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 Jake Returns Part 1

   I am a white male suburban resident of Atlanta, Georgia.  My name is
Joe. My family moved here to start an electrical supply business when I was
4 years old.  I never saw much of my Dad when I was growing up.  He worked
long hard hours.  In a way it worked out.  The company is a thriving
success.  Unfortunately for Dad, the strain was too much and he died at
work from a heart attack.  As his only child, I have taken over the
business which provides an abundant living for me and my mother.  Mom has
relocated to Florida to enjoy the warmer weather year round.  When I was a
kid, Jake Zimmerman lived two doors down.  Jake was 8 months older than I
was.  He was a big kid.  He was tall for his age and had dark hair.  He had
broad shoulders and was a good natural athlete.  I was just the opposite. I
was skinny and short and clumsy.  Jake and his family were Jewish, but they
didn't seem to take it seriously except that they didn't celebrate
Christmas and Easter.  Since we were neighbors and in the same grade at
school, Jake and I became playmates at an early age.  When we got to junior
high school, Jake hit puberty before I did.  He talked about getting pubic
hair almost a year before mine "came in".  There was no sex education in
the south in those days.  There is hardly any now.  Jake was the first one
to tell me about jerking off.  When he first used the term, I didn't know
whet he was talking about.  I was very surprised when he whipped out his
cock and explained how it was done.  He didn't actually jerk off.  He just
stroked it for a minute or so to demonstrate the technique while he
explained how good it felt to cum.  Even though his cock never really got
that hard, I was impressed at how large it was.  I tried it later that
night and was overwhelmed with the results.  I jerked off every day after
that.  A couple of days later, Jake asked me how I liked jerking off and I
told him.  After that, from time to time, we talked about it.  The next
summer was long and hot as usual.  I spent a lot of time at Jake's house
because his family had a pool.  It wasn't a great pool.  It was small and
shallow.  But it was a lot better that no pool.  Jake's parents worked, but
they let us use the pool anyway.  I guess that there wasn't much danger of
drowning because you could stand up even in the deep end.  Jake's parents
just insisted that Jake not use that pool alone.  Sometimes Jake would
invite other kids over, but a lot of times it was just the two of us.  On
day, in mid June, when I arrived at Jake's just after lunch, he seemed
really excited.  I wasn't there a minute before he told me that he
discovered something that his Dad had hidden in the garage.  We went into
the garage where Jake got a short step ladder, opened a tall metal cabinet
and climbed up so that he could reach the top shelf.  He reached in and
pulled out a stack of about 25 magazines.  He led the way up to his
bedroom, where he laid the pile on his bed.  He told me that we had to be
careful not to get them mixed up in the stack because his Dad might notice.
Jake handed me a magazine and I started looking through it.  It was mostly
pictures of naked women in various poses.  I had no experiences with naked
females, so this was an eye opener for me.  As I got further in the
magazine, there started to be pictures of men and women naked together.  In
some pictures, the women were handling the men's cocks.  As I flipped more
pages, I found pictures of men fucking women in various positions.  Jake
was busy reading another magazine on the opposite side of the queen size
bed.  My cock was rock hard in my bathing suit and I looked over and could
see through Jake's bathing suit that he was hard too.  At about the same
time, both started rubbing our cocks through out suits.  A couple of
minutes later, Jake said "These mags are too much.  I'm getting really
horny.  Let's jerk off." I was speechless.  But I was really turned on too.
I watched as Jake pulled off his bathing suit and climbed up on the bed. 
Holding the magazine in front of his face, he started jerking his big cock.
A minute later, I gave in and pilled off my suit and climbed onto the other
side of the bed.  Looking a set of pictures of a man and woman fucking
doggy style, I started to stroke my cock.  Jake told me to be careful not
to get any cum on the magazine.  It didn't take too long for either of us
to cum.  Jake moaned and shot his load first.  A minute later, I blew my
load all over my hand.  We really didn't plan ahead so we didn't have
anything to wipe up our cum.  Jake sent me to his bathroom to get a box of
Kleenex.  I carefully walked to the bathroom and cleaned my load up and
threw the used Kleenexes into the toilet and flushed.  When I brought the
box back to Jake, I saw how big a load of cum he shot.  It was all over his
hand and on his stomach.  He must have pumped out three times as much as I
did.  He wiped up and handed me the used Kleenexes.  It felt really weird
to carry his used Kleenexes to the bathroom and flush them.  We carefully
put the magazines back and spent the rest of the day swimming and fooling
around.

   After that day, we started each afternoon with a jerk off session in
Jake's room.  He would pick a different magazine for me each day. 
Sometimes we would have another session late in the afternoon, just before
Jake's parents got home.  Jake always shot almost the same amount of cum
the second time.  Although I could get my cock hard again, I usually
couldn't make myself cum again.  Jake now kept a box of Kleenex by his
bedside, but he still made me carry his used ones to the bathroom and flush
them.  Two weeks later, as Jake and I started our jerk off session, Jake
looked over at me and said "Let me try jerking your cock, Joe." I was taken
by surprise, but I let Jake wrap his hands around my hard cock.  It felt
really good to relax and look at the porn magazine and have my cock
stroked. As I got closer to cumming, I started moaning quietly.  Jake said
"Hold my cock, Joe." I was in no condition to argue and I wrapped my hand
around the shaft of his cock.  It was so much bigger than mine that my hand
barely fit around it.  I knew that Jake wanted his cock stroked too.  So I
started to work his shaft up and down.  It felt good to stroke such a big
piece of meat.  Jake's efforts were working well and a couple of minutes, I
squirted my meager load.  When I was done, Jake released my cock, reached
back and grabbed a couple of Kleenexes and wiped my cum off of his hand. 
Dropping the Kleenexes on the bed, Jake leaned back against the pillows
that were propped against the headboard while I continued jerking him off.
It felt different in a very significant way to have Jake looking down at me
while I worked to pleasure him.  A few minutes of work and Jake tensed up
and spewed cum like a volcano.  I kept stroking slowly until he was done.
Jake handed me the Kleenex box and I grabbed a few and wiped his cum off my
hand.  As Jake watched, I wiped the cum off his cock and stomach.  I then
gathered up all of the used Kleenex, took them to the bathroom and flushed
them.  Jerking each other off became the norm after that.  In our first
session of the day, Jake and I would jerk each other off.  I would always
finish first and then Jake would take his time cumming.  It soon became
apparent that I was only able to shoot one load a day and soon we gave up
trying to get me to cum the second time.  In effect, our second session
each day involved me jerking Jake off.  A week later, Jake started giving
me blow job magazines.  These were magazines where the main theme was a guy
getting sucked off and cumming in a woman's mouth or on her face or both. I
thought that having a woman suck your cock must be like dying and going to
heaven.  I wasn't stupid.  I thought that there might be a reason Jake was
showing me these magazines.  I wasn't really surprised when Jake asked me
to take the head of his cock into my mouth for "just a minute" so that he
could see what it felt like.  I reluctantly took the head of his cock into
my mouth.  I was surprised that his cock had no taste.  The "just a minute"
turned out to be 4 or 5 minutes which included him placing his hand on the
back of my head and gently fucking my mouth.  I was glad when he pulled out
of my mouth and let me finish him with my hand.  After that, his cock in my
mouth became a regular feature of our sessions.  He convinced me to work my
mouth up and down on his shaft while I sucked instead of him fucking my
mouth.  Soon during the second session each day he got me to kneel between
his legs while I sucked.  Jake said that in this position my tongue would
be in contact with the underside of his cock head and this would be more
pleasurable to both of us.  I must admit that kneeling between his legs was
a more comfortable position in general for me.  Next, instead of jerking me
off in the first session, Jake had me kneel between his legs and suck his
cock while I jerked myself off.  I had a Kleenex ready to shoot my load
into.  Jake was right.  I seemed to cum better if I jerked myself off while
I sucked his cock.  That was pretty much the end of Jake jerking me off. 
Sometimes I even managed to shoot another load during our second session
while I sucked him.  Jake kept talking about how the women in the magazines
would let guys cum in their mouths.  He kept pressuring me to try it.  I
kept saying that it was gross and I didn't want to.  After a week or so, I
finally gave in and said that I would do it once.  So instead of pulling
off and finishing him with my hand, I just kept sucking until he shot his
load into my mouth.  The first shot was powerful and a lot of it went right
down my throat and into my wind pipe.  Jake held my head on his cock until
he finished unloading even though I was choking and gagging.  Then I
coughed and spit all that I could get up into a Kleenex.  Jake's cum was
disgusting.  It was slimy, bitter and salty.  Jake said that it felt great
and thanked me for doing it.  The next day he wanted to do it again and I
gave in.  After that it was part of our routine.  I quickly learned how to
close my throat to keep his cum out of my lungs when he unloaded in my
mouth.  Summer was coming to an end.  It was the middle of August and it
was hotter than ever.  One Saturday afternoon, Jake offered to help me fix
my bicycle.  My back derailer wasn't working correctly and we kept
adjusting it but we couldn't seem to get it right.  Jake's Mom and Dad were
in the house so there were no "sessions" that day.  Suddenly Jake said "I'm
so horny that I can't stand it." He unzipped the fly of his short pants and
whipped out his half hard cock.  I had real doubts abut doing this with his
parents in the house, but I could tell that Jake wasn't going to take "no"
for an answer.  I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock.  In
less than ten minutes, he unloaded a bigger than normal load in my mouth.
Just as I began to wonder where I would spit it out, I heard Jake's Mom
yell "Are you out here boys?" Jake flipped his softening cock back into his
pants in a flash and his oversized t-shirt fell down and covered the bulge.
With my mouth still full of cum, I started pretending that I was working on
the derailer.  As Jake's mom entered the garage, I could see no way out of
this other than swallowing Jake's cum.  Before Jake's Mom got to a place
where she could see me really well, I gulped down most of the nasty slimy
mess in my mouth in one shot.  Then I quickly swallowed several more times
to get the rest down.  It wasn't really so bad except for the idea of
eating someone's cum.  Jake's Mom asked him a question about his school
clothes and then left.  When she was gone Jake laughed and then told me
what a great job that I did swallowing his load.  When I sucked Jake off on
Monday, he told me that I needed to swallow his load.  He said that his Mom
was getting suspicious of all the Kleenex we were using.  I knew that what
he was saying was bullshit.  He just wanted me to eat his cum.  When I made
face after swallowing his load, he told me that I would get used to it.  He
was right.  After a few weeks, I did get used to it.  However, it troubled
me a great deal that in one summer I had gone from being a regular carefree
kid, to being Jake's blow boy.



   Continued in Part 2

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