Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2020 00:22:32 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Happy Jack's Party Shack Chapter 1 HAPPY JACK'S PARTY SHACK By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy. I will admit that some of the characters are based on real people and the places are (mostly) based on real places but the actions and story are fictional. Compliments, comments, complaints to encolpius1@protonmail.com. Please donate to Nifty. This resource is too important to pass away. ONE Jack's truck is really old. It's older even than Jack and that's really old. Of course, other than the body and the dashbaord dials, there's not much that's original. The engine isn't. Jack put a new one in a couple of years ago. I have my learner's permit and Jack is teaching me to drive. It's a manual, three on a tree, so it's not like learrning how to drive Ole Red is going to help me drive anything else, exactly. Like, something made in the last 50 years, maybe? We are heading up the Overseas Highway and I'm driving. He said I could drive all the way to Florida City and then he would take over. He might let me drive on I-95 when we get out of traffic. It's cool now going 40 because I only just got my permit and this is kind of my first time doing this. Not driving. I've driven Ole Red on Driftwood Key or up to the liquor store when Jack was drunk since I was tall enough to reach the pedals. You know the joke about the conch that was asked if he had ever gone anywhere and he said went up to Marathon once? I've been to Miami sometimes and even up to Fort Lauderdale with Jack for business. This time we are going a long ways, all the way out of Florida, up to Savannah and I don't really know why. That means no Fourth of July party at the Party Shack. That'll cost us money and we don't have a ton of money and it will piss off some people who maybe drove all the way from the mainland. And it's kind of stupid too. I've lived with Jack for almost 6 years and he hasn't had much contact with any of his family. He talks to his mother sometimes. Except for Andrew and Elliott. Andrew is his nephew and he is a fuck up. A major league fuck up. In and out of prison. Meth. But he's done some gay porn back in the day -- he's like in his 30's now and he is still hot, I'll say that - and Jack is kind of a sucker for hard luck sories. Witness me. Well, that's not true. Hard luck stories from straight boys or pussy does nothing to him. Boys are another story. Especially boys that can come and stay on Driftwood Key without anybody really caring. Elliott is Andrew's son, a biracial little beauty, 9 years old. They lived with us for a while before Andrew screwed Jack out of money -- which Jack would have given him if he had asked -- and I figure we are going because of Elliott and not so much Andrew. It's a Fourth of July family reunion and I don't know for sure if they know about me. We have time to get there. Jack isn't a conch like me but he runs on island time, at least a little bit. It's a long trip and we are splitting it up. We are stopping in St Augustine. I drive all the way through Key Largo, which is four laned like a real highway, and up to Florida City We switch at a gas station. Then Jack takes over and we go up Dixie Highway to get on I-95. Jack tells me about this bathhouse in Coral Gables, we pass pretty near it apparently, that he has been to. He told me a story about blowing a Cubano twink porn model there. "I'll take you there when you turn 18" "I can go when I'm 16 if I had a fake ID" Jack smiled. I can drink any time I want now anyway and more. There aren't a lot of rules at the Party Shack. "Well, maybe, that would be hot" He thought for a minute. "It's like home, like the Party Shack but bigger and there's a pool and sauna and a jacuzzi and a gym and a maze and stuff, private rooms. And no alcohol" "But fucking?" "Oh, yeah. Fucking" "Sounds fun" He let me drive on the interestate starting at Cocoa Beach all the way to St Augustine and I got the hang of it pretty fast. I was a bit nervous the first time I got in the left hand lane but Jack told me that if I was going to be in the zoom zom lane then I needed to zoom zoom and the old girl could take it. So I had no problem with that but 80 mph is a little scary. Scary but fun. Then he made me get over. Still, it was cool. Just the wind coming in was outrageous because we had the windows down. We stopped to camp at the state park at St Augustine Beach. "Camp rules" Jack reminded me. "I know" I said Camp rules are for when we camp at the Dry Tortugas or at the state park in Key Largo. But we are going to be gone for almost a week there and back and neither one of us have really gone that long on camp rules.. And I know me. Camp rules are important, I know. Nobody can know. At least not the public. I don't want Jack to get in trouble. We can jack off but we have to be quiet. If there is nobody around, if nobody can hear and it's late, if it's perfect, we can 69. But no fucking. And we are just father and son. Regular father and son. He's a red head and I am black haired. He's blue eyed and I'm green. We look nothing alike. I'm adopted. We'll call it that. Nobody really decided it but us and Old Cal. There is daylight left and we change out to go swimming. Jack is tall, over 6 feet, and he's a man. Not fat. Muscular. Broad shouldered. Tattoed. Hairy chest. I don't break 5'8" and I'm not even 140 pounds and I am real self concious about my body becuase I'm just this scrawny, skinny kid. I think I am the most unsexy person in the whole world. Sometimes. And then when older guys are drooling, I think I am on top of the world. Except to Jack. I'm totally sexy to Jack. Every day, all the time. After we went swimming, still daylight, we went to the washhouse and took a shower. Together. So Jack is old. He's in his 50's. But, I don't know, he's sexy. I've sucked on that dick so many times. He's cut. I'm not. He loves playing with my foreskin. I love sucking his dick, sucking other people's dicks. Fucking. Getting fucked. By Jack or with Jack watching. I just love it. And I love that I can do it and my lover thinks that my being super sexual is the best thing in the world. I guess that's why I am devoted to him. I made supper. We have a couple of coolers with snapper, grouper and mahi to take with us but I grilled some hogfish. It takes like no time and then grill some lemons and tomatoes and put some basil on it. It's good. I was horny when we went to sleep. There were some people around but they weren't super close. It was hot as shit too, in the tent, It was way easier and better to be naked anyway. It was dark. There was some wind, which was cool Jack was naked too. He rubbed my face. I smile. About once a week I shave my upper lip. That's it. Jack has a beard. He runs his finger down my chest and belly. He stops at my pubes. I looked at him, trying to communicate my horniess through my eyes. He leans over and kisses me. I love how his beard feels against my smooth face when he kisses me. Reminds me I am kissing a man. It makes me hard. I want him to touch me. Down there. But he doesn't We kiss. Tongue. Lips. My body is pressed against his just a little. I reach down and stroke myself. He reaches down and strokes me. I let him. I put my hands on his hairy chest and pressed toward him, our tongue meeting. It's sloppy and wet and I love it. He is hard too and his is pressed against my body. I reached down annd touched it. Held it. Stroked it. Hard like steel covered in velvet and I know how he likes to be touched. What I want is for him to kiss my torso all way down to my pubes, trimmed as a compromise, and then to take my hard dick in his mouth so he can love it that way. So that he could nibble on the foreskin. Take me down. I want to face fuck him. I want to shoot my load down his throat. I want to gobble up his dick, take it down down deep, lick it with my tongue, suck on the tip. I want to drink his cum. I am so horny. Camping uules. We can't be caught. I know. It's important. But fuck. We lay next to each other on top of our air mattress, both of us naked and hard, what wind there is finding it's way into the tent but it's still hot and stuffy and I can smell his sweart and it;s a turn on. He smells like a man. He takes my dick in his hand and strokes it. He brought some Astroglide and has fished that out so that I can stroke him. "I love your dick" Jack whispers to me. I think it's ordinary. Jack is hung. It's long and thick. Used to, I thought that mine would eventually grow to be like his, a real monster. Because, you know, guys on porn all are hung. And I never really thought about it, when you are little kid doing sex stuff, all men's dicks are big. Then when I was older, if they weren't hung, I just thought that they were weird and odd but out of the ordinary. But the more I saw the more I realized most men aren't hung Even Andrew isn't hung like Jack. Neither are the twins And Old Cal isn't. I've seen a lot of dicks at the Party Shack. So maybe I'm not ordinary. I think the length is normal but I'm pretty thick. And, anyway, Jack loves my dick and I love my dick so fuck you. It's a great dick. He cups my balls and I have big balls. He toys with the foreskin. I love that. But then he really strkes it. I am flailing on his. Hard and rough like he wants. He is gentle and teasing on mine like I want. We've done this before. We know. It's perfect. I have to moan. It feels so good. I am lost in it. As he strokes me and I do him, the sensation is better and better. I purr a bit, just a suble moan. I have to. I have to. Then it gets to be too much. I don;t it want to stop but the lack of control was getting to me. I needed to take over. I needed to be in control of my cock. So I took it from him. And I began to flail on it. Jack was watching me at I did it. He was turned on by it My nuts were tight up against my body. I was s clese. "Oh yeah:" i grunted Then I popped. One big spurts, another, a third, not as much, a fourth trailing off and a firth barely dribbling. I had to laugh. It felt so good. Then I watched as Jack coaxed a load out of his dick. He cums in spurts too. Some guys don't. The next morning, I slipped some shorts on before getting up and out of the tent. We've always followed Jack's rule that if we act natural people will assume that everything is normal. And it is. Just normal for us. I got water going for coffee and we planned out day. Jack was going to play tour guide. He grew up in South Georgia and came here a bunch -- he's a history buff - and he was going to teach me I'm cool with it. Sometimes I get pissed with Jack. Sometimes frustrated. Sometimes he wants to treat me like a little kid and it pisses me off. Sometimes he acts like I am an adult and that pisses me off. But mostly not. Mostly it's cool. Sometimes I'm just a moody little fucker. It's best when he remembers that I am his lover. He mostly does. But we went into town and it wa cool. The old Spanish fort was cool. And St George Street. Went to the Oldest House -- it's the oldest house in tthe oldest city but not the oldest house in the country -- and to Aviles Street, which is the oldest street in the country. Jack made it fun. The Plaza with it's Spanish monument was cool. But I was more interested in the boats at the marina, which was right three at the plaza, just down from the bridge. I went down there, almost like a magnet was pulling me. Jack came too. He has a Master's certificate so it's not like boats aren't a thing for him too. There was a big one that I went to, a 56 footer. "You like that?" "No" I said. "I don't like Beneteau's" "I don't see a Contessa 32" he said. He's making fun of me. It's my dream boat. "None of them here are as good as Apollo" I said. I knew Jack would like that and I did mean it too. Apollo is our boat, well Jack's boat, a Catalina 36' mark II. Apollo is one of the gayest of the gods. He had all kinds of male lovers. We had to go to Savannah still and we headed out but Jack drove. I slept some. As we passed into Georgia, he started to explain about Oglethorpe and the founding of Georgia and the towns and things. It was way more important to him than to me and finally asked me if I was bored. I had to tell him that I was. The thing is that his sister lives way on the other side of Savannah, at the beach on Tybee Island and it's not exactly close to downtown Savannah but Jack made a point of driving around and letting me see some of the squares. It is a very pretty city. I'll say that. It was after supper time -- that's what Jack calls dinner and I've picked it up too. He calls lunch "dinner". It's weird -- when we got there. It was a three story duplex and they lived in one side and and there was another house ahead of where we parked and a camper in between. Pretty soon, there was all kinds of family on us. Lots of people I didn't have even a clue about. I missed most of the names. "This is Thomas. He's my adoptive son" Jack said. I felt a bit overwhelmed but I said hello. His mother was all over me, a brand new grandson for her. I liked her. She was sweet and affectionate but I know that Jack being gay was a problem back in the day. Still she was being nice to me. Then Elliott came outside. He was at the top of the stairs when he saw us and he flew to meet us. "Unca Jack!" he cried as he ran toward us. Andrew was at the top of the stairs., his hair in a man bun and he's grown back his beard. He is a sexy guy. Jack picked up Elliot like it was nothing and swung him around as the kid squeeled. As soon as he put him down, Elliott was hugging me. I didn't swing him around. Jack is stronger than me. They insisted that we come in and eat some barbecue pork and it was really prety good Spicy but good. A beer would have been cool but I'm only 15 and we have to play that kind of thing cool. I quickly figured out I was in the tweener group. There were kids younger, all around Elliot's age except for one cousin that was like 6. He was a character though, totally funny. Two of them were really cute: Elliott's cousin Jace, a red head with fair skin and emerald green eyes, and his friend, Mason, who is sandy blonde with bright blue eyes. Those two would turn Jack on. With Elliot, there were 4 boys and one girl. Then there were a bunch of older people. The youngest of them was Jack's great nephew Alex. He was like a younger version of Jack. Tall, lean and rangy but muscular, red headed. Hr had a friend with him too. Then a bunch of other people and I got lost navigating it. They asked me a lot of questions and I told them out standard lies. Jack's brother in law was talking him about staying there with them, saying that they could re-arrange things. Jack's plan had been for us to stay at the campground not far from their house. "Ah, it's all right. We are used to roughing it. And there's a pool too" Jack said. I knew that we wouldn't be staying with them. That's a big risk. And I definitely don't mind camping Except for camping rules. That part sucks. The campground was good. Near the beach, well the beach that's on the Savannah River part of the coast and it's not the clear blue water of home but it is sandy and not rocky, It's not real primitive - not like Fort Jefferson - and they have a pool, which is cool, and a bathhouse and everything. I put on my bathing suit and got into the pool. Mostly at home I swim naked I can't here. But my bathing suit isn't the droopy board shorts that little straight boys have. It's a cute tight little thing that shows off my assets, a blue white sailor suit kind of swimsuit. "We may have to get you another swim suit" Jack said, staring at my crotch 'Why? They know you're gay" He looked at me cross ways and laughed. "I've got another one, Jack, but I'm thinking that Alex and Wyant might like to see me in this one. They got a boyfriend vibe going on" "Too bad for him. He's been pushed off from one to another his whole life, I think. He's a conch too, by the way. He was born in Key West. His mother was living with me" I let that go. There's more to being a conch than just being born in the Keys. "I think he's sexy. Like a younger version of you, just not as hairy" "And Wyatt?" I shrugged. "He's okay. But in 5 years he'll be fat. Jack, a couple of those boys are pretty cute. Jace and Mason. You need to be careful. And about Elliott ..." Jack looked at me hard. "I promise it's looking only. Unless I get an opening. Then I'm not guaranteeing anything. Elliott is queer" I trusted him to just look. I did. Unless the boy initiated it. But I also understood that we were here primarily to get Elliott back. That's the whole purpose. And I get that. Andrew is a fuck up and Jack would take care of him better, in the Jack way of better, and Elliott would prefer Jack over Andrew anyway. Jack is right. Elliott is queer. He's 9 but he's queer. And he is like I was, sex was just fun and why not? Of course, that's still the way I look at it.