by A M Snead
JACK
Gideon’s Angels
Volume One
a Boys of Porn novel
A.M. SNEAD
JACK: GIDEON’S ANGELS VOLUME ONE (A BOYS OF PORN NOVEL)
Copyright © 2014 Audrey M. Snead (First Edition)
Copyright © 2018 Audrey M. Snead (Second Edition)
All rights reserved. Including right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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WARNING:
This book contains explicit M/M sexual scenes and strong language. It is intended for mature, adult audiences only.
Written as CJ Bishop
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Jack: Gideon’s Angels (Vol. 1)
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Table of Contents
PART ONE
PROLOGUE: “The Shadows”
1 “The Rehearsal”
2 “The Intro”
3 “The Shoot”
4 “The Approval”
5 “The Paper Heart”
6 “The Voices”
7 “The Wakeup Call”
8 “The Conquest”
9 “The Twins”
10 “The Solo”
11 “The Love Of Many”
12 “The Way Of Angels”
13 “The Anguished Hearts”
14 “The New Room”
15 “The Dark”
16 “The Rebuttal”
17 “The Whistle”
18 “The Lesson”
19 “The Release”
20 “The Lion’s Den”
21 “The Initiation”
22 “The Request”
23 “The Weakness”
24 “The Heartbreak”
PART TWO
25 “The Morning After”
26 “The Cold Shoulder”
27 “The Watcher”
28 “The Heart Of The Day”
29 “The Wounded”
30 “The Group Session”
31 “The Gift”
32 “The Confrontation”
33 “The Problem”
34 “The Boys Are Not Okay”
35 “The Broken Rule”
36 “The Boys Of Denial”
37 “The Dinner Call”
38 “The Unloved”
39 “The Sounds In The Night”
40 “The Games People Play”
41 “The Accidental Witness”
42 “The Closet Caper”
43 “The Threat”
44 The Promo (pt 1)—“Love Your Enemy”
45 The Promo (pt 2)—“Hearts In A Twist”
46 The Promo (pt 3)—“Token Of Affection”
47 “The Inquiring Mind”
48 The Promo (pt 4)—“Friends”
49 “The Faint Of Heart”
50 “The Rebel Heart”
51 The Promo (pt 5)—“Silent Confession”
Epilogue: “The Night In Question”
PART THREE
52 The Pool Skit: Scene One—“The Cabana”
53 The Pool Skit: Scene Two—“The Break Room”
54 “The Advice”
55 The Pool Skit: Scene Three—“The Pool (pt 1)”
56 “Just Desserts”
57 The Pool Skit: Scene Three—“The Pool (pt 2)”
58 “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door”
59 “The New Boy”
60 “The Aching Heart”
61 “The Unbearable Answer”
62 “The Heart’s Inquiry”
63 “The Helping Hand”
64 “The Troubled Mind”
65 “The Carving”
66 “The Knockout”
67 “The Water Under The Bridge”
68 “The Broken Silence”
69 “The Surprise”
70 “The Intervention”
71 “The Untouched”
72 “The Ties That Bind”
73 The Scene: “Not His Heart to Take”
74 “The Love Session”
75 “The Cry For Help”
76 “The Shocking Truth”
77 “The Absence of Doubt”
78 “The hardest Thing I’ll Ever Have To Do”
Epilogue: “The Lost Boy”
For My Readers
Thank you for all your support and encouragement.
And for loving and caring for my boys as deeply
as I do.
For Jake Jaxson and the Cockyboys
Without your inspiration and beauty,
I may have never written this series.
♥ We Love You!! ♥
PART ONE
“Jack of Hearts”
PROLOGUE: “The Shadows”
A SOFT breeze teased the young man’s dark hair, causing strands to flutter across his brow. He brushed them aside absently, brow pinched, face tight. From deep in the shadows of the oak tree, his dark eyes followed the new guy as he walked from the ’69 Mustang up to the front entrance of the large structure where Gideon met him at the door.
“He looks like you.” The low, masculine voice came from right behind him. The boy jumped but didn’t turn.
“But he isn’t me,” he whispered.
“I can always pretend.” The man’s lips touched his ear, smiling. His hands rested on the boy’s hips, squeezing.
“Why do you have to pretend…when you already have me?”
“Maybe,” the man murmured and kissed his neck. “I want a version of you that isn’t fucked up.”
The boy ducked his head and stared at the sheet of paper in his hands; the shooting schedule. The new kid’s name was on there…alo
ng with the name of his first co-star. Garrett.
“Don’t pout now,” the man teased lightly and slid his arms around the boy’s waist, pressing his body close. “You know I love you.” The man’s crotch bulged against his ass.
“I wish you didn’t have to do this shoot.”
“But I want to,” the man said quietly. “I want to see if he fucks as good as you do.”
“Why?” the boy choked, throat squeezing. “What does it matter?”
“Just curious.” The man smiled and nibbled his ear. “If he’s good, maybe the three of us can set up a private off-camera shoot together.”
The boy pulled away from him. “No,” he murmured, tears burning. “I don’t want you fucking him off camera. I don’t want it to be real.”
“Well, baby,” the man said and drew the boy back to him, “if you love me…really love me…you’ll do as I tell you.” He unfastened the young man’s pants and slipped a hand down inside. The boy gasped softly as he slowly massaged him. “Do you love me?”
The boy shuddered and leaned back against him, breath catching. “Yes…”
“I’m going to get the new guy,” the man whispered with a determined edge to his voice. “And if necessary…you’re going to help me.” He rubbed the young man’s cock with more firmness. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” the boy whimpered, panting, pushing himself into the man’s strong hand.
The man chuckled softly. “That’s my baby.” He kissed the boy’s ear and pulled his hand from his crotch and walked away, leaving the young man hard and unsatisfied.
The boy trembled. A tear slid down his face. He squeezed the schedule in his fingers, crumpling it in his fist as his face twisted with hurt and anger. A choking cry erupted out of him and he ripped the paper to shreds. “I hate you!” He dropped to his knees, sobs piling in his throat. “I hate you…” His fingers trembled as he picked up a tiny piece of dead branch and broke it in half. He stared at the pointed tip a moment before pressing it to his arm and dragging it across his skin, scratching the surface. A rush of sobs pushed up his throat and his vision blurred. He applied more pressure until the sharp tip drew blood. Not a lot, but enough for release.
His mind went numb as he watched the blood ooze down his arm and drip onto the torn pieces of schedule sheet, splattering across the new kid’s name—Jack Heart.
1 “The Rehearsal”
JACK’S pulse thumped with a steady, though hurried beat at the base of his throat. His new boss—or who he hoped would be his new boss, if all went well today—led the way into the studio. The camera crew was absent, though the equipment was set up and ready to shoot the next scene. A scene in which Jack would be starring. The reality of that fact kicked his pulse up another notch. He was excited and at the same time—scared shitless. His “co-star” remained a mystery; Gideon, the boss, had yet to give him any names. Jack was familiar with some of the boys, as he’d watched multiple videos on Gideon’s website. But he didn’t know if he would be paired with any of those he had seen in action.
“Have a seat.” Gideon motioned to a black leather sofa situated adjacent to a queen-sized bed decked out in white linen. “Garrett will be in and take you through a quick rehearsal before we start filming.”
Garrett. The name sounded familiar, but Jack was unable to put a face to go with it. He nodded and sat down on the edge of the sofa cushion, his nerves beginning to churn his gut.
Gideon flashed a quick smile. “Relax. You’ll do fine. Just make yourself comfortable and I’ll send Garrett in right away.”
Jack liked Gideon. The man was at least a good fifteen years older than Jack, but he didn’t talk down to him or excrete superiority. Nor was he uptight, but rather exuded an easygoing, laid-back air, which helped put Jack at ease even with his nerves jangling. And as an added bonus, the man was quite easy on the eyes. Though he had to be nearing forty, his body remained fit, tight. The slight scruff of stubble sprinkled neatly along his jaw and across his chin added an allure of soft yet rugged masculinity. His dark hair was cropped short in a professional style and his attire, though casual, radiated class. Jack suspected that when the average person pictured a stereotypical porn boss—this beautifully put together specimen was not what they envisioned.
When Gideon left the studio, Jack scooted back on the sofa. The cushions weren’t overly soft, but rather offered just enough firmness to maneuver around on with ease. That was probably important for some scenes. He tried to relax, as Gideon suggested, but found it nearly impossible.
Mom and dad will blow a gasket—you know that, right? His sister’s words were as clear and crisp as if she was sitting right there next to him. His heart pinched but he smiled, recalling the amusement in Jill’s eyes when he had first confided to her that he wanted to be a porn star. After laughing herself into a fit of coughs, she had told him that it was the perfect career choice for him—what with his hot little ass and adorably cute face. He remembered accusing her of thinking he was cute only because they were twins and shared some of the same features—including their sexy asses.
But Jill had been right about their parents; once they learned what he was doing, he would be dead to them. Discovering he was gay had been bad enough, and they barely acknowledged him as it was. And they never spoke of his sexuality. Apparently, they believed if they ignored it long enough, then it would go away, the “phase” would pass, and they would have a normal, straight son they could be proud of.
Jack smiled and leaned against the back of the sofa. Sorry to disappoint you. Guess you won’t be bragging about this career choice at your church socials. He loved his parents, but he wasn’t going to grovel for their acceptance or hide in the proverbial “closet.”
Whether they liked who he was or not, Jack was fine with himself. The only approval he had needed was Jill’s, no one else’s opinion would ever matter. In fact—and he would tell them outright should his parents ask—he was glad to be a gay man. He didn’t sit around wishing for some magic potion to take away the “gay.”
He couldn’t imagine being straight. Not that he had anything against girls—some of his best friends had been girls, and his sister had been the most important person in the world to him. But there was just something about the feel of a man’s touch, a man’s body. Especially strong men. It was cock-hardening to be picked up and tossed around—on the bed, against the wall, whatever.
A pleasant shiver skittered down through Jack’s body, alleviating some tension. Though he wasn’t overly stout himself, he wasn’t drawn to the soft “bottom” boys. He himself was versatile and preferred a strong “top” who was willing to bottom as well. It was a fierce turn-on for Jack to take the dominant position of another well-built “top.”
“Hey.”
Jack jumped, snapped out of his thoughts rather suddenly by the man’s casual greeting. His face warmed a little as the images of “topping” lingered in his head. And the newcomer was no help in expelling the fantasy. He was tall, athletic, probably a few years older than Jack. His dark blond hair was short and neat, and he wore comfortably loose jeans and a button shirt of tropical print. His deep tan combined with the rest of his appearance conjured up images of Hawaiian beaches at sunset.
The man—whom he assumed was Garrett—had a strong, classically chiseled jaw and prominent cheekbones. The guy was truly all kinds of “handsome.” If he turned out not to be Garrett, Jack would be seriously disappointed.
But his fears were derailed when the man thrust out his hand. “I’m Garrett.”
Jack stood and clasped his hand. “Jack.”
An alluring smile teased Garrett’s lips as he held onto Jack and studied his face, then his body. “You’re real cute.”
“Thank you.” Jack swallowed nervously, and Garrett released his hand. “You’re…not so bad yourself.” As soon as the words were out, he groaned inwardly; not so bad? The guy was fucking beautiful. And he surely had to know that.
Garrett chuckled with light amusement.
“Thanks.” He rubbed his mouth slowly and again surveyed Jack’s body. “Have you ever performed on camera before?”
“No.”
Nodding, Garrett smiled. “That’s okay. It takes a little getting used to, and sometimes you have to block out the fact that you’re ultimately performing for thousands—and if you’re really good, millions of viewers. If you think about that too much, it can make you self-conscious.” He shrugged and grinned. “Or not. For some, it’s a major turn-on and ego boost to think of all those people out there lusting for them.”
Jack eyed him curiously. “Which is it for you?”
“Depends on my mood,” Garrett admitted. “Some days it works me up to think of being watched, and other days I like to pretend it’s just my partner and me having a good time alone.” He winked. “I think I’m more creative in my alone frame of mind. I feel freer to express my true self.”
Jack nodded; he could understand that.
“So, what about you?” Garrett asked. “Do you feel nervous at the idea of being on camera for all to see?”
“Uh…” Jack laughed anxiously. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“What’s the single most fear that comes to mind?” Garrett inquired. “About performing on camera?”
“Umm…” Jack laughed again, a little embarrassed to speak his fears aloud. “I guess that…I’m afraid I won’t be able to perform.”
Garrett chuckled. “Trust me, we’ve all suffered that fear. But more often than not, it’s an unrealized fear.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Besides.” Garrett flashed a charming smile as he held up his hands and wiggled his fingers. “I’m told I have magic hands. A little abracadabra and you’ll be good to go.”
Off camera anyway, Jack was already “good to go” with just the thought of Garrett using his magic hands on him. How it would “go” once the cameras started rolling, he couldn’t be sure. But he was anxious to find out.