Jack

by A M Snead

  “That’s it, baby,” Garrett whispered, a tremor to his words. “Fuck me.”

  Jack lost all ability to think and he hugged Garrett’s head, rocking against him with fervor, his cock throbbing and balls aching for a real flesh-to-flesh session with the man. His breath burst from him as he panted harder, clawing Garrett’s hair. “Fuck…” He trembled. Garrett withdrew his hands from Jack’s pants and wrapped Jack in his arms, squeezing, crushing him in a fierce embrace as he worked his hips in rhythm with Jack’s.

  “I want to fuck you, Jack,” Garrett whispered thickly, his arms tightening in what felt more like a real hug than the mere “clutching” of sexual lust. “Not for a scene, but away from here…just us…”

  I want that, too. Jack nearly whimpered the words aloud but caught them before they left his lips; what the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t be messing with Garrett “off screen.”

  Really, Jacko? Jill’s voice shoved its way into his head. Looks to me like you’re “messing” with him pretty good right now…don’t see any cameras rolling—do you?

  Jack willed her voice out of his head, but he could still feel her there—smirking. We’re just rehearsing, Jack insisted but even he knew how weak that argument was—considering Garrett had just asked to fuck him off camera. And you said yes—in your mind…you said “yes.”

  “What do you say, Jack,” Garrett groaned, voice low, rough, unsteady. He pushed Jack back enough to devour his mouth, kissing him hard, hungry.

  It was impossible trying to think rationally with Garrett’s tongue in his mouth and cock shoving against his crotch. Jack moaned and wondered if sucking the guy’s tongue was the same as accepting his invitation—even without a verbal confirmation?

  “All right, you two—break it up.” Gideon entered the room without warning.

  Jack gasped in start and tried to hurriedly crawl off Garrett, but the man held onto him a moment and grinned over his shoulder at Gideon. “Just warming him up for you.” He smacked Jack’s ass playfully then kissed his ear and whispered, “To be continued.” He lifted Jack off him and stood up, rubbing a quick hand over his mouth and smiling at Gideon. “Can’t start a shoot with a cold boy.”

  Gideon smiled dryly. “With you around, Garrett”—he shook his head—“these boys don’t have a chance to cool off.”

  Garrett chuckled and winked. “You’re welcome.”

  “Get out of here.” Gideon chuckled and smacked Garrett on the rear. “I need Jack to focus—you are way too distracting.”

  “Well, I will just take that as a compliment.” Garrett nodded and grinned. He glanced at Jack and winked, a sexual heat warming his gaze. “See you later, baby. Have fun with the twins.”

  Gideon shook his head and laughed softly as Garrett left the room. He looked at Jack. “There’s something about that boy that makes me feel like I should apologize to those who encounter him.”

  “Understandable.” Jack smiled with unease, a disturbing tingle playing in the pit of his stomach as the sensation of Garrett’s touch—and his invitation—lingered after the man’s departure.

  10 “The Solo”

  “THIS first scene will be simple,” Gideon said. “As I mentioned earlier, in this segment you will talk about Jack the person, tell us a little more about where you’re from, why you decided to get into porn, anything you want to say that will help the viewers connect with you on a personal level.”

  Jack sat on the edge of the sofa cushion, shifted anxiously, and nodded.

  “Just focus on this piece right now.” Gideon smiled. “Don’t worry about the other segments. From what I saw yesterday, you’ll do just fine. You have a very natural flow on camera.”

  “It doesn’t feel natural.” Jack laughed softly. “I didn’t realize how nerve racking it would be to perform on camera.”

  Gideon chuckled. “Everyone feels nervous at first.”

  “Even Garrett?” Jack asked doubtfully with a lift of an eyebrow and quirk of a smile.

  “Yeah.” Gideon smiled. “Believe it or not, even Garrett.” He looked at Jack thoughtfully. “You and Garrett seem to be…bonding.”

  A warmth spread through Jack’s cheeks and his lips tightened anxiously. “I’m sorry about all that,” he blurted and hurriedly tried to explain the scene Gideon had walked in on, stumbling over his words. “Garrett said we should rehearse for our next scene and…things got carried away…I’m sorry, I…”

  Gideon laughed. “It’s okay, Jack. Boys will be boys.” He cleared his throat and rubbed his hand over his mouth to shield a smile as he asked, “Garrett suggested the two of you rehearse for another scene?”

  Jack nodded.

  “Sounds like Garrett.” He shook his head, laughing softly. “I don’t have another scene with the two of you even scheduled yet.”

  “Yeah, I…kind of figured that,” Jack said quietly. He waited for Gideon to ask him why he had gone ahead and jumped Garrett’s bones if he knew there was no need to rehearse, but the question didn’t come.

  A short laugh escaped Gideon and he shook his head as he stepped around Jack. “I swear that boy would lose his head if it wasn’t screwed on tight.”

  Jack frowned and glanced at the sofa and what had captured Gideon’s attention. A black leather wallet lay in the crease of the cushions. Garrett’s?

  “It’s a wonder he hasn’t lost it for good.” Gideon reached down for the wallet and a silver chain necklace swung loose out of his shirt, a small gold cross pendant dangling at the end. Gideon snatched up the wallet, chuckling. But Jack was transfixed by the cross necklace. Maybe it was Gideon running his own porn business that caused the cross around his neck to seem so out of place. It just wasn’t what Jack expected.

  He cleared his throat as Gideon straightened. “Do you…believe in God?” Jack asked, somewhat perplexed by the hesitation in his question.

  Gideon followed Jack’s gaze down to the cross lying against his shirt. “Absolutely.” A fleeting shadow of hurt and wistfulness darkened his eyes but vanished instantly. “Do you?”

  “Uh, yeah,” Jack murmured. “Can’t say I’ve cracked a Bible in quite some time”—not since Jill’s death—“but yes, I believe he exists.” I don’t know how much I believe “in” him…but I know he’s out there somewhere.

  “Well.” Gideon smiled. “All things considered, I can’t say I’m exactly the ever-faithful disciple, but there’s still a line of communication open.” He shrugged. “From my end, anyway.” He sighed and chuckled again, glancing at the wallet in his hand. “I better get this back to its owner, then round up the camera crew.” He nodded at Jack as he headed for the door. “Relax. Be back in a jiff.”

  Gideon disappeared out the door and Jack scooted into the crook of the sofa where Garrett had been sitting. He laid his arm across the backrest and looked out the window. The view beyond was serene and again filled him with the surreal sense of being in another, more peaceful world. Jill would have loved it here—for the scenery and the gay boys. Jack smiled wistfully and rested his chin on his arm and closed his eyes. Make someone happy. He slipped his hand in his pocket and fingered the paper heart. Well, he hadn’t been off to a good start with Scotty. His eyes opened slowly, and he withdrew the paper heart from his pocket. Garrett had seemed pretty happy, though.

  With you around…these boys don’t have a chance to cool off. Did that really mean what it implied?

  “What do you care?” Jack groaned quietly, tightly, annoyed with himself. He stared out the window, but the scenery had faded behind his thoughts. He had hoped to develop a nice friendly sexual comradery with Gideon’s boys—and nothing more. With this being their “career,” Jack had assumed that the whole emotional element wouldn’t be an issue; surely it wasn’t very professional for a porn star to fall for his co-stars. It seems to me that you’re the only one doing the “falling.” As far as Garrett was concerned—Jack was just one more stud in the stable.

  Jack knew that was true, and yet couldn’t put down Garre
tt’s invitation to fuck “elsewhere,” off camera. The thought alone caused tickling sensations all through his stomach and lower. It’s just infatuation. Keep your cool for a few days and it’ll wear off. You’re not falling for him. Maybe after today, with the twins, things would be different. Perhaps he just felt bonded to Garrett because, so far, he was the only one of these boys Jack had fucked. Doing the twins might break the illusion that he was developing real feelings for Garrett. Please let it be so. I don’t need this shit. Not now—not ever.

  ♥

  “Hey. Jack Heart here to tell you a little bit about myself.” Jack lounged on the sofa, one knee bent and resting casually on the cushion, arms stretched out along the backrests. He was wearing another button shirt, fully open and exposing the tattoos on his chest and stomach. “In my introductory scene with Garrett North, I mentioned that I was from Southern California. L.A. area. Lala land.” He smiled and tried to relax and reminded himself that this wasn’t a live taping. Right here, right now, it was just him and the few guys on the camera crew, Gideon, and the director in the room.

  He cleared his throat and shifted a little. “I actually grew up in a small town. Lots of conservative folks. Great people, but…” He sucked air through his teeth and shook his head, chuckling softly. “Not real big on the whole gay thing. Living in the buckle of the Bible Belt kind of squashes any hopes being thrown a coming out party.” He flicked his hands and shrugged. “So, as you can imagine, I kept it all on the down low. But my twin sister, Jill…” He smiled. “…she supported me all the way. Even felt jealous, insisted she was supposed to have been the gay boy twin.”

  Talk of Jill hurt his heart, but if he wanted people to know who he really was, they needed to know at least a little about Jill—she had been his heart and soul. Jack went on to give a brief, but heartfelt summary of when he and his family had learned she was sick, and how quickly the cancer had taken her from them. He mentioned her strength through it all, up to the very end—but he didn’t detail the true depth of pain her death had left him with or how he sometimes viewed life as a waste of time…something he didn’t really feel a part of anymore. They didn’t need to know him that personally.

  He focused on the things about her memory that made him smile. “When I decided I wanted to get into porn, Jill was the only person I told.” He laughed quietly. “As always, she was supportive. Said my cute ass would make me a star.” He smiled at the camera, shrugged and winked. “I guess we’ll see, huh?”

  The true honest-to-God reasons for entering porn were kept to himself as he delivered to the viewers a more “porn” worthy motive. “I’ve always been very sexual. Of course, as mentioned before, growing up in the Bible Belt, I didn’t have much occasion to explore my sexuality. Discreet trips out of town to the city’s gay clubs helped me become more confident. My, uh…” He dragged his hand over his mouth and smiled. “My first time was with a gay stripper. And if I’d had any doubts about being gay—that experience put it to rest. I think it may have been that night that I decided I wanted to do porn, although I wasn’t aware of it just yet.”

  He finished up the segment telling the viewers he was excited to be there working with Gideon and his boys and looked forward to getting to know them and hopefully shooting many scenes for the viewing pleasure of his future fans. Then he thanked them for spending this time with him and listening to his story. Gideon had explained that these segments would be broken up and pieced together, and this farewell piece would actually be at the end of his intro video.

  The director called “cut” and Jack exhaled then scooted forward to the edge of the sofa. “Was that all right?” he asked Gideon. “A few times there I felt like I was rambling and saying too much.”

  Gideon chuckled as he approached. “You did great, Jack. Perfect. You appear very relaxed on film. I think you were born to be in front of the camera.”

  “Thanks.” Jack smiled softly. He wasn’t used to the warm feeling that suddenly swept through him; that feeling one gets when living up to another’s expectations. Jack’s dad had never taken much pride in him, especially after learning Jack was gay. That reality was an “abomination” and certainly nothing to celebrate. Yet Gideon made him feel proud of who he was—all aspects of his identity.

  “For this next segment,” Gideon told him as Jack stood up. “We’ll have you strip down to your briefs.” He smiled and slid his arm around Jack’s shoulder and walked him to the bed. “I want the viewers to get a nice good look at my next superstar.”

  “Superstar?” Jack cocked an eyebrow and laughed quietly. “I didn’t think I was that impressive yesterday.”

  Gideon grinned and patted his back. “I assure you, my boy—you were.” He motioned toward a small bureau. “There’s a variety of underwear, G-strings, whatnot in the top drawer. Choose whatever you like. We’ll start the next piece in five, ten minutes, so go ahead and get ready.”

  The director walked out with Gideon, and the camera crew wandered out into the hall as well—all but the head cameraman himself. He appeared to be in his mid to late thirties, decent looking with an average build. His hair was cropped so short he was nearly bald, but it worked for him. Gideon had introduced him as Pratt. First or last name, Jack didn’t know. The man fussed with the camera as Jack opened the drawer and began lifting out pieces of underwear. He had all but forgotten about Pratt until the man spoke up suddenly, startling him.

  “You should wear those,” he said, indicating the pair Jack was currently holding; sheer blue spandex briefs. “I bet you look great in blue.” Jack glanced at him. The man leaned his arm on the camera and smiled, shrugging. “Just my lowly opinion, of course.” His eyes were heavy and traveled up and down Jack’s body as he hooked the thumb of his left hand in the belt loop of his pants. It seemed a casual stance, but Jack didn’t miss the way his fingertips discreetly began to massage his cock.

  Swallowing anxiously, and suddenly wishing Gideon would come back, Jack smiled uncertainly. “Uh…okay. I guess they’re as good as any.” He wasn’t sure why the man’s stare was making him uncomfortable, but he found himself stalling, not wishing to undress in front of him. He’s the fucking cameraman! He filmed you fucking Garrett yesterday. He’s already seen it all.

  “Need some help there?” Pratt chuckled low—and was suddenly right there next to Jack.

  Jack jumped a little; he hadn’t heard the man approach. “Uh, no—”

  “Here.” The man took hold of the front of Jack’s pants and slowly unfastened the button. “Let me do that for you.”

  Jack swallowed hard, unsure how to react. His zipper slid down and the guy took every opportunity to brush his fingers against Jack’s cock. “Uh, I…I got this,” Jack stammered thickly and stepped back from his touch.

  Pratt held up his hands and smiled. “Just trying to help.”

  “Thanks…” Jack mumbled. “But…I’m good.”

  The man exhaled and cocked his head. “Yes, you are.” He lingered as if he planned to stand right there and watch Jack strip down, but finally returned to the camera.

  Jack turned his back to the guy and hurriedly undressed then pulled on the spandex briefs. The clingy fabric molded to his crotch, defining every contour of his cock and balls. The rear of the briefs hardly covered his ass, leaving a portion of his firm cheeks exposed. He thought he heard a quiet groan from Pratt but didn’t turn to see if he was watching. He didn’t need to; Jack could feel his eyes on him.

  Great day in the fucking morning, he thought sourly, this is all I need—some fucking perv eyeballing me through the camera lens.

  11 “The Love Of Many”

  “I WOULDN’T say I have any fetishes.” The thick, soft pillows were stacked behind Jack. His arms tucked behind his head and he strove for the whole “relaxed” image, but he could feel Pratt’s eyes on him and found he was having difficulty looking directly at the camera—which was exactly what he was supposed to do; talk to the viewers. “In my personal life, I prefer men who are
bigger than me, built a little stronger…and uh…” He shrugged. “Who predominantly top…but also don’t mind flip-fucking. I mean, I don’t have anything against bottom boys, they have their appeal.”

  He forced himself to look into the camera.

  “But I…” He smiled. “I kind of like a man who can pick me up and fuck me against the wall…or throw me around on the bed.” He chuckled, pushing out the fact that Pratt was surely mentally cataloging everything he said. “I guess I like being manhandled…a little rough at times.” He laughed softly, eyes shifting away from the camera. “It can be fun.”

  His arms lowered, and he rubbed his hands slowly down his torso, letting his fingertips drift over his lightly rippled abs. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” he said. “But if I did…I would want him to be romantic. There’s something very sexy and titillating about just casually holding hands while you walk down the street, or that sideways glance that says you’re beautiful, I want you.” Jack’s lips tightened as an unexpected pressure squeezed his throat. He shoved away his rising emotions and shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I like the old-fashioned stuff.” His lips curved in a teasing smile. “But I’m not all old school. I enjoy a nice threesome…even foursome…from time to time where I’m the center of attention.”

  Jack slowly rubbed his hand down over his crotch and massaged his cock through the tight spandex. “I love being sucked. There’s just something about a man’s mouth on my cock that puts me through the roof. But I suppose that is universal for most gay guys, huh?” He chuckled as he squeezed and worked himself more firmly, inspiring his cock to harden beneath his hand. “And a good hand job. Mm. I like it…” He smiled. “I like it when they pull on my balls.” He exhaled with a sigh. “Feels so damn good.”

  Scooting down on the bed a little, he worked himself with added vigor. “A lot of tongue play, that really gets me going. My ass is very sensitive, right around my hole.” A seductive smile stretched his lips. “I’ve been told that my ass is my best feature.” He twisted slowly onto his stomach and arched his ass, the spandex pulling up tighter between his cheeks. He reached one hand back and massaged his ass, looking back over his shoulder at the camera. “What do you think? Is it nice…or have guys been lying to me?” His eyes pinched sensually, and his fingertips pushed under the leg band of the briefs, slipping into his crease. “Want a better look?”