Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 18:10:50 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Son of Jack

			      THE SON OF JACK
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

	The elevator wasn't working, and I had to climb the seven flights.
As I walked, I listened to the sounds of arguments on three of the floors,
what sounded like a fight in another, loud music on two more, children
playing noisily on another, and then a burst of fetid stench and a yellow
puddle of what could only be urine as I stepped into the hallway of the
seventh floor.  I held my breath, avoided the worst of the piss as I
crossed it, and down to 714, knocked on the door, holding my clothes in a
garbage bag.
	He opened the door and I looked up for the first time into the eyes
of the man my mother said was my father.  Taller and darker-skinned than
me, but the face...he looked just like me, with sharp square jaws, small
nose and high forehead.  He had muscles like you build up in prison and
have nothing to do but work with the weights for hours and hours.  Even
with a baggy shirt, his muscles showed under the flannel, broad bulges at
the biceps, wide lumps at the shoulders, an extension of the material at
the chest for the pecs.  His hair was cut short so that it was only a mass
of frizzle on top of his head, almost straight.  A huge, mean-looking man,
and he looked just like I'd look when I grew up.  Maybe he was my father,
after all.
	I'd always wondered about that, because Mom was an addict, hopping
up on amphetamines back when she'd had me nearly two decades ago so that
the doctors had to send me through drug rehab therapy as a newborn.  These
days, her drug of choice was crack, powerful but cheap.  She said she was
trying to get off the stuff...yeah, right!  Still, if this guy would put us
up for a while, I'd live here.  I had a choice, but that was foster care,
and I'd been in it a couple of times.  And at my age, I'd end up in a
government home instead; nobody wants to adopt a 15-year-old black boy.
	Jack looked at me without saying a word or moving, and I said, "Are
you Jack?"
	"Yeah."  Then.  "You ain't my kid, even if she named you Jack,
too."
	"You're probably right." I knew he wasn't enthusiastic about me
moving in with him.  But he'd just gotten out of prison after some ten
years and his sharing an apartment with my mother was as good as he was
going to get for a while.
	"Jackie, honey, is that you?" Mom called out.
	"Yeah, Mom." I said.  Jack grudgingly moved out of the way and let
me come in.  I looked at the place.  A couch, where I'd be sleeping, and a
television set on a milk crate.  That was it for the living room.  Looks
like my garbage bag was going to be where I kept my clothes.
	I wasn't surprised, I'd been here before; this was my third return
to the Madison Park Towers housing project, the "Mad Tower."  They'd
planned four of them but only one had ended up being built.
	"I got some supper cooking." She said as she came out and I saw
that she was hopped up on something.  Shit, I'd better go in and check on
what she was cooking, make sure she didn't burn it or dump in salt instead
of sugar...or rat poison!
	She was frying hamburgers.  She had some buns and ketchup and
mustard, but no lettuce or pickles.  That was okay.  And a bag of potato
chips, the cheap ones.
	After dinner was television.  About ten o'clock, I began to yawn
and Jack said, "Why don't you go to bed?"
	"`Cause you're sitting on it." I pointed out.
	"We'll be up for a while." Jack said and I saw from his leer at my
mom why they'd be up.  "You go get into my bed and we'll wake you up when
we come in."
	Fine, I didn't want to see him fuck my mother.  The sound on the
television went up as I closed the bedroom door.  Good, maybe I couldn't
hear them either.  I undressed and got into bed.  I was nude, I normally
slept in my briefs but they were all dirty.  I'd have to get some laundry
done before I wore them again.
	The argument started soon after that.  Jack was furious with my
mother, and she was screaming back at him.  It took me some time what with
the television noise stirred in to figure it out, but I kept picking up the
words, "rotten pussy."
	Then Jack was at the door to the bedroom.  "You sleep on the couch,
bitch!" He yelled.  "I don't want that in bed with me.  Shit!"  He yanked
the door open.  Mom was yelling something but I was too busy watching Jack
to worry about that.  He slammed the door and it immediately broke clean
off at the hinges.
	Honest.  I guess the woodwork was rotten and it just broke
completely off.  Jack cursed and grabbed the door and carried it out into
the living room.  "Turn off the television and the light and go to sleep,
you fucking whore!" he shouted at my mom.  "I don't want you near me.  I
don't want you even touching my food, God, you touched those burgers and I
ate it!  Don't cook for me any more, you hear me?"
	The television went out but not the light.
	"What's going on?" I asked as Jack came back in and began to
unbutton his shirt.  A t-shirt, stained and filthy, was underneath it.
	"Scoot over, we're sharing the bed.  Your tramp bitch of a mother
is going to be sleeping on the couch."
	"Okay, but why?" I asked him as I scooted over.  I didn't get upset
at his words of my mother because after all, she was an addict and a
hooker, at least sometimes.  You can't grow up like I do and not find out
things like that about your mother.  So I saw the reason for the words, but
I didn't see why that would stop him from putting her into his bed and
fucking her every night.  I didn't care about that part...better him than
some different guy every night...and at least I got a real bed out of him
putting her on the couch.
	"Your mother's got the clap or something." he said, his face
crinkled down in anger.  "Her pussy has got little white pus-spots all over
it.  That slut!"
	"Yeah?"  Now I understood about the "rotten pussy."  And the
food...shit, I didn't want her touching my food either!
	"Yeah." He said and unfastened his jeans.  He shucked them down and
I saw he wasn't wearing briefs either.  His cock was a long, dark tube of
meat that dangled as he put one knee on the bed; semi-erect and
mean-looking.  "No way I'm fucking that shit."
	"I know what you mean.  I'll take Mom over to the free clinic
tomorrow." I promised.
	He lay down without covering up and put one hand on his head, just
fingers touching.  "Shit!  Ten fucking years in prison and I get out, the
first woman I get has the fucking clap!" he moaned.  "Now what the fuck am
I going to do?"  His cock wasn't standing upright, but it was sort of
arcing up above his body.
	"Same thing you did in prison." I said with faint sympathy.  "Whack
yourself off."
	There was the shortest pause before he said, "I didn't have to
whack off in prison.  I had me some pussy."
	His next act was to grab the blanket and yank it off of me, and he
rolled over and onto me.  "Yeah, you're already naked." He breathed into my
face.
	"What are you doing?" I said into those eyes.
	"I'm paying for this apartment.  Your mom signed the papers but I
paid all the rent." he said.  "I did that because it was going to get some
ass every night.  So that's you."
	"Me?"
	"I'm sure as hell not fucking your mother." he said.
	I turned and struggled, his big hands on me and his body against
mine, his cock jabbing at me, and I yelled.  "Momma!  Momma, help!  Momma!"
Over and over again.
	Mom came in as Jack had me pinned down, me on my side but
completely underneath him.  "Jack?  Jack, what are you doing?"  She didn't
need an answer to that.  "He's your own son, Jack!"
	"The hell he is." Jack grunted.  "You fucked so many men, there's
no telling who his daddy is."
	Mom came over and flailed at him and he put up with it, then rose
up long enough to backhand her, hard.  She fell back, gibbering, onto the
floor, sprawling.
	"Get the fuck out of here, bitch!" he snarled.  "You want me to
stop fucking your boy, you get your ass cleaned up.  Until then, he's my
pussy!"
	"Momma?" I said, a trembling, wavering tone to my voice.  "Momma,
help me.  Please!"
	Mom stood up and I could see defeat in her eyes.  "Baby.  Baby, we
got no place else to go."
	"Momma?"  But she turned and walked out the door, leaned against
the wall outside, a black shadow of helplessness.
	Jack grabbed me by the back of my neck and he said, "Boy, you hold
still and this won't hurt near as much."
	"But you're my daddy!" I begged him.
	"Then you'll like this." He said.  "I did back when my daddy fucked
me."
	I gave up fighting then.  I didn't have any more ways to fight him.
Jack hawked some spit into his palm and reached down, greasing up his cock
and I just lay there as he pushed that hard dick up against my butthole.
	"Like my daddy told me when he did it my first time." Jack grunted.
"This is only going to hurt for a little while, so grit your teeth, `cause
it's going to feel better in a little bit."  And he slammed that hard prong
into my butt.
	I had gritted my teeth and so all that came out was a strangled
sort of hiss.  I don't have words for it, all I can say is that it hurt!
It hurt!  It felt twice as big around as it could have been, like he was
shoving his fist up my ass.
	"Uuhh!" I moaned out.  "Uuh, take it out, take it out!"
	"Shut up." Jack growled.  "You're my pussy now.  You get mad, you
get mad at your mother for getting herself infected and then moving in with
me anyway."  And he hunched at me again, and I knew my agony was just
getting started.
	I closed my eyes and all I felt was pain.  My butt felt hot and
wet, and his cock was still inside there, I could feel it as a huge,
tearing, throbbing pole in my ass.  Every time Jack shoved it into me, he
grunted, he was a heavy weight on top of me, resting that massive bulk on
my hips as he thrust into me and me lying on my side, my bones creaked
under the weight.
	Jack made one more thrust and I could tell now he was all the way
inside me. Jack was panting with the effort, and he said, heavily and
muskily, "Damn, kid, you're tight.  No chance of any V.D. in this butt."
	I put up my hand to my mouth, bit down on the knuckle of my index
finger, choked back a sob.  I had this much left to control; I wouldn't let
him hear me whimper.
	"Yeah, nice, tight butt." Jack sighed at me moistly.  A drop of
sweat fell from his nose and onto my cheek, ran down it like a caress.
"Better than that junkie I fucked in prison."
	I swallowed hard and said, "Get it over with."
	"In a moment." Jack said.  "Only a fool rips you apart.  I plan to
fuck this ass a lot, so I'm giving you a chance to get used to it."
	Used to it?  God, this was going to go on?  "God!" I whispered.
	"Just hold still and we'll get you broke in proper." Jack said.
"Getting it in is the hard part, now we wait until this butt of yours and
my cock get acquainted.
	I didn't understand him, but after about five minutes or so, my
bowels kind of gurgled and...relaxed.  All at once, it didn't hurt as much.
	"Yeah, that's it." Jack said.  "Now you're my little pussy boy.
Now I move nice and slow."
	He moved and the pain returned, but it was less.  Every time it
hurt, Jack seemed to feel it too and he would stop, for a few seconds.  A
dozen or so times like that and nothing hurt anywhere anymore.
	"Mmm, that's got you loosened up." Jack crooned as he began to
slowly pump at my ass.  "Now it's going to start feeling good."
	Good?  Was he kidding?  There was nothing good about this, this
was....  "Ooh!"
	His cock had brushed me in one place, a place that had been brushed
before but so subtle it had been lost in the pain.  Now the pain was gone,
there was this.  It was kind of like a little bump inside my butt, and his
cockhead fondling it was like of like him fondling my cock.  Every brush
and it responded with a little sparkle of pleasure.
	"Ooh!" I said a bit later.  And, "Ooh!"
	"Beginning to like it, huh, you little pussy?" Jack said to me.
"Let's get you around on your knees, so I can really fuck you."
	I cooperated if not clambering into position happily.  It wasn't
feeling that good, but I could endure it, and enduring it meant doing what
Jack wanted, `cause if he got what he wanted, he'd finish up sooner.  So I
let him put me up on my knees, my head still down on the pillow, which
stank heavily.  Stank like Jack; thick and musky.
	He was right, when he began to fuck me like that, his cock hit my
"button" more directly and harder, and that made it feel better.  I could
endure this, this feeling like a whore's cackle of pleasure as she is
fucked by her trick.  The joy isn't in the fuck, it's in the money she's
getting and the security of knowing she can eat and stay alive a little
longer.  But it is joy.
	"Get on up." Jack said as he hauled on my chest, and I rose up to
all fours now, knees and hands, and Jack's hands clasped to my wait.
	"That's my boy." He said.  "That's daddy's little boy."
	"You're not my daddy." I protested.
	"I am now, `cause I'm fucking you." Jack grunted.  "That pussy in
prison, I was his daddy, and now I'm yours."
	"Oh."
	"Now say `Fuck me, Daddy.'" Jack said.
	"Uhh?"
	"Say `Fuck me, Daddy.'" Jack said again, and this time it was an
order.
	What else did I have to lose.  "Fuck me, Daddy."
	"Again, and mean it this time." Jack said.  "Beg me to fuck you,
damn it.  I'm paying plenty for this fuck, so make me like it."
	"Fuck me, Daddy.  Come on, fuck me." I said.  It was
listless-sounding, but Jack didn't care.
	"Yeah, right, boy, Daddy's going to fuck your butt, Daddy's going
to fuck you good, you sweet little pussy boy."
	There was pleasure to be had in this, I could see it there, in me
but not part of me.  His cock was hot, it was hard, it was slippery in a
sticky kind of way, but there was pleasure there to be had.  All I had to
do was take it, take it by becoming Jack's little pussy boy.
	I looked over at Momma, and I knew that this was my two choices.
Being here, with Jack fucking my ass, or in foster care.  There's a reason
I'm not telling you about foster care, because right now, with Jack fucking
my butt, it was still not as bad here as it was being a foster and living
on other people's charity, having to be grateful for every crumb they hand
to you.
	There was pleasure to be had, all I had to do was reach out and
take it.  Let me become part of me.  And so...I did.
	Love the cock plunging into me, love the feel as it brushed that
little button inside of me.  Love the feel of Jack (my own daddy?) sending
his hard cock into my butt.
	"Oh, baby, my little baby, your Daddy is loving you." Jack crooned.
	That helped, that one word, helped.  "Yeah, Daddy, fuck me." I said
to him and now my voice held conviction and truth.  "Come on, fuck me with
that big hard dick of yours.  Fuck your little boy's butt, fuck me good!
Oh, yeah!"
	Jack moaned and he leaned over and lay his big, heavy body on top
of mine while his big arms came around and clutched my body tightly.  "Oh,
yeah, baby, love my baby, love my baby boy."
	"Oh, fuck me harder, Daddy, fuck me harder!"  Yes, I wanted it,
that pleasure was there but it wasn't enough, I needed more, more.  Like a
moth immolating itself on a flame, I plunged into this, I became his little
pussy boy, it was easier that way, I could stay here with him this way, I
could live here.
	Jack was now hunching at me harder, his cock dove into me deeper,
that rang my bell better, so I humped back against him as he fucked me,
feeling that thick, hard rod, feeling it own me, feeling it become part of
me, feeling it turning me into his son, the son of Jack, a daddy, my Daddy.
	"Oh, Daddy, fuck me, fuck me!"
	One of Jack's hands came down and grabbed my cock and that was the
first time I realized it had gotten hard, really hard and it dripped with
pre-jizz when he milked it out for me, and when he did, when that
work-roughed hand squeezed it upwards, it was like all the pleasure that
had been denied me in the beginning rose up and splashed over me at once.
I moaned out, loudly, crooning like a wolf, and Jack chuckled in my ear, he
pumped at my cock harder as he fucked me, and I felt my climax claw at me
like an owl's talons sink into the mouse at midnight.  Pleasure rushed from
my back, where Jack rested, flowed over me like a gallon jism had been
poured there and my body shuddered, my brain rumbled and the joy rushed
over me and I howled and I jetted my jism onto the stained sheets and
peppered it with my come.
	My body was writhing and contracting all over, and Jack felt it as
my butt clamped on his dong, he rapped his dong at me, it caught tight in
that constraint and as I sagged into my exhaustion of spent ejaculation,
Jack moaned heavily, wetly, he pumped at my butt like a piston being driven
into me and then he rammed it in tight and held it there while he moaned
into my ear.  "Ooooh, oooh, baaaaabeeeee, ooooh." he said moistly, soggily
and then his cock pulsed as he squirted it into my butt, so far inside I
never felt it beyond those throbs of his dong inside my ass.
	Done, he didn't move, still held onto my body, one hand still
gripping my cock which was now just a limp flap of flesh, but he held onto
it still, as he panted and sweat poured from his body and mine, both of
them flowing over me and mixing to splash in heavy drops on the dirty
bedsheets.
	Mom came in, then, like now she could be concerned about me, and
she said, "Oh, baby, oh, my baby boy, you bastard," (this last was to Jack,
in a rapid change of voice from kind to hard and back again), you son of a
bitch (back to me), oh, my baby, my poor baby, get up baby and let me look
at you."
	Her hands touched me and all I could think about was what Jack had
said, how she was wearing pus-spots on her pussy, and I flinched away from
it and said, "Don't touch me."
	"Oh, baby, don't be that way, baby."
	"Get away from me." I said.  "I'm with my Daddy now.  He'll take
care of me."
	"You heard him." Jack said.  "I didn't damage him none.  A little
blood, maybe, that's all, and he'll heal from that.  Now get out of here
and turn off that damned light so we can sleep."
	Numb-looking, her face a large blank, she backed away and obeyed,
the light went off but then the door slammed and I knew she was outside.
Gone to find some drugs, or a man, or maybe both.  The only light in the
room now poured from the outside street lights, making large white
overlapping squares on the ceiling.
	"You liked it, huh, boy?" Jack said as he pulled out of me.  I felt
it, then, the hot stinging wetness of his jizz, a little poured out when he
pulled his cock from me like a plug, but only a little.  He was right, he
couldn't have hurt me very much, for all that his big dong had felt like it
was ripping me in two before.  I turned and snuggled into him and his arms
went around me.
	"You're a good fuck, you know that, boy?" Jack said to me.
	I smiled at him and I meant it.  "You were great, Daddy." I said to
him.
	"This is going to be all right, then." Jack mused.  He looked into
my face and after a moment or so of silence, he said, "You know, maybe you
are my kid, after all."

				  THE END
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