Page 2 of Poles Apart
He texted him, saying he’d be there later, and went to his next class, hoping he’d have time for a shower before he got to Jacob’s. He had lessons until 8 p.m. and knew he’d be pushing it.
Dominic was eager to go to the next level with Jacob. He’d been thinking about telling him how he felt. He’d play that by ear, though. He didn’t need to rush Jacob into something he wasn’t ready for. Dominic was out and proud, but Jacob wasn’t. He was still firmly in the closet.
He left his home, showered and ready, wearing his best skinny jeans and a tight black T-shirt. He’d experimented tonight with black eyeliner and gold glitter on his eyelids, accentuating his green eyes. This was it. They might get to fucking tonight, definitely a blowjob, and he was excited at the prospect, if slightly nauseous with nerves.
Confident he looked good, he texted Jacob to let him know he was waiting outside his house. When Jacob opened the door, he could tell by the expression on Jacob’s face, he wanted him, and Dominic couldn’t fucking wait.
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Jacob
Jacob knew it was risky inviting Dominic around, but he was becoming infatuated with him and would do anything to have the chance to take him apart again.
He was envious of Dominic coming out in high school. For the most part, he’d been treated the same, although he had received some stick for it. Jacob would’ve loved to be that brave, but there was no way his parents would support him if he appeared anything but straight.
After six months of doing this, hiding and being secretive, he knew what he felt for Dominic, that deep yearning, the complete and utter fascination, was love. He’d tried to deny it, but the fluttering in his stomach when he was near, the way he looked at him with his bright-green eyes, his face when he came for him… But how could he tell him? How could he voice those words that were threatening to spill from his lips?
He pretended in front of his parents, feigning interest in girls but saying he was too busy concentrating on his degree and apprenticeship to get involved with anyone. His parents were happy with his explanation but occasionally would ask about a girlfriend or if he was interested in bringing someone home. His answer was always the same, and after a while, they stopped asking.
He knew what they were doing wasn’t fair to Dominic either, and he didn’t expect him to wait forever, but he selfishly needed to keep this, whatever this was, going for as long as possible. He felt like himself for the first time, not the pathetic person who needed to please everyone.
Tonight, though, his parents were going out with some of his father’s colleagues, and he was in charge of looking after his eight-year-old sister Abigail, or Abby as she was known.
Having the house virtually to himself, he’d invited Dominic over for some fun. Would tonight be the night he’d tell him? He’d see how it went, admit that he liked him at least. He felt sure he’d frighten Dominic away by telling him he loved him now, even if it was the truth.
His parents left around eight, and by eight thirty, Abby was fast asleep. He’d showered in preparation for Dominic’s visit, paying special attention to his cock and balls in the hope that he’d get a blowjob tonight.
As he opened the door after receiving Dominic’s text, his jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide. Dom looked amazing. Fucking hell, he almost jizzed in his jeans, and his aching erection threatened to burst through his zip. The urge to kiss him was almost too much.
He all but dragged Dominic inside, and once they reached his room, it didn’t take them long to get to it, their kissing sloppy, their hands eager to touch each other. Jacob broke away from the kiss so they could strip and suggested they suck each other off.
“I know we’ve never done it before, but I think it’d be good. What do you say?” He breathed a sigh of relief as Dominic nodded quickly in agreement. They arranged themselves on Jacob’s single bed. Jacob on the bottom and Dominic on top, their mouths instantly on each other’s dicks.
They started eagerly, the sounds of slurping, dirty groans and moans coming from both of them. Jacob had read that a finger in the arse helped men orgasm quicker and decided to try it out on Dominic. With the saliva that dribbled from his mouth, Jacob coated his index finger and tentatively probed around Dominic’s hole. He felt him stiffen in surprise, then groan louder as he forced the tip of his finger into his arse.
Spurred on by the sounds Dominic was making, he pushed harder, pumping his finger in and out as he sucked his dick. Dominic’s hole clenched around his finger, and Jacob thought he was going to explode as Dominic’s sucking became more vigorous, clearly turned on by this new development.
When Jacob would think back to this moment later on, he’d realise that a herd of elephants could have stampeded through his room and they wouldn’t have heard anything. They’d been so engrossed in what they were doing, both of them too close to the edge of orgasm.
So it was no surprise then that he didn’t hear his mother walk into his room as Dominic shouted, “Fucking hell, I’m coming,” at the top of his voice and shot his load into Jacob’s waiting mouth. Jacob swallowed and groaned as his own orgasm rushed over him, shooting onto Dominic’s chest and stomach as he rose.
And that’s when he saw his father in his room, shouting and demanding to know what was going on. Who was this filthy faggot in his house? His eyes bulged, and spittle flew from his mouth as he raged. Shit! Why the fuck were they home so early?
They quickly broke apart, almost falling off the bed as they reached for their clothes. He heard loud voices, but his focus was on Dominic, who cowered under his father’s vile words.
Dominic all but ran from the house, half dressed, as soon as he could, and Jacob was left to face the music. He didn’t hate him for it. It was Jacob’s fault that they’d been caught. If only he hadn’t been so desperate, so eager to be with Dominic. Fuck it!
His parents refused to listen to any of his explanations. His insistence that this wasn’t a one-off, that he loved Dominic, fell on deaf ears. They took his phone away so he couldn’t call or text Dominic to see if he was ok. He was beyond furious at his parents and refused to speak to them after that or answer any of their questions, shutting himself away in his room. He’d tried to explain, but they hadn’t listened.
Well, fuck ’em.
He’d have to find some way of getting a message to Dominic, tell him he wasn’t mad at him, but it proved impossible without his phone. To cap it all, his parents all but made him a prisoner in his own home, and for that, he would never forgive them.
He wasn’t due into college until the following week, but by then, his parents had contacted his Aunt Karen, who lived on the other side of the country. They’d also contacted the company he worked for and explained that due to some family emergency, he needed to move. He was transferred, and before he knew it, he was on his way to Durham.
He never got his phone back, and he lost all contact with Dominic, never to see or speak to him again. He hated his parents for what they did and was determined to find him as soon as he could to make amends. But it wasn’t to be. By the time he returned to Chester, all traces of Dominic were gone.
He mourned the loss of their friendship in private, quietly getting on with his life, but he never forgot him. Everything reminded him of his lost love, and he learned to live with the crushing heartache he felt. A cruel twist of fate two years later left him mourning not just this, but his parents too. A tragic event left them dead and him reeling. His life would never be the same again. He was a twenty-year-old man left to look after a ten-year-old girl with no clue what to do. Fucking great.
