Jack

by A M Snead

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  “Mmmmm…” Marcus moaned slow and softly, his tight, strong mouth pulling the full length of Jack’s thick cock which snaked with swollen veins. His soft lips slid over the tip and he licked Jack’s cock head, dragging his slick tongue the full perimeter of the crown. “Mmm, Jack…I could eat you up.”

  You’re off to a good start, Jack groaned inwardly. Hard breaths panted from his lips as Mickey’s rhythm quickened a little, the young man’s cock was thick and solid and feeling oh so good driving into him, the plump head grating his P-spot, blasting his mind apart. He had his doubts that he would even survive this scene.

  Marcus sucked his damp skin, moving up his body until his warm, wet tongue slid around Jack’s ear. Jack’s chest heaved, hips working in time with Mickey. “Can I fuck you, too, Jack?” Marcus whispered hot in his ear. “Please?”

  Swallowing hard, Jack nodded. “Yes…God, yes, baby…”

  Marcus smiled and drew back, kissing Jack on the mouth. Damn, these boys could kiss. And fuck. Jack’s mind nearly blew apart for real when Marcus applied a condom to Jack’s cock, sucked him real quick to wet him, then straddled Jack in front of Mickey.

  “Oh fuck,” Jack whimpered, choking on a cry. He clutched the boy’s thighs as Marcus sat down on his hard dick, taking him in, balls deep. “Holy fuck!”

  The twins began to fuck him together—Mickey drilling and Marcus riding. Mickey wrapped his arms around Marcus’ body and kissed all along his shoulders and neck. Marcus moaned and laid his head back on Mickey’s shoulder and intertwined their fingers as he rolled his hips and rocked on Jack’s cock. Their bodies moved perfectly together, both working beautifully to bring Jack to the height of ecstasy.

  Oh my God, I’m gonna go insane. Jack could barely breathe, panting erratically as the hammock swayed beneath them. “Uuhh!” he cried as the twins’ combined action shoved him closer and closer to orgasm. Mickey curled a hand around Marcus’ cock and began to stroke him as they both fucked Jack harder, their intensity rising and taking Jack with it.

  “Uuhh!” Marcus cried and gripped Mickey’s hand and helped the boy pump his dick. “Oh, Mickey…Jack…uuhhhh…I wanna cum…I wanna cum so bad! Make me cum, Mickey! Fuck me, Jack!”

  The boy’s enthusiasm for release had the effect of gas to flames and suddenly the attention shifted to Marcus as Jack and Mickey worked together to bring the boy all the way.

  “Fuu-uuck!” Marcus screamed as Mickey stroked him hard and fast and Jack fucked him furiously, driving himself into the boy. Marcus shoved back against Mickey and gouged the other boy’s arms, choking on cries as real tears began to squeeze out and slide down his cheeks. “Mickey!”

  The sudden flood of emotion that seemed to explode between the boys overwhelmed Jack and pulled him in. His eyes began to sting for reasons he couldn’t account for, but in a strange way it felt as if Mickey were fucking Marcus through Jack. And he was pretty sure that was how Marcus was feeling right then. He had the sudden need to wrap both boys in his arms as they all fucked each other to heaven and back, but he couldn’t move, pinned down by both of them.

  Another broken cry exploded out of Marcus and his body jerked on top of Jack then released hard, squirting out tendrils of cum, showering Jack’s stomach and chest. The boy choked on a real sob and pulled Mickey’s arms tighter around him, never losing his rhythm as he kept Jack in focus and continued to fuck him.

  Jack’s own orgasm was imminent, and he could feel that Mickey, too, was right there. The twins turned their full attention on Jack again, intent on getting him off.

  “Uuh…fuuuck…” Jack gasped hard and rocked his hips, back and forth, driving into Marcus and shoving against Mickey’s cock. “Oh fuck, my angels…you fuck me so good…uuuhhh…don’t…stop…” he choked on a sharp gasp as his balls squeezed and tightened. “Oh fuck…almost there…just keep…doing what you’re doing…oh my God…it feels so good…so fucking good…”

  Marcus’ soft, angelic face was heavily flushed and glistening with sweat. A satisfied smile graced his slightly parted lips and his lovely blue eyes gazed down at Jack, heavy with passion and affection as his perfect body moved on top of him. Mickey leaned firmly against Marcus’ back, gently pushing him forward a little as Mickey drove his cock harder into Jack. Marcus flattened his hands on Jack’s chest and stared at him, smiling, breath puffing unsteadily. “Cum for us, Jack,” he moaned, pleaded. His thumbs and fingers rubbed through his own deposits on Jack’s skin, and Jack took one of Marcus’ hands and sucked his digits clean. Marcus groaned, and his smile widened with adoration and he began to lift up and drop down on Jack’s cock with added fervor. “Oh yes, Jack…mmmm…your cock feels wonderful.”

  Mickey grabbed Marcus’ shoulder with his teeth and groaned loud, his thrusts intensifying. “Oh my God,” he puffed against Marcus’ shoulder. “Oh fuck, Jack…come on, baby…cum with me.”

  Jack was right there—no more waiting. He yelled and fucked Marcus erratically as Mickey gave up control and fucked him with wild abandon.

  “Uuuhh!” Jack choked on a wail and gave it up, filling the condom with so much cum he was doubtful it would hold it all. He clutched Marcus’ hips and fucked him urgently, emptying himself. Mickey cried out with force and came hard, pumping Jack furiously until he was spent and sagged against Marcus’ back. Both boys sank down on top of Jack, caressing his body, eyes closed with soft smiles on their amazingly innocent flushed and glistening faces.

  13 “The Anguished Hearts”

  THE twins kissed Jack then crawled off the hammock. They didn’t bother dressing and walked back to the house in the buff, arms around each other. Jack lay unmoving in the hammock, watching them go. His head was still spinning, and his legs felt numb.

  Gideon approached with a thin robe. He glanced toward the twins and smiled. “They’re really something, aren’t they?” A warmth softened his eyes as he gazed after them, a glimmer of pride in his voice as he said quietly, “The way they do what they do…it’s art. Beautiful.”

  Again, Jack was overcome by Gideon’s obvious pride. He gazed up at the man, suddenly curious about him. It wasn’t likely that the man had any biological children, but did he have adopted kids? Perhaps grown by now? He struck Jack as having the makings of a natural father.

  Jack was staring at him when Gideon looked away from the twins. His brow pinched, and he smiled. “What?”

  “It’s…” Jack started then laughed quietly and shook his head. “Nothing.”

  “You can tell me,” Gideon urged.

  Jack cleared his throat. “Well, I just…I don’t know…I think it’s nice that you seem to take pride in the boys…and their performance.” Jack rested his head on the pillow and gazed up into the branches of the large oak. It felt perfectly natural to lie there in the nude, the warm air caressing his damp, sensitive skin.

  Chuckling softly, Gideon absently massaged the back of his neck. “I get that sex was originally created as an expression of love between a man and his wife, but”—he shrugged—“how much of God’s original order is still intact these days? And I think, ultimately, sex is a beautiful thing and can be an expression of all levels of love. People don’t have to be in love to connect emotionally through sex. To me, it seems the most powerful way to bond with another person.”

  Jack gazed at him in quiet awe. He had never known anyone who looked at sex and love quite that way before. The passion in the man’s voice, his tone, it enraptured Jack; Gideon clearly believed what he was saying, with all his heart and mind.

  A soft laugh drifted out of the man. “I don’t know, that probably sounds pretty melodramatic to a hot young stud like you, huh?”

  “Not at all,” Jack murmured with a smile. “I’ve never heard it put that way before.”

  “Yeah, well.” Gideon squeezed the back of his neck, a quick shadow passing through his eyes. “I’m sure there’s plenty of folk who would gravely disagree.” He winked at Jack. “And most of them likely live in that Bible Be
lt you spoke of.”

  He was right. Hell, Jack’s own parents would rise up in righteous indignation if they heard Gideon’s take on sex.

  “Our stories aren’t so different, Jack,” Gideon said. “I grew up in the same type of religious atmosphere as you. Shit, I was sixteen before I summoned the courage to come out. And when I did, I was at bible camp, no less.”

  His brow arching, Jack stared at him. “Seriously? How did that go over?”

  Gideon chuckled. “Like a lead balloon.”

  “I bet.”

  Sighing, Gideon shook his head. “Well, I only came out to one person—who proceeded to tell me that if I embraced my sin, I would go to hell. I think that he…” That shadow came back fleetingly and a barely notable thickness strained Gideon’s voice as his eyes grew distant for a moment. “I think he saw it as some form of…betrayal on my part.” His voice drifted off and he stared blankly at the ground, lost for a moment in the past, then suddenly looked up. He smiled, but it appeared forced. “Sorry. Enough reminiscing for one day. You can take a shower inside.”

  “I’m not sure I can move yet,” Jack admitted honestly, laughing softly.

  “No rush.” Gideon chuckled. “Those boys can be a drain on the system, in more ways than one. Take your time. Take a nap if you want, you surely earned one.” He looked at the robe in his hand as if just realizing he hadn’t given it to Jack. “Here.” He draped the robe over Jack’s midsection, covering his nakedness. “Just relax for a while. You can get set up in your room later.”

  Jack frowned. “What?”

  “Garrett said you were going to go ahead and take a room out here.” When Jack just stared at him, Gideon squinted and smiled. “Or…was that just wishful thinking on Garrett’s part?”

  “Uh…” Jack’s lips tightened in thought; Garrett had made his own assumptions back at the motel, that Jack would be moving to Gideon’s—“because you like having me around”—and had seemed confident that that was how it would work out. Jack liked to think that he himself—rather than Garrett—was the one in control, and yet he had packed his stuff and brought it with him, checking out of the motel on his way out. “Uh, no…he was right. I mean…if you were serious about it being okay for me to stay here.”

  “Yes, of course,” Gideon insisted. “You’ll come to see that I say what I mean, and mean what I say.” He smiled. “Take the weekend to get settled in and acquainted with the other boys. After yesterday and today,” he chuckled. “I think a little R and R is in order. We can talk more about the pool skit on Monday.”

  Jack wasn’t going to argue; he was wiped out. He laughed softly and started to speak when Pratt approached, and Jack’s relaxed state of mind abandoned him. Until this moment, he had pretty much forgotten about the man. Pratt’s eyes flicked repeatedly to Jack as he spoke to Gideon, and Jack was thankful for the robe covering his goods. “I think we got a little sun glare on a few of the shots,” he told Gideon. “But Doug can fix most of it.” He looked at Jack and smiled. “You were fantastic. You’re very photogenic.” He winked. “The camera loves you.”

  “I agree.” Gideon grinned.

  Jack smiled uncertainly but took no pleasure in the compliment as he had earlier in Gideon’s praise. With Gideon standing right there, Pratt controlled just how thoroughly he allowed his eyes to roam. Jack silently willed the man to leave before Gideon, but he was clearly powerless as Gideon told Jack again to just relax, then bid them farewell.

  Twisting around slowly, Pratt watched the man leave. He chuckled softly and turned to Jack. “Gideon is a great man. But even so…did you buy all that shit about sex and love?” His eyes dragged down Jack’s body. “Sex is a primal, physical thing. From our caveman days”—Pratt’s lips twisted—“we were born and bred to fuck. Especially us men.” He grinned. It sent a creepy shiver through Jack. “We’re all animals on the inside.”

  Some more than others. Jack looked away, wanting to pull the robe up over his entire body but not wishing to draw any more attention to himself.

  “Here,” Pratt said, and Jack glanced at him. The man was holding a small towel. “You don’t want that stuff drying and crusting all over your skin.” He was looking at Jack’s chest and stomach where Marcus had left deposits of his cum. Rather than hand Jack the towel, Pratt began to slowly wipe off his chest himself. “The leftovers are pretty nasty, huh?” he chuckled. “But fuck, it sure is fun working it up out of your balls, ain’t it?”

  Jack swallowed thickly, wanting out from under the man’s touch. “I…I should just go take a shower,” he mumbled and rolled off the opposite side of the hammock, slipping hurriedly into the robe and cinching the belt tight.

  “Catch you later, Jack,” Pratt tossed after him casually. Yet to Jack…it had the feel of a threat.

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  Garrett was sitting on the hood of Jack’s car when he returned to the vehicle to grab his belongings. Fresh out of the shower, his wet hair was combed back away from his forehead and tiny droplets of water were still seeping from the strands and wetting the rear collar of his shirt. Garrett looked him over appraisingly, without causing the uneasiness that Pratt incited. In fact, when Garrett looked at him like he was a gourmet meal to be savored and then devoured—it unleashed a flurry of pleasant butterflies in his stomach. He was fast discovering that this was an effect he had no control over, whether he welcomed it or not.

  “So.” Garrett hopped off the hood. “Let’s grab your stuff and get you settled in.”

  His stride slowing as he approached the car, Jack eyed him. “How do you know I even brought my things?”

  Garrett smiled and cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you?”

  A slow, exasperated breath pushed up Jack’s throat. “Yeah,” he grumbled.

  “Ah, I knew you would.” Garrett grinned and puffed his chest out a little. “You just can’t stand to be away from all this sexiness, can you?”

  Jack rolled his eyes. “Oh brother,” he murmured and fought the smile trying to grab his lips. He walked to the rear of the car, tugged out his keys, and unlocked the trunk.

  “So.” Garrett sauntered casually back his way and rested his arm on the open trunk lid. “How were the twins?”

  “Good,” Jack said quietly. A grave understatement. Everything he owned fit into his sports bag and he lifted it from the trunk. Garrett stepped back as Jack closed the trunk lid.

  “Just good?” Garrett posed doubtfully.

  Jack shrugged, then laughed low. “Okay, so they were out of this world fan-fucking-tastic.”

  Laughing, Garrett took Jack’s bag and wrapped his free arm around his shoulders as they headed back toward the house. “Still think they’re V.C. Andrews creepy?”

  Jack smiled, shook his head and adjusted his pants, still feeling the effects of his recent session with the beautiful boys. “Not so much.”

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  The two boys walked in from the parking area. Gideon watched them from the window of his office. Garrett’s arm curled around Jack in a casual, comfortable manner. His gaze followed them until they were out of view, then he returned to his desk and sat down. He rubbed his eyes and hoped like hell there wasn’t another disaster brewing.

  He sighed and raised his head, his attention going to the framed photo on his desk. Gideon couldn’t explain why he kept the picture, or why the hell he kept it out where he had to see it every day. All it did was keep the hurt alive, embedding it deeper and deeper into his heart. Underneath it all, perhaps that was the reason; some part of him believed he deserved to feel the pain. He fingered the cross necklace and stared at the photo. Or maybe he was just terrified of losing sight of where he had come from, what he had once believed in with such conviction. If that light went out…would he lose his way? Just get lost in a dark world and slowly succumb to its depravity?

  Maybe you already have and you just can’t admit it. He exhaled slowly; maybe so. What if his theories on sex and love as he’d relayed them to Jack…were merely excuses to indulge in
lust? It didn’t feel that way to him, but a person’s mind could play all kinds of tricks on them.

  He had once tried explaining his ideals to David, and the guy had just looked at him with a kind of pity reserved for someone trying desperately to justify what they know to be wrong. There had been sadness there as well…as if he was finally accepting that Gideon was lost, for good. That look in David’s eyes had hit Gideon with the force of a battering ram, unhinging his heart, mind…and soul. That had been the last time he’d stood face-to-face with the man. The last time they had spoken. David saw him as a lost soul—and that wasn’t something Gideon could handle. So, he had walked away and hadn’t looked back.

  Gideon gazed at the young, dark-haired man in the photo. He slid his thumb gently across the glass, caressing the man’s cheek. “I’m sorry I disappointed you, Davie,” he whispered. “But it just felt like too much of a lie.”

  He drew away from the photo and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. A soft knock at his open door pulled his eyes open again and he glanced toward the doorway. Scotty lingered at the threshold, a nervous shift to his feet. His hands flexed slowly at his sides. Gideon leaned forward. “What do you need, Scotty?” he asked softly.

  The boy continued to shift, his eyes flitting around the office. “Is…is Jack going to stay here…at the house?”

  “Yes.”

  Scotty’s face pinched as he stared at the floor, his brow squeezing and a shadow of anger darkening his eyes. “Why? How…how do you even know you’re going to keep him on? He just showed up yesterday. Why are you letting him move in so soon?”

  Gideon’s heart went out to the young man, but what was wrong with Scotty—Gideon couldn’t fix. The best he could do was let Scotty know he cared about him, be a listening ear when the boy needed to talk…and hope that was enough to sustain the young man until a real solution came along.