Date: Mon, 02 Nov 2020 00:15:19 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Happy Jack's Party Shack 12 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. TWELVE The storm spun up in the Cape Verde Islands and powered westward across the central Atlantic. The eye stayed off shore along the northern coast of Cuba, never losing strength after battering the Leeward Island. Jack said we needed to do something wtih the boats. When I was young we had just taken Apollo out to sea and hung on grimly in a force 3 gale, hull down. But there are two many of us now. By the time it was clear we needed to do something, we were running out of options. Jack decided the further east it came in across the Keys, the better. So he decided that we would take Apollo, his 36 footer, and Antonius, my 22 footer, to the Dry Tortugas, towing the 22 foot Catalina, and anchor them there off Bird Key. "Maybe we get lucky and it's 100 or 110 natucal miles from the eye and it's just outer bands" he said. But we had to go if we were going to get there and back. I ran the diesel in Antonius the whole way, the genoa to help. Jack did the same in Apollo but he was leeward of me for some reason. Then he tacked and headed out to open water and at first it made no sense to me what he was doing but then I understand and followed in his wake. He had found the wind and we easily made up what we lost in miles with time. It was crucial that we both set as good an anchor as possible and I did bow and stern Then we took the Catalina back and that diesel outboard wasn't for shit. I was frustrated but Jack was coazing every knot he could out of her. We only had to hope that they were doing what they needed to on Driftwood Key. Old Cal wasn't a conch. He came from California or something but he was an old hand. Lefty, Panho and Dylan had some experience but Jack was worried that they would let their experience make them overconfident and fuck up the preparations. We wouldn't have much time to fix any fuck ups. The sky had that fast flowing purple jet look that tropical weather has, windy at ground level but the clouds streaming past much faster than the wind at ground level. Before any rain had fallen, the air had that leaden wet look. We manhandled the Catalina out of the water and onto her trailer and got that under shelter. The catamarn was on shore and secured as best we could. It was the least important boat. The house was boarded up well but Jack dsicovered that they hadn't protected the cisterns. Pancho had thought the rain was what we wanted but Jack shook his head. We were going to get a lot more seawater in strorm surge than we would get rain. We worked to get those covered. Seawater there would ruin us. We moved everything into the Party Shack. It was cement and built to survive. Once we were in, we were practically sealed in. The rain was all ready lashing us, The generator was running but we kept the power down as much as we could. We only had one door out that was open and it was the one on the side toward the bat tower, the one furtherest from any water. We had sand bags down at the bottom edge of the door but it opened out so we could still go outside. The rain came in waves, torrents. Heavy and hard, beating against the shack, backed by wind and then leveling off. It was getting toward dark but the dark sky with streaming clouds told the tell. There is something weird about the effect of a dropping barometric pressure. It might be because I sail that I am more attuned to it but you can just feel when the barometer is dropping. He had everybody tucked in and enough to last for days, even if it wasn't that good, and plenty of water. There were 14 of us. We ate and drank some wine. We brought everything that we didn't want to lose and everything perishable and useful. the perishable went first. We cooked at home and ate at the Party Shack, all tucked in. The little kids had some wine diluted with water. We had liqour and wine and some beer and plenty of pot and Old Cal brought a bunch of pills (and a bunch of equipement for safekeeping). "The waiting is the worst part" Brian said. "No it's not" Jack said Brian lived in Florida and had lived through storms but he lived inland. There is a difference on an island. But he was right, the waiting is bad. Slowly over time the weather gets worse and worse but it's slow enough that you don't notice it until it's gotten really bad. Jack and I went outside, Jack to check on the generator and me just to see. Alex came out and Pancho and Lefty and Dylan. The younger kids kind of crowded around the doorway but Dylan was brave enough to step over the sand bags. The wind was blowing, maybe 25-30 knots. from the east to the west. Well, Northeast by north to southwest by south. We were at an angle to the eye of the storm. This is the part of a storm I like. The kind I can imagine being on a boat, running downwind. Wishing I were. Later, when it's worse, I can imagine being hull down and hoping that I live. Alex gets behind me and pulls me into an embrace. "It gets worse than this?" he asks "Yeah" I say We play "fuck with Jack" when we all settle down. Alex started. "When was the first time you ever fucked a little boy?" "I was 12 and he was my cousin. He was like 6 or 7" "Do I know him?" Alex asked. "Russell" "Wow" then I remeembered it would be Alex's more distant cousin "He's a really right wing preacher now" "He got hard" Jack said. Jack and Old Cal reminisced about a boy rhey had shared when they had first met when Jack was a Coast Gaurdsman. And then Jack mentioned Davey and Old Cal cut his eyes toward me. I looked at Jack. He smiled. "Sweet Davey" Old Cal said. "Most prepubescent boys enjoy sex but they don't need it. Davey did. He was the most sexual person I ever met from a young age until Thomas. A chip off the old block. The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree. That sort of thing. I could fuck him hard, Thomas, while he was fucking my wife, blow a load in him and then he would shoot in her. And then, the next thing I know, he'd be fucking Jack. Amazing" "I don't know why you hold that over Thomas's head" Alex said "I don't" Old Cal said. "I truly admire Thomas" "No, old man, you are in love with him" Alex said Old Cal shrugged. "Are you unhappy, Thomas" "No" I said. "I'm a lucky little fag" And that was true. If anything I think it's kind of hot knowing that the baby maker that was pounding my mom was taking it in the ass. It's perfect. I am like him. I've never met him but I am like him For me dirty is good. Nasty is good. The more the better. The little kids conspired among themselves. They weren't going to be bored for hours on end. They needed action. The wind was blowing hard. Not constant, not yet, but in heavy gusts. The sky, I knew, was purple and angry and trees were nearly bent over. Rain would hit the side of the Party Shack like a shotgun blast. But the kids were restless and bored and they had the run of the place. They ran around naked, laughing and playing. We had the lights off, mostly, even though the generator was working. The AC was going and that was good. As the wind picked up and became more constant, we made a meal - a fish stew - and ate. Everybody had been drinking some and we were a little bit buzzed. "We are going to play a game" Dylan announced. "A sex game" "Okay" Pancho said. "what are the rules" "You have to do what we say" Dylan said, smiling. "Only what we say" We were agreeable. They went off among themselves and huddled up, discussing what they wanted us to do. Bryce was fairly jumping up and down, excited about something. Then, in a second, Elliot, Jace and Mason werre jumping up and down too, in agreement. Then they came back and Dylan, the oldest and the leader, announced that we had to suck each one of them, everyone of us had to suck every one of them. I was like 4th in line but then I got started on Dylan. He's more young man than young boy. He's got the funky odor of a man down there, hair and big balls and a nice sized cock. The rest of his body might be a boy but his dick isn't. He was hard all ready and I wasted no time taking him dwwn. He told me to suck it and I did. Balls deep. All the way. I bobbed on it, using my tongue, loving on the head of it. I went for his big lucious balls, sucking on one and then the other as I stroked his hard dick. "Change!" Dylan called out Alex took my place blowing Dylan and I moved over to Skylar. He is just about to hit a growth spurt and become all lanky and awkward but right now he purest boy, the last floweing of boyhood. But he's started puberty. His balls have gotten bigger and he has sprouted two little fine hairs on eeither side of his dick. He is proud of them. He's not a little boy anymore. His dick isn't much bigger, though. A little longer but not much more around. But it is hard and sticking up and I know his dad loves sucking on it, which I think is hot. "Suck it" Skylar says, sticking it toward me He's queer all the way. Like me, growing up here is no burden for him. I put it in my mouth. I work it with my tongue I suck hard on it. He sighs and leans back. He's not old enough to pop but a drygasm is powerful too, maybe even more powerful. His balls are bigger and the skin is reddened and crrinky more like a man's than a boys and I suck on his balls. He strokes himself as I do. :"Change" I move down the line. Skylar to Elliott. Beautiful, biracial Elliott. His kin like chocolate milk, hairless, lean and active. He giggles and points his hard dick toward me. I suck it. His balls are small, his dick small. But it is alive with feeling and I blow him "Change" Bryce, cute as a button. A smattering of freckles. Perfectly hairless. He and Elliott have become besties. They kiss as I blow him. I like that they are little lovers. I also like that the men have worked out their jealouies with so many boys around. "Change" Jace redheaded and his dickhead is cherry red. It's hard as steel as I take it in between my lips "Change" Finally Mason, his lover. A beautiful boy. The boys confer anong themselves. The wind is a constant roar now. All coming out of the sourthwast. You can't hear the rain for the loud dne of it all. We are in the meat of the hurricane. Our one light blinks and the AC hiccups but kicks back over. We all have a start. It would be oppressive in here without AC. "Okay, we've decided. Thomas is the winner. He sucked us the best" Dylan announced. I felt proud of myself. I like dick - fuck I love dick - all dick but I love boy dick. "He can decide what he wants us to do" I didn't hesitate. "I want to fuck Elliott" He is my special boy. My beautiful boy. I love him. I lust after him. I want him. I kiss him. I long to kiss him. He gives me tongue. He is happy I chose him. He feels special and he is special. I suck on him a bit but, more than that, I play with his ass. I eat his ass, getting my tongue up in his hole as he giggles. I fnger his hole. He is on his back, his small cock stiff, his balls are the same color as the rest of him, not darker and not as wrinkled as an adult or a teen. But like a real set of balls, the left is lower than the right. Fuck, they are real balls even if they don't make sperm. I play with his dick as I finger his ass. "Fuck him Thomas" I hear Elliot's best friend Bryce say in his high pitched boy's voice. I look over and he is standing, naked and hard in front of his dad, who is also naked and hard. I think he is beautiful too. Hairless and perfect. "Can you do me a favor? It would be really hot if Ell sucked you while I fuck him. Can you do that?" Bryce smiled and nodded. Ell nodded too. Thye played with each all the time. He came over and got in front of Elliott, now on his hands and knees and ready to get it doggy. Brian stroked his hard dick, watching his son. He turned and looked at Jack. "You know, I used to worry that I was doing things to them that they didn't want. I had no idea how sexual they really were" he saaid Jack smiled. "Boys can be gloriuously, unashamedly, guiltlessly sexual. The right boy and the right man, it's the greatest thing in the world." I smiled. I had been the right boy and Jack had been the right man. And now Elliott was too. The right boy. The wind was howling and you could hear the sea crashing. As the tumult reached a pitch, I pushed my hard dick into his tight hole. And fuck he was tight. I had to go slow. I knew I wasn't going to fuck him long and I knew I wouldn't cum but it felt great. So fucking tight. He took it. He beared up to it. He sucked off his bestie as I moved gentrly back and to into his ass. I held his body and I fucked him gently. Tenderly. I could rail on his ass. I could fuck him so hard but I don't. I see Jack, leisurely beating off watching and I know the wisdon that he has. Treat a boy like the prince they are. When I pull out of Elliott's ass, the whole world went silent. It went from a roar to nothing. Silence. "The eye" Jack said. We went outside to survey the damage so far. It was a crystal clear night. You could see all the stars in the heavens above. The world was perfectly still. There were palm trees down and branches everywhere. Pancho and Lefty ran to their place and to check out Old Cal's. The house was holding up well. The trailer that Billy and Mason and Jace lived in was wrecked, beyond hope. I worried about the bat tower down at the end of the key and I told Jack I was going to check on it. "Don't" he said. "When the other side hits, it won't be a slow buildup. It'll be full force. You don't want to be outside" Pancho and Lefty came sprinting back and reported that all was well and we buttoned down again, waiting for the back half. We dished out some more rum and some herb and enjoyed outselves, watiing. When the din happened, it was like a freight train coming down on us. "So what do the boys want next?" Jack said. "It's a game called every boy deserves a man" Dylan said. "So every boy gets a man and he has to get the boy off as many times as the boy wants" There were 8 grown and only 6 boys. Dylan disappointed Pancho and Lefty by pickig Billy, Mason and Jace's lover. Skylar took Pancho though. Elliot picked Jack and Bryce his dad. That left 2 boys and 4 of us. Mason and Jace did rock, paper and scissors two out of three times and Jace took me and Alex and Mason took Lefty. Old Cal begged off and jacked, watching instead. I was cool with Jace. Red headed, frecked. He was a sexy boy and totally cool kid. I was happy to get him off. He loked playing with our dicks, my uncut one, Alex's cut one. He stroked us and kissed the tip and played with my foreskin, staying hard the whole time. He spent a lot of time playing with my foreskin. "Don't make me cum yet, bubba" I said "You will if I say so" he said "It might be the only load I have tonight:" "Liar" he said. He decided to prove me wrong. He started stroking me, keeping the head of my dick in his mouth as he tongued it, stroking wiht a free hand. As I began to breath heavily, he came off my dick and I desperatelly wanted him back on. I begged to suck me as he stroked it hard and he did, at least a bit. But then not. He stroked and he stroked as I wimpered. I began to writhe a bit. It felt too good. Then suddenly, as the pressure built, I popped a nut. Jace grinned. "That is so cool. I can't wait until I do that" He made Alex jack himself as he watched. He had big eyes and a big smile as he watched Alex pleaure himself. As Alex came, he moved to make sure all the pearly white cum hit hsi body. But he was still hard and he demanded attention. Alex kissed him, open mouthed and tongue as I worked on his miniature cock,so perfect. I worked it with my tongue, with my lips. I want to get him off, give him that most delicious, most beautiful, most intense and plessurable of all things, a boygasm, a drygasm. His lean, ivory body shivers when it happens. tense and then like a seizure almost then perfect relaxation. Outside, the wind was like a freight train, like an atom bomb going off. The building groaned from the pressure of the wind 110, 120, 130 mph. Inside we were naked and hard. Water started coming in. Before the wind was mostly from the southeast and we were well away from the cove on that side but the wind had shifted from the northwest and then southwest and the water off the bay was stacking up. If we were getting water, it didn't bode well for Old Cal and the biker guys and Dylan. The storm surge may have taken them out. We went and moved sand bags to that door and hoped for the best. Jace and Mason were ditting bare assed naked on the bar, still with small erections, sticking up Mason announced that they were still the boss of us. "Okay, what do you want us to do?" "We want to have orgasms all night" Mason said. "Can I ask you a question? Who is your best sex partner? The one that does you best?" I ask "Jace" Mason answered "But I want to watch you get him off" I smiled. That was cool. We arranged it on the couch so that Alex was laying down and Jace was over him, face fucking him while I played with his ass. With a tongue, with a finger. I finger fucked him as he face fucked Alex. Lefty blew Mason as he watched his little lover get pleasured. We got him off again and didn't stop and he didn't need us too. After a third time, I had an idea. I gathered up Elliot and Bryce, Mason and Jace. The young boys. I took them to Old Cal. "They're beautiful right?" I asked him :"They are" he said I had them fight over the old man's dick. They lcked and stroked it, the four of them massed around him. I could see the ecstatic pain on his face, the pleasure look. He was close. It wasn't going to take long for them to get him off. He came in buckets when he came.