STORY EXCERPT

Jake sat on the bench in the playground. His mommy had dropped him off to his first ever day of school, and he so far hated it. All the kids around him had suddenly made best friends, laughing and playing together. Most of them even had faces covered in paint. But not Jake.

He hadn’t made any friends yet, and so he was stuck sitting in the quiet corner of the playground without anyone to play with.

There were kids playing games he had no clue about, and it made him sad. He had no brothers or sisters to play with, and his mom hadn’t really introduced him to the kids that he would be at school with. He was all alone.

A shadow appeared from above, and Jake scooted back. The shadow was large, and he hoped it wasn’t one of the teachers. He had seen the teacher from his classroom shout at one of the little girls and make them sit on a stool in the corner of the room and stay there over recess. He hoped the same teacher wasn’t here to do the same to him. He enjoyed the sunshine and didn’t want to be in the stuffy classroom during this time. So he looked up and was immediately confronted by someone other than the teacher, but he still didn’t feel comforted.

The kid standing above him had two friends, one on each side of him, and they looked menacing to Jake. His mom had warned him about bullies, telling him if a bully came up to him then to tell the teacher right away. He didn’t have the chance to tell any teacher, as they moved so he couldn’t go anywhere. The one in the middle was the biggest. He towered over Jake. It scared him.

The kid said not a word to him but immediately pulled him up and rummaged through his pockets. Jake knew he was trying to find something valuable to him, something he wanted, and instinctively, Jake pulled his hands behind his back, trying to hide the small figurine he had there. It seemed to tick off the one to the kid’s right, and he pulled Jake around to see what he had hidden there.

“Well, what do we have here?” the kid asked, and that voice sent a shiver of fright down Jake’s back. He wanted to reach out for it, but the kid held it behind his own back until the bigger kid could hold onto it.

“A figurine, huh, you hiding this from me? Looks valuable.” Jake began to sob as the kid towering over him pushed him back, and he hurt his leg on the bench. He squeezed his eyes tight and waited for the next hit. He cried at the loss of his favorite toy. It had been a present from his grammy for starting school, and he was very attached to it.

The hit never came.

Jake heard nothing, so he peeked one eye open from his scrunched-up position on the ground. Then he opened the second. Another different kid sat opposite him on the ground, and he had Jake’s toy in his hand, looking at it as if it was the coolest toy ever. Then the kid smiled at him, and Jake had a feeling he had just made a friend. But he couldn’t have been sure.

“Here,” the kid said, handing the toy over to Jake. Jake immediately took the toy back, turning it this way and that, making sure it was fine and the bullies hadn’t done anything to it.

“Thanks,” he said.

“I’m Nate. My mommy calls me Nathaniel when I’m in twouble.”

“Jake. Are you my friend?”

“Best friends?”

“Best friends.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Nate opened his third beer. It was almost midnight, and he was well on his way to getting drunk.

It was beginning to get hot in the small, five-and-a-half-by-ten-foot shack. The fireplace was opposite the door along the shorter walls. Nate and Jake’s beds lay on either side of that door. Over the years they had added to the furnishings, a small wooden table, old quilts from home, and even a moveable metal tray they had installed above the fireplace to cook on. How else would they have a cup of coffee in the morning?

Despite the small room and the ever-increasing wind outside, Nate was beginning to get hot. He was almost sweating, sitting so close to the fire.

Apparently Jake had the same idea, as when his longtime friend stood up, he removed his shirt, laying it over the bag that lay against the wall. Nate found himself doing something he had never done before, jacking off with his best friend in the same room.

Nate numbly reached over for the table that sat the foot of his bed. He grabbed a magazine at random from the high pile they always kept there. He opened the first page and was startled to see a man and a woman naked right on the centerfold. They were lying together, a tangle of limbs, so obviously in the throes of passion.

A quick look at the front cover showed he had picked up a porno magazine. But the centerfold piece drew him in again. The picture increasingly became erotic for him, and he soon felt the stirring of his cock hardening. He reached down into his jeans to adjust his prick, but the darn thing jerked upon the first touch. As he grasped at it to put it alongside his left leg, a cough sounded from somewhere in front of him.

He looked up to see Jake watching him. The man had a knowing smirk on his face as if he had caught Nate jerking off.

“What’s got you so horny?” Jake asked, and Nate immediately removed his hand from his cock, sliding the magazine closed. It wouldn’t be good for Jake to see that Nate had gotten hard from a porno magazine.

Nate tried to get the magazine out of reach, but he was no match for Jake’s longer limbs, and the man easily snatched the magazine out of his hand. Nate watched as Jake skimmed through the pages to the centerfold picture.

“Hot damn!” he heard Jake moan quite loudly, but then he quieted and Nate thought his ears had made the sound up, but when his friend grabbed for his cock, Nate knew he hadn’t imagined a thing. “That is so hot. It makes me horny.” It had the desired effect on Nate, and whether it was the beer, the company, or the magazine, Nate ventured back into his jeans and grabbed onto his cock.

Nate’s eyes met Jake’s, and when he was assured there was no repulsion in his friend’s expression, Nate pulled his cock out.

The warm air circled around his now achingly hard cock, and he began to tug on it. The sensation was amazing, considering he was a man who masturbated twice a day, at least. A moan beside him distracted Nate from his own cock and to the one Jake pulled out of his jeans. He didn’t look for more than a second, but it was enough to instill a firm picture in his mind. Surprisingly, it didn’t repulse him. He knew men often ejaculated in pairs or groups, even straight ones, but something about being with Jake while they both jacked off was unreal.

Jake’s cock was long, probably around eight inches and of average thickness, roughly the same size as Nate’s own dick.

Looking back at the picture of the man and woman fucking proved to be very arousing. But it wasn’t the giant tits, the soaking wet pussy, or the perfect mouth on the woman that got his cock leaking pre-cum. No, it was the picture of a large cock, the hard chest defined with muscles, and the sexy bubble butt of the man on the picture that made him moan. Now that should have repulsed him. He was a straight man, after all, and straight men didn’t come over another man with a hard, throbbing cock. It didn’t. In fact, it only made his cock harder, making him jerk it harder, faster. He let his head loll back onto his shoulders, but it hit the wall behind him first. He didn’t care.

Moans and groans came from beside him, and he noticed that Jake wasn’t far off release. His eyes were locked on the picture, probably of the woman being fucked and imagining it was him fucking her, where Nate was imagining kissing the man in the picture as they each jerked themselves to completion.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he moaned in chorus with Jake as he picked up a faster tempo. His balls tightened up in the constriction of his boxer shorts, and he knew his release was not far off.

His cock throbbed, almost in pain as he jacked off. The feelings thrumming through him at fucking his hand next to his best friend were more than he could take.