What Happened To Jake?

By - Angylus

“Jake!!!”

I awoke with a start. I felt some kind of wet warmth on me. I touched my hand to it, and then brought it up so I could see. My hand was covered in blood. I freaked. Try as I might I could not fathom what had happened to me. My mind was a blank. I could not even figure out where the fuck I was. I tried moving, but that was out of the question, it hurt like a bitch. Vague memories returned to me. I kind of remember meeting up with Jake. We were going to head off to our secret place. Nothing else came to me. I began to cry.

“Where are you Jake?” I whispered.

The pain was too much and I black out, seeing faces I did not recognize, and some of which I did.

When I awoke again, all I saw was bright light. It stung and hurt my eyes. I closed them, fighting back tears. I heard voices.

“Oh my god he is awake!”

“Timothy!!!”

I recognized mom and dad. I opened my eyes to see mom looking down at me. She looked so like an angel. Beside was my dad. I could tell both were fighting back tears. I tried to move my arm to touch mom, but it would not move. I tried the other arm, and it too would not move. I think I began to panic. I felt mom put her hand on my shoulder. I heard her comforting words.

“Easy sweetie, you have had a bad accident.” She said gently.

Accident…what accident? What the fuck was she talking about? I don’t remember being in any accident. All I remember was going to meet Jake. Oh my god…Jake. Where was he? Then it hit like a ton of bricks. Something had hit me. I screamed out and began to cry. Mom tried to hug me. I pushed her away screaming.

“Get you fucking hands off of me…don’t touch me!” I screamed.

I must have startled mom, because she jumped. Why the hell I yelled at her was beyond even me. I must have blacked out again after that. Then the dream came.

….Jake was waiting at our usual meeting spot. Fuck he looked so damn hot today. I wanted to jump him right there. I knew we would have to wait. He was driving us out to our special place; a secluded part by the river. No one knew about it but him and me. I had to resist hugging him, as I walked up to his car.

“Hey stud you ready to roll?” He asked.

“Damn rights…let’s get the fuck out of here.” I replied with a smile.

We got in his car and took off. The drive seemed like it took forever. I had reached over once we were out of the city, and began rubbing him. I felt his semi hard cock grow inside his jeans. It took no time to get him fully hard, and rigid. He reached down and gently smacked my hand.

“Hun you keep that up and I am gonna blow before you even get to have him.”

I blushed. I resigned myself to waiting till we got to our destination, which felt like it was taking forever. I began to get anxious as we pulled up the road leading to our spot. Jake parked and we got out. Checking as we did to make sure we were alone. We came around the front of the car. Jake leaned on the hood, and I got on my knees in front of him. I reached up and began rubbing him again. I undid his jeans and released his monster. In one quick motion I took his cock in my mouth and slowly took it to the hilt. Jake had a nice cock. He was about 8 inches hard. He was thicker at the base, and then he tapered off slightly at the knob. His knob was mushroom shape. I loved his cock in my mouth…

I awoke screaming out Jake’s name. As I slowly became aware of my surroundings, I realized where I was. Mom was beside me. I felt loathing and hatred towards this woman, I know not why though. I do love my mom, but at this point in time I guess I was freaked about the situation. I admit at this point I hated everyone and everything around me. I was still in pain, but it was manageable. Mom had a sad look on her face, but I did not give a hit about it.

“What the fuck happened to me?” I demanded.

“Timmy please…you got beat up.”

Beat up? What the hell was that all about? I searched my mind trying to find the answer. All I could remember was sucking Jake. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to the events…

…I worked Jake’s cock. Damn he tasted so fucking good. I licked his shaft, and sucked on his balls, before returning and taking him all in again.

“Oh fuck babe that is so hot!!” He moaned.

I reached up and began pulled and stretching his nut sac. I know he loved that. My other hand reached behind, and began playing with his fuck hole. I pushed at his hole, and slowly my finger went inside him.

“Oh shit dude, you are gonna make be blow soon.”

Well that was all the incentive I needed. I began sucking, puling and fingering him in earnest. Then something happened…

I returned to the present. I felt my whole body shaking. I began to cry and scream obscenities. A flood of memories came back all at once for me…

….I heard voices.

“OMG look at the fucking homos.” A voice said.

I felt something hit me, or rather someone kick me hard in the side. I dropped to the ground and onto my side. I saw a baseball bat hit Jake in the face. I watched in horror as he slumped on the car. I could not tell who it was that was doing this, but I could do nothing to stop it either. I heard the voices again.

“God fucking damn homos…we’ll show you!!”

Someone kicked my straight in the nuts. Holy fuck I felt like my insides were gonna come up. I could feel a boot or shoe grinding into my crotch. Holy shit the pain. I felt wetness and knew I was bleeding. Then I was kicked in the face. I looked one last time, and they savagely beat Jake. The last thing I remember was someone’s voice.

“Holy shit dude you killed him!!”

I could barely make out people running. But it was not over for me. Someone knelt and was whispering in my ear.

“You fucking homo…you like cock? Well maybe I should give you mine? Would you like that?”

“Rick, come on man…let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“You are so lucky man…your lover won’t be touching anymore cock though.”

I was kicked several more times. That is when I blacked out, and awoke in the hospital. Now I felt anger and hatred. I only knew of one Rick. Could this be him? Him and his retard buddies? Was Jake really dead? Questions…I had too many fucking questions. I passed out again.

I awoke later. Instantly I began to cry again. I know mom was there, and I made no effort to tell her to fuck off as she took me in her arms. I held on and let everything come out of me.

“Jake…I am so sorry.” I whispered.

I was in hospital for several weeks. I had suffered damage to my groin. Surgery had repaired it as best as possible. Reconstructive surgery repaired the damage to my face. I had suffered multiple broken ribs. A Puncture lung, and numerous other injuries. I was medicated most of the time in the hospital.

Police came several times to question me, but I did not have full recollection of the events. I learned that it had been Rick and his buddies. They had killed Jake and basically left me for dead. The son of a bitches got life for murder. Well four of them did. I found out that one of his buddies…Billy… had left before anything had happened. From my understanding, they had gone around bragging about killing some fags, and well they bragged to the wrong person.

I did not attend Jake’s funeral, because I had still been in hospital. My friend Stacie told me that over half the school turned out for it. To my surprise, Billy had also shown up. He stood away from everyone else.

Billy had even come to see me in the hospital. He felt guilt and pain over what had happened. Now you would think I would hate him, but I do not. Billy had nothing to do with it. He had walked away. He said that Rick threatened him, if he said anything he would die. Billy had been the one to turn the others in to the police. Billy spent most afternoons by my bed. We developed a friendship, then a relationship, when Billy admitted to being gay himself.

I will never forget Jake. He was my first boyfriend. This was a life altering thing for me. It shows just how the mentality of some people can be. I am still not over what happened to me, even though it has been ten years.

The End

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