Jack

by A M Snead

  He withdrew his hand and teasingly shoved the briefs partially down over his cheeks then left them there in the center of his ass, the tight fabric halfway off his hips, squeezing into his firm flesh. Both hands moved up in front of him and pulled a pillow under his chest as his body moved slowly on the bed, hips twisting and curving slowly. “I really like to tease my lover with a lot of glimpses of what he’ll be getting.” He turned onto his back again, the briefs still shoved partially down. His hand went down inside the spandex and readjusted his cock so just the head and an inch of shaft peeked out. He rubbed the head with the pad of his thumb and smiled at the camera, the heat rising inside him burning away thoughts of Pratt watching him.

  He continued to tantalize the viewers with just enough flesh to keep them lusting for more, caressing and massaging himself, expounding upon what he liked done to him, what he liked to do to his partner, what got him the hottest. He drew his legs up and rested his feet on the bed, letting his knees fall open a bit as he thoroughly rubbed his cock and squeezed his balls through the tight briefs. He rose up on one elbow as his other hand continued to work himself.

  With heavy, hungry eyes, he looked right at the camera, smiled seductively and murmured, “I wonder if there’s a boy around here who would like to fuck me.” His eyebrow flicked. “Perhaps I should go look.”

  “Cut,” the director called, and Jack sagged back down on the bed, raking his fingers through his hair. He swallowed hard, his pulse quick. Gideon’s grinning face appeared above him at the edge of the bed. “You are fan-fucking-tastic, you beautiful thing you.”

  Chuckling, Jack groaned and sat forward. As soon as he did, he caught Pratt shooting heated glances at him as the man went about preparing the equipment to be moved outside. Jack quickly averted his eyes. “I was just kind of winging it.” He laughed short. “I’ve never done that before.”

  Gideon shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You boys always say that.” Jack laughed and stood up. Gideon clapped his shoulder lightly. “I guess it’s time to see if we can find us a boy…or boys…who are ready and willing to feed your fantasies.”

  “I selflessly volunteer my services.” Pratt winked at Jack from behind the camera.

  Gideon chuckled, but an unpleasant shiver rushed through Jack. He quickly pulled on his jeans and slipped back into the button shirt. It couldn’t possibly be a good thing that he didn’t want to be naked in front of the cameraman, but something about the guy gave him the creeps—and not in the cute, appealing way that the twins had.

  Relief set in as he walked out of the room with Gideon but was quickly replaced by an all-new tension as he practically ran into Scotty standing just outside the door. “Excuse me,” Jack offered politely and instinctively touched the young man’s arm to keep from bumping him. Scotty jerked away as if Jack’s touch would burn and scowled at him with a flare of genuine resentment and possibly even hate in his eyes. When the kid hurried off, Jack glanced after him. Gideon made no mention of the young man’s behavior, so Jack didn’t ask.

  Did Scotty react this way to all the new recruits? Or was Jack a special case?

  ♥

  The late morning sunlight warmed Jack’s body as he sank onto the soft woven rope and made himself comfortable on the large hammock. The rope bed was tightly stretched in its frame, giving just a little as Jack relaxed on top of it. A small, soft pillow was tucked under his head and he closed his eyes for a moment. He was so tired and was wishing they weren’t shooting a scene right now, because then he could just lie there and fall asleep to the gentle sway of the hammock, his body slowly heating beneath the rays of the sun.

  He opened his eyes before he actually did fall asleep and spread his arms out to the edges of the hammock and twisted his head around casually, looking at the camera with lazy eyes. “It’s very peaceful here…a little piece of heaven on earth.” That wasn’t merely a “line,” it was truly how Jack felt. “I love the serenity.” He exhaled softly and looked up at the tree above as one hand moved down and rested on his crotch. He’d removed the tight briefs before pulling on the swim trunks. The spacious shorts allowed his cock plenty of room to grow. At the moment, it lay heavily to the side, a decent bulge beneath the fabric.

  He rubbed his palm on his member, squeezing it gently through the shorts. Selective cameras moved around the hammock for alternate angles. He was thankful that Pratt manned the stationary “main” camera and wasn’t moving in too close.

  Jack closed his eyes again, as this scene was to depict him simply relaxing on a warm day. His fingers worked casually at the button of his shorts then pushed down the zipper. He slipped his hand inside the swim trunks and stroked his cock as if he were in no hurry to get off. He released a deep sigh and moaned softly, then pushed the front of his shorts down a little, exposing a portion of his growing erection. His fingers squeezed around the upper part of his shaft and he stroked the top half of his cock slowly, his thumb rubbing across the tip every so often to smear the forming droplets into his hardening flesh.

  Shifting his hips, Jack pushed the shorts down a little more and loosed his entire cock. He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and stroked with added firmness but kept the rhythm slow, controlled.

  Soft voices off to the left drew his eyes open and he twisted his head. Mickey and Marcus were strolling down the path that passed by the shingle oak tree, arms around one another, heads close as they spoke low and laughed softly. Both boys wore snug black swim shorts and slip-on leather sandals. Mickey spotted Jack first, smiled, and whispered in Marcus’ ear. The other boy looked around and smiled as well when he saw Jack.

  A warm, light breeze played with their blond strands as the twins approached the hammock. Jack gazed at them and decided Garrett was right—they were sexy and adorable. Though both boys had been plenty bold back in their room earlier, of the two, Marcus seemed to possess a slightly shier nature than Mickey. And it was evident in the tentative way his lovely blue eyes followed Jack’s hand as it slid up and down his shaft.

  “You look…comfortable, Jack.” Mickey smiled, that cooing softness to his voice. His gaze was a bit bolder, grazing Jack’s chest and stomach through the open front of his shirt. “Spread out all luscious like a scrumptious buffet.”

  Marcus extended his hand and rubbed lightly up Jack’s thigh as he laid his head on Mickey’s shoulder and smiled sensually at Jack. “Can I have a taste?” He gently bit the tip of his right index finger as his left palm slid down along Jack’s inner thigh, causing a quivering tickle to rush up into Jack’s crotch and harden his dick in his fist. Marcus’ hand went up inside the loose leg of the shorts, his fingers brushing against Jack’s heavy balls that had suddenly developed a pleasant ache. An ache that slowly crept up his shaft and seeped out in fresh pearl drops of cum nectar.

  A moan slipped up Jack’s throat on a soft exhale and he moved his hips a fraction, encouraging Marcus to reach deeper. In reply to the boy’s question, Jack smiled and murmured, “Be my guest.”

  A sexy, shy smile curved Marcus’ lips. He pushed his hand deeper into Jack’s shorts and gently cupped his balls. His free hand rubbed down Mickey’s chest as he leaned over and wrapped his lips around the head of Jack’s cock and sucked so beautifully Jack nearly screamed. “Fuck,” he gasped unsteadily and stroked his shaft, his hand lightly bumping Marcus’ lips with each upward stroke. “Uuhh…” Hips arching up, Jack moaned louder, fist squeezing his cock. “Fuck, baby, your mouth is delicious.”

  Mickey moved closer and slid his fingers through Jack’s hair in a way that Jack found wonderfully soothing. Mickey buried his other hand down the back of Marcus’ shorts, squeezing and rubbing his ass as he dipped in and kissed Jack on the lips. Another moan escaped Jack and he pumped himself harder.

  With a lick of his lips, Marcus withdrew then carefully crawled onto the hammock and across Jack, settling himself on the other side. Mickey joined them, lying opposite Marcus with Jack between them. Mickey removed Jack’s hand from his cock and to
ok over, slowing the rhythm as he and Marcus kissed and caressed Jack’s chest, stomach, up to his throat, each taking their turn kissing him deep and long.

  Jack curled his arms around both boys, his fingers delving into their hair as he cupped their heads. “Oh my God…” he groaned when each one latched onto a nipple and bit down with just the right amount of pressure to send a shock straight to his cock. “Fuck!” he gasped thickly and shoved his dick through Mickey’s fist, working with his rhythm and pace. They eased off the biting and sucked his nipples softly, sensually. Their warm mouths felt heavenly against his skin and he was overcome with the need to kiss them again. He gently gripped the backs of their heads and urged them back up to his mouth, kissing one and then the other. Crisp blue eyes full of want and purity gazed at him, then both began to kiss him at once, as well as each other, somehow all three of their tongues interweaving.

  How the twins could be so deliciously sexual and still maintain an air of innocence was a mystery to Jack—but something about the unusual concoction was highly erotic and all-consuming, and Jack longed to fuck them both at once.

  The twins abandoned his mouth and sucked down his throat, using lips and teeth to fuel the fire boiling his blood. All awareness of the cameras, or uneasy thoughts of Pratt, dematerialized in the wake of the twins’ kisses and caresses. “Oh fuck,” he choked as both boys arrived at his cock simultaneously, each licking, sucking, kissing every inch of his painfully stiff erection. Jack’s fingers curled through the rope hammock and gripped tightly, his hips lifting, begging, wanting more, aching to feel their sweet mouths take him and consume him—possess him.

  Oh please, my darlings. Please. Don’t…stop.

  12 “The Way Of Angels”

  SOFT, sensual hands rubbed up Jack’s stomach, his chest, caressing. Short, perfectly manicured nails raked his hot skin, dragging down his torso, as the twins’ lips met at the tip of his cock and both licked up his juices, kissing one another and his cock head, sucking the ultra-sensitive crown.

  “Holy fuck,” Jack panted, head shoving back against the small pillow, jaw clenching so tight his face ached. “Oh my God…fuck…yesss. Uuuhh!” He jerked as a tight, wet heat suddenly engulfed him and the suction that gripped his cock exploded his mind. He couldn’t open his eyes as the intensity forced them to clamp shut, so he didn’t know for sure which one was sucking him so fucking good. He released the hammock with one hand and gripped the lover’s head, hips pumping, fucking his mouth. “Uuuhh!!” he yelled as the tightness in his jaw released. “Fuuuck!”

  The suction and heat released for a bare moment, the warm open air cooling his wet flesh, then he was swallowed again by the other boy. He forced his eyes open and looked down. Mickey was sucking him now. The first had been Marcus? Maybe it was the intensity of the blow job that surprised him. And to think, he thought Marcus was the timid one.

  “Oh God.” Jack swallowed hard and grabbed Mickey’s head with both hands. The boy could take cock and shoved his mouth all the way down on Jack’s shaft, his lips touching the finely trimmed pubic hair at the base of Jack’s dick. “Uuuhh. Fuck! Yes! Oh my God, baby…”

  Marcus slithered up his body and began to softly kiss his neck and throat. Jack groaned again and tilted his head back. “Do you like us now, Jack?” Marcus whispered as he petted Jack’s chest and arms. “We like you.”

  Nodding, Jack gasped, “Uh huh…I…I like you…a lot.”

  Marcus seemed genuinely pleased by his answer and cuddled closer, sliding one leg over Jack’s thigh as Mickey continued to suck him and stroke him until he was sure he would go blind. Marcus’ hard cock rubbed Jack’s leg through his shorts, nudged his thigh muscle and left a smear of wetness on his skin as it seeped through the thin fabric. “Do you want to fuck us, Jack?” he moaned, a plea in his tone. He dipped his head and licked up between Jack’s pec muscles.

  Do you want to fuck us, Jack?

  He did. Fuck yes, he did! But his throat was parched; he worked to get the words out, but they stuck to the back of his dry tongue. A whirlwind of ecstasy was carrying him away as Mickey’s incredible mouth squeezed up and down his cock and Marcus slithered his tongue up the center of his chest.

  Jack’s mind fragmented and he was only half aware of Mickey pulling off him and then tugging Jack’s shorts down his legs and off his feet. The twins shed their shorts and Mickey spread Jack’s legs. A powerful haze clogged his senses and he was barely aware of anything outside this tiny little, perfect world upon the hammock. He registered the faint ripping of a condom packet but hadn’t even noticed anyone approach to hand them out.

  Rolling on the condom, Mickey leaned up over the top of Jack and looked down into his face, the boy’s innocent yet impish eyes doing crazy things to Jack. “You’re so cute when you want to be fucked, Jack.” He leaned down and kissed Jack’s mouth. “Such a cute boy anyway. And so sweet.”

  Marcus caressed Mickey’s body then kissed Jack’s lips as well. “Indeed, he is.” He looked at Mickey with a sweet innocence that contradicted his sexual prowess. “Can we keep him, Mickey? All for us?”

  Moaning softly, Mickey kissed him again and smiled as sweetly. “I don’t think Garrett would let us.”

  “Oh…” Marcus nodded and laid his cheek against Mickey’s arm, his eyes squinting knowingly at Jack. “I forgot.”

  Jack frowned and swallowed thickly. “For…forgot what?” he rasped.

  “Shhh.” Marcus smiled softly and touched a fingertip to Jack’s lips as Mickey sat back and situated himself between Jack’s legs. “Mickey has something for you.”

  Mickey slicked his sheathed member with saliva then pushed Jack’s legs further apart. Jack groaned and lifted his hips as the young man nudged his hole with the tip of his cock. “Yes…” Jack whimpered. “Fuck me, baby…”

  Existence apart from the hammock totally slipped from his awareness as Mickey slowly pushed inside him. “Oh, Jack…” Mickey bit his lower lip and moaned. He squeezed Jack’s thighs, his member forging in deeper. “Uummm…you feel good…” His head dropped back, and he bit harder into his lip, causing a red flush to the skin around his teeth.

  Marcus wrapped his hand around Jack’s cock and stroked him slowly as Mickey pushed up snug against Jack’s ass. “Fuck…” Jack choked on a whimper and wove his fingers through the netting of the hammock again, gripping hard. “Oh my God…you two…are amazing.”

  A soft smile touched Marcus’ lips and he kissed Jack’s navel then slowly licked up the top side of his shaft.

  “Uuhhh…God…” Jack trembled. He barely had a moment to anticipate Marcus’ mouth on him again before the boy was sucking his cock into his tight throat. Jack bucked, causing the hammock to swing a little. Mickey gripped tighter and smiled and began to fuck him deep and slow, sliding his cock back and forth through Jack’s tight inner sleeve, pushing and pulling until Jack’s vision began to sparkle.

  ♥

  “I think we may have lost him.” Gideon chuckled quietly and glanced at Garrett who had approached from the rear entrance of the large dwelling.

  Garrett smiled and nodded, his eyes resting heavily on the three boys. Beautiful Mickey had a grip on Jack’s thighs and fucked him so perfectly, his supple body curving sensually with each thrust of his hips. And Marcus—sweet, tender Marcus—had Jack’s cock tucked deep in his lovely mouth, head bobbing gently up and down, hands caressing both Jack and Mickey.

  And Jack…his gorgeous face was a picture of ecstasy, tight with sexual tension yet so perfectly serene at the same time. His body rocked slowly to the twins’ rhythm, causing the hammock to sway casually back and forth.

  “Yeah,” Garrett murmured with a smile, voice suddenly thick. “I’d say his mind is probably gone.”

  “That’s good,” Gideon said. “It gives the scene a more natural feel when you boys get lost in one another and forget about the cameras and everything else.”

  Garrett’s gaze followed along as Jack released the hammock with one hand and slid
his fingers through Marcus’ hair. “Jack makes it easy to forget about everything else,” he whispered. His pulse kicked when he realized he had spoken that thought aloud. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms loosely over his chest, keeping his eyes averted from Gideon as he felt the man looking at him.

  “Garrett…”

  “It was just an observation,” Garrett murmured quickly, unsteadily. “I didn’t mean anything…personal by it.” The man continued to look at him and Garrett finally met his stare. “What happened with Scotty won’t happen again. Not with anyone.”

  Shifting, Gideon sighed softly. “Scotty was an isolated incident, Garrett. It’s hardwired into human beings to sometimes do the wrong thing…even if it is for the right reasons. Mistakes are inevitable.”

  “So, who made the mistake?” Garrett wondered quietly as he turned his eyes back to the scene on the hammock. “Me?” He licked his lips slowly then pressed them tight. “Or Scotty?”

  Gideon focused his attention on the three boys and released a slow breath. “Both.”

  Lowering his arms, Garrett spoke low, strained. “Well, it will not happen again. I’ve learned my lesson and I’ve moved on.” He stepped back and turned away to leave. “Scotty needs to do the same…and stop fucking blaming me for his own choices.” I didn’t put the fucking blade to his wrists.

  Garrett walked away, not waiting—nor wishing—for a reply from Gideon.