Men Of Honor

Final Chapter

A Gathering To Lead Me When You're Gone

It was the darkest night Jacob had ever witnessed. And the stillness it harbored was both soothing and unsettling. As the pickup truck pulled into the cabin's driveway, Jacob could see Sylas sitting on the small steps just outside the front door, his back hunched, looking defeated. Jacob and Casey stepped outside just as Sylas stood up, his eyes welling up at the sight of Jacob. Through his apparent despair, a smile erupted. Jacob walked up to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. They stared at each other, the bonds of their fellowship rekindling. Sylas pulled Jacob, enveloping his large arms around him.

"Thank you." He mumbled. Jacob pulled away, skimming his hand over Sylas' face gently.

"In his room?" Jacob asked. Sylas nodded his head.

Without hesitation, he walked up the steps and turned the doorknob, entering the house and closing the door behind him. He went through the living room, the memories of every meaningful event that had taken place there dashing before his eyes. Finally, he reached Jeffrey's door and entered. Inside, the room wreaked. Jacob could barely see his way around, only a tiny streak of light coming from inside the small adjacent bathroom. Jeffrey lay on the bed, his body covered by a large, thick blanket. Jacob cornered the bed and sat on a small stool next to it. As soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw Jeffrey's face, thin and frail, his body shivering, stripped bare of his empowering presence and towering physic. His eyes were closed, but Jacob could see a glare trying to break through from underneath them.

"Jeffrey?" He hailed softly. There was a brief silence before Jeffrey finally opened his eyes, an outburst of light discharging all over the room, like a nuclear blast, before dissipating gradually. Jacob couldn't help but take his hand to his eyes, trying to block it from its blinding effect.

"You're here." Jeffrey whispered. His voice stuttered as he battled his body's trembling.

"Yes. I'm here." Jacob appeased, slightly jarred by the deterioration of Jeffrey's health. He straightened himself off his chair and scanned the room, seemingly scouring for something. Then he got up and peeked inside the bathroom. "Okay. We're getting you inside that bathtub." He stated. Jeffrey's eyes followed Jacob around, his head still planted in his pillow. He could hear the water running as it filled the tub, and the steam began creeping inside the room. Finally, Jacob approached the bed and pushed the sheets back, unveiling Jeffrey's body. Jeffrey's skin was stretched thin, and his bones protruded through, showcasing his baffling decay. Jacob veered his eyes away, trying not to reveal his utter shock.

He rushed for the door and opened it, peeking inside the living room, where Sylas and Casey waited, nervous and apprehensive. They sat on the round table, their chairs facing Jeffrey's room.

"Casey, get me some clean sheets. Sylas, something to eat." Jacob directed. Both men hurled themselves from their seats. Casey rushed for the back room, bringing back fresh white sheets and pillowcases, while Sylas walked precipitously to the kitchen, returning with a bowl of chicken broth. "Thanks." Jacob stated, closing the door again. Sylas and Casey glanced at each other and returned to the table, Sylas brushing Casey's head as the boy nervously bit on his nails.

Jacob then took a deep breath and faced Jeffrey again. He placed the soup and sheets on the small bedside table and leaned over Jeffrey.

"Put your arm around my neck." He directed, swathing his own under Jeffrey's body and raising him from the bed quickly. His body weighed next to nothing. Jacob carried him over to the bathroom, the bathtub now half full. "How's that?" Jacob questioned as he dipped Jeffrey's foot into the water. Jeffrey nodded, his head moving ever so slowly. Jacob submerged him under the water's searing embrace, unleashing a slight sigh of pleasure from his friend. He then sat on the floor, grabbed a small scrubbing towel, and dipped it under the water, skating it over Jeffrey's back, whose head fell between his shoulders, his breathing hefty and burdensome.

"Feels nice..." Jeffrey uttered, his voice lagging. Now and then, he would cough, taking the back of his hand to his mouth. Jacob couldn't help but notice how gradually it gradually became spattered with wee drops of blood.

"Christian loved when I did this." Jacob commented, soaking the towel and squeezing the water gently over Jeffrey's hair, which had grown slightly, showcasing his natural dark curls. Jeffrey lifted his head slightly, gazing at Jacob, his eyes glistening.

"I'm...sorry." Jeffrey muttered. As the glow in his eyes slowly dwindled, they became visible again. Jacob gazed at Jeffrey, noticing, maybe for the first time, how his eyes resembled his own. 

"Don't worry about that now. " Jacob answered, his head veering to the side, the pain and grief still clawing inside him. He resumed scrubbing with the soft bath towel, occasionally gazing at Jeffrey.

"Did you...find what you were looking for?" Jeffrey's voice murmured. There was genuine curiosity in his tone as he raised his eyes toward Jacob.

"I did, yes." Jacob responded. But his mouth lingered open as if the truth hadn't displayed itself entirely. "But now...he's gone. I miss him." Jacob confided.

"It'll never go away." Jeffrey uttered. Jacob lifted his eyes, stunned. It was as if Jeffrey scoured his thoughts. "Trust me. I know." He mumbled, almost to himself, as he dropped his face again. Jacob's hand halted, his mind lingering on Jeffrey's statement.

"Jeffrey...who are you?" Jacob questioned, and as he did, he could hear Jeffrey's tears hitting the water's surface.

"I don't even know anymore." Jeffrey admitted.

"Do you remember the beginning of your life? Your birth name?" Jacob questioned.

"Jafri." Jeffrey answered, his voice whispering like a secret memory tucked away. "That was my name more than 500 years ago." Jeffrey disclosed. Jacob just sat there, bound by awe and curiosity.

"Were you born like this?" Jacob asked, intrigued.

"No. I was mortal once." Jeffrey uttered, a smile pushing through his melancholy demeanor. "Then, one day, I met a young man named Lucius. He came to me and offered to save me from death." He continued. "I just didn't realize...at the time...what his offer truly entailed." He tried to explain.

"Is he still alive?" Jacob asked. Jeffrey shook his head. "What happened to him?" Jacob dug. There was a brief hush before Jeffrey finally lifted his head and locked eyes with Jacob.

"I killed him." He uttered. Jacob's body froze, and his eyes gaped as he glanced at Jeffrey. But his friend's eyes weren't threatening. Instead, there was a profound sadness oozing from them.

"Why?" Jacob questioned, his voice uneasy. Jeffrey smiled, and for a brief moment, Jacob saw something beyond his friend's looming cold veneer.

"Because...he asked me to." He said as tears rushed down his face. "So how could I not, Jacob? After all, he was my maker." Jeffrey disclosed, his hand reaching for Jacob's, who looked into his eyes, the truth revealed inside them.

"Jeffrey..." Jacob mumbled, his heart racing, as his hand still held Jeffrey's.

"Don't be afraid." Jeffrey prayed, grasping Jacob's hand tighter. And as he leaned forward, his eyes began to glow.

And then, something happened. Jacob's eyes began to glow, similar to that incident with Christian. But now it felt different, as if his mind connected to Jeffrey's somehow. And as he locked eyes with him, every reflection, remembrance, and recollection came rushing in. Like a transferred experience. A merging of souls. It was so overwhelming that Jacob's body collapsed over the bathtub, his hand still grasping onto Jeffrey's.

"I envy you, Jacob..." Jeffrey sounded, his voice gaining back some of his depth. "Your heart's resilience. Your empathy. It's... Now I understand." Jeffrey disclosed.

"Understand what?" Jacob questioned.

"Why it chose you." Jeffrey remarked. Jacob's hand, which slid over Jeffrey's shoulder, stopped abruptly.

"Jeffrey..." He calmly stated. "I don't know what to do..." He uttered, sitting on the floor next to the bathtub, his eyesight muddled as he tried to lock his eyes on Jeffrey. "I don't know how to help you..." He stated, visibly struggling to wrap his head around his friend's words.

"Yes, you do." Jeffrey declared, finally smiling. "When I was a young man, Jacob, many centuries ago, I yearned for a life greater than myself." Jeffrey disclosed, his head finally tilting back and his eyes closed. "I was given a power...a gift that could do just that." He stated, a smile breaking free, steered by a beautiful regained memory. "But in time...what I had once yearned for became something to run from...and like a careless fool trying to bend the will of destiny, my attempts at evading it fell short." He explained, and as he did, his face began to change. His eyes grew brighter, his skin regained its natural color, and as Jacob held his arm, he could feel Jeffrey's skin stretch outwards, the muscles on his body gradually expanding.

"How...?" Jacob emitted as he stood up, incredulous.

"Then finally, one day, an all but forgotten whisper from my youth stood before me, in mortal flesh." Jeffrey revealed, standing up, his athletic, vigorous, drenched body towering before Jacob. "You were that whisper, Jacob." Jeffrey revealed. A sparkle of light bursting from his eyes, reflected on Jacob, who stood there, gaping at that godlike vision. As Jeffrey stepped out of the bathtub, his now heavy body's weight pressing against the old wooden floor, Jacob towed back, leaning against the wall.

"It's beyond our control..." Jacob whispered, the truth behind Jeffrey's statement finally revealed.

"Yes. Now you understand." Jeffrey uttered. "That first night when you came knocking on the cabin...this power I carry inside...it brought you to me. The light summoned you." He said. "You see, Jacob...you weren't the one lost that night. I was." Jeffrey unveiled before taking his lips and kissing Jacob passionately.

Jacob shrouded his arms around Jeffrey's tall, muscular body, jumping up and scissoring his legs around his hips. He couldn't think straight as his body became usurped by a feverous passion. The sound of their heavy breaths firing across the room. Jeffrey's hands clutched Jacob's ass cheeks, his pelvis pushing him against the wall. His tongue rolled inside Jacob's mouth with insatiable hunger, tugging and sucking it. Jeffrey's head pulled back suddenly, their lips parting with a loud pop.

"Open your mouth." Jeffrey hailed.

Jacob obeyed, stretching his tongue out as much as he could. Jeffrey hocked, firing a ball of spit inside Jacob's mouth, spattering all around his mouth and beard. Jacob unleashed a roaring moan, his body language and facial expressions intoxicated by Jeffrey's dominance. He pulled forward to kiss Jeffrey, but his hand stopped him, gripping Jacob's chin and pulling him down.

"Kneel." He instructed, his fingers inside Jacob's mouth, pulling him down near his now rock-hard, 11-inch cock.

He held it with his right hand and patted it around Jacob's lips, smacking it gently, taunting him. Jacob opened his mouth and swallowed it, sliding it down his throat about halfway through. Jeffrey snapped his head back, groaning in pleasure, his hips dancing from side to side as he took satisfaction in the warmth of Jacob's mouth. He looked down, his mouth stretching into a smile.

"Look at me." He ordered. Jacob's eyes rolled up, and his lips stretched. "You're such a beautiful man, Jacob." He whispered, an almost soft tone to his voice. Jacob moaned, his puppy eyes darting at Jeffrey, begging him to take charge.

Suddenly, he grabbed Jacob's raven hair, his bun all disheveled and started shoving his cock deeper inside his mouth. Jacob's gags flared, blaring and more severe. The slurping from his mouth became more intense as Jacob tried to hold his tongue stretched, coasting under Jeffrey's cock as he slid it in, stimulating his prepuce. The deeper he went, the more spit and drool would fall from the corners of Jacob's mouth, falling on his jeans as he kneeled, his head locked under him. Jeffrey's head suddenly fell forward, hitting the wall behind them, his body slanting like a surfboard, hovering over his progeny, his pelvis thrusting his dick into his mouth. He glanced down to find Jacob still looking up, the tears from his exertions gliding from his eyes.

Seeing this, Jeffrey stopped pouncing. Instead, he grabbed Jacob's long hair and pulled him up violently, his mouth swollen and his lips covered in spit and Jeffrey's precum. He pressed his body against the wall and took his hand to Jacob's face, rubbing it as he looked at him with a predatory gaze. Suddenly, Jacob punched Jeffrey in the chest, causing him to fall back slightly. Then, he slapped him. This time, Jeffrey grinned lustfully. Jacob smiled and pulled his arm to the side, ready to strike again, but Jeffrey's hand arrested him midway.

"You know, this won't be like the last time." Jeffrey sounded, and with one swift move, he twisted Jacob's arm, forcing him to spin around, face the wall, and push his body into it. Jacob let out a terse wail. Jeffrey took his tongue to Jacob's ear and licked it. "Drop your pants. Now." He whispered. Seconds later, he felt Jacob twitch and heard a strap unbuckling. Jacob pulled his pants down, his ass now exposed as Jeffrey began to rub his monster shaft over it, sliding the tip between Jacob's sweaty crack. "Ever since I fucked you, I haven't been able to forget how amazing your hole felt." He said, spitting into his hand and rubbing it on his shaft. "Now tell me. I want to hear you say it." He ordered. Jacob's head bowed slightly, struggling to detach from the wall, still inside Jeffrey's grip.

"Please. Fuck me, Jeffrey." Jacob moaned, his body withstanding yet unable to overturn Jeffrey's potency. His ass stuck out, directing his maker's dick inside him.

"From the moment I first saw you, I knew." Jeffrey uttered, releasing a soft chuckle. "You were born to be fucked, Jacob." He finally stated, pushing his whole dick inside in one swoop.

Jeffrey's hips began thrusting forward with such brutal force that Jacob's body shot forward, his cheeks flapping and his head knocking against the wall. Jeffrey's left hand went for his mouth, pushing his fingers inside and pulling his jaw back, Jacob's teeth crunching on them like a gag. Jacob groaned and moaned uncontrollably, overwhelmed by a pleasure he hadn't experienced before. A blazing spiral of euphoria washed over his body with unbridled intensity, passion, and desire.

Suddenly, Jeffrey stopped. His dick shoved inside Jacob's hole, stroking his prostate as it throbbed. He pulled back out from Jacob, whose hole queefed loudly and turned him around. Jacob looked surprised as Jeffrey's roughness gave way to quietness. His eyes lingered on him, gazing as he stepped closer, his long dick teasing Jacob's belly button. They were now inches away from each other, their noses practically touching as they felt the scent of each other's breaths. Jeffrey's hands landed on Jacob's pecs softly. They started gently skating along his skin, caressing it. Jeffrey's eyes followed them, a certain awe in his movements as he finally granted himself the chance to admire Jacob's physical intricacies. They veered down, rushing past his abdomen, brushing his pelvis, turning under his hard cock, and lingering in his balls for a bit. Then they parted outwards and grabbed Jacob's ass cheeks, lifting him effortlessly. Jacob grabbed Jeffrey's neck, and his mouth opened in rapture, aroused by Jeffrey's handling. Holding Jacob in his grip, his legs bent in the air, Jeffrey angled his cock and slid it inside his progeny, his eyes locking in satisfaction. He leaned forward, placing all his body weight over Jacob, pinning him into the wall again, and his face fell into his offspring's neck.

Jacob's skin burned as Jeffrey's breath pushed into it. He felt compelled to pull his maker's head away, desperate to gaze into his eyes while he penetrated him. He felt Jeffrey's resistance but pursued, forcing his maker to face him. And then, their eyes finally assembled. The glow was back on Jeffrey's eyes, piercing through.

"All this time...you felt so alone...so lost." Jacob said. "So much suffering. So much pain." He continued. Then he paused, his eyes welling up. His chest tightened. He began to feel lightheaded. A sensation resembling that night at the cabin before Jeffrey turned him. "You've...been wandering for a long time, haven't you?" He questioned, feeling Jeffrey's dick slide slowly in and out of him, his hole's walls hugging his maker's meat. His words were as soothing as the drops trickling from Jeffrey's hair, hitting his skin's surface.

Then, from under the radiating light, tears began falling. Jacob took his right hand and brushed it over Jeffrey's face. He leaned in, his eyes locked on his maker, and his lips opened.

"Kiss me, Jeffrey." Jacob whispered.

"I..." Jeffrey muttered, his face twitching as he battled his overwhelming sentiment.

"It's okay. You can let go...I'm here now. I'm here now." He intonated, his voice so mesmerizing it seemed to echo across the room. Jeffrey's head plunged forward, his lips locking on Jacob's as they both sighed in unison.

And then, on that cabin, where everything had begun, maker and progeny finally surrendered to each other. Their souls linked, uniting in an unbreakable bond. Jacob felt the metallic flavor in his mouth, but he knew Jeffrey was bleeding into him this time. His mortality finally exhumed. As their tongues savored each other, Jeffrey's cock still pushing inside Jacob, a white glow began covering his eyes.

Jacob's consciousness roamed as images from Jeffrey's past life flashed before his eyes, as recollections encased in light. He saw war and pain as Jeffrey held dead bodies on battlefields. His hands shackled as he cried himself to sleep in a dark cell.

He saw his maker as he stood beside Lucius' body, crying. The man who had saved his soul was gone. His once beautiful body all wrinkled and dry. Jacob witnessed as he veiled him for days, tired and hungry, unable to forsake his maker. He saw Jeffrey wrap Lucius' body in white fabric, carry him out of the wooden shack, place him on a cold stone shrine, and light his dead body ablaze. He observed as Jeffrey gave an end to Lucius' journey.

He held Jeffrey as he wandered alone for 300 years, meeting countless friends and lovers who eventually grew older, died, and became another gravestone for him to visit. He felt how every life Jeffrey mourned was a nail hammered through his skin, a scar made to bear. He felt the years go by, his maker's heart turning cold as his words lost meaning, and his name became a faint whisper in the wind, no longer part of history. Time gone, a perpetual plane of infinite despair he could not escape.

Then he glimpsed at his encounter with Casey, and through the endearing endless lust of the boy's heart, he saw how Jeffrey rediscovered the joys of the body.

Then Sylas appeared, helping him rekindle the pleasures of having a friend to share his story, one that had been lost and forgotten.

Jacob witnessed the efforts of these two honorable men Jeffrey had gifted as they tried desperately to bring his maker's thrill and wonderment back. But felt how Jeffrey's years of solitude punched a hole in his soul, his heart bound to stay shut.

And finally, under a blinding dome of warm light, Jacob heard Lucius' words.

"Veniet pulsans ad ostium. Homo qui te servabit. Mementote, Jeffrey."

As Jeffrey's spirit came to terms with the inevitable nature of his immortality, someone who would invariably change the course of his story came knocking on his door. A beautiful young man named Jacob.

The light dome shattered, and Jacob was back in Jeffrey's room, his eyes on him. The light was gone, their mouths locked, and Jeffrey's dick was still inside him. Startled, Jacob pulled away.

"What did you do?" Jacob questioned, his eyes gleaming with tears.

"I allowed you to see." Jeffrey revealed, pushing his shaft further inside Jacob's hole, his eyes closing as he burst inside him. His cum firing as Jacob's moans escorted each shot. "My sweet Jacob. Inside you, my memories and my soul shall live forever, boundless. May it remind you and every soul who has battled with despair that hope is everlasting." Jeffrey uttered, his pelvis twitching and his cock throbbing as his batter slid from Jacob's hole, dropping silently on the wooden floor.

Jacob's body collapsed in his arms, so Jeffrey picked him up and laid him in the bed delicately, as if Jacob was his most prized possession. Then he leaned forward and took his lips to Jacob's, kissing him passionately.

"Jeffrey, I feel strange. What's happening to me." Jacob stammered, his body shivering.

"The transfer has begun, Jacob." Jeffrey disclosed, his eyes glistening with emotion, a tenderness in them and his touch that seemed unreachable until now. "You are now the vessel. And in time, you will learn to walk alone, as I once did." He unveiled.

"I don't understand." Jacob muttered.

"Don't worry. You will. Rest now, sweet Jacob." Jeffrey asserted, his hand on Jacob's forehead, ushering him to sleep.

After a few seconds, Jacob fell into a plunging respite that lasted over 27 hours.

A beautiful twilight glow wormed into the room, its shades of purple and turquoise blue layering Jacob's face as his eyes opened. He lifted his body, sitting on the bed momentarily as he scanned the room. Everything felt different. His sight seemed improved, and the colors around him appeared heightened. He could also smell Casey's scent, Sylas' breath, and Jeffrey's cock on the other side of the room. And he could hear their heartbeats as if they were beating inside himself.

"Wow." Jacob uttered, his hands rubbing his face slowly.

Suddenly, the door flared open, hitting the wall behind it, making Jacob's head shoot up. Casey stood in the doorway, his beautiful lips stretched in a smile. Jacob looked at him and beamed. The boy rushed to the bed and jumped into his arms, making Jacob fall on his back as they giggled.

"I felt you." Jacob said, his heart still racing as his arms enfolded Casey. The tenderness of the boy's embrace shrouded him in a warm blanket.

"I know." Casey uttered, lifting his head and kissing Jacob. What started like a casual kiss quickly became a passionate seal of lust as both men moaned, falling deeper into each other, their lips locked. Jacob turned Casey over on the bed, his crotch drilling between the boy's legs, trying to nestle into his cheeks, while Casey's hands fondled Jacob's ass, slapping it.

"I told you to check on him, not fuck him, Casey." Sylas' voice teased from the doorway. Both Casey and Jacob laughed, the sound muffled by their locked mouths. Jacob's head finally popped up, turning to the door.

"Give us...10 minutes?" Jacob requested, his face exuding happiness. Then he looked down at Casey, whose passionate smile was now more vibrant than ever. Jacob could feel the boy's every thought. "Make that 20." He worded.

"Fine." Sylas hollered, his loud laugh flaring as he closed the door slowly behind him.

"I missed you so much." Jacob disclosed, his hands running softly through Casey's face, the boy's blue eyes gazing at him.

"Jacob, I want you inside me." Casey moaned.

"I know...I can sense...everything you're thinking." Jacob disclosed, wonderstruck by this new perception. He leaned in, kissing Casey's mouth, their eyes held by an invisible string.

It's not fair." Casey uttered as he looked at the ceiling.

"What?" Jacob questioned, distracted, his face buried in the boy's neck as he kissed him.

"Now that you came back to me..." Casey whispered. "...I'll have to lose you again." He disclosed.

Suddenly, they stopped, Jacob's body frozen over the boy. Jacob shot backward, his body nearly falling by the side of the bed. He could feel Casey's angst and sorrow as he scanned him, the truth uncovered by the boy's emotions.

"You're not staying. None of you are." He uttered, the boy's heart whispering the truth inside Jacob's head. Casey's eyes welled up. "This can't be." He mumbled, his lips tightening. Jacob lept from the bed, rushing for the door.

"I'm sorry." Casey whispered, his face swerving to the window as the flames from the fire outside shined on his stunning blue eyes.

Jacob exited the room, rushing for the door. As he opened it, he found Jeffrey and Sylas sitting comfortably on beach chairs gathered around a bright fire just a few feet from the porch. As Jacob appeared from behind them, they glanced at him.

"Sit down, Jacob. We need to talk." Jeffrey stated, his voice calm and collected.

Jacob's mouth lingered open, his spirit vehement to scream, boiling with unanswered questions. But he obliged his maker's order, his body compelling him to. He went around their chairs and sat on the one in front of them, their faces partially covered by the flames. Sylas leaned forward, picked up a log from a pile just right of his chair, and tossed it inside the blaze.

"Casey...Sylas...Will they die, too?" Jacob questioned, his voice frightful of the truth.

"Yes." Jeffrey revealed, his eyes searching for Sylas, whose hand stretched over the space between their chairs to hold his. They smiled at each other. "The light chooses a single bearer, Jacob. Casey and Sylas merely feed off of it. Their fates are bound to me." He unveiled.

"So that means..." Jacob whispered to himself, his face buried between his shoulders.

"Once I'm gone, they will too." Jeffrey disclosed, his eyes glistening as he gazed at Sylas, their hands still holding. Then he stood up and calmly walked over to Jacob, sitting beside him, his hand over his progeny's back. "Trust me. I know what you're feeling. And I wish we could follow you, my brother, my friend. But this is how it has always been. And always will be." He peacefully conveyed, looking up at the porch.

Jacob lifted his head to find Casey standing there, beaming at him, his heart filled with love, hope, and passion.

"Our time...our journey...ends in you. And what a beautiful journey it was, Jacob." Jeffrey whispered.

Jacob turned to Jeffrey, and as he looked inside his eyes, he saw, for the first time since they met, the hope that seemed lost to him. And there, in the company of the men that had saved him, Jacob finally understood.

Every moment in his life. Every choice. Every thought had led to this.

"What now?" Jacob asked, his heart finally accepting their fate.

"Now..." Jeffrey uttered. "We'll make sure to enjoy whatever time we have left. Together." He expressed with a reassuring smile.

Jacob saw Jeffrey's aura shine brighter than ever, and as he chuckled, trying to shake off his overwhelming emotional state, Jeffrey's hand grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a long embrace. Casey walked down the steps, brushing his hands over Sylas as he went by him. Then, he walked around the fire and kneeled in front of Jacob. Jeffrey pulled back, standing up and taking his place next to Sylas again. Casey looked at Jacob, his eyes frowning.

"You know what I'm going to say, right?" Casey asked.

"I need a haircut." Jacob replied.

A widespread collective laugh broke around the fire. The four friends spent the next couple of hours drinking and laughing, reminiscing on their experiences together.

The next day, the group woke up, energized and fueled, as they packed the back of the pickup truck with supplies, clothes, and tents. Jeffrey and Sylas rode in the front, while Jacob and Casey sat in the back. The boy seemed unable to leave Jacob's side, their bodies in a continuous touch, the boy's eyes enamored by Jacob's now trimmed beard and shorter hair. Likewise, Jacob relished Casey's adoration, his hands always searching for him. 

They drove for hours, stopping to eat and stock up before resuming their journey. Inside the car, freedom rained.

"Jeff, open the window. It's fucking hot in here!" Jacob hollered, his naked torso dripping in sweat. He sat with his left leg up, his feet nestled between Jeffrey's seat and the car door. Casey slept on his crotch, his legs stretched over the back seat, and his feet sticking out of the window as the breeze soared over them. Jeffrey brought his window down halfway.

"Better?" He asked, looking through the rearview mirror. Jacob exhaled, his chiseled chest flexing, his musky breath falling over Casey, who moaned immediately.

The boy rolled around, and his ass, covered by these short denim shorts, was now sticking up. Jacob's eyes went straight to it. He unbuckled his belt, raised his ass, and pulled his pants down, exposing his semi-hard dick. Casey towed himself up, grabbed Jacob's cock and balls with his left hand, and plunged his nose inside his crotch, sniffing it.

"Case..." Jacob uttered, chuckling.

He immediately felt Casey's tongue sliding from his asscrack along his balls, playfully teasing his scrotum. Then he continued up Jacob's now fully hard shaft, engulfing it in one go. By this point, Casey knew Jacob's dick like the back of his hand as his tongue, mouth, and throat worked tirelessly in perfect harmony. They hugged Jacob's shaft like a winter coat, a warm blanket of moist and pleasurable heat.

"Fuck, me!" Jacob yelled, his eyes rolling back.

"Don't need to tell me twice." The boy teased, his lips covered in Jacob's precum.

He rolled around again, lifted his legs, and pulled his shorts off, dropping them on his seat. Then he crawled over to Jacob and saddled him, their dicks honing. He began frothing, moving his hips back and forth. Jacob grabbed his bubble butt, pressing his fingers on the boy's cheeks, powering his movements even more. Casey put his arms around Jacob's neck and kissed him, their mouths locking like old lovers, knowledgeable of their complexities.

Jeffrey's eyes searched them from the rearview mirror, a smile pushing through. It was a beautiful thing to see. How Casey and Jacob had grown to love each other's bodies, and how they came to respect and indulge its needs. Jeffrey looked to his right, where Sylas' eyes eagerly waited for him. The tattoed hunk took his seat belt off and dove his head into Jeffrey's crotch, his denim pants stretched to their limits, trying to cage his massive throbbing cock.

"I guess we're stopping." Jeffrey stated, veering to the right and entering a small patch of fodder hidden under tall wild grass by the side of the road.

He turned the car off, pulled his pants down, and grabbed Sylas' neck, holding it in place as he shoved his massive dick inside his mouth. Sylas' groans filled the cramped space inside the car, fueling Jacob's lust, who groaned accordingly. Jeffrey's hips rocketed up and down, his dick covered in his friend's spit. There was always a roughness to Jeffrey, a warlike way of fucking that seemed to entice the man he was subduing.

It was the most submissive Jacob had ever seen Sylas, and as he watched him go down on Jeffrey, his eyes peeking over Casey, he began to feel rougher, his cock hardening. He took his hand to his mouth, spitting on it. Then rubbed it over his and Casey's cock and lifted the boy's ass, aiming his tip at the boy's sphincter. Casey let his hips drown in it, sliding Jacob's cock inside, a slurping sound spewing from within. Finally, Jacob rolled his arms around Casey's back and started slamming his cock inside him, the boy's cheeks flapping as he moaned.

"Jacob..." Casey wailed, his voice covered in rapture.

"You like that, baby?" Jacob questioned, his voice stuttering, trying to keep his breath in check. Casey held Jacob's face in his hands and nestled his lips just inches from his.

"Yes. So much." He whispered, his voice drowned by the slapping of his cheeks echoing inside the vehicle and the sound of Jeffrey's cock gagging Sylas' throat.

Casey's body shot backward, his head falling into Jeffrey's seat, making his head bounce forward. He held Jeffrey's headrest with his hands, his back arched at a perfect angle, and his dick flopping around, hitting his stomach as Jacob pumped his hole. Jeffrey's face turned to the side, catching Casey's arms hovering beside him. The boy felt his breath on them and stretched his hands further, grabbing Jeffrey's face. He slowly slid his fingers inside his mouth as Jeffrey sucked on them.

It was the perfect chain of sexual coordination. Everyone was touching, not a space between where a string of hair could slip through, forming a continuous line of lustful energy.

Jacob noticed Jeffrey's hand popping by the side of his seat and grabbed it. Jeffrey's fingers caressed his skin gently, and they stayed there, holding hands. Jeffrey's touch was thankful, nurturing, and bound by love and respect. Maker and progeny, together, fucking their way into sexual ecstasy.

"Jeff..." Jacob muttered.

"Me too..." Jeffrey replied, under heavy breathing.

Suddenly, two loud groans broke from their mouths, long and uninterrupted, exploding inside the car. Jacob and Jeffrey unloaded their orgasms inside their partners. Sylas' head twitched, following Jeffrey's every pump. Casey's hips propelled up, accompanying Jacob's spasms, his warm cum filling the boy's hole.

"Fuuuuck!" Jacob hollered, his head snapping back.

Everyone's heavy breathing started to normalize, and as Jacob lifted his head, he saw Sylas pulling himself over to the back seat, his closed lips hovering over Casey's head, which tilted back. Then, very slowly, he let Jeffrey's cum, stored inside his mouth, fall into Casey's opened mouth. The boy swallowed it whole, and they kissed passionately.

Then, Casey leaned forward, unclogging from Jacob's dick, and stuck his ass out. Sylas' head dove forward, disappearing under it. A loud queefing noise broke from the boy's hole.

"That it, push it all out." Sylas' deep voice commanded, followed by the sound of him munching on Casey's ass, sipping Jacob's cum out of it.

Jacob's eyes flared as Sylas' raised his head and looked at him, grinning as he cleaned the sides of his mouth with his fingers. Casey started kissing Jacob's neck, clambering into his chin and mouth, sliding his tongue inside. As he sucked on the boy's tongue, Jacob could taste Jeffrey's fluids on it. He moaned, still holding his maker's hand through the side of the seat, pressing it tighter. They cleaned up, giggling out of their transient ecstasy, and resumed their ride. 

As the night drew in, they eventually reached their destination. A large music festival, a green landscaped venue that stretched endlessly, where people of all ages communed together. Drinking, smoking weed, and listening to music.

"Now that's what I'm fucking talking about!" Sylas hollered, his head sticking out the window as they drove inside the venue's parking lot.

You could already hear the thumping coming from the different stages as people wandered in large groups from one podium to the other, glasses and beer cans in hand and clouds of smoke tracking them around. Sylas hopped out of the car and pulled his shirt off, exposing his broad chest and bulky tattooed arm. People around immediately gravitated towards him, his towering figure standing out in the crowd. Casey kissed Jacob's lips and rocked his head, signaling him to open his door. Jeffrey followed suit and walked to the back of the car. 

They grabbed everything and started stepping out of the lot and into a steep incline that gave way to a grassy clearing with thousands of tents spread out. They eventually found a relatively empty patch, perfect for their large, double-roomed tent. Having done it a hundred times before, the four friends set it up relatively quickly, changing clothes afterward. Jeffrey and Jacob wore sweatpants and sneakers, with their bare chests bathing in the sun. Sylas wore denim shorts, his feet sporting a pair of military boots. And Casey modeled his usual denim, short shorts, and a white, tight tank top. His hair had grown longer, his golden curls sprouting from his head.

"Let's check the main stage." Jeffrey suggested.

They started roaming, Jeffrey and Sylas in the front, while Jacob walked slightly behind, his arm around Casey, who lovingly grabbed him by the waist. As they crossed the large field, people couldn't help but stare. These men exuded confidence, charisma, and sexual energy. Yet, every once in a while, someone would frown, uncomfortable with the luminousness of their spirits and their ease.

As they reached the main stage, the music was pumping so loud they could barely hear anything, and before they knew it, their bodies were moving to the soundwaves, unleashed from any constraints. The four friends danced, drank, and occasionally passed a joint around for several hours, laughing and enjoying their time together. During this time, a small group of young men approached them. One of the boys in that group seemed keen on getting Sylas' attention, and it wasn't long before he moved over to them, wrapping his massive arm around the boy as his whole group of friends laughed at whatever Sylas was saying. Jeffrey looked back at him and smiled. After a couple of minutes, Sylas returned.

"Boys, this is Colin!" He introduced. Colin lifted his head, sporting a slightly embarrassed smile, his eyes hazy.

"Hey, guys." Colin greeted. He had a sweet and gentle voice.

"Isn't he the fucking cutest?" Sylas asked, a glimmer on his face like Jacob hadn't seen in a while. "Now, what do you say I take you back to our tent and fuck that pretty ass?" He whispered into the boy's ear, loud enough for all the group to hear and giggle amongst themselves.

"Fuck yeah." Colin replied, his head veering up, his mouth opened, begging for Sylas' tongue. The stud lunged down, bussing the boy passionately. Then he pulled away, spun him towards the camp, and slapped his bubble butt. Then he grabbed Colin by the waist and lifted him, carrying him away.

"See ya boys later!" He hollered, his voice vibrant and cheerful.

Jacob hugged Casey from behind, the boy's hands holding his arms as they danced, Jacob's crotch rubbing on his ass. Suddenly, Jacob felt a jolt of electricity following a sense of anguish. He lifted his head and skimmed at Jeffrey. Their connection felt more profound than ever.

"You boys enjoy. I'll retire." He informed as he turned around and started walking back to the tent settlement, his head roving around as he did.

Jacob's gaze lingered on his maker as he walked away, his eyesight now disclosing Jeffrey's aura. Its luster was dimming, becoming weaker.

"What's wrong?" Casey's sweet voice questioned from under his head.

"Let's head back. Do you mind?" Jacob asked, his eyes still on Jeffrey, who disappeared in the distance. Casey looked at him, their telepathic intimacy filling in the blanks.

"Sure." Casey uttered without missing a beat. He took Jacob's hand and pulled him into the crowd, following Jeffrey's footsteps.

As they traversed the crowd, walking through it became strenuous. Suddenly, they were bumping into people, left and right. They started rushing through, trying to flee the large mass of people, and suddenly, Casey bumped into a young man, accidentally knocking him back.

"Watch it!" The young boy hollered, raising his arm in protest.

"Sorry, my bad." Casey hollered back politely.

"Fucking faggot..." The boy whispered, the words slithering from his mouth.

Jacob ceased, his feet rooted to the floor. Casey looked back, his eyes scanning Jacob. Jacob realized it would have been impossible for anyone to hear that comment but him. He was still getting used to his newfound heightened sensibility, but the words spoken had echoed in his head as loud as the music in the background. He looked at Casey, then turned around to face the boy, who was still looking at them, occasionally glancing back at his group of friends, mindlessly giggling.

A swift draft of warmness rushed through Jacob's body. He closed his eyes, trying desperately to tame his anger, his breathing settling slowly. With each gust he took, everything around him felt softer and calmer. And then, from somewhere deep inside him, somewhere he had never probed before, he began to hear faint voices and whispers. The tip of his fingers tingled, and every hair on his body prickled. He could barely make sense of the whispering when an ethereal calmness descended over him. He opened his eyes as the most serene expression took hold of his face. He looked back at Casey and winked before turning around and walking in the boy's direction.

As he approached him, Jacob couldn't help but marvel at the boy's alluring looks, his beauty seeming oddly familiar somehow. Around 20 years old, his face was as pale as snow, his hair was long and dark as raven feathers, and his eyes were like two emerald stones, shimmering as the lights from the stage reflected off them. Yet, as Jacob approached the boy, his aggressiveness seemed to shed, his green eyes flaring.

"Hey." Jacob said, his voice calm and collected. The boy stood silent, his mouth slightly opened as his friends jeered from behind him. "What's your name?" Jacob questioned.

"I..." The boy replied, nervously glancing back at his group of friends.

"It's fine, don't worry about them." Jacob assured, smiling at the boy.

"I'm Luc." The boy stuttered. Jacob squinted for a split second before his lips stretched into a smile.

"That's not your real name, is it?" Jacob teased, his voice ushering the truth out. The boy chuckled nervously. He shook his head, his raven hair blowing in the night breeze.

"It's Lucius. But everyone calls me Luc." The boy revealed. Time stopped, and a single tear fell from Jacob's eye, sliding down his face. He looked back at Casey, who waited for him patiently, and beamed.

"Nice to meet you, Lucius." Jacob stated, extending his hand in greeting. The boy reluctantly took his hand and held Jacob's.

In seconds, slivers of ancient memories flashed through Jacob's eyes. It was too fast for his yet untrained mind to make sense of. He giggled, overwhelmed by the blessing bestowed upon him. Jacob was finally beginning to understand just how sacred this power was. And how everything and everyone connected. An endless cycle of moments where past and present collided.

Standing there, gazing at that boy, he finally understood that death is anything but finite. And that souls are everlasting.

"Dude, you're burning up..." The boy commented, snapping Jacob out of his stupor. He chuckled, unlocking his hand from Lucius.

"Would you like to join us, Lucius?" Jacob suggested. Lucius looked at him, baffled. Then Jacob leaned into the boy, his lips grazing his ear. "I'm only asking to be polite. I know, for a fact, you want nothing more." He whispered, pulling away, never unlocking his gaze from Lucius.

"Luc, dude, what the fuck!" A voice hollered from within his group of friends.

But Lucius seemed transfixed on Jacob's gaze, the boy's anger and prejudice fading away, giving residence to a gentle and loving glare. Jacob put his arm around him, and they started walking away, to Lucius' friends' complete disbelief. They walked along the venue, continuing over the circuit rails and through a tall grass field, finally reaching a riverbank, where Jeffrey stood, gazing at the water.

Jacob pulled Lucius' head to him. "Tu natus es ut parvulus Mira lucis mysterio. Redi ad decorem, qui eras ante." [Translation: You were born as a child to the mysterious light. Return to the beauty that you were before.] He whispered into his ear. 

As he stood beside him, Casey could see as light slipped through Jacob's mouth and entered the boy. Jacob then stepped away. Lucius was now looking forward, his eyes locked on Jeffrey. His whole expression, body language, and demeanor had changed. First, he pulled his shirt off, then shoes, pants, and finally, his underwear, standing completely naked under the night sky before finally walking down the grass slope towards Jeffrey.

"What did you do?" Casey whispered. Jacob sat on the floor, his arm grabbing Casey and pulling the boy with him.

"Do you believe in fate, Casey?" Jacob questioned, his eyes filled with the light's vibrancy. "Do you believe that when you share a deep connection with someone's soul, not even death can sever it apart?" He reinforced. Casey looked at him, smiling.

In the distance, Jeffrey's sobs broke free as his knees caved to the ground. Lucius embraced him, enveloping Jeffrey in his naked body. His hands touched the boy's face, incredulous.

"I do." Casey replied. 

"We shouldn't bow our heads to sadness. Even when we can't hold in our arms, the love we stow in our heart." Jacob stated, his eyes glistening.

"He looks so happy..." Casey whispered, his voice crushed by overwhelming sentiment as he looked at Jeffrey in the distance.

"A parting gift. Even if only for a few hours." Jeffrey uttered.

"I wish..." Casey uttered, his voice breaking. Jacob turned his head to face him. "No...That's not what I meant...wishing is the wrong word...what I meant to say was..." He continued, his voice regaining his strength and docile nature. "I believe you will find Christian again. One day." He said. Jacob beamed.

"I love you, Casey." Jacob professed as his hand brushed the boy's face tenderly. Casey tumbled his head on Jacob's shoulder.

In the distance, Lucius stripped Jeffrey's clothes slowly, saddling him. Jeffrey clad his arms around the boy, his lost love of yore, and laid him in the grass. They loved each other passionately, like the night they first met. And it was the happiest moment of Jeffrey's long-lasting life.

The morning after, the boys packed all the stuff and returned home. During the ride back, complete silence reigned, not a single word spoken. Jacob rode in the front with Jeffrey. Casey and Sylas slept the whole way back, the boy's head nestled on his friend's legs. Then, finally, the car veered into the dirt road, the twilight ushering a beautiful light over the cabin. The pickup truck stopped, and the men sat there, marveling at its beauty.

"Boys, head inside. We'll be there in a second." Jeffrey ordered. Casey and Sylas straightened themselves, hopped off, and walked inside. Jeffrey waited until the front door was closed, turning to Jacob as it did. "Thank you, Jacob. For what you did." He said. "Your heart's compassion, its grace...you will undoubtedly become the best of us." Jeffrey proclaimed.

But Jacob seemed hesitant to face his maker. He knew.

"It's time." Jeffrey revealed.

"Jeff..." Jacob stuttered.

"Please, Jacob." Jeffrey prayed. "I have lived...so many lives. The things we judged as most profound, more impossible, permanent and enduring...they changed too. Yet, every time your beautiful eyes fixed on ours became eternal. The moments you smiled at us became eternal. The instants in which your body of light gave itself to us became everlasting. Those moments and memories held in the light you now carry. If you take what's left of it from me and grant me the blessing of death...I will be eternal, inside of you, until the end." Jeffrey vowed. Jacob broke down crying, his body lunging into Jeffrey, embracing him.

"My sweet Jacob. You will never be alone. Never." Jeffrey vowed as he gently ran his hand over Jacob's head, who took his lips to his maker's mouth.

"Sicut dabatur, sic accipietur. Ego, Jacob, de vita eterna eripiam te." [Translation: As given, so shall it be taken. I, Jacob, rescue you from eternal life.] Jacob chanted into Jeffrey, who fell back on his seat, his mouth opened as he took a deep breath, his eyes closing. A subtle delight exuded from him, his lips stretching into a smile.

"It is done." Jeffrey exhaled.

"How long?" Jacob questioned.

"One hour. Two at the most." Jeffrey revealed. Then he smiled, got out of the car, and went around it, opening Jacob's door and extending his hand. "Come." He instructed.

Jacob took his hand, and they walked inside the house together. Once he stepped into the living room, Jacob saw they had put all the mattresses from the beds on the floor and blanketed them with white sheets. Laid over them were Sylas and Casey, both naked, their dicks stiff as stones. Jeffrey walked behind Jacob and started undressing him. His shirt, then his pants, pulling his underwear down and exposing his rock-hard cock. He went up, swathing his arms around his progeny.

"We wanted to throw you a proper farewell party." Jeffrey whispered into his ear.

Jacob chuckled. But his laughter came mixed with tears. So Jeffrey held him tighter, harvesting his pain.

"Remember what I told you that first night we met?" Sylas questioned, his eyes tearing up. Jacob nodded, his lips still trembling.

"Nobody gets left behind." He muttered between sobs.

"Exactly." Sylas confirmed, extending his arm forward, inviting Jacob into their circle.

Jacob walked forward, stepping into the comfortable space they had devised. As he neared them, he kneeled and crawled his way into them. As his head reached Casey, the boy immediately went for Jacob's lips, kissing him passionately. Jacob rose, his body straightened, his knees holding all his weight. Sylas and Casey followed, the boy still latched to his mouth while Sylas kissed Jacob's neck and shoulders.

All three men moaned, their different tones merging in perfect harmony.

Jacob's arms were wrapped around both their necks, pulling them into him, when he felt a warm body latch to his back. Jeffrey was now engaging, his stripped body rubbing on Jacob, his massive dick honing between his sweaty, moist crack. Jeffrey pulled Jacob's hair, tilting his head back and away from Casey's mouth, biting on his skin as he stuck his tongue inside his ear. The intensity of Jacob's moaning started to ascend, his chest moving back and forth as his breath became faster. Jeffrey's hands slid through the side of Jacob's body, along his hips, and over his cock. His maker's hand held his dick in his grasp, stroking it slowly. Another howl broke from Jacob's mouth. All the men shared a complicit smile, as if they had all felt it.

Casey squeezed under Jacob. His legs spread outwards. Sylas went in and started kissing Casey. In turn, Jeffrey began sucking on Jacob's neck as his right hand jerked him off and his left one teased his nipples. Jeffrey then pushed Jacob over Casey, guiding his progeny's cock inside Casey's hole, who lifted his pelvis, his ass hovering over the mattress, waiting to receive Jacob's shaft. The boy moaned as it went in, Jeffrey's hand following it until Jacob's pubes brushed Casey's sphincter before letting go.

Jacob started pounding Casey's ass, his ass drawing whisking movements in the air, his thrusts filled with love, care, and passion. Finally, Casey's hands grabbed his ass cheeks, and Sylas, whose lips locked on the boy's, pulled back and took his mouth to Casey's cock, sucking on it eagerly. The boy giggled lustfully as his head tilted back so far that Jacob could only see his chin.

Then, Jacob felt his cheeks spread and a warm wet spit splatter firing on his asshole. Seconds later, Jeffrey's tongue rolled around it, sliding gently inside, teasing it as it puckered. Then, finally, he stood up on his knees and slowly pushed his cock inside Jacob.

"Fuck! Jeff..." Jacob moaned as he turned his head to look back, Jeffrey's eyes waiting for him and his hands skating around Jacob's back, admiring his flexed muscles as he arched his back.

Jeffrey started thrusting his hips, his cock sliding in and out, rubbing Jacob's prostate intently. Meanwhile, Jacob's dick was sliding inside Casey's moist hole, the boy whimpering as his dick got milked by Sylas. All men moved in a perfectly timed rhythm, a chain of pleasure only the most intimate connection could provide.

"Oh god..." Casey wailed with Sylas' moan chasing behind as the boy's dick filled his mouth.

"Baby..." Jacob groaned, his eyes locked on Casey. The boy let his arms fall by the side and stretched himself on the bed, his stunning smile igniting the hearts of his partners. Then he suddenly looked over Jacob's shoulder. He pulled Jacob's dick out of him slowly and pulled himself up on the bed using his arms.

Then, like a synchronized event, Sylas squeezed his large body under Jacob, his head just inches below Casey's ass. Jacob felt Jeffrey slide out, his hand grabbing his hips and guiding him over to Sylas' dick. He looked down at Sylas, who gazed at him, crying. Jacob held the hunk's face in his hands.

"Sweet Jacob. We love you so much..." Sylas uttered, his voice filled with emotion.

Jacob kissed him passionately, Sylas' heavy breath entering him. He felt Sylas' dick push inside as his body tilted forward slightly, his mouth over Casey's dick. And then, he felt another soft and slippery shove inside his taint. Jeffrey was pushing his dick inside him too.

"Fuuuuuck." Jacob yelled, his voice blazing with rapture. "No fucking way!" He hollered again, chuckling with delightful shock and surprise.

Sylas' remained steady, his dick stuffed inside, while Jeffrey slowly rocketed his hips back and forth, his dick halfway in. Jacob's moans shifted, turning into wails of ecstasy. His arms now stretched outwards, grabbing Casey's thighs.

"Shhhh...that's it, Jacob. That's it. Surrender." Jeffrey whispered, his head snapped back as his thrusts became sharper.

Casey started rubbing his cock over Jacob's face. Shackled by this newfound pleasure, Jacob lifted his head and silenced his howls by swallowing the boy's cock. Casey smiled, grabbed his head, and began fucking his mouth as Jacob's gags and slobbering sounds plugged the room.

Jacob's mind went blank, his eyes shut, and his body relinquished all control. It was the most beautiful, natural, raw, passionate, metaphysical, and otherwordly sexual moment of his life. There he was, subdued to the will of those men, willingly caged by their lust, passion, and desire. His whole body being glorified and worshiped by those honorable men.

His body and soul were their temples of light. And death.

Jacob's body propelled forward when he finally felt a shock wave of fire unload inside him. Warm gushes of a thick liquid filled his mouth. Inside his hole, a torrent of batter was pumping, too. His stretched pit queefing as it spewed copious amounts of Sylas' and Jeffrey's cum. There was a harrowing silence, so empty you could hear the cum shooting from everyone's cocks. Finally, Jacob opened his eyes and looked up, searching for Casey's blue gaze, swallowing his load, shot by shot. It was the sweetest cum he had ever tasted.

Jeffrey pulled out slowly, Jacob's sloppy hole trying desperately to close. Sylas' dick pulled out next, finally allowing their cum to ooze out unceremoniously, skating over Jacob's thighs. His body collapsed over Sylas.

"Good boy." Sylas' whispered in his ear, his large tattooed arm embracing Jacob with overwhelming tenderness.

Then, out of nowhere, Jeffrey's voice pierced through.

"Turn him around." He ordered, his voice loaded with eros.

Casey and Sylas looked at each other, confounded. They slid sideways, and Sylas turned Jacob's tired body around. As he did, they noticed his beautiful dick was still rigid. Jeffrey crawled up, lifted one of his legs over Jacob, saddled him, taking his hand to Jacob's crevice and swathing the cum off it. He then layered it over his progeny's dick, lifted his ass, and slid Jacob's dick inside him slowly.

Casey and Sylas' eyes locked on what was happening, their gazes glistening, and their mouths plunged in shock. Then, as Jeffrey gently bounced his ass on his cock, Jacob finally lifted his head and gazed at his maker.

A beautiful sight to behold, indeed. Jeffrey's towering figure hovered over him, all the muscles flexing as they worked tirelessly to satisfy him. His large thighs held his weight over Jacob's cock, which struggled to hold on as the tightness of Jeffrey's hole clamored for his load. Finally, Jacob shot up, enveloping his arms around Jeffrey, his head nestled inside his maker's chest. He sniffed Jeffrey's skin, inebriated by its scent. Jeffrey's hips continued to move, stimulating Jacob's dick with the utmost upkeep.

Then, in a swift move, Jacob rolled Jeffrey over, assuming a missionary position, with Jeffrey's legs tightly wrapped around, their mouths glued, their breaths syncopated, and their eyes unable to let go of each other.

"I wanna hear you say it." Jacob uttered. Jeffrey held his face with his hands, his mouth opened, and a submissive countenance poured through.

"Fuck me, Jacob. I want you to come inside me." Jeffrey whispered.

Jacob grinned, placed his arms under Jeffrey's knees, pulled his legs up, and began pounding his hole. Jeffrey's whimpers burst from his mouth like powerful soundwaves. The submissiveness of that stoic man finally unveiled. Casey and Sylas witnessed, awed, as Jacob shattered Jeffrey's last line of defense. Like a soldier at war's end, finally willing to sheathe his weapons and surrender.

Jeffrey's eyes flared as he felt Jacob's dick swell up inside him, dilating before it began to pump his load inside. His legs dangled in the air as Jacob's pelvis pummelled his dick deeper and deeper inside him. And as 

As Jacob's orgasm peaked, a light blasted from his eyes like an explosion, engulfing everything around them.

"Remember us." Jeffrey uttered, his voice echoing into Jacob's heart, lingering like a whispered song.

Then, everything went quiet.
Jacob's senses scoured under the blinding glare for his friend's presence.
But he could no longer feel them.
He could no longer sense them.
He couldn't feel their heartbeats.
They were gone.

Jeffrey, Sylas, and Casey died on a Monday morning, December 14th, 2090, in the early instances of the most glorious aurora.

And Jacob was there to guide his friends through as they drew their last breath and finally crossed the great divide.

[3 weeks later]

The black pickup truck pulled into a remote gas station, and Jacob hopped out. He went inside and walked to the counter.

"50 bucks on pump 3, please." He requested.

"Sure thing, bud." The old-timer replied, scanning Jacob with a curious gaze. "You from around here?" He questioned. Jacob looked at him and smiled politely.

"No. Just came here to sell an old family cabin." He answered.

"Ah, I see..." The man commented, lingering for a while before resuming his small talk. "Then you must have heard about the one that burned down just 4 miles south of here?" He probed. Jacob, who perused through some magazines, stopped abruptly, his hand drifting over them.

"Can't say I have. No." He answered in a calm, soothing tone.

"Sources say they found three bodies inside. But authorities couldn't even identify them. They say one of them might go back as far as the 1500's...strange world we live in." The man commented, his head shaking as he slipped Jacob the receipt over the counter. Jacob smiled.

"Thank you. Have a good day." He said, walking out.

"You too, bud." The man responded.

As he stepped outside, he darted around, then popped his sunglasses on, shielding his eyes from the scorching sun. He filled up the tank and sprang inside the truck. He was about to start the car when he stopped, looking at himself in the rearview mirror. Hanging from it were three tags, interlaced in a gentle dance.

He shook his head, chuckling to himself. Then, he reversed the car and drove off, leaving the only life he knew behind.

Jacob ventured alone into the world, and the world, as this story means to tell, embraced him. He fell in love many times, only to be struck with grief whenever he had to say goodbye to another lover. Another friend. 

Yet, unlike many of his predecessors, his spirit never faltered, his heart never gave up on love, and his lust for life kept him on the path braved by all the honorable men that came before.

As time elated, his existence became diluted, traces of his identity were lost, and his name forgotten.

Did he eventually die?

History will never know. But Jacob's tale is meant to show that men's souls are everlasting and unbreakable if you choose to walk a righteous path.

Maybe, one day, who knows, we will see him again...

THE END