Issue #1 - Desires Within

Issue #1 - Desires Within

Perfect blackness. Not even a single non-black point. Jake couldn't see anything but pure essence of the dark. His eyes caught some motion however as he quickly realized that something had changed. Movement, he could feel the darkness moving... against his own body, touching him, saying things he couldn't understand. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of pure pleasure. He opened them to realize that he was no longer in the dark, he was in a half-dark room, lying on a bed, as a blurred figure, whose face he couldn't make out, but surely a male, was touching his body with its (his?) hands, softly and gently.

Jake smiled to that blurred figure in content, feeling lips on his neck, lips which were kissing his skin, slowly moving lower and lower, stopping on various points of his body, taking care of his nipples, then massaging his six-pack and finally going to his boxer briefs... The person smiled at him, he saw the smile, but he was still unable to say who he was. He was in a blur, his body ideal, but kind of hard to tell anything for sure about him...

Jake smiled, floating in that strange feeling that felt like the transition between dreaming and wakefulness. Someone was here. He didn't know who, and in his current sleepy state he didn't care who it was.

He let out a soft moan that grew louder, peering down to try to see the figure better but finding it was still blurry. He kept trying to question who it was and why they were here, but he was lost in the feelings, barely able to form coherent thoughts. Not that he really wanted to, right now anyways. The hands and touches felt too good.

Another moan escaped his soft lips, his head tilting back.

Jake felt content with not knowing who exactly the person was... because why should he? As long as he continued to kiss those soft spots on his body... "ohh", escaped his lips, as the blurry put their hand into his boxer briefs. He touched it, squeezed it and then began stroking it gently and slowly. He was doing it like an expert. Even simple touch of his manhood brought Jake a wave of sheer pleasure and another moan.

"Like it?" He heard his voice, somehow sounding familiar, but still... kind of off, as from afar. He understood the words, but couldn't make out who he was. It didn't matter anyway, because what matter was that... "uhh", he licked the tip and then the whole shaft, with a smirk on his impossible to be recognized face. He locked eyes with Jake and felt that it was the time to move on. He put Jake's pride in his mouth and began sucking on it, quite... loudly one might say.

Jake moaned again, louder this time as the arousing voice asked its question.

"Yesssssss," he said, hissing softly as the mouth wrapped itself around him. It was amazing. He arched his back, moaning louder as whoever it was started working his shaft over. It felt amazing. It was better than anything he'd experienced before and he didn't want it to ever stop.

He spread his legs slightly, giving the person better access, his hips thrusting up slightly, eagerly even. He wanted more.

Jake's encouragement didn't go unnoticed, as his (still unnamed and unknown) lover continued to give him all his attention, engulfing the shaft and sliding up and down. He was wonderful at this, the best probably, or at least the best cocksucker Jake has ever met. He released it... only to take it all once more in his mouth, every inch of Jake's manhood's ten inches right into his throat. He slurped as he struggled to keep it in. That was certainly a feat! The sound he made, "Mhmmm..." sounded like the best kind of music to him. The moves this person - whoever he was - made were what pushed him over the edge, as he tried not to cum in his mouth, just yet. He had to focus all his thoughts not to give in to this amount of sheer pleasure...

Jake almost couldn't believe it. It felt better than anything he'd ever experienced. He couldn't help himself as his hips thrust up, pushing himself deep into this person's mouth, throbbing in pleasure. It felt so good!

The feelings were overwhelming and he quickly felt himself approaching orgasm. But he wasn't ready yet, not quite yet, he wanted to enjoy it more. His leaned back into his bed, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to concentrate on holding back.

It didn't last long, however, as the feelings became overwhelming. He could only imagine how good the release would feel. Reaching down he gripped the back of the person's head, thrusting himself deep into his throat as he let out a low groan and started to cum.

This person's skilled tongue danced around Jake's shaft as he stroked it in his mouth. With a bit of help from his brown-haired jock thrusting his hips upwards like in some kind of sex rage, he took all ten inches into his throat, right to the balls containing the white essence of life. He 'mhm'-ed more as he had to adjust to a new pace of face-fucking from his lover. The tension and the increase in speed made him realize that Jake was getting close. He showed him a new dimension of the word 'pleasure', something he would not soon forget.

With a smile on his face, he reached out for his lover's face with his hand. He squeezed his nipple, but then lowered it and took a hold of Jake's hand. "Mhmmm", another moan and... "Aahhhahhah" - Jake's scream full of joy and pleasure could probably be heard in the whole neighbourhood. His cock was throbbing, spurting semen ray after ray right into the blurry person's wet mouth. He didn't pull back though, taking the whole load right into him. Neither did he stop touching the jock's hand...

Jake's orgasm was intense, to say the least. It caused all of his muscles to tense and relax as one as he filled the figure's mouth with his seed, pumping again and again in a seemingly endless stream. It felt so exquisite.

As the hand grasped his, he returned the gesture, squeezing the hand as he continued to fill the mouth, many long moments passing before he finally stopped and he lay there on the bed, panting loudly, his chest and abs rising and falling, his hand still grasping the one that gripped his own.

Eventually he drew up the strength to finally lift his head and he peered down at the figure, once again trying to see it clearly.

It was the moment when Jake opened his eyes that he realized that... there was no one there. He was in his half-dark room, laying on the bed covered with cum. It was just a dream... or was it? Somehow he couldn't quite... place it in the 'dream' section. It felt so alive, so vivid, so intense. Usually dreams aren't like that, but at the same time dreams can be of almost any manner, right? They are the reflections of the person's soul, or at least some believe in it. Perhaps it was just one wet dream which simply felt exaggerated.

Perhaps not.

Looking at the clock, Jake noticed that the alarm clock didn't alarm him that it was the time to wake up and go! He was already late for the football practise with the whole team! There was an important match to be played next month and his team couldn't fail... he couldn't fail. He was beginning to rise as a star at school because of his perfect timing at the field and if they didn't win that match... his dreams of becoming a real star would probably be destroyed completely.

Describe your routine wake up phase and all the things Jake does before going out... note that he's already late!

Jake looked around his room, somewhat confused. It had all felt so real. So amazing. So good. Where did the person go?

But reality started to set in. It was all a dream. He lay his head back against his pillow again and then looked down, seeing himself covered in his cum. Then, his head turned and he saw the clock.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, stumbling out of bed and almost falling as he stumbled to his feet, thinking only about getting to practice. He looked around, quickly grabbing his tshirt from the previous day and wiping himself clean before pulling on his outfit and rushing towards the door to head to practice.

The dream figure had been long gone. That person had probably been just conjured up by the mind of a horny teenage jock. Jake quickly got over this, pushing this problem into the darker spaces of his memories, as he realized he had already been late for an important football practise! Damn it! Why didn't the clock go off? Did he forget to set it or did the mechanism actually break down? Ugh, why did it have to be at that particular day of the week! It was Saturday, one of two days when he didn't have to go to school... and out of those two it was the one when he had to get up early because of his trainings. Any other day would be better - even being late to school wasn't so bad as not getting to the couch at the right hour. He couldn't imagine how furious Mr. Anderson would be! Especially that he was not a man of words, but a man of actions. To change his mind, promising wasn't enough. You actually had to put the words into action and show him that you were serious when you spoke of doing something.

That is why Jake's anger was starting to rise. He quickly cleaned himself, yawned, changed his boxer briefs (he wouldn't go with those in which he had slept in, of course) and put t-shirt, shorts and trousers on. Without even thinking about going to kitchen and having some breakfast, he headed to the door... only to be stopped by his mum. "Jake! Where do you think you're going, young man? You look awful and you haven't eaten anything. I won't let you go out without proper amount of calories!" Melinda was a nice and responsible woman, but a very strict and down-to-earth woman. She expected the best out of her sons, both Dave and Jake, even now when David was no longer living with them she would call him and tell him to behave and ask him about his grades. That could be very... annoying, to put it lightly. "And no, don't think you can go out without eating. I know, I'll make you some eggs!" She smiled, opening the fridge with her left hand and turning the radio on with her right.



"This is 10 percent luck, 20 percent skill, 15 percent concentrated power of will, 5 percent pleasure, 50 percent pain and a 100 percent reason the remember the name!"

"What is this?" She asked herself, but left it on with a sigh and got down to making Jake breakfast. He didn't have time though... if he didn't show up right now, he could even get thrown out of the team! No one knew what was going on in Mr. Anderson's mind. That is why he apologized to her and quickly got a cold toast and headed through the door. He didn't even hear his mum yelling... He wolfed down the toast (which was too salty) and began running towards the field.

It didn't take him as much as he thought it would. He really was in rush, because it seemed that he run the whole distance in 13 minutes. He was sighing heavily when he got to his team. The couch, who had already noticed him, wasn't very content with his delay. "Robinson, what the hell were you thinking?! We have been waiting here for 20 minutes now for you, mister, to arrive! Get the hell on the field! Now! If any of you," he turned to face all the other players, "pulls something like that out, they're out! Consider it the last warning! If you can't sacrifice some of your time, don't even think you can be the part of the Hounds!" That was... bad, but somehow less bad than he thought it would be.

Jake's acquaintances from the team looked at him, some glad that he had finally come, others just annoyed by the delay, but one of them shot him a cold glare. Andrew Matts, one of the better looking guys from his school, tall, fit, quite muscular, with short black hair (modeled with some hair gel) and icy blue eyes. This guy had despised him ever since he became the part of the team, because he used to be the star and now it was Jake's role to be one. He certainly had his fair share of attention though, because there were lots of scandals involving him and some of the hottest chicks in the school. When he broke up with one, he would soon find another's boobs to cry on. "Well, the star has finally arrived. We're," By 'we' he probably spoke of himself and two of his close friends, Gene and Rick, standing just behind him, looking like his bodyguards. "surprised that there was no limusine and no red carpet." He finished with a cold smile on his face.

"Fuck off, Matts, leave Jake alone. Anyone can oversleep, don't say you've never been late to school yourself." Jake's friend, James joined the conversation.

"Why are you even defending this sucker?! Can't you see we've been waiting for him, like, twenty minutes! We could've started earlier, if he'd showed up!" Jake was kind of glad that Andrew didn't start with the 'boyfriend joke' he sometimes did when James was saying things in his name. They were only friends, but the fact that he was gay would certainly be enough to jeopardize his sports career and get a lot of unwanted attention (in a bad way).

"Yeah, sure, it's not like you were on time, Andy." James grinned. "If I recall, you were five minutes late."

"Five ain't twenty!"

"Wow, you're brighter than you look." He scowled, some of the others, not participating in the conversation, laughed.

"What? Lookin' for a fight, Wings? 'Cause you're sure to find one soon."

Jake couldn't believe how late he was, and then his mother wanted to hold him up while she cooked breakfast?! He barely made it out of the house with the toast, knowing she'd probably be mad later, but he didn't have time and once he explained she'd probably be ok.

As he ran he tried to shake the thought of the dream from his mind. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a dream like that, so vivid, and so good. He felt like he was 12 again the way he'd exploded in his sleep, that hadn't happened since he'd figured out how to handle himself. Before he knew it he was already at practice.

He arrived at the field and saw everyone waiting for him and staring and he tried to give an apologetic smile before he listened as the coach berated him. Jake was glad that the coach didn't kick him off the team and there wasn't even any punishment.

He tried to ignore the glare from Andrew, but the guy just wouldn't let up. Jake's friend James tried to step in, lightening the situation a little, but it made Andrew angrier it appeared and Jake stepped between them.

"Dude, chill out," he said to Andrew. Why did all of the really hot ones have to be assholes, anyways? "I said I'm sorry I was late, drop it and let's get practicing."

Jake stepped in before the conservation about him turned into something less civilized and more barbarian. He tried using reason to calm down Andrew, who would have killed him already, if looks could kill. Even as he spoke, trying to ease the situation, he felt the actual despise, hatred mixed with jealousy coming out of his rival. The words 'drop it' sounded a bit off coming from him, because Jake kind of... feel he didn't want to drop it either. He felt his hands clenching almost against his will, as his thoughts turned to anger at those stupid and infantile accusations.

"Yeah, we all should just calm down and get to work..." said James.

"As if anyone listened to you, Wings!" Matts' friend, Gene, an average-looking, slim, but muscular (not overly so though) red-haired guy, spoke up. "If we--" It was so hard... so... hard... to resist... that desire to... just... hit this guy... right in the... face... Jake was breathing heavily, but others didn't seem to notice or they just thought it was because of the long range he had run. No, he was breathing, because it was helping in calming down... that was what he thought. It was almost unnatural for him to feel such intense hatred. The evilish frin on Andrew's face... what he could do to wipe it out...

"Don't you think you're going to steal all the glory, sucker." Andrew sent Jake another one of his icy glares. Another wave of anger mixed with jealousy hit his body and he felt his fingers hurt from clenching his fists.

"You can't understand that not everything is about your sorry ass, do you?" James shot back.

Jake could feel the anger rising in him. It was so unlike him, normally he was calm, the cool headed one. Yet right now he felt an overwhelming urge to punch Andrew right in the face. His fingernails dug into the palm of his hand as he fought for self-control to steady himself.

Why was Andrew trying so hard to start a fight today? and why was Jake finding it so hard to resist? Andrew's face was right there, Jake could shut him up right now, nice and quick.

"I'm not out to steal the glory, that's you," Jake said, "That's all you give a crap about. I'm here for the team." He stared daggers back at Andrew and James, "Now shut up and get back to practice before I shut both of you up!"

This was going to end badly... if they both didn't shut up right now, that was Jake's opinion and right now he felt like imposing it on others. He was... annoyed with their talk, his usual nice and warm nature replaced by this angry state of mind he was in right now. His words carried a certain challenge with them, his intentions were clear enough for Andrew to back out... for now. "You'll regret." Once more icy look from his eyes and another wave of intense hatred mixed with even more jealousy than usual. "Come, dudes, leave these suckers alone. We gotta practice." He said to the two of his bodyguards-friends, red-haired Gene and the latino Rick. They left Jake with James, who was even more surprised by his words than Andy was.

"What's wrong with you today?" He asked, slightly offended. "Why you're so puffed up, it's not like you at all." He looked at him and shook his head. "I think I'll better shut up before you do what you've said, huh?"

Jake brief a sigh of relief as Andrew finally backed down, and he held up the glare to Andrew to make sure the other boy would know that he meant it.

Jake was glad when Andrew was finally gone, but he frowned a little at James's reaction. "What's wrong with me? What do you mean? They were being assholes." He didn't understand why James wasn't grateful. He should be glad that Jake stood up for them, not offended.

But Jake shrugged, still feeling a little angry, but relieved it was over. He put a hand on James's shoulder and gave it a small squeeze, "Come on, let's get going before we get in trouble."

James relaxed a bit, "Okay, yeah, we should join the others. It'll be hell of practice today and you know it. We gotta win that upcoming match." smiled Wings as the two of them joined the team on the field and began their practice. The couch was yelling almost all the time that they were not giving everything out of them, that they were not good enough (to win), that they should try harder. It was actually quite... irritating, especially when Jake was running for the ball and suddenly felt a wave of disapointment mixed with anger.

"How do you think you'll win this match?! By standing and looking pretty!? You're not strippers, damn you, Matts!" Andrew looked... really pissed off now. Not only did Jake not get into trouble even though he was late, Mr. Anderson chastised him in front of the whole team... for nothing! He looked at him with an apolegetic smile and got to playing harder than before... but not before shoting daggers at Robinson, who, in his opinion, was the reason of all the evil in his world. When Jake's eyes met Andy's, he felt that again - a strong desire to just go there and hit him so hard he wouldn't wake up for an hour... Why was he having that kind of effect on him anyway?

Jake felt the irritation, it was nearly constant now. The coach was berating them, although it wasn't centered on Jake which was good. But Andrew was still irritating him, and the looks he gave Jake pissed him off.

It just made Jake play harder, funneling his anger in the game, a little rougher than normal but not overly so as he worked out his aggression. He wanted them to win and he wanted people to concentrate on practice. But he still felt Andrew at the edge of his thoughts and he still wanted to punch him.

As Andrew shot him the glare, Jake glared back, a challenge in his eyes as he walked past on to the next play.

The rest of the practice wasn't as bad as it could have been. Jake was playing much harder, in a more aggressive manner than normal. It seemed that the couch noticed that and gave him a content grin. "That's it, don't give them a chance, Robinson!" he cheered and the footballer felt relief, his iritation disappearing slowly. But then... there was this never-ending feeling of anger and rage focused at Andrew Matts, who was even a bigger dick today than usually. Instead of hitting him (it was very tempting though), he decided to blow off steam into play.

As the practice finished, the couch commented on his players' behaviors, once again complementing Jake and saying something about being glad he hadn't missed the practice. Andrew just stared with disbelief, his eyes burning with anger. He didn't act on it. Yet.

"How're you holding up?" James approached Jake and smiled as the two headed home together. They didn't really live close, but at least in the same direction. "Andy was behaving as if he was on the edge, man. Wonder what made him so angry and stupid, I mean, more than usual."

Jake played hard during practice, and even though he was a little angry and irritated throughout the time, he was still also pleased with himself at how well he played, and the praise from the coach allowed him to return Andrew's glares with a smug smile of his own.

As they walked him, he smiled at James, "I'm doing alright, I guess. Andrew was really pissing me off though. I've never wanted to hit anybody that bad in my life."

He could still feel it, but at least with Andrew out of sight it was a little easier.

Without Andrew around it was much easier to concentrate on doing something else than thinking about hitting that guy... Andrew was usually less aggressive and didn't try to pick a fight that hard. Something must have pissed him off and he was trying to blow off some steam. Unfortunately for him Jake wasn't to be messed with.

"Yeah, I saw it, you had that fire in your eyes, you know. As if--"

"Never heard not to speak of the devil?" The voice coming from the road. It was Andrew Matts, along his two bodyguards-friends, all of them sitting in his red cabriolet. Yeah, this was another fact about him - he was rich, as in 'a son of a very rich parents'. It was also another reason why all the girls were his, some of them simply enjoyed the fact that he would be giving them a lot of expensive presents. Fools. Jake could feel that burning hatred deep inside his heart that was almost contagious... or maybe it was indeed contagious, considering how he felt and how it seemed to affect him. He was looking at the pair out of the window, giving them a hateful smirk.

"I'm not out to steal the glory..." he said, trying to imitate Jake's voice.

"Oh fuck off, Matts. Why don't you just go and die?"

It was just... too... much! Jake felt it again and now... he just couldn't hold back.

Jake nodded as James spoke about James, but their talk was interrupted by the arrival of Andrew. Why did Andrew have to show up, yet again? And in his perfect car of course, paid for by his parents. Jake's face turned slightly red at the anger he felt.

Andrew's taunting didn't help at all, and he just grew more and more angry.

Jake stalked over towards Andrew's car, bending down towards the window, "What the fuck is your problem Andrew? I'm tired of your jealous bullshit." He was barely able to hold himself back, he wanted to reach in and yank Andrew out and hit him.

"Get the fuck out of here, sucker! You scratch my baby even in the slightest and I'll beat the fuckin' crap outta ya!" Andrew shouted, as he shot daggers at Jake. "Jealous?! Perhaps jealous of you, fucker?! You wish, you're a stupid, not talented at all, idiot who's trying to lick our couch's ass to get to the top! You're just an apple polisher with no real skill." His accusasions were just... Jake's head was going to explode in a minute. He felt the anger rising, that heat of fury he had already felt today, running through his nervous system like a drug...

"You heard da man, get the fuck outta his car!" grunted Gene.

"Jake, they're not worth of our time, let's go." James said, but no, this wouldn't end with Jake going without some satisfaction. He had to wipe that grin from that fucker's face. He... simply... had to...

Jake wasn't intimidated by Andrew. Maybe normally he would have, but today he was too angry. It was all too much. He barely even heard Gene and was entirely focused on Andrew.

He glanced towards James, who was trying to calm him down, but it wasn't working. Instead he glared back at Andrew, "I told you to shut up. I'm tired of your shit!" Jake reached into the car, grabbing Andrew's shirt and yanking him closer, "Now shut up or I'm going to shut you up!"

"Jake, wha-what are you doing?" James asked, surprised to see his friend react in such a harsh way.

"Get yer fuckin' hands off me, faggot!" Andy shouted, trying to release himself from the grip on his t-shirt. "You're fuckin' tearing my t-shirt!" He yelled and prepared to hit Jake with his fist... but Gene was faster, he reacted almost instinctively (one might say protectively) and punched the brown-haired jock right in the cheek with so much force that he stumbled back, instantly letting Andrew go. Blood, the ginger-haired guy had probably damaged Robinson's jaw from inside. And now... all Jake was feeling was aggression, fury, rage. And he didn't hold back any longer.

Jake has failed a Toughness check (DC 18) by 4 points what means he is now Bruised and receives -1 to any further Toughness checks to shrug off the damage.