by A M Snead
“An EMT?” Jack cocked an eyebrow. “Really? That’s cool. How long has he been here?”
“About a year,” Mickey told him.
“We first met him when he came out here when Scotty…” Marcus clipped his words abruptly and looked down, a tightness pinching his face.
Jack frowned. “When Scotty…what?” he asked slowly.
Marcus didn’t reply. It was Mickey who answered. “We don’t really talk about that,” he murmured. “It was really bad and…no one likes to bring it up. Marcus didn’t mean to say anything.”
Jack slowly shifted his gaze back to Marcus. The boy seemed genuinely troubled that he’d made mention of Scotty. Jack wrapped his fingers around Marcus’ hand. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” He kissed Marcus on the cheek. “How about we all go swimming?”
There was a slight gloss to Marcus’ eyes as he raised his head, but also a glow. “I thought you didn’t want to swim.”
Jack shrugged and smiled. “Maybe I just didn’t want to swim with the testosterone boys.” He winked. “But with you two, that’s another story.”
“Do you need some swim trunks?” Marcus asked. “There’re extra pairs in the locker room. We can show you where.”
“Great.”
The three of them climbed to their feet and headed toward the house. “Hey! Where you going?” Derek called.
“Be back in a minute,” Jack shot back. “Just grabbing some shorts.”
“I see how you are,” Derek called, grinning. “You turn me down but when the little hotties ask you…”
“What can I say?” Jack turned and walked backwards a moment, shrugging. “They are irresistible.”
Derek laughed and flipped him off.
“One of these days!” Jack hollered then turned away, wrapping his arms around the twins’ shoulders.
The locker room housed multiple lockers and a large shower area with sectioned-off stalls. Mickey retrieved a pair of trunks for Jack. “Or do you want a speedo?” A sexy smile curved Mickey’s lips. “I think you would look really sexy.”
Jack chuckled and took the shorts. “These will do.”
“Can we help you change?” Marcus rubbed up against him, that sweet smile on his innocent face such an incredible turn-on.
“I…” Jack smiled. “I could use the help. It’s such a chore undressing myself.”
The boys looked at each other and smiled then commenced to peel off Jack’s shirt and unfasten his pants. He swallowed thickly as their delicate hands slowly dragged his pants and briefs down his legs. Both boys sank down before him and urged him to lift one foot then the other as they tugged the pants off the rest of the way. His cock twitched and hardened when they began to caress his legs, kiss his thighs.
Oh fuck, I love how you two help out.
“You’re really beautiful, Jack,” Marcus murmured softly as his warm palm caressed up Jack’s inner thigh then cupped his balls. Jack sucked in a sharp breath and groaned. Marcus massaged his sack and Mickey made his way to Jack’s cock, stroking him gently, kissing up and down his shaft.
“My God.” Jack shuddered and cupped their heads tenderly. “I’ve never in my life met anyone like you two.” It was true. Their touch was healing, soothing. The uneasy sensations left behind by Garrett began to calm, fade away, as the twins took their time pleasuring him. As before, they each took turns sucking him, shoving him to the brink then drawing him back again, over and over until he longed to beg them to just take him all the way or he would go insane.
Marcus dropped kisses on his thigh as Mickey sucked him so good, spiking Jack’s pulse. His breath burst from his lips in broken gasps. That short time with Garrett had sent his body into overdrive and he hadn’t realized just how badly he needed the release until the twins touched their mouths to him. Had they sensed that need in him? They were very intuitive, more so than normal, it seemed.
“We really want you to spend the night with us some night,” Marcus murmured against his warm skin. “We could have so much fun.”
Jack shuddered, his fingers tensely gripping the boys’ heads. Mickey’s hot, tight mouth squeezed his cock, sucked it into his throat then glided up and down his hard dick. He gasped and moaned. “Fuck…yes…I would love to spend a night with you two.” His chest heaved, and he gently fucked Mickey’s wonderful mouth. “Oh my God…you make me feel so good.”
The boys alternated, and Marcus took over, taking possession of Jack’s cock. It still amazed him how the boy could emanate such innocence and shyness—and suck cock so incredibly good.
It didn’t take Jack long to reach his limit, and when he finally cried out and burst, the twins each took their turn sucking his juice out of him until he had no more to give. His legs were shaky as he pulled on the swim trunks and the three of them returned to the pool.
Garrett was there and looking as refreshed as Jack felt. Who had he fucked to get his release?
20 “The Lion’s Den”
THE name of the club glowed in bright fluorescence above the entrance. Jack looked at Lucas. “The Lion’s Den?” He cocked an eyebrow. “And the owner’s name is Daniel?”
Lucas chuckled. “I think it’s clever.”
Shrugging, Jack nodded. “I guess it is.” He smiled.
“You’re going to love it,” Lucas assured. “It’ll be your home away from home.”
“Uh-huh.” Jack smirked. “If you say so.” He hadn’t been big on strip clubs, even back in Southern California. But knowing some of Gideon’s boys would be up onstage tonight did manage to put a charge in his shorts.
Jack was caught in a small hoard and ushered inside. The place wasn’t very large but what it lacked in size, it made up for in friendly atmosphere. Jack instantly felt at home as he was introduced to some of the other dancers who were working the floor. The boys looked him over rather thoroughly and clearly liked what they were seeing.
One of the dancers swayed up close to Jack, a seductive smile on his lips. He was cute and lean with a very supple body that he knew how to control quite well. His blond hair was darkened from sweat and a few short strands curled over his glistening brow. “I’m Nicky,” he practically purred. “So, are you one of Gideon’s angels too?”
Jack frowned. “Gideon’s angels?”
Next to Jack, Derek chuckled. “That’s what Gideon calls us—his angels. I don’t know why.”
“That is a bit of a mystery.” Nicky smiled and shifted his attention to Derek. The two fell into a slow, sensual rhythm, bodies close and moving together. “’Cause you are much too devilish to be an angel.”
“True.” Derek rested his hands on Nicky’s hips, which were barely covered by tight leather pants, the snap hardly reaching above the guy’s crotch. Had he not been clean-shaven, pubic hairs would have been showing. But Jack had to admit it was an appealing look on the guy.
Nicky glanced at Jack. “So? You going to be dancing with us too? You’re really hot. Bet you have some sexy moves.”
“Uh, no.” Jack laughed softly. “Not a dancer.”
A mischievous smile tightened Nicky’s lips. “I bet you are.”
“Nope.” Jack shook his head and started looking for an escape route in case the guy tried to coax him up onstage. “Just here to watch.”
“If you say so.” Nicky shrugged and flashed him a cute smile then kissed Derek on the mouth. “But you, sexy, are getting onstage with me tonight.”
“Hell yes, I am.” Derek grinned and cupped the man’s ass with both hands. “We’re gonna rock this joint.”
“Don’t we always?” Nicky murmured, playing with Derek’s hair.
“Yeah, yeah.” Lucas brushed past them. “I blow you both off that stage.”
Derek grinned darkly. “How about you blow us both onstage?”
Lucas smirked. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.” He laughed and weaved through the other boys scattered across the floor.
“Grab a front row seat,” Derek told Jack. “And enjoy the show. I
’m gonna head into the back and get ready.”
Jack nodded. “Looking forward to it.”
The twins appeared at his sides, each hugging an arm. “Would you dance with us, Jack?”
The way these two boys asked for things, it was nearly impossible to deny them. But Jack was not one to shake his ass before a live audience. Performing on camera was different—the viewers weren’t right there in the same room with him. “What if I dance with you back at the house, in the privacy of your bedroom?” He raised an eyebrow inquiringly.
“I bet you would be so good onstage, though.” Marcus rested his chin on Jack’s shoulder and smiled. The hopeful look in his clear blue eyes was almost enough to make Jack strip down right then and there and scramble up onstage just to please the adorable boys.
“I doubt that,” Jack chuckled. “I would surely make a fool of myself.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Mickey chimed in. “You would be so hot.”
“Well, thanks for the votes of confidence,” Jack laughed. “But I’m afraid I’m going to sit this one out.”
Disappointment pinched Marcus’ brow. “Really?”
“But we want you to dance with us, Jack,” Mickey said softly, equal disappointment in his quiet voice.
Jack groaned. “Come on, you two. This isn’t fair. You know I have no resistance against you.”
Smiling, Marcus murmured, “Does that mean you will dance with us?”
“I’ll…consider it,” Jack relented. “But don’t…bank on it, okay. I have terrible stage fright.” He groaned inwardly and wondered why he had given in even that much. There was no way in hell he could get onstage and strip. But caught between the twins’ lovely faces and hopeful eyes, he knew why he had relented; he clearly could not say no to these two.
“Hey, my lovelies.”
Jack tensed at the sound of Garrett’s voice right behind him. The man hadn’t come in with Jack and the others but had driven his own car.
“Hey, Garrett,” the boys cooed together. “Are you going to dance tonight?”
“We’ll see.”
“Oh, please do,” Marcus begged. “You have to show Jack how sexy you really are.”
No, please don’t, Jack thought with a hint of desperation.
“Maybe Jack doesn’t care to witness my sexiness.” Though he spoke to the twins, Jack could feel his eyes on him.
“Of course, he does,” Mickey insisted then hugged Jack’s arm tighter. “Don’t you, Jack?”
No. God, no. If the man got any sexier, Jack was sure he might literally lose his mind. He was teetering on the brink as it was. But what could he say? “Uh, yeah…I guess. Sure.”
“Well, then,” Garrett said quietly and curled his arm slowly around Jack’s neck from behind. Jack tensed but didn’t try to move away. “I guess it’s settled.”
“Yay!” Marcus squealed, and Jack couldn’t help but laugh despite his sudden awareness of Garrett’s body much too close to his, the feel of Garrett’s warm breath on his neck.
“So, my darlings, do you think I could have a word with Jack, alone?”
“Of course.” Mickey nodded. The two boys each kissed Jack’s cheeks then sashayed off together.
Garrett’s arm remained around Jack’s neck, snug but not choking. His breath shuddered when the man’s lips touched Jack’s head. “Are you mad at me?” he murmured, his voice barely audible above the music. “You haven’t talked to me since you left my room earlier.”
Was he mad? Jack struggled to conjure up the honest answer. He wasn’t fuming inside, and the knot in his gut wasn’t from anger. So, what was it, exactly, that he did feel about what had happened in Garrett’s room?
Fear. That’s what you’re feeling, little brother. You’re scared, Jack. You really like this guy and it’s scaring the shit out of you.
“No,” Jack said thickly—whether in answer to Garrett’s question or in denial of Jill’s conclusions, he wasn’t sure.
“Good,” Garrett whispered against his hair. “That’s good. I don’t mean to let things get out of hand with us, Jack. They just…do. I’m not sure what that means, if it means anything. But I do know that I hate the thought of you being pissed at me.”
Jack sniffed, his throat aching. “I’m not. It was as much my fault as yours…maybe more.”
A sigh of relief slipped out of Garrett. “Well, perhaps we were both equally to blame for that one.” He dipped his head and smiled against Jack’s ear. “So, we good?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered.
“You sure?” Garrett grinned and made as if he meant to choke him. “You swear?”
“Yes,” Jack laughed softly and gripped his arm with both hands. “I swear.”
Garrett kissed his ear. “Okay then.” He loosened his arm and rested his hands on Jack’s shoulders. “You ready to have some fun?”
“Yeah.” Jack smiled, the knot in his stomach unraveling. “I am.”
“Then we’re going to need some drinks.” He directed Jack to the bar and ordered a couple shots apiece.
An older man, near Gideon’s age, approached with a smile. “Garrett. It’s good to see you tonight.” The man was attractive, and his dark hair and tanned skin contrasted nicely with his white attire.
“Daniel.” Garrett shook his hand then looked at Jack. “Jack, this is Daniel. The club owner.”
The man flashed a charming smile and held out his hand to Jack. “It’s good to meet you, Jack.”
Jack accepted his hand and returned his smile. “It’s good to meet you, too.”
“Jack just recently joined us out at Gideon’s place,” Garrett said. “He’s becoming quite popular quite fast.”
“I bet,” Daniel chuckled softly and looked Jack over. “You’re a cutie.”
Jack took the compliment for what it was. There was none of the creepiness that Pratt instilled. Daniel had warm eyes that put Jack at ease.
“Is Gideon here?”
“Yeah.” Garrett glanced around. “Somewhere.”
Daniel smiled. “I didn’t think he would miss this.”
“Miss what?” Jack asked.
“Just a special show the boys put on now and then.” Garrett handed two shots to Jack and grabbed up the other two for himself. “Come on, let’s get closer to the stage.”
Jack followed Garrett through the gathering crowd until they reached the bar that curved around the perimeter of the stage. They each took a stool and Garrett threw back one of the shots. Jack followed suit then cleared his throat roughly. It had been a while since he’d done shots.
The twins appeared and took the two stools to Jack’s left.
“What’s so special about this show?” Jack asked, leaning close to Garrett.
“You’ll see.” Garrett smiled.
The stage lights dimmed suddenly, and the music died. A “deafening” silence fell over the club. Then the bulbs that rimmed the stage began to flash alternately in a multitude of colors and a low thumping beat began to pump out of the speakers. Two dancers emerged at the back of the stage, both in tight, glossy black pants, white gloves, and no shirts. Jack assumed it was Derek and Nicky, but he couldn’t be certain as their faces were painted pure white and their hair was slicked back. The beat of the music picked up a bit and they executed a strangely erotic “mime” dance, their bodies moving in fluid motion.
A smile played on Jack’s lips as he watched, mesmerized by the “art” of their performance.
When they made their way to the front of the stage, they began to beckon selective customers to come up onstage. They were turned down repeatedly which caused sad looks on their painted faces. Laughter sifted through the audience as they feigned despair. Jack was amazed at how skillfully they kept up their sexy moves while at the same time playing with the customers.
They danced closer to Jack and Garrett and began to beckon Garrett to the stage. When he just grinned and shook his head, they clasped their hands together, begging. Garrett just shrugged and shook hi
s head. They passed over Jack and focused on the twins who laughed shyly and shook their heads.
One of the dancers tapped the other on the shoulder and pointed at Jack, implying that they had missed him. The first mime covered his mouth with both hands, eyes widening as if shocked they had passed him over. He slid to his knees before Jack and pleaded with him emphatically.
“No way.” Jack grinned and laughed.
The dancer appeared unwilling to take no for an answer and suddenly slithered forward, dropping his hands onto the bar, body slinking and swaying, his face close to Jack’s.
Jack started to draw back a little when Garrett’s arm went around him, preventing his retreat. The dancer leaned in closer and teased Jack’s ear with his tongue—then whispered in Derek’s voice, “Time for your induction.”
“What—” Jack gasped sharply as both dancers—and Garrett—suddenly grabbed him. He squirmed, in shock. “What’re you doing?”
Garrett laughed and helped Derek and Nicky haul him up onstage. “It’s initiation night, baby!”
Initiation? Jack’s pulse went wild as the crowd exploded with whistles and cheers. His wide eyes shot to the bar across the room and locked on Gideon sitting next to Daniel. Gideon grinned and shrugged.
Jack stepped back, his eyes sweeping the crowd. They expected him to dance?
Oh fuck!
21 “The Initiation”
THE crotch of Garrett’s pants tightened in anticipation of Jack’s performance. Simply by the way Jack’s body moved in rhythm with his own, Garrett knew the boy had all the right stuff to be a hot little dancer. Once he conquered his stage fright, he’d do fine.
The crowd howled and whistled. This was routine when Gideon brought in a new boy. The strip tease onstage was their initiation into the fold. They’d all had to do it.
Derek and Nicky stood on either side of a very wide-eyed, startled Jack. Derek grinned and calmed the crowd down. “I’d like to introduce you to our newest hottie—Jack Heart!” The club burst with applause. “Okay! Okay!” Derek laughed and looked at Jack. “Now I know you must be wondering what the fuck is going on, huh?”