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Oh yeah. The guys in this story might not be using rubbers, but they aint
real. You are. Practice safe sex.

Keep it real.

Anfernee Williamson.

Do not distribute or reproduce this document, all or in part, without
express permission of the author. (c) January 30, 2001, Anfernee Williamson

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FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING


Jacob hated crowds. 

He hated parties.

Which lead to the though, for the countless time that night, of why he was
there. Yet another mindless gathering of the locals in his area. Same
place, same time. It was always the same.

Jacob seemed to be doing a good job of sitting unnoticed in what passed for
a lounge in this house. Crammed with drunk, or nearly drunk brothas and
sistas. The loud thump of the stereo system, which continued to be Jacobs
second heartbeat over the hours he had spent sitting there. The lounge was
too crowded, far too hot. It stunk of beer and sex waiting to happen.

The big brotha made the move he'd been contemplating for hours. Finally
pushing up from the small window seat. He'd sat there far too long. Sipping
the same dry beer that he'd picked up when he'd come in. Watched mindlessly
as the night dragged on, at the guys and girls that had come into the room.
Some of them familiar, others not. Being a Purebreed strong house, he
wasn't surprised there were plenty of faces that he didnt recognize as
local.

He hated crowds. He hated THIS. But what else was there?

Jacob drained the glass of the beer and put the cup back down on the window
sill. He hunched his shoulders, made an eye on the door out into the
hallway. Stayed intent as he pushed his way though the throngs of fairly
faceless people who'd gathered for this particular version of 'this night'.
They might as well have been faceless to him. He grunted slightly as a
burly brotha thumped heavily into him, apologized in a friendly, yet
slurred voice. Jacob nodded back, all but shoved himself the short distance
to the door.

Anything to escape the heat and sound. Jacob glanced right as his eye was
caught briefly, as he entered the hallway. He turned back just as quick,
walking the short distance to the open front door. Rather not wanting to
see the scene that was all but implanted on his mind for the while. A light
skinned brotha, a Purebreed by the red about his head, getting head from a
girl. Slut.

Jacob let out a long breath as the cool shock of the outside came to him.
He took the concrete steps down to the mattered front lawn. The broken
pathway all but overgrown with faded grass. The air here was at least
cooler. Fresher than that he'd breathed in for most the night. He shoved
his hands in his baggy jeans pockets, all but sucking in the cool air of
the night. He felt the light spat of rain against his face, saw the shine
of the wetness that had gathered about the street in the broken
streetlights above.

Why the fuck did he keep doing this?

Jacob let out a breath as he glanced right. The side of the house, the
broken fence and the line of houses beyond. They seemed to go on endlessly
into the night. He thought it as good a place as any to rest. It might as
well have been the seat he'd been in most the night, in terms of how out of
the way it seemed to others. At least here it was quiet. Quieter. And cool.
Jacob leaned up against the house, just up from the corner. Staring at the
ground as his mind sorted out where the hours had gone.

It was frustration more than anything else, he realized. Frustration at the
unending days. Day after day, melting into weeks as he forgot what month it
was, let alone what days. Everything the same. It was numbing, almost
depressive. He did anything to escape the prison that he found himself in.
As much a prison of the mind, as the one of the ghetto he spent his days
in.

His life was slipping away. Jacob did whatever he could to find some brief
respite from the seemingly endless repetition that he found himself in.
Even this escape had seemed to have been caught in the quagmire of boredom
that had become his life. Like a strange immortality. His life felt
endless.

Jacob stared back up at the dark sky again. The clouds that raced overhead.
He glanced back to the door as he noticed a lanky black kid come out, a
satchel slung over his shoulder. He took him in blankly as he crossed to
the front of the lawn, mounted a bike. Pushed off into the depths of
Bradfords suburban ghettos.

What it would be like to just leave. Maybe that was it? What if he just got
on a bus and went somewhere. The idea seemed almost thrilling for a moment.
Just go anywhere in Bradford. Roam. Just exist somewhere other than here.
The idea seemed bright in his mind, but the damp lethargy of his existence
dimmed it. Laziness. A preoccupation with the here and now. And endless
staring into a blank future.

Jacob breathed in another slow breath as he watched the kid head up the
street. Disappear. Physically Jacob was a lot lighter than most who came up
in this crib every few days. He would almost pass for white. Usually did,
much to his dissatisfaction. His hair was typical ghetto styling. He took
pride in his hair, what little features that made him more black than he
looked. Long thin cornrows that cut back across his head, braiding out into
long braids that dangled about his shoulders. Some of them fell down about
the front of his shoulders.

His features were as thin, a slightly thicker nose that hinted at his
darker blood. Dark eyes that seemed to look, but took in almost nothing.
Passing off what life presented before him, almost casually. A face that
was handsome, but long in an almost perpetually bored expression. An ever
so light goatee touching his light features.

His attire was all ghetto. His baggy blue tshirt, emblazoned with the
jagged script of graffiti, proclaming a well known DJ competition, to those
who could read it. In part, the one thing he used to find escape in,
before. A passion that seemed to have become deadened in the endless days.
It hung about largish shoulders, not so much muscled big, as just in size,
the brotha standing just over six feet tall. Baggy light blue jeans sagged
about his hips and legs, hanging on the tongues of his black boots.

His 'good clothes'. For going out. Or as out as this was. Actually just
down the street. Anyone who happened to be passing by, and wasn't latino or
known as an enemy of the Purebreeds was free to come in. Its how Jacob had
hit on the place at first. A big guy by the name of Shawn had welcomed him
in. Told him to drink as much as he liked. Perhaps find himself a 'fuck'
for the night. He'd hit up with him a few other times, as busy a guy as he
seemed. He later found out he was a big name in the local Purebreeds.

As seductive and appealing as joining a gang and getting the thrill of life
and death on the streets was to some, it didnt interest Jacob. He avoided
this place other than the nights when the place lit up in a party. The bass
and heavy pound of the music was hard to miss.

Jacob pushed up from the wall of the house. Prepared to call it a night.
The bassy drone of Snoop Dogg started inside, getting a holler from the
boys in the lounge. Jacob didnt even have an idea what time it was, but
anywhere was better than here right now. He noticed a lanky kid come out of
the front door. Glance about. He nodded in his direction as he saw him,
Jacob nodding back as he headed over his way.

"Wuddup?"

"Not much," Jacob replied back. He could see the kid had a blunt in his
right hand, held between thumb and finger, along his palm. Sheltering it
from the light spats of rain that still continued to fall.

"Too fucking loud up in there, huh?" 

Jacob nodded, almost smiled. He let himself lean back against the wall of
the house. He didnt have any place better to be. He thought the
conversation was a welcome thing after the almost wordless, and noisey
night that had passed.

"You got a light?" the kid asked.

Jacob nodded, and fished one out of his jeans pockets. He passed it over,
getting a quick, quiet thanks from the kid. Jacob glanced him over as he
cupped the flame of the lighter from the cool breeze of the night, and
began to start pulling on the blunt.

He was lanky, almost as tall as Jacob was. His clothes all but swum on his
frame. Lean, yet he still looked to carry a bit of weight, despite the size
of his clothes. Light tan cargo shorts billowed about his legs, a black
tshirt hanging well low on his body, giving the impression perhaps he
raided his bigger brothers wardrobe for the night. He didnt look too young.
His light, yet darker than Jacobs features, and slicked black hair almost
made him look latino, which made him wonder. Jacob noticed the long green
pendant of some sort hanging about his neck.

"Thanks man," the kid handed the lighter back, puffed a thick cloud of
smoke from his mouth. "A party aint no place to light up a blunt. Too many
times to pass around, you know."

Jacob pocketed the lighter again, nodded quietly. He hung quietly against
the wall, as the kid passed him the blunt. He smiled, nodded back, taking a
short, hard toke.

"My names Devious," he stated, shaking Jacobs hand. "Well Dwayne, just call
me D. Anyways cool."

"Jacob," Jacob replied. He passed the blunt back, feeling its warmth
filling his lungs already. Shielding against the cool breeze of the night.

"Yeah, pretty crap party, huh?" Dwayne said, taking another toke. "I came
all the way out here. My friend gave me a ride. I think the muthafucka's
bounced for the night. Don't think Im gonna be making it back home
tonight."

Jacob breathed out heavily, nodding. Dwayne seemed cool enough. Mindless
conversation. He decided to stay more for than just the blunt that he was
obviously going to share to the end with him, should he decide to stay. It
came back his way again.

"What about you?" Dwayne asked. "You from around here?"

"Yeah. Just up the street, actually."

"You stay with your folks?" he asked. Jacob passed back the blunt again,
letting the smoke stay in his lungs a moment longer before breathing out.

"No. Got a place by myself. Small, but its mine, you know?"

Dwayne smiled, nodded, "Fucking primo. Be good to get out on your own. Im
still staying with my folks."

"You latino?" Jacob took his chance to ask. Dwayne let out another long
breath of smoke that carried on the night air.

"Nah man. Maori. Pacific islander. You?"

"Latino? No. Im half black. Doesn't show much." Jacob added almost darkly.

"Shows to those who know," replied Dwayne. "Figured you were."

Jacob nodded back, feeling some small burn of pride within himself as the
conversation fell silent for a while. He let a smile touch his light
features as he leaned back up against the wall of the house again. Stared
up into the cloudy, dark sky. The rain seemed to have given up slightly.
Jacob welcomed the coolness against his face. It seemed to clear some of
the headache that was threatening him from the endless hours inside. Or
maybe it was the weed.

"So what you doing outside?"

Jacob glanced back over, "Getting some air. Might head back home I think."

"Yeah, Im just waiting a bit. I got me some honey that wants me to fuck
her," Dwayne smiled coyly. "Fucking freak. She wants me to come back in
five or so minutes, so I thought Id get loosened up for it. You know?"

Jacob managed a smile back at the kids joviality, the playful tap on his
arm he gave him. He seemed a strangely open person, perhaps it was just the
weed. Jacob usually ignored this sort of bravado. He took another toke as
Dwayne passed the blunt back to him.

"Fuck man, you ever fucked a bitch in the ass?" he asked quietly, almost
darkly. He seemed almost unbelieving. "That's what she wants me to do to
her man. Fuck, I've never don't that shit. What about you?"

"No," Jacob answered honestly. He left it at that. Already feeling a little
flushed. It was probably showing on his light face too.

"Im cool getting it however she wants to give it up." Dwayne was still
smiling, although it didnt look like the dopey smile of the gunja. He
seemed to strike on an idea, tap his arm again as Jacob passed back the
blunt.

"Why don't you come up with me, bro? Shes a big enough freak, probably.
Probably wouldn't care how many niggas were up in her. Im already guessing
I aint her first tonight."

Jacob flushed quickly, passing the whole idea off quickly in a slight
stutter of words. "Ah, its cool. Im just heading home."

"Oh you got some ass at home already?"

"No."

"C'mon then bro. We can both hit her. Its all good." Dwayne replied. Jacob
could see the sincerity in his face. It was an honest and open offer, no
bragging street bravado. Just a kid probably eager at the idea of sex, and
happy to share easy gotten gains.

"Ah ... no, its ok," Jacob pushed his hands back into his pockets again.

"Ok then. Just thought Id ask, you know. You seem cool enough."

Jacob stared across the street, looking at nothing as the conversation died
again momentarily. He found his mind troubling him again. Do it. Fuck this
whole thing. Fuck her. Hes offering you some ass, why not just go for it?
When you going to get the chance this easy again? Jacobs fragile, still
virgin sexual existence, guarded by shyness more than anything was being
hammered at by the frustration of his every day life. This was the chance
to try something new. He guessed, like every other escape he'd try, it
would fail to lift him.

"Ok. Im game." Jacob said. Dwayne smiled back, clapped him on the shoulder
lightly.

"Cool," he dragged on the last of the blunt and flicked the remainder on
the ground, pushing it underfoot. "She told me to hit her back up inside in
a bit. Might as well head in now then, if your game."

"Yes, I am," Jacob replied quietly. His face still felt hot, despite the
cool night air. His hands were tight in his pockets. He felt all his
natural instincts in this sort of situation quickly fisting him up tightly.

Dwayne headed back towards the front door, Jacob quickly following in tow.
He steeled his mind slightly. Still somewhat misunderstanding of what was
really going down. What had suddenly taken in such a few short moments.
That he was heading inside with some stranger to have sex with a girl he
never knew. He would never have expected life to give him such a strange,
sudden turn. It left him off guard.

Jacob felt the hot rush on the house wash over him again as he followed
Dwayne back inside. He followed him the short distance to the first door on
the left, watched him knock sharply, three times. He smiled back at him,
Jacob nodding, hanging as cool as he could. Was he shaking? Or was this
just the heat inside the house again? The door unbolted from the inside and
opened slightly before he could think any further. Dwayne stepped inside.

Jacob followed. Breathed in deep.

The lanky maori closed the door, pushed the bolt closed. Jacob took in his
surrounds quickly. It was dark, a shelter that was somewhat more relaxed
and comfortable than outside. He could still feel the bass thumps from the
room just across the hallway. He watched as Dwayne passed him, headed over
to a double bed where a naked ass was moving back onto it.

"You bought a friend," came a female voice. Jacob stared back, seeing her
moving face up on the bed. Naked. Totally. She reached over to flick on a
bedside light, which only served to illuminate her female form more.

"Yeah, that cool?" Dwayne asked.

"Course its cool baby," she smiled in reply. Jacob was frozen near the
door. "Anything for you." She commented a moment later. "Your friend going
to come over?"

Dwayne nodded in Jacobs direction. He caught himself, still taking in the
girls form. Long, full in all the right places. Her hips, breasts, ass. She
was a light skinned black, her long hair tied back. Jacob could feel her
eyes on him every step he took towards the bed. His mind was numbed to what
he was doing. It was like he had switched on to auto pilot, letting the
ride he was on just play its course. He didnt feel comfortable here. Not
with what he saw in front of him.

"Hes nice," she commented with a smile. Jacob felt her attention bulge his
groin slightly. "How you want to do it baby?"

Dwayne was already on the bed, lying partly on his side. Seemingly eager to
begin. He slipped a hand onto her breast, something that got a wide smile,
a slight chuckle from her. Jacob felt the rush of his breath, finally
taking his hands out of his pockets as he sat on the opposite side of the
bed. Feeling out of place anywhere else.

"You still want it up the ass?" Dwayne asked. His hand worked slowly on her
breast, catching a tight groan. Jacob stared. It looked almost like an act,
the way she leaned back slightly. Moved her legs. The moan.

"Anything Devious. I was so serious when I said I wanted you to be my
first," she gave Jacob a long, slow smile as the lanky maori continued
squeezing and gripping her breast. Moving better against her. "How about
your big friend fuck my pussy while you do my ass? Would you like that?"

Jacob didnt realize the question was directed at him. He looked over,
seeing Dwayne's eager face. The way he was already turning her on her side,
away from him. He didnt waste time, or perhaps both of them were just so
much more eager for this than he was. For some reason Jacob didnt feel the
same urgency and rush that he was seeing play out in front of him. He all
but flinched as the girl began to work the fly of his jeans.

"Come here baby, let me treat you good."

Jacob groaned slightly. This was too fast. All of it. He wasn't ready for
this in the least, yet most of his mind was fatalistic to the point. Fuck
getting yourself out of this. Who gives a fuck. Just do it. He could never
find the will to pull himself out of the boring existence he was in. He
couldnt find the will to stop this from happening either. As strange, new
and almost uncomfortable as it felt to him.

The big guy moved forward slightly, laid on his side. He grunted as the
girls hand moved into the loose confines of his jeans. His cock was already
growing hard. About him, an orgy of sexual lusts was already starting to
fall. He found his eyes trying to look elsewhere, his heart pounding almost
as loud within as the rumbles he felt thump the house outside the room. He
saw Dwayne, seemingly concentrating on his shorts a moment. He stopped to
sit up awkwardly, pull off his baggy shirt.

Jacobs eyes took in the guys body, slowly, as he lay back down again. Those
long, smooth, light brown slopes. He found some solstice there for some
reason. In the guy that was busying himself behind the girl that was
already working free his cock. He grunted as he felt it pull free of his
jeans finally. He stared at Dwayne's face, locked in concentration down at
his own groin.

"Oh baby, your so big!"

Jacob heard a chuckle from Dwayne. "Hes big baby, you can take him. And me.
We can do this."

"Oh you know I can, Devious," Jacob missed the glance she gave him. His
eyes trying to find somewhere comfortable to look. He saw his throbbing
organ in her hand. He was shaking.

"You got a rubber, Jacob?"

He glanced back to Dwayne, finding almost welcome relief in the maoris
seemingly ordinary question. He saw the kid toss something over his
shoulder, then pass him a small square. He heard the girl giggle at bit,
squirming between the two of them. Jacob almost wanted to shout at her,
tell her to stop. He found himself not liking the idea of what he was about
to do.

"Roll that on." Dwayne said. Jacob took it, tearing open the packet
quickly, intent again in a sudden rush of enthusiasm. For some reason
having Dwayne there was almost encouraging. He did as the maori told him.
The girl was already unbuckling his belt, opening his jeans.

Placing the wet, almost clammy ring about his head, Jacob tried to pull it
down. His shakey hands made the task difficult enough. Lying on his side
made it even harder. He heard almost comforting words from the girl, saw
her hands move down on his cock again. He already knew he didnt know what
the fuck he was doing.

"Squeeze it on the top," she explained quietly. "Roll it down."

Jacob stared past her face, ignoring her as she began to start working the
condom down his hard cock. He felt the almost painful tightness of the ring
of rubber as she worked it down his length. It felt uncomfortable. Far too
tight. It felt like something cold and clammy clinging to his dick.

"There you go, baby," her words were almost soothing as she encouraged
Jacob closer. He realized how close to Dwayne that was pulling him. His
breath felt tighter. Her body didnt feel as good against him as he would
have thought. The closeness and contact was uncomfortable. He saw Dwayne's
light body, his chest against her back.

The girl let out a cry that Jacob was unready for. He saw Dwayne's face
tighten, his hand on her hip as he seemed to thrust upwards with his own.
Jacobs felt the sweat about his face as he realized, felt his cock brushing
against the girls pussy as she pulled him forward again, almost on top of
her. Jacob ignored the girl. He focused on Dwayne as the lanky maori pushed
up again, a long, slow shove that drew an equally long groan from the girl.

Sweating heavy under his shirt, feeling his cock throbbing almost
painfully, Jacob felt a strange sexual thrill. The girl lay there on her
side, moaning, panting. Dwayne equally so, all time seeming to stop for a
moment as the two lay. Far from lovers in the short, brutal act Dwayne had
pushed upon her. Something that she seemed far from regretting, Jacobs own
cock mere inches from her front entrance. As she lay impaled on another
cock already from behind.

"Come on baby," she smile weakly. Jacob could see the short shoves had
taken their toll. She was gritting back the pain for the while. Jacobs arm
went over her body, onto Dwayne's. He didnt complain, almost watching as
the big guy felt his head sink in.

It felt wet, worse than the condom. Her pubic hair scratched at his skin
there, as her pussy swallowed his long cock inside. Jacobs eyes widened,
seeing Dwayne's strangely contented expression before him. His cock sunk
easily to its full length inside her, surrounding him in a suffocating wet
warmth. He didnt like the feeling, or that of her breasts pushed tight
against her chest.

Jacob was disbelieving. Of all of it. He was loosing his virginity to some
slut at a party. Where he lived, that was the most likely way.

Dwayne's face began to tighten again as his body began moving slowly. It
caused her to moan more. Jacob ignored it all. Shut himself off against the
feelings he had. The clammy wetness about his cock, giving in to the warmth
about it. The feeling of the girls body pressing against his. He shut it
all out, knowing the only way out, and he wanted out, was to finish what
he'd started. Only now did his mind seem to want so strongly to leave. Only
now when he was nine inches inside a girls pussy.

The girls moans began to build with Dwayne's thrusts. Jacob welcomed her
silence verbally, her encouragement she'd given earlier. She seemed to be
ignoring all but the pleasure, which was fine with Jacob. He saw Dwayne
begin to move fluidly up against her, something that looked far more
natural than his own short, stabbing, jerked thrusts. He realized his hand
was on Dwayne's shoulder. His eyes on his face. Dwayne's own were closed,
ignorant of Jacobs stare.

Dwayne looked good. He looked good fucking. His half naked body, thrusting
against hers. The moans that escaped her lips, in answer to the strong,
controlled strokes within her ass. Jacob realized it with a single
mindedness. This strong young maori kid. In his enthusiasm and experience.
Doing what he wanted, taking some sluts ass, enjoying it. That in itself
seemed to arouse Jacob no end.

His strong confidence. His knowing what he wanted. His taking of it.

Jacob found it easiest to concentrate on that. Mimic the strong strokes he
felt echo through the girls body. He didnt enjoy the feeling, so much, he
couldnt get off on the obvious before him, and on him. But staring at
Dwayne, concentrating on what he was doing was enough to get him by. He
found a strange strength in it. In the way the girl began responding
against him, his own thrusts obviously causing her more pleasure.

Jacob stared as he worked with his hips. His hand began to clench somewhat
on Dwayne's shoulder. He liked the hardness there, the maori seemed too
lost, too intent on his own pleasure to notice. Jacob only just realized
the tightness with which he was grasping. Tightening as he felt a rush with
his penis, hardened and aroused by that beyond the girl. Enough to bare him
thought the discomfort of her cunt.

Dwayne's moans escaped him quietly, his face looked intense as he arched
and thrust up. Jacob moaned, joining the orgy of lustful groans as he felt
some rise in his balls, a new hardness in his cock. Knowing too well what
was coming within. Sensing it in the bodies about him. Staring only at the
maori fucking what he was fucking. His mind seeming to skip the body
between.

The thought of her absence shot though him. Aroused him powerfully. He
found a true high. One that he lacked in the warm depths of her pussy.

He felt a hand on his hip. Tried to ignore it. To concentrate on the
motions of sex within him, around him. Concentrating on Dwayne's tight,
almost street hard face. That flared nose and light brown features. Those
lips. That smooth black hair slicked back. Jacob felt close to his peak.
Focussed on it as the groans of the girl rose in volume. Long since
drowning his own tight breaths. Dwayne's slight grunts with each thrust.

Jacob rode on the waves about him. Tightened his hand on Dwayne's shoulder.
Realizing, yet wondering how long he had been staring into the maoris open
eyes. Seeing the bliss on the kids face. Jacob felt the hand on his hip
tighten, a glance confirming what he suddenly suspected. Something that
made him groan, arch, shoot. Filling the bulb of his condom with a thick
spray of cum.

The girls cries peaked suddenly after, Dwayne's eyes closing again as he
grunted, pausing in his work. His body shuddering slightly as Jacob
imagined the sensations the maori was feeling. Knowing he shared the same,
but seconds before. He saw the expression on Dwayne's face, he was panting
slightly. Shiny somewhat from the sweat. He smiled at him, something Jacob
found himself returning.

Coming back to his senses, almost as if back to the business of what he had
committed, Jacob pulled himself out. Dreading what he'd done in his lost
ignorance. He felt Dwayne's hand slip from his hip, better more, the girl
not pressing against him any more. His long cock slipped free of her,
wetness glistening on his sheathed length, about her lips. The sight, the
feelings disgusted him. Jacob rolled away, sat on the edge of the bed. He
struggled to pull the condom off, managing to wrench it up his length. To
do his jeans back up.

Jacobs long braids dangled about as he rested forward on his knees, still
breathing hard. He felt a certain emptiness, a certain amount of disgrace
and anger. Even as he heard the girls moans, Dwayne's quiet, encouraging
words as he retreated from her ass. He heard the low giggles and praise
from the kid. Jacob couldnt offer any such encouragement himself. She was
nothing to him. The act had meant less than nothing, it had felt wrong.
Jacob wondered why that was. It only frustrated him more.

Jacob rubbed his eyes, pushing his braids back over his shoulder again. He
wasn't sure what to say. What needed to be said as he left. He felt like he
had to say something. Thanks? He stood and turned, noticing Dwayne was
already pulling on his shirt. He caught a brief glance of his limp cock,
hanging from his open shorts. The maori soon worked his fly back up. The
whole thing had felt like some sort of ride, with a distinct beginning and
end.

Both of them had just gotten off.

"I might see you around then," Dwayne commented. Jacob almost thought the
comment was for him, but he saw the girl nod, reply. Laying just as naked
as she was when they had entered. Short of breath. Dwayne smiled in his
direction, nodded at the door.

"We out then?"

Jacob wasn't sure how to answer, he nodded, and followed the lanky maori.
As readily as he had followed him in. As if the whole thing hadn't just
happened. Jacob still felt the experience burning within him. The confusion
and frustration. He dropped the soiled condom aside, only just realizing he
still hand it in his hand. He felt numbed to the experience after that. As
if it had just been some business. No big deal. It felt better that way, if
not a little empty.

Dwayne unbolted the door, letting in the loudness of the party still
outside. Jacob felt reality wash back over him again as he followed the
maori kid out, back into the coolness of the night. Dwayne almost laughed
as soon as they had left the house.

"Fuck, that wasn't her first time!" he said, almost as if he'd been
containing himself all this time. "I could tell she'd been fucked in the
ass before. I would have stayed up there a little longer, but fuck, shes a
bigger slut than I though."

Jacob gave what he felt was almost a dumb grin of agreeal, thinking of
nothing much else he could say. Either way, he'd just lost his virginity,
slut or not. He wasn't sure what to say in a situation like this. He'd
never given the subject much though, but he'd scarcely thought it would
turn out like this. He felt a strange comradery with Dwayne for some
reason. Jacob wondered if he did this often.

"Hey so what you doing now?" Dwayne asked. The two had wandered back out
onto the roadside, all but leaving the house and party behind. Along with
the memories. Jacob felt the cool shock of the night, making the past 15
minutes seem like a dream.

"Go back home I suppose," replied Jacob. He shrugged. "No much else to do."

"You want to go get some brew? Something better than what they got here?"

"I don't know," Jacob shrugged again. He wasn't sure of much right now. The
only thing he was sure of was his bed. How he wanted to be in it.

"C'mon bro. Ill buy. Its all good. I don't think my rides coming back
anytime soon. Might as well pass time a bit, see if he comes back. Either
way ..."

Jacob regretted this time listening to him. As much as he was starting to
feel the ache pulling at his body. The fatigue of the night, that was only
just starting to set in with an almost painful grip. He wanted to head
home, rather than wander the streets. Somewhere inside him, as sore as his
body felt, and as numbed as his mind had become, he found a stronger urge
of not wanting to be alone. Even if he could hold that off only a few hours
more with a kid he barely knew.

"Yeah, sure."

"Cool. You know any places about here that sell liquor? That'd be your
call. This is the first time I've been here."

Jacob nodded, "Yeah I know a store up from here." 

He relinquished himself into leading the kid there. He found himself too
lost in his own thoughts to listen much to what Dwayne was saying. More
talk about the girl. How he'd met her at the party, and got to talking
about sex. Dwayne admitted that fucking a girls ass was one thing he'd
never tried, but he could tell it wasn't her first.

Jacob ended up buying the drink, with Dwayne's money. He watched him shy
away at the door during the purchase. He wondered about that. He didnt seem
underage. He looked about 19 or so. Jacob didnt give it much more thought,
the two of them ending up at a bus stop not far from the store. Dwayne was
quick to skull a portion of the bagged 40.

"Fuck beer tastes like piss," Dwayne commented. He passed the bottle over.
"I hate parties where they only put out beer. I cant get drunk on that
shit."

Jacob swallowed a few mouthfuls of the liquor. He felt it warm his insides
better than the weed had. He guessed it was pretty low grade stuff, but was
still grateful of Dwayne's offer to share. And here he was again, sharing
his drink. Jacob let it clear his senses a little, along with the coolness
of the night about him, passing it back. He felt the weather tugging at his
body, noticed that Dwayne looked a little on the cold side, even more
scantly dressed.

"So what you do here, Jake?"

Jacob smiled, almost blushed. That was a name he hadn't heard in a while.
He let his defenses down a little, leaning back against the bus shelter. At
least it was protection from the wind. He answered honestly.

"Nothing. Im unemployed. What about you?"

"Fuck, nothing much, bro." Dwayne swallowed a little of the liquor. "Just
ended up losing the job I was doing. Working at some fucked up fish place.
They went and laid off all these staff. You know the story."

Jacob nodded. "Where'd you say you were from?"

"Waterview, bro," the maori smiled. "You know where that is?"

Jacob shook his head, taking the bottle as Dwayne passed it to him. He just
held it a while, watching as a car passed, breaking the quiet of the street
a moment. He glanced at Dwayne.

"WAY out west. Back out on the other side of the island."

"For real? How did you get in here?" Jacob asked. 

"Like I said, my friend brought me in. I meet up with him every now and
then. Its as boring as fuck out there, bro. Nothing but water and surfers.
So I get in to Bradford whenever I can."

"Its boring out there?" Jacob asked, a little disbelieving.

"Fuck yeah. I work cutting up fish. Well I used to. Place is tiny as fuck.
Smaller than that bitches ass, that's for sure," he joked. Jacob smiled,
downing a little more liquor.

"Got to be better than in here," Jacob replied back.

"I wouldn't say so. I get in here whenever I can. Beats out there," Dwayne
leaned forward, putting his forearms on his knees a moment. "Pretty
disappointing thought, when you get all this way in, and its a party like
that. My boy said it was gonna be on. His ass better show up again."

Jacob nodded, passed the bottle back again. Dwayne glanced over at him, "So
what do you do to pass time? Get much ass?"

The big guy all but skipped the last comment. He shrugged, feeling the
depression of the whole ghetto sink back down on him again. "Nothing, man.
Same old thing every day."

"Fuck, you gotta be doing something, right? Smoke weed? Fuck bitches?"

"No, not really."

Dwayne chuckled, "Man, Id kill to get what you got. Rather be smelling a
bitches fish than the stink of the real thing, you know? You telling me you
don't spend all day fucking bitches?"

"No," Jacob replied, almost offhandedly. "I mean I do nothing. Aint all its
cut out to be living in Bradford."

"You got any plans then?" asked Dwayne. He sipped at the neck of the bottle
again, holding it casually between his legs as he looked at the big guy.
"Ghetto dreams?"

"No," Jacob thought about it for a moment. He didnt get asked that question
that often, it sort of took him off guard to hear it. As much as he knew
the answer, he found himself searching for a new one. In the hope that
perhaps there was one that he'd never seen. He stared across the street.

"Gotta be wack as fuck, bro. Spending every day doing nothing. Not knowing
what you going to be doing the next, but knowing you aint gonna be doing
shit really. That'd suck. Dead end shit."

Jacob nodded, almost solemnly. "Yes, that's about the size of it."

"You never thought of getting out of Bradford? Just leaving?"

"Where'd I go?" asked Jacob. He glanced Dwayne's way, saw him shrug. Sip
again on the bottle.

"Yeah true. You welcome out my way if you want. Aint much better out there
though. Just less people. Still the same dead end shit though."

Jacob smiled slightly, nodded. He took the bottle back from Dwayne, almost
welcoming the feeling it gave him. He'd never really been the one to drown
his thoughts in drink. There was always a first time. Dwayne grinned a
little.

"You aint a Purebreed?"

"No."

"Fuck we hear some fucked up shit where we are. Like everyones a Purebreed
or Los Locos or something?"

Jacob chuckled a little, "Aint that bad. Theres plenty around here though.
The guy whose house that was is a Purebreed."

"For real?" 

"Yeah," Jacob replied. He drunk again, a little more heavily, passing the
bottle back. Thinking perhaps it was better with Dwayne. "Theres usually a
lot of them up in there. Its a strong house or something. I don't relate to
that stuff much."

"No?" Dwayne looked out on the road again, as another car passed. "We don't
get that shit out where we are. Except Ngati Tumatauenga. You heard of
them?" Jacob shook his head. "Didnt think so. Small maori and samoan gang.
I hear they mostly run on the other side of the bridge though."

"You ever wanted to join them?"

"A gang?" the lanky maori grinned a little. "Nah Im hard ass enough. I
don't need all that gang hassle. To dangerous. Plus my moms would break my
fucking neck. You?"

"No," Jacob smiled a little.

"Might put some excitement in your life, you know? Nah, its all good.
Forget that shit. You tight to have ignored all that mess. I hear its a
pretty lame way to go down."

"Yes, it is," he replied. Dwayne stood up beside him, stretched a bit.

"Fuck I know my ride aint going to be back there when I get back," Dwayne
grunted. Jacob took another sip of the liquor, surprised to see how little
was left. Wondering where it had all gone. He passed it back. "Nah, you
finish that shit up, bro."

Jacob drained the last of the bottle, dumped the bottle into the trash can.
Dwayne looked almost restless, ready to move. Jacob stood up and stretched
himself. He felt the fatigue still, the liquor had only put his body more
at ease. There seemed to be a mutual, unspoken motion to move back to the
house. Jacob didnt mind the company, he need to walk that way back home
anyway.

The walk back was fairly quiet. Dwayne seemed lack for words. Jacob was
fine with that, not having many of his own usually anyway. The quiet only
left him to reflect on the night passed. He couldnt believe what had
passed. Maybe it hadn't really happened. He couldnt work out how the night
had unravelled. How he'd ended up fucking some girl, with this stranger of
a kid fucking her in the ass beside him. Somehow he'd clicked with him. He
sort of understood Dwayne. Where he was coming from. He had a strange fire
and casual lack of care for what life had obviously thrown at him.

Jacob hugged his arms a little as they came back up to the house. He heard
Dwayne grunt, mutter something under his breath. Jacob guessed that he was
pretty sure his ride wasn't back.

"He left a few hours back. Said he'd be back here after he'd fucked. I bet
hes just broken his off and fallen asleep. He always does that shit,"
Dwayne grunted. He turned and looked up at the house. The party seemed to
have dropped a little. The music was still as loud as they had left it.
"Fuck."

"What you going to do?" Jacob asked, genuinely concerned. Dwayne shrugged,
looked about darkly, as if hoping to see his ride coming back down the
street.

"Ah, Ill just go back up in there, see if theres a place I can crash."

"You can party in a Purebreed stronghold, but I wouldn't crash in one," he
replied.

"For real?"

"Yes," Jacob stated. He put his hands in his pockets. "That wouldn't be
safe."

"Ill just crash somewhere else," the lanky maori replied. He looked down
the street again. "I can handle, Jake."

Jacob frowned a little. "You don't even know these streets. You cant do
that. Come crash at my place the night."

"That cool?" Dwayne asked.

"Yes, sure. Can you hit your ride in the morning?"

"Yeah, he lives in Bradford. I can hit him up for a ride back my way
whenever. He probably wouldn't even listen to his pager tonight."

"Then its cool," Jacob replied.

"I owe you, Jake." Dwayne looked serious, Jacob didnt doubt him. He
shrugged it off.

"Its fine. I live by myself. Your not disturbing anyone," Jacob started
down the street, his senses started to feel deadened by the coolness and
ache of the night. "Come on."

Dwayne quickly fell in step beside him. Jacob walked silently back the
distance to his home. It wasn't far off, and the lanky maori seemed to fall
into quiet again, content just to walk silently at his side. Jacob found
his thoughts haunting him again in the silence. The silence breeding in his
mind time to think and reflect more on what had happened. His mind buzzed
somewhat, almost numbed by the cold events that had passed. They seemed
almost as brief and fickle as the wind that blew against his body, yet
still he knew they were as real as the cold he felt from them.

He felt tired. The coldness of the weather. The brief spat of rain against
his face. The weed. The drink. The sex. His mind kept coming back again and
again to that. He wasn't sure he regretted doing it, as much as he found to
his displeasure how it felt. What was wrong with him? Why didnt it feel
like he had expected? Thinking it as some final escape from the mindless
days he had passed in this endless suburbia. Hoping that it would bring
some thrill and promise to his night, it had almost been easy to push back
his inhibitions long enough to do what was needed.

But even that hadn't helped.

Jacob felt the same quagmire rest down on his shoulders again, born of
fatigue and the stress of the night. Each footstep he took seemed like each
day he spent here. At least as he placed foot before foot, he knew where he
was going. At least he knew there was an end to his walk in the night.

Pushing open the short side gate to his place, Jacob headed down the side
of the house to his own tiny apartment. It was deadly dark, but he was used
to coming back in the night. He glanced back to make sure Dwayne was
finding his way, the maori seeming to follow him easily. Keying the lock,
he swung open the door and headed inside, flicking on the lights.

The warmth of the cramped abode swept over him, inviting him in from the
cold. He saw Dwayne gladly moving quickly inside, his arms hugged up about
him. The maori huffed, all but stamped his feet. As eager as Jacob to be
inside and out of the cool of the night. Jacob found some brief respite in
the comfortable heat of the house. He could hear the smokey tones of Chico
DeBarge, playing from his stereo, where he'd left it running.

"Make yourself at home," Jacob commented. He dumped his keys and emptied
his pockets onto the kitchen bench.

Dwayne was already making his way into the small lounge, which was in
reality just a carpeted extension of the kitchen Jacob still stood in. The
lanky kid looked about briefly, quickly taking in the crates of CDs and
vinyl that lay stacked almost to the ceiling along one wall. The ceiling
was just a little higher than Jacob was tall. He saw Dwayne look equally
impressed by the two turntables set up behind the couch, perhaps the only
place in the lounge to sit.

"Fuck, you a DJ?" Dwayne asked. His voice carried his enthusiasm for the
subject.

"I used to be," replied Jacob. He headed over to the couch, groaning
slightly as he let himself down into the luxurious softness, relative to
the hard night he had spent. "That was a while back though."

"Oh fuck, yeah," Dwayne nodded at his shirt. "Wheels of Steel right? That's
a DJ competition. I should have spotted that shit before. You entered that?
"

Jacob nodded briefly. He didnt like how the mention of it reminded him of
the time passed. More the passed time between then and now. The long years.
"Yes. I entered it three years running."

"You ever get anywhere?" Dwayne was already flicking through the stacked
vinyl, checking out the artists.

"Nothing more than the semi-finals."

"Fuck that's still pretty good, bro," replied Dwayne. He glanced over his
way again, nodding a brief congratulations. "Wheels of Steel aint any
amateur competition. You must be pretty good at this shit, huh?"

Jacob quirked a slight smile. "Used to be, I suppose. I gave it up a while
ago."

"Why? What happened?"

"I got fired from my job," he answered, honestly. It felt blunt. "I sort of
lost interest in DJing after that."

"Where'd you use to work?" Dwayne pressed. Jacob watched as the maori
turned about, sitting back down onto the ground just up from the couch.

"Urban Assault. Its a place in the central city," Jacob answered.

"Fuck me! Urban Assault? You fucking worked at that place?" Dwayne raised
his eyebrows, obviously impressed. "That place is a legend bro, you must be
fucking good."

"I gave that shit up a while ago," Jacob reiterated. "I haven't DJed since
then."

"Bro, I wish I could work those wheels," smiled Dwayne. Jacob saw the
enthusiasm in his brown face. The maori made a few brief motions with his
hands, as if working the turntables right there. "I got nothing but respect
for DJs. That shit is hot, no matter where you at." He smiled. "Fucking
would get me out of my stink ass dive back home."

Jacob chuckled a little, smiled for the guys sake. He was still feeling as
tired as he had on the street. The couch did only a little to relieve what
he needed sleep to clear. The questions about his past bugged him. It
reminded him how long he'd truly been here, in this house. In this ghetto.
Doing the same thing day in day out. The questions bought back the facts,
the facts depressed him. He would have thought to sleep it off, but learnt
long ago that sleep did little to hide the truth of his situation.

"So did you get off good on that bitch, bro?"

Jacob blinked a little, feeling his light face flush suddenly. He glanced
up at Dwayne, seeing the sincerity in his face. He leaned back a little on
the couch, using it as an excuse to look elsewhere.

"Yeah she was alright," Jacob lied.

"All in all a pretty disappointing night, though. I mean the party was
pretty fucked. I spent most my time talking to that bitch," Dwayne
explained. "Takes me a while to run my game. After all that the ass wasn't
even all that good either."

Jacob nodded. He didnt really like being reminded about that either. "You
get much out your way," he asked, hoping to change the topic.

"Yeah a bit. Fuck, its a bit dangerous though. Everyone knows everyone, so
if you fuck, chances are everyones gonna know you did it," smiled Dwayne.
He shrugged. "I try and get it as much as I can when I come in here. You
can forget that shit and walk away from it, here. No chance they gonna come
back on you." Dwayne nodded in Jacobs direction. "You get much?"

"No," Jacob replied bluntly. He felt the fatigue pushing down on him, but
somehow it felt ok talking this subject with Dwayne. He felt a strange
connection with the kid. The conversation felt relaxed.

"You aint gotta answer me or no shit, but tonight. That was your first,
right?" Dwayne asked.

Jacob swallowed slightly, cleared his throat before answering. Was it the
way he'd fucked her? Had Dwayne seen in his face how little he liked it?
"How'd you know?" he asked.

"Most brothas your age can slip on a jimmy in a second flat, there aint
much of a skill to that shit," he replied. "Comes from too much practice."
Dwayne smiled a little. "But you, bro. You just looked like you had a
little trouble. I guessed it was your first. Or you usually fuck bareback."

"It was my first," Jacob answered. "I've never fucked before."

Dwayne smiled again, nodding, "Its cool. I didnt want to get up in your
private shit or nothing. I just felt like it was ok. You seem pretty cool
about everything."

"Im cool with it," Jacob replied. He was, he didnt mind talking about it.
To an extent.

"Fuck bet it felt weird with that shit on your willy, huh?" Dwayne joked.
"I remember the first time I pushed a hat on. Fuck that shit felt tight and
wet." He laughed a little, Jacob couldnt help but smile. "Im sure you'll be
getting plenty more practice of doing it, bro. Guy like you wouldn't have
trouble getting none."

Jacob nodded. He still wished that it had felt better than it did. Was it
something he'd done wrong? Why didnt it feel like the heaven he was
expecting? It frustrated him, the displeasure of the whole act turning back
in on himself. Maybe there was something wrong with him, or his cock.

"Hey so if that was your first, why'd you wait?"

"What's that?" Jacob asked, broken a little from his thoughts.

"I mean why did you wait that long. You like, what? 24?" asked Dwayne.

"26."

"Fuck," Dwayne looked impressed for some reason. "And that was your first?
And you living in a ghetto with ass all around you? How the fuck did you
hold out?"

Jacob let out a slight smile. "I never really thought about it."

"You sit here every day, and you don't think about getting your dick
wacked," Dwayne joked again. The lanky maori moved back a little, smiling.
"I know I do. Straight up, I shouldn't be questioning all your shit like
this, bro. Just tell my ass to shut the fuck up."

"Its cool," Jacob smiled. "I don't know. I just never really thought about
having sex. I was always thinking about other stuff."

"Like DJing right?"

Jacob nodded, "Yes, back then. After that ... well, I had plenty of time to
think about life. Too much time."

Dwayne smiled again, "Id be thinking about ass. Ass and weed. Well I know
that's what I think about way out west. I aint never grown up in the big
city though."

"Probably isnt too different out there. Just different sources of
distraction."

"Less people, but," Dwayne commented. He changed tack again, swiftly,
frowning a little. "So why the fuck did you screw her? I mean, your first
time and all."

Jacob shrugged. He avoided all the justifications in his mind. How he
thought it would give some brief thrill, but didnt. "Don't know."

"26 years old, and you fuck up a bitch slut. Bro, Im cool with doing that
shit, Im a dog," Dwayne smiled. "You go 26 years, its almost like you
aughta save yourself for whoever you want to settle down with. You want to
do that shit?"

"Settle down?"

"Yeah. Wife and kids, the whole shit," Dwayne stated.

"I never thought about it," answered Jacob. He hadn't.

"Im sorry that slut had to be your first," Dwayne smiled. "If I had of
known, I would have hooked you up with something better. I don't mind
sharing that shit, up at a party like that, everyones fucked about. Not
like its anything really important."

Jacob nodded, thinking it a good way to look at it. Perhaps that was it.
Who cared that it didnt feel good. Maybe it just didnt mean anything, like
Dwayne had said. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood.

"Well when you come out my way, bro. Ill hook you up with some pacific
pussy. I know you'll like that shit," Dwayne commented, still smiling. "I
can get it for you any way you want to try it."

"Thanks," Jacob brushed off the comment. 'When' he came out that way? Not
if? He liked Dwayne. He didnt usually run into guys as friendly as him.

Dwayne pushed himself up to his feet. "I gotta take a piss. Wheres your
bathroom at?"

Jacob pointed at the door just off the kitchen. It was an afterthought of a
room, almost as if someone had built the place under here, and forgotten
when they were done that they hadn't put in a bathroom. Dwayne nodded
appreciably and headed there in a few brief steps. Jacob lay back on the
couch, mulling over his thoughts.

He liked Dwayne. He was a cool guy.

Jacob remembered how he'd looked at Dwayne as he fucked. The talk about
sex, the almost casual tone Dwayne had been using the whole time made his
mind slip back to the event easier. Passing it off, like Dwayne had. Just
some thing. Maybe his next fuck would feel better, he thought. He admired
Dwayne in the way that he fucked when he wanted, who he wanted. To him, it
was nothing. It was just a way to pass the time.

Pass the time.

Why hadn't he thought of fucking sooner? Jacob stared blankly ahead as he
heard Dwayne let out a heavy sigh. Followed by a loud shower as he began
pissing into the toilet. Why had he ended up taking a chance, after a
chance meeting with a stranger before he'd lost his virginity. Maybe he was
hoping it was going to be something special. Something that would lift him
to heights that would carry him out of this endless boredom that he found
himself lost in. A maze of his mind, in the maze of streets that made up
the ghettos he lived.

The sound of Dwayne's piss drilled into his head, before finally stanching.
He heard the maori zip and then flush, before coming back out into the
lounge. Jacob stared at Dwayne, not realizing it really. Taking in his long
curves. The oversized clothes that hung from his frame. That young, almost
hard face of his, still quick with a smile for a friend. He trusted easy,
seemed almost as laid back about life.

"So that's the bedroom then?" Dwayne asked, pointing at the darkened
doorway behind the turntables. Jacob nodded. The place wasn't big enough
for you to get lost. You could see everything from almost anywhere in the
apartment. He needed to get out of here.

"You gonna hang a bit, or turn in? I need to get some fucking sleep,"
Dwayne replied, letting out a huff.

"Im going to turn in too," Jacob stated. "Ill let you take the bed, just
don't mind the mess."

"Where the fuck you gonna sleep," asked Dwayne, bluntly.

"The couch."

"The couch?" Dwayne asked with a doubting tone. "That mahfucka? Fuck its
shorter than you are, Jake. Fuck that for a joke. Gimme the couch."

"Its cool. Your the guest."

"Fuck the guest," Dwayne shot back with a smile. He glanced back in the
room. "Hey well its a double. We can share."

"Its cool," Jacob replied again.

"Bro, make me feel a little better about this shit, aiight?" Dwayne stated,
looking serious. "I didnt want to come up in here and have you sleep on the
couch. I don't take much room, we can share the bed."

"You sure?" Jacob asked, more just too tired to argue the point. Dwayne
seemed the hard headed type.

"Yeah Im sure. I don't snore either. You snore?" he smiled.

"No."

"Then its all good," the maori replied. "You'll get a better night on the
bed than on that short little bitch couch."

Jacob nodded, pulling himself up from the couch with effort. Dwayne seemed
happy that he'd finally given in, walking back to the bedroom. Fumbling for
a lightswitch near the door. Jacob glanced back.

"Theres a lamp on the bedside. The light in there doesn't work."

"All good," came a reply. 

Jacob headed over to the one wall light in the lounge, near the door.
Flicking it off, and heading back to the bedroom. Dwayne was already there,
on one side of the double bed. Undoing his shorts and letting them drop
onto the floor before picking them back up and dumping them over a nearby
pile of Jacobs clothes. Jacob found himself looking at the maori, lit there
by the light of the lamp. In just his boxers and tshirt. The black tshirt
fell down way past his waist. He almost found himself wanting Dwayne to
take off the shirt as well, for some reason. He found himself thinking of
how he'd been looking at Dwayne's face while he got off.

The feelings that had come with them.

Jacob pulled off his baggy tshirt, ditching it beside the bed as Dwayne
climbed in. Made himself comfortable under the sheets. He rubbed his broad
chest a little, before undoing his belt, sitting down to kick off his
shoes, and let down his jeans. In just his boxers, he swung his feet about
and lay back in the bed.

Jacob almost felt the fatigue of the night lift from his body. A relaxation
unmatched by any. The soft caress of the sheets, the gentle hold of the
pillow beneath his head and neck. He let a small sigh escape as he lay on
the bed, pulling the sheets up right about him. Dwayne's weight beside him
felt strange, alien. He'd never slept in a bed with anyone else before. The
mere presence there would take some getting used to.

"Good night, bro," Dwayne said. He reached over and got the light, darkness
quickly swallowing the small room. Jacob replied back, and closed his eyes
in a bid to get some well needed rest.

But sleep didnt seem to come as easily as he would have thought.

Jacob stared up at the ceiling after a few moments of lying silently. As
tired as his body was, his mind was still keeping him up. He'd stared too
many times up at this same ceiling. It was as impassive and as lacking in
answers as it always was, doing nothing to sooth him into sleep. He found
himself doing little more than staring into the dark there, waiting. Hoping
that sleep would take him in some brief respite from everything.

It wasn't for a while longer before Jacob started hearing the differences
that came from having Dwayne there with him. He heard the maori breathing
quietly. The quiet, content sounds of his rest. He wondered if the kid was
still awake. Wondered if he'd fallen asleep easier than him. Jacob thought
about how easily he'd got on with him. How his conversation seemed so
relaxed. His nature almost easy to talk to. Having his weight there in his
bed beside him felt strange to say the least.

Having anyone in his bed was strange.

Jacob wondered over what he'd shared with Dwayne. Blinking quietly.
Concentrating on the silence, other than the brief, quiet hush of his and
Dwayne's breath. He thought about their conversation just passed. How
Dwayne seemed so easy on the whole subject of sex. He couldnt sleep. Jacob
wanted to see if Dwayne was awake. Find some way to press the subject of
sex again. He'd never really thought about it before.

Jacob had been bought up like any other kid in his area. He'd had the same
urges. The same lusts as any kid his age. He grew up staring at girls and
wondering. He'd work his cock at night, bringing himself to that blissful
release in the dark of night. Just like now. Thinking what it would be like
to have sex with a girl. Thinking to himself how it would be everything
he'd dreamed of and heard of. His friends seemed well versed on everything
regarding it. On what they wanted, and how to get it.

Jacob let out a breath, still staring into the dark. He'd shied away from
the hushed conversations. The innocent experimentations. Jacob had shied
away from it all, his life eventually consuming in his one true passion.
Nothing matter other than that. It was his thrill. It felt better than
getting off, being those turntables. In front of that crowd. Controlling
them.

Jacob wanted to wake Dwayne. Ask him all the things he hadn't in his life.
How often did he do it, he wondered. Dwayne seemed so relaxed on the
subject. To him, he seemed like some sort of expert. Turning sex like he
used to turn turntables.

Dwayne.

Jacob wondered if perhaps he could tell him where he went wrong. He smiled
briefly, thinking of how he'd kick it with the guy. Perhaps he'd really
take him up on that offer of going back home with him. Escape this place
for a while. Perhaps that would give him the escape he needed from here.
Sleeping with whatever girl he wanted. Dwayne and him could double team
them, just like they did tonight. The maori could teach him where he went
wrong in sexing a girl.

The quiet breaths continued beside him, within him. Jacob had no idea how
long he'd been staring up at the ceiling. It could have been hours for all
he knew. His mind drifting with thoughts of sex, and Dwayne. How he'd
bonded so quickly with him.

How he'd stared at him as he got off in the girl.

Had he even got off fucking her, Jacob found himself asking. Was it the
feeling of fucking her pussy, or was it something else. Jacob swallowed.
Thinking of how he'd spent the time staring at Dwayne. Watching his strong,
experienced strokes. Thinking of how he looked so nice doing it. Confident.
That in itself had made him push harder, sink deeper. It had got him by in
that torrid storm, where all he wanted was the wet shower of release.

Dwayne staring back at him.

Jacob breathed out another long breath. He remembered those eyes. Blissful
and lost. They looked like he wished he felt about life. Dwayne's eyes
there had carried with them a pleasure and easy enjoyment that Jacob wished
he could feel every day. Those eyes seemed happier. Even if Dwayne shared
fairly much the same life as his. Those dark brown eyes, staring back at
his. As he stroked.

He relived the strong throb and pulse of his climax. The thrill of Dwayne's
hand on his hip. Jacob wondered why Dwayne had put it there, thinking
perhaps he mistook it for the girls. He discovered with a start that his
own hand was nearer to that same hip than he had expected. Jacob felt his
boxers shift slightly as his cock moved, stirred by a slight erection.

If it felt like it did with a girl, how would it feel with a guy? Jacob
felt his heart throbbing in his chest as he entertained those thoughts. The
darkness about him made them slightly easier in coming. As if no one would
see his thoughts in this deep of night. Having Dwayne lying next to him,
hopefully asleep, beside him, pulled him back to reality quickly. The
weight there next to him. The mere presence.

Jacobs mind flooded with so many questions he wanted to ask Dwayne. Why did
they come so long after the conversation? The big guy wanted to wake him.
He found himself almost daring himself to do it. Just find out if he was
awake. Jacob sucked in a tight breath, feeling the anticipation, the
apprehension in his body.

"You awake."

The question was too soft, Jacob thought. As the dark shadows fell into
their deafening silence again. Replied to only by the soft breaths beside
him. Jacob turned his head, looking at the dark shape beside him. Feeling
the hard lump in his boxers. The possibilities scared him as much as having
sex with that girl had. Yet somewhere inside he felt the same fatalistic
push. His mind telling him to fuck everything. How his life was already so
screwed. Anything to break the monotony of the days.

Tomorrow would dawn. Dwayne would leave. Things would go back to their
drudge. He'd sit here. Alone. In the ghetto. Not knowing what day it was.
Not remembering how long it was since this had all happened. Life would
continue to pass him by. He found himself almost more scared of that than
anything. It almost bought him to tears.

Jacob stared along the dark shadow beside him in the bed. His mind deadened
on the here and now. The big guy wanted almost to make up for how bad it
had felt. Wanted to know if it was truly what he thought it was that took
him to that edge. Over it. That filled that clammy condom with his seed.
Jacob wanted to know if he had truly wished the girl had been elsewhere,
and it was Dwayne against him. Had he even thought that, was that what took
him over the edge.

Jacob felt the fatalistic push at his soul again. The same dead ended push
that saw him see in one day after another. Because there was nothing else
he could do in the face of what life had thrown at him. Because there was
nothing else that he could do now, he reasoned.

Do it. Wake him up.

Jacob stared back up at the ceiling. His head seemed to pound as hard as
his heart. His breath felt raw in his throat. He realized what it was he
was really thinking. His mind putting it into the stark, bluntness that he
saw before him in the shadows of the night. He wanted to ask Dwayne for
sex. He didnt know how to ask.

Do it.

Jacob opening his mouth again, finding the words trapped. He glanced over
again at Dwayne, wondering if he was asleep again, rather than push ahead.

Do it.

That same fatalistic spirit in him hit home again. It had spoken to him as
loud as it did when he was outside the Purebreed stronghold. Fuck the
bitch. Fuck life. Just do it. You might as well. Its an easy opportunity.
Take it.

Easy as Dwayne lying beside him now.

Chances are he wasn't going to have a guy lying in his bed again like this.
Jacobs mind rushed with his thoughts. His body and cock swelled with his
emotions, the possibilities. The thought of maybe it feeling better than it
had fucking that bitch. He thought of Dwayne's confidence. Doing what he
wanted to. Taking what he wanted. The bliss he had seen in his eyes. Theres
a first time for everything. Might as well do it now.

Jacob reached over. Put his hand on Dwayne's lanky body.

Shaking, Jacob ran his hand down the far side of Dwayne's body. Sliding
down slowly until he felt the end of his tshirt, the slickness of his silk
boxers. Jacob breathed a full breath as he pushed his hand upwards, under
the tshirt. Feeling Dwayne stirring slightly as his hand made contact with
his warm, smooth skin. Jacob felt himself forgetting everything that had
held him back, just doing it because he could. Because he wanted to know if
it felt better. Pushing his hand up until he had his hand on Dwayne's
chest.

Jacob lay there, breathing heavily in the dark. Hearing Dwayne's breath
just as heavily. He paused, staring at the dark shape that was. Lying on
his side, close to
Dwayne. His hand still on the left side of his chest. He could tell the
maori was awake now. By the way he moved slightly, the way his heart beat.
His breath rushed.

Too late to ask him for it now, Jacob thought. He'd committed himself too
far, too fast. What if he'd said no?

Jacob found himself not caring. If this was the last night he had on this
earth. Fuck tomorrow. Fuck it all. He found himself wanting one thing,
after having taken the same monotony day after day from life. Jacob felt a
strength in taking what he wanted, right here and now. Frustrated by the
lack of pleasure he'd had from the girl. Confused by the feelings he'd had
looking at Dwayne. Right now he wanted this.

Single minded. Hard.

Jacob leaned in a little closer, moving his hand in a smooth glide down
Dwayne's body, along his side. He felt Dwayne flinch as his hand slipped
down onto his hip, under his boxers. Heard the tight gasp. Jacob knew he
was awake. He knew that Dwayne knew what was happening to him. Jacobs cock
thumped with a painful hardness, stiff as ever inside his boxers.

Jacob worked his hand lower in Dwayne's boxers. Pushed them down as he ran
his hand down Dwayne's lean thigh. They caught, Jacob tugging firmly. They
gave easily, Jacob moving his hand to pull them down better in front.
Working silently under the sheets.

"Jake."

The voice was quiet, almost hoarse. Jacob swallowed, feeling Dwayne's
boxers slip down properly as he pulled. He felt the burning heat of the
maoris cock. Felt it touch against his hand, almost making Dwayne jump. It
was hard.

"Jake."

"Take off your shirt," Jacob muttered. He didnt feel like taking it off him
himself. His cock was hurting almost in its hardness. Jacob tugged hard on
the baggy material, Dwayne quickly moving to pull it off. Jacob saw the
dark shape of Dwayne's lanky form, sitting up beside him. The shirt fell
down beside the bed, as Jacob pushed Dwayne back down on the bed.

His hand slipped about Dwayne's stiff cock. His body pressed down hard
against the maoris. Jacob heard the gasp.

"Jake," Dwayne said again. Mustering breath. "What you doing?"

Jacob felt his strength waver. What the fuck was he doing? The frustration
set in, his palm burning with the heat of Dwayne's thick cock. He felt the
length of it, sitting perfectly in his palm. Jacob cussed silently. Just
like then, the fatal single mindedness gave up when he was in the thick of
it. It pushed him into the situation and left him there. The dark thoughts
he had entertained seemed to peter out, along with his want and enthusiasm
for the task. Fuck life's ways.

"What you doing, bro." The soft, almost scared tones came again. Jacob
didnt like hearing Dwayne's voice in that tone.

"Fuck, Im sorry."

Jacob panted, his hand still locked firmly about Dwayne's throbbing penis.
The kid was all but naked beside him in his bed. Their position far more
than just sexual. Both men hard, aroused in body, if not mind.

"You a big guy, Jake," came the reply. Jacob stared silently into the dark.
"I cant fight you off. I aint even gonna try. I don't want to get hurt."

"No," Jacob huffed. Fuck this. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I aint gonna fight you, Jake. I don't want to get hurt."

"No. I wont hurt you. I mean ... fuck."

Jacob let go of Dwayne's cock, as much as he didnt want to. He pulled
himself back, under the sheets, as if it would give him some place to hide.
The dark didnt help. Nothing did. Dwayne was still there beside him. Almost
naked. What the fuck did he just do?

"I didnt mean to touch you like that," Jacob said. "Im so fucking sorry."

Jacob wanted the silence to stop. Thought to fill it with his apologies. To
spill all the reasons and justifications of why he'd done what he'd done.
He hated what he knew Dwayne was thinking. That he'd grabbed him in the
dark without his permission. That he was going to force himself on him.
That Dwayne thought he was going to rape him.

What scared Jacob more than anything was that, at one point, he felt like
he would have. He would have done what he started out to do. To get off and
feel good. No matter what Dwayne wanted.

"Im so fucking sorry."

"Its cool, Jake. I aint hurt," Dwayne said quietly. Jacob felt a hand on
his shoulder. "Its cool."

"I shouldn't have touched you like that," Jacob replied. He want panting.
Shaking.

"Its cool, bro. I didnt know you got down like that," he said. There was
another long silence. "If I had have known ..."

"Ill sleep on the couch," Jacob said with a sudden determination. He
started to get up. Felt Dwayne pull him back down, with a firmness.

"No. Its ok," Dwayne said. "I want you to stay."

"I wanted to ask you," stated Jacob, his mind was buzzing. He was still
shaking badly. He stayed on his back, laying where Dwayne had pulled him
down. "I didnt know how to ask for it. I didnt know what you'd say. I never
know how to ask about that sort of thing."

"Did you even like fucking that bitch?" Dwayne ventured. Jacob couldnt
bring himself to look at the maori, even in the darkness. He felt so bared
and open.

"I don't think so."

"You think you would have liked my stuff better?" he asked further.

"I don't know. I wanted to try it. I wanted to know sex felt better than
that ... slut," Jacob cussed again silently at his stupidity. "Fuck this.
Fuck Im sorry." He knew there was no way to take back the damage he had
done. So stupidly.

"You should have asked me, Jake."

"Fuck I know. Im sorry. I wanted to. I didnt know what to say," Jacob
cursed himself.

"No, bro. I mean you should have asked me. I would have let you," Dwayne
replied. His tone seemed too settled, controlled. Jacob felt his words
strike through his apologetic tirades. "Might be your first time with a
guy, but I've been with guys before."

"What?"

"Yeah, bro. I've fucked with guys before. Its how I knew that bitch had
already taken it in the ass," Dwayne explained. Jacob glanced at him,
almost confused. "Fuck I should say sorry. I thought your shit was with
girls. I just assumed you liked girls. Fuck I thought you'd screwed bitches
every night. I mean ... a guy like you wouldn't have trouble getting it."

Jacob was lost for words. He lay quietly on the bed, finding his eyes
staring again at the ceiling above him. He felt Dwayne shift a little
beside him.

"That bitch really fucked you up, huh?"

"Yes," Jacob replied bluntly. "I don't know what should feel good."

"Im sorry, bro. I shouldn't have pulled you in like that. I should have
asked ..."

Jacob didnt like the fact Dwayne was the one apologizing. "It would have
happened. I would have done it eventually. Its not your fault."

"I just assumed. You do that. You don't think a guy likes getting down with
guys," Dwayne seemed to chuckle slightly. Jacob didnt find any relief in
his attempt to lighten the air. "Fuck, you thought I just got down with
girls, huh?"

"Yes," Jacob said. He asked suddenly, as if leaping to the opportunity.
"You mess with guys?"

"Yeah."

"You like it?"

"Yeah I do."

"You don't think that's strange or anything?" Jacob asked. His mind was
quickly mulling over it all. He never for a second thought that Dwayne
would even think about guys. Who would? He was right.

"Course not. Feels as good as fucking a girl, bro," replied Dwayne. "Well,
I mean for me at least. Don't mean that shits got to be the same for you."
Dwayne shifted again slightly. Jacob could see that he was on his side,
looking at him. He kept his eyes on the ceiling.

"I thought it would feel good. I mean the sex. I did it because I thought,
what the fuck," Jacob said. It got a chuckle from Dwayne. "Didnt feel like
I thought it would."

"Well, maybe you would like it better with a guy," Dwayne replied. "Don't
mean theres anything wrong with you. Fuck, knowing you like I do now, I
think you got fucking balls to lose your virginity to a fucking bitch at a
party. Damn, bro. That aint no way to get it. That wouldn't have helped."

"I shouldn't have done it."

"That how you feel? Would you take it back if you could?"

Jacob thought on that a moment, "I don't know. I thought it would feel
different."

"If you think trying it with a guy would be better for you, do it, bro,"
Dwayne explained. "You aint gotta think what mahfuckas gonna think. Fuck
they aint even got to know. Sex is about feeling good, bro. You got to do
what feels good. Fuck the world, huh?"

"Yes, I suppose," Jacob replied.

"Don't mean no shit though," Dwayne stated, almost quickly. "Don't mean you
have to make up your mind about no shit. Don't mean your this or that, you
know."

Jacob guessed he knew what he was talking about. He wondered if Dwayne
thought he was straight or gay. After all, he fucked with both sexs. Didnt
that make him bisexual? Dwayne didnt even seem to think of it that way. The
thought really hadn't occurred to Jacob either.

"Did you know you were touching me when we had sex," Jacob asked. He
corrected himself. "I mean, when we were fucking that girl?"

"Yeah I knew. You had your hand on me, I didnt think you'd mind," replied
Dwayne. He propped his head up with his hand, still looking at Jacob. "Did
you?"

"No."

"I sorta liked feeling your thrusts, you know," Dwayne smiled. "Hope you
don't mind me saying that shit. I don't mean to freak you out."

Jacob blushed suddenly. Why he should blush when he was talking almost so
frankly about sex. When he had almost forced himself upon a guy who was
still pretty much naked in his bed next to him. Why he should blush at
that, he didnt know.

"Its ok. Looking at you moving got me off I think," Jacob admitted. "I
don't know. I think it did."

"You a cool guy, Jake," the maori smiled at him. "I didnt talk to you to
get into your bed or anything. I wasn't thinking sex when I met you. You a
good looking guy. I thought that when I met you, but I didnt hang with you
all night just to get in your pants. Shit didnt even come into my head. You
cool peeps, Jake."

Jacob felt his pale cheeks flush again somewhat. He was thankful it was
dark. "Thanks. Your cool too." He meant that. He didnt know if that
conveyed it that much.

"I just wish Id known. Shit, I would have done it different," he replied.
"Not get you up in some slut."

"Its ok."

"You want to ask me anything, Jake, its all good," Dwayne continued. There
was an almost long, deadened silence. "I know you thinking about sex, huh?"

Jacob felt his heart thumping. Was he that easy to read? "Yes."

"You know Id be cool to let you do whatever it was you was thinking when
you touched me," stated Dwayne. Jacob heard a seriousness in his tone.

"Yes." Its all that Jacob could think to say. He wasn't sure if he was
holding back.

"Id rather be your first than have it with someone you didnt know," Dwayne
said after a moment. "I mean, know better than walking into their room and
seeing their ass naked on the bed."

Jacob stayed silent. As if he was waiting for Dwayne to make an advance on
him. If he was really as good looking as he said he was, then he'd have no
problem making the first move. Jacob all but expected it. Was waiting for
Dwayne's hand to come down on his chest. To have Dwayne push himself on
him. Sex him up for his own pleasure like it was nothing. The casual, easy
manner that he seemed to take life with.

The touch never came.

"I don't know what to do," Jacob admitted. "I mean, I don't know how to do
it."

"Its cool, bro," Dwayne said, shifting his weight again. "Hows about we
just hold each other. If you feel like doing anything, Im down. Else we can
just sleep together."

Jacob nodded. That sounded sensible. A strange way to look at it, but it
felt right. Comfortable. He moved a little, seeing that Dwayne's boxers
were still down somewhat. His cock leaned languidly over to one side,
partly hard still. Jacob could feel his own, in his boxers. Still chubby in
a semi erect state. He finally got the courage to at least make some move
towards what he wanted.

"Can we hold each other naked?"

"Yeah sure," Dwayne replied, casually. He started to work his boxers off.
Jacob admired his forwardness. The way nothing of this seemed to ashame him
in the least.

Jacob worked his own boxers down, pushing them off into the bottom of the
bed. Keeping his eyes away slightly as he moved, naked, towards Dwayne's
own naked body. He felt a strange release as the maori took him into his
arms. He all but shivered as his lanky arms wrapped up about his bigger
body. And he took him into his own arms. Pressing every part of him against
Dwayne. He realized with a suddenness that this was just how he had laid
with Dwayne before. Minus the girl.

How he had wanted it like this. Got off on the thought.

Jacob relaxed as best he could in Dwayne's embrace. Smelt his body. Felt
it. It felt alive, far more than just life itself. The touch of Dwayne's
smooth skin against his. The smell of his body. The way that the maori
seemed to fit every curve of his body, along his. It felt so good being
this close to someone, albeit a somewhat frightening experience. Jacob
found his mind slightly less numbed to the task than it had been last time.
He was awake to this. He wanted to share himself, willingly. He felt the
same willingness in Dwayne's body.

How they felt as one. Not just two people lying against each other.
Fucking. Moving. Pushing against each other in a crass effort to get off.

Jacob rested his head down on the pillow. Sharing Dwayne's breath and
warmth in the darkness. He heard Dwayne's breath, felt it against his skin.
The soft warmth everywhere about him. The maori moved slightly, working the
sheets back up over their bodies, pulling them into an even more
comfortable embrace. Rested back down again, satisfied in the mere presence
of Jacobs big body in his arms.

Jacob felt exactly the same thing. Happy in just holding him. Having him
close as he was. Together in the dark, in a comfortable softness, a warmth
unparalleled. Jacob didnt feel the pressure or urgency like he had the last
time. Although he realized with a firmness how hard he was. How it felt
pressing against Dwayne's belly. Finding a strange thrill in the proof of
Dwayne's own arousal, set against his own body.

Hes enjoying this as much as I am.

"You cool?"

"Yes."

"Good. Same here," Dwayne said, in an almost uncharacteristic bluntness.
"Don't feel pressured into any shit, bro. Im cool just sleeping like this
with you."

Jacob sighed quietly, his head rested against Dwayne's shoulder. His hands
gently stroking the soft skin of the maoris back. He couldnt equal the
feelings he felt with any other in his life. How good it felt to have the
maoris lanky body within his big arms. There was a certain degree of
reassurance, just in having him hold him. His whole self bared to this kid
he barely knew. His body shared with him in such a deep, intimate way.

Jacob found himself gently kissing at Dwayne's shoulder there. Slowly at
first. Just pressing his lips against his soft skin. Tasting and feeling
the sensation of his mouth against the kids skin. Feeling the hardness of
his body, like that which he felt at almost every point along his own.
Again, under his lips, proof again of the paradoxical soft and firmness of
Dwayne's smooth body.

Encouraged somewhat by Dwayne's own quiet moans, the gentle strokes that he
lingered over his wide back and shoulders, Jacob kissed a little more along
Dwayne's neck. An angelic softness and comfort. He wanted nothing more than
an eternity of this heaven. Joining as one with Dwayne in the mere act of
holding.

Lifting his head, Jacob looked into Dwayne's eyes. He saw them closed, the
content expression on the kids face. It was a moment later before Dwayne
opened his eyes, stared straight back into his own eyes. Jacob left himself
content in Dwayne's brown eyes. His hardened, yet handsome face. He lost
himself in the infiniteness of Dwayne's gaze. Smiling.

Dwayne smiled back. Suddenly. Widely.

"What?"

"Ah, nothing bro," Dwayne commented, dismissively. The maori lowered his
eyes a little. "Just ... Its cool holding you."

Jacob smiled, more relaxed and easy than he had that night. He didnt smile
much, but this one was honest. Genuine. He couldnt help himself, given what
he was feeling. He thought to say something, glancing back up to Dwayne's
eyes.

Feeling his lips press suddenly against his.

Jacob moaned as Dwayne all but leap him in a blinding fury of passion. A
passion that conveyed in his powerful kiss, locking with his lips in a
second. Bliss. Pleasure he would never have imagined. Heightened
innumerably by the strong passion behind it. That which he felt overtaking
him, in Dwayne's tightening embrace. Reciprocating within him as Jacob
kissed back with as much ferocity. Sensing against his body how painfully
Dwayne wanted what he was doing. How much he wanted to do it in return.

Jacob felt Dwayne's arms surrounding him with a strength he would never
have guessed he possessed in his lanky frame. His own arms as tight about
Dwayne's body. His hands roaming, like Dwayne's, about the back of the
maoris smooth body. Feeling the fiery passion against his lips, the utter
surrender Dwayne was making, matched by his own as Jacob grasped and rubbed
hungrily at the lean body along his. He grunted as Dwayne pulled at him.
Rolling. Taking his bigger body almost totally on top of his.

Unable to break the kiss, even if he had wanted to, Jacob moved himself
better atop Dwayne. One leg between his, the other at the maoris side. His
penis felt like hot steel, Dwayne's own a burning, thick brand pressed
against his skin. He felt the rough brush of Dwayne's pubic hair as he
moved, thrust slightly with his hips. Both men hungry beyond words, wanting
so strongly to dine on what was before them. Scarcely able to decide on
what to do, or how best to do it, as their bodies burned with a consuming
passion for each other.

Jacobs braids hung about him as he broke the kiss slightly. Hearing Dwayne
gasp, panting loudly, muttering words he didnt understand. Jacob heard
nothing but the feelings in his body, kissing downward, his hands gliding
down over the parts of Dwayne's body his lips longed to be. His mouth
explored the maoris lean chest, felt the cold press of the pendant still
about his neck. Dwayne moaned, arched uselessly under his big body as Jacob
clamped his mouth down over his nipple there. Sucked strongly.

Jacob panted quietly, heavily. His eyes closed as he felt Dwayne's body
beneath his lips. His lips exploring as fully as his hands. Consuming the
feasts of Dwayne's warm body. All the while, Jacob feeling the thick,
thumping hardness of Dwayne's penis, moving slowly up his body as he moved
down. Tracing up his abs, then into the center of his chest. Beating like
his own second heart. Jacob moaned as he felt Dwayne's hands working at his
neck and shoulders. His muttered encouragement as he moved further down.
Realizing with wide eyes what he meant to do. That he didnt care.

Jacob put his mouth about Dwayne's cock softly.

Slowly, ignoring the sensations of utter fullness within his mouth, Jacob
began to push downward. His big hands holding Dwayne's body, feeling the
strength with which the maori writhed within his grasp. As if to escape,
the pleasure too much to bare. Dwayne's voice was loud as he groaned, Jacob
finding himself breathing in tight blasts through his nose as he took more
and more of Dwayne's cock into his mouth. Trying admirably to swallow it
all. Finding himself gagging slightly, easing up t suck at the maoris thick
shaft.

Jacob did what he longed to have done to him, by the person he did it to.
His head moving up and down slowly as he sucked and licked at Dwayne's
thick length. Jacob put his hands either side of Dwayne's hips, holding him
strong and steady. His writhing thrusts, accompanied by his powerful groans
were throwing Jacob off, making it harder to do what he wanted. Holding
Dwayne down, feeling his upper body still moving strongly, Jacob continued
sucking and moving on the kids penis. The velvet hardness and strange salty
taste as thrill to his senses as the thick musk of his pubes. Scratching
against his nose with each thrust.

Jacob heard the stream of curses as he continued. Dwayne's groaned and
strong words as he tried to push up against that true source of pleasure.
He heard him lapse into what he guessed was Dwayne's natural tongue. It
only made him more focussed, determined. Seeing single mindedly what Dwayne
felt welling so powerfully within him. He felt the kids body almost
quivering under his hands. He struggled a little, almost strongly, his
hands clamping tightly on the back of Jacobs neck. Jacob grunted slightly
at the pain, feeling Dwayne's cock seem to almost throb within his mouth.

'That's right ... come on ... bring it on, Devious. Don't hold it back ...
I want to taste it ... yes, that's right ... I want to taste your cum.'
Jacob found his mind filled with silent words he wanted to speak, as the
act he committed spoke so deeply within him. As the powerful throbbing he
felt within his mouth.

despite the building peak of signs, and Dwayne's cries, Jacob felt the
surging thrust of Dwayne's climax take him almost by surprise. Filling his
mouth with an overbearing thickness, a saltiness that made him almost want
to gag. A taste he both seriously disliked, but wanted nothing less than to
swallow. His mouth worked and sucked at the pulsing, shooting cock within,
swallowing Dwayne's rich load without question. Jacob could almost smell
the seedy musk of it in his nostrils.

Pulling up, Jacob breathed out strongly. Adding air to the volumes of semen
that had filled his body. He realized how sweaty he was, how much so Dwayne
was, as he lay there on the bed. The maoris face was disbelieving. Open.
His mouth gasping for breath as he felt the waves of post orgasmic bliss
washing over him. Jacob held himself, stopping from collapsing down on
Dwayne in his own fatigue, born of the act of giving him head.

"Fuck Jake ... fuck ..." Dwayne smiled weakly. "You fucking suck like a
fucking pro. That didnt feel amateur."

Jacob stroked Dwayne's face lightly, laying along the length of the maoris
body. "If only I could tell you how you feel to me," he said quietly. He
saw the expression of warmth take Dwayne's face. As the guy smiled back at
him.

"You a fucking dream, Jake."

"I hope this isn't," he replied quietly. Jacob rested his head against
Dwayne's chest, feeling the kid moving his lanky legs out. His big body
rested comfortably there between them.

"You got any lube?" Dwayne asked quietly. Jacob shook his head, almost
cursing the fact he didnt. "Its cool. Spit on your hand and lube your dick
up that way."

Jacob looked back at Dwayne's face. It wasn't that he hadn't thought of it
in the heights of his passion with the maori. But having Dwayne ask for it.
No, less than that. Expecting it. Coaching him on it. Assuming it would be
what Jacob would do. Jacob found himself almost shiver, his wet body still
pressed along Dwayne's. He spat into his hand, and found his still aching
cock. Running his fist down its length as his sticky spit eased the
passage.

"Bit on my ass too," Dwayne breathed quietly, heavily. "Try and push a
little inside. I've never taken it in the ass before."

Jacob thought to stop. To try and reason with Dwayne. He didnt want him
loosing his anal virginity just like that. Someone who had had as much sex
as he didnt. And was letting him do what no other person had? He wasn't
sure he deserved the honor. Not sure about how it felt to have Dwayne offer
it to him. So readily, it seemed. He stared up into Dwayne's eyes, seeing
only quiet approval. A firm seriousness in what he was undertaking. A hint
of anxiety.

"Your a fucking big guy, Jake," he said quietly. "Im gonna need a little
loosening up. Its cool, just put your finger up in my ass. Nice and slow.
Ill guide you through it all."

Jacob did as Dwayne said, moving his still wet hand up to his ass. It felt
hot. Almost hotter than his heavy, well hanging nuts that sat just above
his ass hole there. He heard Dwayne gasp tightly as he attempted to put his
index finger into him. Perhaps a little too eager, too rough. Jacob stopped
instantly, pushing a little more slowly, firmly. He still felt Dwayne's
apprehension. The tightness in his legs and mostly his ass.

Jacobs finger slowly sunk to its knuckle inside Dwayne's clamping ass hole.
He didnt know how best to do this. He saw Dwayne's cock, in all its short
thickness, still lying stiff along his stomach. His balls hanging low just
below. Jacob gently pushed and probed, thinking to ease Dwayne's pain a
little as he stared at his balls. He lowered his mouth, taking the kids
nuts in slowly.

Dwayne moaned quietly, softly. Not the same as he had when he had sucked on
his cock. It was a different sort of moan. Jacob gently continued working
in his finger, then another, as Dwayne instructed him too. Keeping up a
slow, just firm attention to the maoris hanging nuts. Jacob marvelled over
them, found himself aroused and envious almost of Dwayne's balls. So low,
even while he was hard. He licked and sucked at the kinky skin there.
Feeling the scratch of his thin hair.

"Ok ... come up here."

Jacob pulled himself slowly out of Dwayne, doubtful of how he could enter
him when he'd so tightly taken only two of his fingers. He moved into an
embrace on top of Dwayne, wondering if he should really do this. He had
never met anything so true as when he had said that he didnt want to hurt
Dwayne. He almost flinched at the mere hints of pain on his face as he had
fingered at his hole.

Laying atop Dwayne, Jacob felt the maori shift him slightly. Legs splayed
wide, his cock nested suddenly and firmly against Dwayne's skin. Bluntly.
Dwayne muttered quietly for him to shift it. Put it against his ass. Jacob
found himself wanting to do this so bad. The anticipation arched through
his hot body. He found himself holding himself back against the passion,
the want to be inside Dwayne. To share with him the same virginity he was
surrendering to him.

Jacob groaned quietly as his head pushed against Dwayne's ass hole. Nested
there almost so perfectly. Held in that exquisite softness. Needing little
more encouragement than the feeling within himself, Jacob did what he knew
Dwayne would have told him to, if he had not. Slowly, his eyes all but lost
in Dwayne's, he began to push forward, feeling the sudden, searing heat of
his body there as it began to swallow in his head.

"Oh fuck ..." Dwayne's head fell back slightly, Jacob stopped instantly.
"Fuck! don't fucking stop ... don't ever fucking stop ..."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Jake, you aint gonna hurt me," Dwayne said firmly, yet with a sweaty
smile. "You big, but I can take it. I wanna take it, Jake. I wanna take
you. I ..." Dwayne relaxed back, Jacob feeling the slight give in his tight
ring of muscle.

Pressing forward again slightly, Jacob leaned himself in against his cock.
He heard Dwayne's soft moans, watching as he kept his head back, stared up
at nothing in the darkness. Jacob found himself wanting to see Dwayne's
eyes. Still scared of the quiet moans, touched with the slight effort of
pain that he made. He felt as if he was slowly moving into a warmer,
brighter heaven than he had ever felt. Inevitable. He strived deeper to be
closer to it.

Jacob began to work in slow thrusts, finding it bought a tight, beautiful
pleasure, despite how little of his cock was inside Dwayne. He felt Dwayne
tighten, his hands rubbing smoothly at his shoulders again. His moans
quiet, almost controlled, compared to the fury he had cussed out during his
blow job. He felt all too natural urges within his hips, gently, firmly
stroking up against that tight heat. Feeling as, with each push, it gave
just a little more to his advance.

Taken by a powerful lust, and by the building stroke in his body, Jacob
began to start taking Dwayne in the depths of lovemaking. More than half of
his long cock still outside the maoris ass, he stroked with what he had,
his body arching back as he let out moans of his own. Building in power as
his strokes became more powerful. The heat all but stifling on his dick.
Against his body. He felt the wetness between them there, in the dark.
Jacob found himself feeling what he had always imagined in a lovers
embrace. Good, pure. Everything he had dreamed, but more.

Jacobs hips began a rhythmic thrust as he built his pace. Moaning, then
kissing, holding Dwayne. Moaning and muttering undying words as strong as
the pleasure that burned within his cock. Jacob felt a little more of it
slip within, Dwayne's ass still tight, unable to the task, despite the kids
willingness to take. Jacob didnt care. All he cared about was in his arms,
under his lips. All he cared about was right here, making him feel the most
powerful of pleasures he had ever taken.

Jacob felt Dwayne moving with him as he thrust. As he began taking him more
fully in the heights of his lovemaking. Jacob felt an almost dizzying high
explode within him, as his climax rushed and flooded within him. Building
with an intensity matched only by his strokes. Never end. Never let this
stop. Let me spend an eternity with this. Jacob closed his eyes tight,
holding on to Dwayne's lanky body like it was all that kept him in life.

His moans loudening with each thrust, Jacob thrust with the urgency he felt
within him. There was a sticky wetness against him. As he rubbed his body
against Dwayne's in the act of love. It made the task easier, wetting him
from his groin to almost his chest. He smelt the powerful musk of Dwayne's
sex again, realizing what had happened. Feeling his own peak surging within
him. He cried out loudly as it hit. Filling Dwayne with the power the maori
had filled him.

Still crying, Jacob froze hard as he emptied his load within Dwayne's ass.
His cock still just only over half way inside Dwayne. The rest, his balls,
his inner legs, wet with his sweat. His cock throbbing and shooting in an
almost painful giving of cum. Jacob shuddered as he felt the last of his
seed release from him. Coaxed so quickly in the intense act of making love
to Dwayne. So simple a task, not like the labored efforts he had been
forced to commit earlier.

Easing softly from Dwayne's ass, Jacob collapsed on his side beside the
maori. Feeling the maoris lips against his. His soft words. He felt a full,
yet satisfying fatigue in his body. His muscles ached with something more
beautiful than that which it had earlier in the night. He couldnt find the
words he needed to explain what he felt. He wanted to say them to Dwayne.

He felt his breath. Dwayne's own against his skin. He felt the kid move
slightly, pause, then put something up about his neck. Jacob moved up a
little, realizing and seeing that Dwayne was pulling his pendant about his
neck.

"Don't say shit," Dwayne said. "I don't want to lose what we got now. We can
talk in the morning."

Jacob felt the cool stone settle against his chest, feeling Dwayne's arms
returning about his body as he lay with him. Exhausted in the act of loving
Dwayne. Jacob felt a warm glow within him. Reassured even further by Dwayne
words. His unexpected gesture. He kept to Dwayne's words. Said nothing as
he wrapped his arms about Dwayne. Knowing that sleep would come more easily
within Dwayne's embrace.

Jacob couldnt think of the words to say, anyway. No words could explain his
first time.