Jake From Next Door

I started working on my school report as soon as I got home.  I wanted to do a good job on it, so I was pretty intensely studying when I heard a knock at the back door. I got up, opened the door, and there was Jake, from next door, holding a sheet pan.   I looked up at him, and he smiled, and I invited him in. “Hey man.  My mom made lasagna and we had a bunch left over, and she wanted to know if you guys would want it?” Jake asked. “Dude! That’s fucking awesome! Thanks!” I said.  I took the pan from him and set it on the counter.  “How ya been?” I asked.  “I haven’t seen you around much.” “Yeah, pretty good, on the JV team at my school, but coach thinks they might switch me up to varsity, but I gotta keep my grades up, too.  I was wondering… you’re pretty good at algebra, right?” Jake asked. “Yeah, I’m in AP math this year,”  I answered. “Do you think you could help me out a little? I’m having a hard time figuring some stuff out.” I thought about my report that I was working on, and figured I had maybe an hour more to work on it. It would be at least another hour or more before my mom got home. “Sure, I can look at it with you.  Go get your homework, I’ll see if I can help you out,” I told him. “Cool! Thanks Tyler, I’ll be right back!” With that, he loped out the back door.  I hadn’t seen Jake for a few months, at least. He was a freshman like me, but he was super tall.  He wore the same dorky shit I always saw him in, a basketball shirt, and dirty silvery athletic shorts, with hightops, but I know his school made him wear a blue uniform blazer and trousers with a tie for classes.   He came back, and knocked on the door again. I rolled my eyes. “You can just come in, you don’t have to knock,'' I said.   “Oh, OK.  I wasn’t sure.” “Let’s sit over here in the kitchen. Let me see what you’re working on.” He opened his book and his notebook, and started showing me algebra stuff.  It was pretty basic freshman stuff, so I told him to sit down, and I pulled up a chair right next to him.  As he was explaining what his problem was, I got a good look at him.  Besides being extremely tall, I noticed his chest was much broader than I’d remembered. He also had a bit of sideburns that hadn’t been shaved yet, and a few long hairs on his chin.  His legs touched mine under the table, and I could feel they were very hairy.  It would seem he had grown up quite a bit since he asked if I had pubes when we were 12! I looked at his homework, and explained how to solve the formulas. It seemed like a light came on, so I explained what to expect for the next day’s work as well.  He was genuinely grateful, as he breezed through the problems while I watched.  “Awesome! Thanks man, I never could’ve done that without you!” he said.   Jake pushed back the chair with his feet, and put both his arms behind his head to stretch and crack his neck. I noticed he had a forest of armpit hair.   “You know much about girls?” Jake asked me. “Not really. Does anybody?” I said, and we laughed.  “Well, there’s this girl that goes to St. Mary’s.  Her name is Brittany.  She’s super pretty, and she’s got the nicest tits, and she smiles at me all the time, and when I see her after Mass she’ll come up to me with her friends, but I don’t know what to say, and then I’m afraid that my thing will get hard, so I don’t really talk to her, and I think she’s gonna think that I don’t really like her, but I don’t want her to see that I’m getting a boner in my school trousers, and…” "Whoa, slow down there! You get a hard-on just talking to her?” I asked.  Jake said, “Yeah, I get hard all the time, and it’s really embarrassing.  I get hard in school, I guess all the guys do, but I get hard just thinking about her, and then I try to do my homework, but it won’t go down, I can’t concentrate and I don’t know what to do! I just can’t stop thinking about Brittany!” “Why don’t you just go take care of it?” I asked. “What do you mean? Take care of it? How?” he asked. “Jack off.” “You mean masturbate?” he asked, looking shocked. “I never… I mean, it’s a sin, so I haven’t ever… do you actually do that?” “All the time,” I said. “I usually do it after school when I get home, but I didn’t today because I was working on a report.” “Father Wasner says that masturbation is an avoidable sin.” Jake said, and in a churchy voice started, “He spilled his semen on the ground to keep from producing offspring for his brother. What he did was wicked in the Lord's sight; so he put him to death also.” “Well, all I know is that it keeps me sane, it feels really good, and I don’t want to get hard in school all the time.” I told him. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never jerked it?” “No way.  I mean, sometimes, I rub myself on my bed, and it feels nice, but I don’t want to commit an avoidable sin.” Jake looked uncomfortable, and was trying to sit with his legs crossed. “Shit, I’m hard now!” “Well,” I said, “I can’t speak for Father Wagner ---” “Wasner,” Jake interrupted. “Whatever,” I continued.  “But I’ll bet you anything that he probably jacked off when he was our age.  Everyone does it.” “Really?” “Yes!” I told him. “Will you show me how you do it?” he asked.  Jake was so serious! “Please?” I sighed.  I didn’t want to seem too enthusiastic, but the truth was, that I was getting boned up thinking about it too. “Sure” I said, “But what about Father Wagner, uh Wasner?” I didn’t wait for a reply. “Let’s go into the living room, OK?”  I figured it would be easier in there where we could sit next to each other. It was darker in there, and the sofa was deep and comfortable. “OK," Jake said.  I could tell he was at that place where your mouth goes dry and your heart makes it feel like it’s gonna jump out of your chest.  If we were gonna do this, I figured I’d try to make it as positive an experience as possible for Jake. We went into the living room.  “Here, sit next to me on the sofa, OK? Try to relax.  I can tell you’re nervous.  It’ll be fun, and make you feel a lot better, I promise!” “OK.” Jake sat on the sofa in the middle.  I sat next to him on his right.  I could see he was really hard, as his athletic shorts hid nothing.  I asked him, “Are you still hard?” “Yeah,” I could tell Jake was blushing. “Let me see,” I said quietly. “You said you were gonna show me how!” Jake exclaimed, almost reluctant. “I will, don’t worry.  But you have to take your dick out, OK?” “Well, are you gonna take yours out too? I thought you were just going to explain how to do it,” Jake said. “Sure,” I said. “But it’s easier to show you than try to explain it. Let’s do it at the same time. Ready?” “OK.” I unzipped my jeans, and stood, and dropped them to my knees.  Jake just lifted up his butt, and pulled down his shorts to about mid-thigh. There was an athletic supporter that had seen better days. Ripped in a corner, I could see a ball, and his dick was bulging to be released. “That too, c’mon,” I urged, as I pulled down my boxers so I was exposed. Jake looked at my dick in wide-eyed surprise. He pulled down the supporter, and there was his hard dick, in a forest of reddish brown pubes just  around the base, that fanned out around his balls onto his upper thighs.  His cut dick was surprisingly smaller than mine by at least an inch, and curved up a bit to a shiny head that was already slick with pre cum. “Jeez!” he exclaimed, “You’ve got a big one!” I didn’t say anything to that.  “Lay back, and watch.  Try to copy what I’m doing, but don’t go too fast. When it starts to feel good, let me know."  I took my dick in my hand, and encircled it with my right hand, moving it up and down very slowly.  Jake followed in suit, his tight balls almost disappeared. I tried very hard not to go too fast, like I usually do, so that I could give as much pleasure to Jake while he watched, as I knew that this was all very new to him.  “You should take off your shirt,'' I said. “Why?” he asked. “You’ll be glad you did, trust me,” I said, and took off my own shirt.  I laid back and started to work on my cock again.  I watched Jake watching me.  He was breathing really hard. I noticed he had just a few little hairs around his nipples.   He was holding his dick very tight. “How does it feel?” I asked him. “It’s OK.” he whispered. “Here, let me show you what feels really good,”  I told him.  I reached over with my right hand and touched his cock.  “No, hey don’t… ,“ he exclaimed. “It’s OK dude.  Relax.  Let me show you what feels good.”  He reluctantly moved his hand away, and I started working his dick very lightly up and down, with a bit of a swirl at the top, to get his precum to slick up my hand a bit, then down again.  I knew he was very close.  I slowed down.  “How’s that feel?” “Really good,” he croaked. I grabbed his left hand, and put it on my dick.  “Here, you do mine, and I’ll tell you how you’re doing, OK?” “OK.” Jake took a very firm grip on my dick and started going up and down.  I wasn’t feeling it.  “Not so tight.  Like this,” as I lightly worked his cock nice and slow, with a very light touch.  Jaked slowed down, and relaxed his grip.  It started to feel much better. “That’s it!  Now keep going, nice and slow.  I’ll tell you when to speed up, OK?” “OK.” We worked with each other for just a few minutes, and Jake was releasing a lot of pre-cum.  I could tell he was getting close. His technique was improving, and I could feel myself building up a good load.  “How’s that feel now?” I asked him. “Amazing!” “Yeah, you’re doing real good.  Now speed up on mine just a little,” I whispered. Jake started bucking his hips.  I knew it was time to get to his first cumshot. “Faster!” I whispered.  Jake started going up and down faster and faster, as I worked his cock.  I could tell he was gonna blast any second. Jake bucked and started to shoot. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed, as his first cumshot literally shot onto his face and hit his lips. He grunted loudly over and over. He’d stopped jerking me, but I kept going on him, pulling shot after hot shot of cum out of him.  “Keep going! I’m almost there too!” I urged him.  He started jerking me again, quicker than before. “Oh yeah! Almost there! Ugh!!” I said, as I started to shoot onto my chest, and covering his hand in my cum. I stopped jerking him, but held onto his cock, waiting for the last few pulses as I gently squeezed on it. Jake looked at his cum covered hand, and at all the cum on his chest, and all over his pubes. He licked his lips and tasted his own cum, then licked his hand, and tasted my cum.  “How does it taste?” I asked him. “Alright I guess. Wow.” He lay back, totally spent.  “Gross!” he said.  “Is there always so much?” “No, not usually, unless you’re really turned on.  But anyway, it seems you know how to jerk off now, you did great.  Let me get you something to clean up with.” I got up and got some paper towels from the kitchen, and brought them back for him.  “I jack off almost every day.  Like I said, I think it helps keep me focused, and I don’t get hard-ons in school as much, except when I think about how I want to jerk it later.” I winked at him. “How do you feel?” I asked. “Good! Sleepy! Like I just ran a mile in like, four minutes!” He smiled shyly.  Jake cleaned himself up as best he could.  He pulled up his jock and his shorts, put on his shirt, and turned to me and grabbed my hand and shook it, like we had just completed some business deal or something.   “Thank you for showing me that. I guess I should’ve figured it out on my own, but  I sure appreciate what you done for me today,” Jake said, all formal. “Dude! What the fuck. It’s no big deal. C’mere!” I pulled his hand into me and gave him a quick bro-hug. My face only came up to the middle of his chest, and he awkwardly bent over to hug me back.  “Here, let me help you out, you missed some.  I don’t want you to go back home with cum on your face!”  I took one of the balled up paper towels, found a drier spot on one of them, and dabbed up a bit of cum that was on his upper lip.  “There! Much better. Thank you mom for the lasagna, I can’t wait to try it!” “Thanks Tyler, for the help with my algebra, and… you know.”   “Any time.  It’s what friends are for.  Whenever you need help, let me know, OK?” I told him. “‘K.” With that, he bent over and gave me another quick hug and was out the back door and on his way home.