the day Jake changed into the rest of his uniform and went out to the stadium and made his way over to the shot and discus pit. He got there and leaned up against the fence and took deep breaths, “Man this day just sucked.”

“Hey Jake,” Sage said coming up to him, “How’s it goin’?”

“I’ve been better,” he responded looking up at the clouds.

“Yeah, I heard about the art class thing. Better not tell Aaron lest he get jealous that chicks were eyein’ the goods.”

That made Jake smile for the first time that day, “Thanks Sagie. I needed that.”

“It’s the least I could do. You seemed like you were havin’ such a lovely day.”

“That’s the truth. First my mom, then I run out of gas on the way to school, then art class. That was my favorite shirt, too.”

“Aw, well maybe Aaron can get you another one…Maybe some lovin’ as well.”

Jake smiled again, “That I could really use right now.”

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