Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2020 11:44:55 +0000
From: encolpius1@protonmail.com
Subject: Happy Jack's Party Shack 3

			 HAPPY JACK'S PARTY SHACK
				    By
				 Encolpius


DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy.  I will admit that the characters are based
on real people and the places are (mostly) based on real places but the
actions and stroy are fictional.

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					THREE

	One more day and one more night at Jack's family reunion.  Elliott
stirring around woke us and we tickled him and let him roll around on us,
naked.  He's light and it's no burden having a naked 9 year old on you, his
ltttle weenie hard as he happily plays with it and with ours.  We have to
be careful, of course, and even Elliott understands that.  I think the
whole reason we came was so that Jack can talk Elliott's father Andrew isto
bringing him back to us on Driftwood Key.  He'll even put up with Andrew's
bullshit -- and it's lot and some of it is that he can't leave the pussy
alone -- just so that Elliott will be with us.

	So, here I am, Jack's adopted son.  I am Jack's lover.  Oher people
may think it's weird that a 15 year old would be lovers with a guy in his
50's but it isn't.  Yeah, Jack was the first person to ever really be
decent to me but that isn't the reason.  It's part of it but not
totally. He's sexy.  He's muscular and he's hairy and he is masculine but
he is totally queer.  100% queer.  Queer to the bone.  Just like me.  I
love the hardness of his body.  I love that he knows what he is doing in
bed and has the confidence to go for it, to demand the satisfaction he
wants and insist that I do the same. I like the feel of his beard as he
kisses me.  I like how he exposes me to new things -- new books and even
movies and places and ideas -- and never makes me feel small or stupid.
It's more like he is excited to be sharing.  And we have a lot in commnn.
Boats are one of them.  I have salt water in my veins.

	We go to Fort Pulaski so that he can show me around.  It's fairly
cool.  I've been to Fort Jefferson in the Dry Tortugas lots of times and it
is the same except cannon beat it all to hell.  He wanted to take me into
Savannah so we could look around but we figured out the summer traffic onto
Tybee was brutal and it wasn't really a good idea.  We'd spend all day in
traffic in his old truck.

	I went to the beach, the main beach, not the North Beach the others
went to, with Alex and Wyatt.  Alex is Jack's great nephew, his sister's
grandson, and all three of us are gay.  We did some boy watching and I
brought enough herb for a quick bowl.  Alex is cute, a young jack.  Lean
and rangy, nice abs, red headed, just not as hairy but he probably will be
one day.  He's not quite 18 yet.  I pick up his life is shit.  He's living
with his grandparents now because his mother and step dad moved just before
the beginning of his senior year and he has kind of bounced around for the
last year.  So right now it's his grandparents and Andrew is there and they
are not getting along.  I can sympathize.  Andrew is an asshole.  The only
thing he ever did right was fuck some chick and make a beautiful biracial
boy.  Oh and some of the porn he did was pretty hot.  He's got a good
body. Nice dick.

	We went back for the low country boil.  Shrimp, sausage, corn,
potatoes. all boiled together, dumped on a table and everybody digs in.
The adults are drinking beer and I am playing the good little teenager
here.  We ate and it turned to night and everubody stayed around drinking
mostly.  The little kids had been out in the lagoon at low tide but as it
got dark, they got hustled off to bed.  On the back patio by the lagoon,
they were playing beer pong.  A bunch of the others gathered at the back
patio at the main house.  Me and Jack, Alex and Wyatt, Andrew, Alex's
sister, Josh.  A pipe was passed.  Without thinking much, I took a toke.

	"Whoa, Junior" Josh said "Big daddy is around"

	I look over at Jack.  "He doesn't care"

	"There's nothing wrong with weed" Jack said.  "I'd be a hypocrite
if I acted like there was as much as I've brought in"

	"Back in the day, huh?"  Josh said

	Jack pulled on a pipe.  "There was a time when KW was a non-stop
party.  Bring the drugs in, get your money, blow it in town, wake up with
three people in your bed.  Those were good days. Hang out at Big Ruby's or,
shit, anywhere really.  Numbers by the Ocean.  Danced there nude back in
the day.  Back when I was young and handsome and hot"

	"No pussy though" Jsh said

	"No, no pussy"

	"Still a party" Andrew said "And there's plenty of pussy if you
want it"

	I didn't say anything.  Jack is still in the drug business.  Since
he got out of the Coast Guard, he's been on the wrong side of the law.  He
remembers the party days of the Conch Republic and the early days of
Fantasy Fest.  I know he thinks our life on Driftwood Key is an old man's
pale imitation of his youth, but Andew is right.  Life is a party with
Jack.  Fucking and getting fucked up, making a little money here and there,
staying just ahead of disaster. That's Jack's life and mine too.  I'm a
conch.

	After midnight, Alex and Wyatt were playing beer pong despite being
under age and I was on a third drink in a cup, a rum drink, and I was
getting pretty fucked up but I was staying away from any disapproving
adult.  I kind of hated to leave the party but Jack decided we would walk
back to the camp grounds.  Both of us were too fucked up to do anything
like drive.  In the morning, we had to walk back to get the truck and
apparently there had been all kinds of shit that went down overnight.  They
got caught doing the deed - Wyatt fucking Alex -- in the loft and it was a
world of hurt.  His mother - Jack's neice - was pissed at him and his
grandparents that he lived with were pissed and there was just general
drama.

	"We need to get out of this shit" Jack said.  He has a good sense
for danger.

	He did tell Alex that if he needed at place to stay to head down.
There was some going on about the Bible -- and I know how much Jack hates
the Bible thumpers - and how it was rude and disrespectfulit was to do that
filthy act under his aunt's roof.  It kind of went on for a little while.

	"When do you turn 18?"  Jack asked him

	"In 3 weeks" Alex answered

	"Call me when you do" Jack said.  "You got Thomas's number"

	I nodded.  We had made the exchange but it might not help.  I'll
probably have to call him.  Coverage is spotty on Driftwood Key.

	There was a bit more drama before we left.  His mother saying that
Jack shouldn't take it personally becase it wasn't directed at him.  A
couple of others that wanted Jack to know that being gay wasn't a problem
but there were kids around.  Jack reminded them that the kids were asleep
but then said it didn't matter.  He made sure Alex knew that once he turned
18 he could go and do whatever he wanted, whereever and that we had a place
for him.  I thought to myself what it would have been if Alex hadn't been
cute.  But it didn't matter.  He was and Jack made the offer.  In the
truck, I texted him that it was serious.  We meant it.  We wanted him to
come.

	When we got on I-95 south, Jack told me that we needed to stop and
make some money.  I figured that meant Anthony.  I asked him about Elliott
and he didn't know.  He figured that Andrew was well on his way to fucking
up his current situation and might head out, either leaving Elliott behind
with the Christians or bringhing him to us.  I hoped it would be us.  I was
also worried about Alex too.  He's cute and he doesn't deserve shit just
for being gay.  Plus, he seemed fun.

	Anthony was glad to see us.  I'm guessing Jack had it set up all
ready.  He was rich, his condo overlooking one of the rivers in Fort
Lauderdale.  He had a 3 bedroom condo with a patio and he made us drinks.

	"No fucky wucky, Jack.  Got to save it up.  I'll take you over
tomorrow and you can shoot a scene.  You can abuse the shit out of a fem
boy" Anthony said.  He ran a couple of gay sites but a BDSM site was one of
them.  Jack had that leather look and he is into leather but he's not
sterroetypical.  I guess he enjoyed doing it for mor than the money
though. "And then we can take care of a beautful yonng Thomas.  I've a got
a dream boat of a boy.  Or maybe wait until Jack is done and let him watch
too"

	Jack was in his assless chaps, just his assless chaps, dick and ass
handing out, and a leather harness.  He looked hot as hell. That big tool
hung there like an anaconda, threatening the kid.  He was fem too. He made
a few noises about my being there but not much.  I'm underage and I look
it. Everything works but I haven't filled out and I don't shave yet and I
wish I was older and legal but I'm not and 15 sucks.  But I thought the kid
was kind of hot, hair dyed red, black nail polish.  It was Jack and two
other guys, a white bear looking guy with a shaved head and salt and pepper
goatee, and a black guy with big black cock.

	They tied the kid up and they spit on him.  Clothes pins on his
nipples, on the skin folds of his balls. They verbally abused him.  Dripped
hot wax on him.  They took him down and put the kid in chains and feed him
their hard cocks in his mouth, ramming it deep as he choked and gagged.
Then they strapped him to a sling and took turns fucking his ass raw,
spanking him, spit roasting him.  Jack went at it with this fevered
intensity.  He was loving it and I was hard as a rock. Totally turned on.
Finally they gave him their loads, creampie.  Anthony got in and filmed as
he pushed out their cum from his ass.  That's a cool shot.

	My shit is illegal.  Jack got real money but I get peanuts.  Maybe
a 100 bucks.  I had a bit of time to get baked and hang out at the pool
waiting for Anthony to cme back with my kid.  I'm totally tanned since I
don't usually wear a lot of clothes.  I don't even have a tan line.
Finally, Antthony got back and the kid was this Puerto Rican beauty, black
haired, olive skin, big brown eyes.  He barely tops 5 foot.  He's skinny,
all skin and bones.  He's maybe 11 or 12.  Jack is there too.  I know he is
salivating.  He wants a piece of that.

	"This is Rafe.  Rafe this is Thomas"

	"Hey" he said. He had a boy's voice, no Adam's apple.

	"You ever do anything with a guy?"  I asked him.

	"No" he says, nervous

	"It'll be good, It'll be fun.  You'll like it" I saud

	I don't know where Anthony found him.  But he's a virgin for sure.
I was hard just with that thought.  Without making a big deal about it,
Amthony had his camera going, filming us.  I start pulling his T shirt off
and he takes over.  His pits are hairless, his arms thin.  He is lean,
bony.  A boy.  I pull off my shirt.  I have hairy puts.  Veins on my arms.
I am skinny too.  I tug at this belt.  He has on pants too big for him, too
being by a lot and belt too big too but barely keeping it together.  He
undoes it and his pants fall to the floor.  Rafe is standing there in his
boxers, a little boy with big underwear.  It takes a special kind of man to
be turned on by that sight but Jack is, I know, and I am too. I pull off my
swim suit and liberate my stiffening cock.It flops as I pull it off.

	Raffe's eyes get big.  That is bigher than he imagined.

	I reach over and pull down his boxers.  That's the sight we wanted
to see. His balls have dropped.  They were big, full.  His dick wasn't a
little boys dick but it wasn't a man's either. It was about as long as my
pointer finger and a litle thicker around too.  He had sprigs of black hair
on either side of his dick And his dick was hard. It doesn't mean he's a
fag, necesarily.  Anything having to do with sex can turn you on at that
age. I look over and Jack is tugging at his crotch.  He is hot and
bothered.

	"Want me to suck it?"  I ask him

	He nods yes.  He is definttely anxious

	I get down and put it in my mouth.  It's like sucking on a finger.
It's nothing. Not like the piece of meat Jack has.  But I work it over with
my lips and my tongue.  Back and forth on it.

	"Uhh" a little groan escapes from him. "Mmmmm"

	Yeah, it fucking feels good.  I wonder if he can shoot.  I almost
hope not.  Bringing a boy off to a dry orgasm is cool.  But drinking the
cum of a first BJ is cool too now that I think about it.  I work on it,
tugging at his balls and rubbing his taint.  He moans again.  He feels it.
He starts to face fuck me, instinct kicking in. I let him His breathing
gets ragged.  That's when I stop.

	I get up on the bed.  "Come on, lick my dick"

	He took me literallly, liciking up the cum vein with his tongue
like it was an ice cream cone.  I have to tell him to put it into his mouth
and suck.  Then I have to tell his to watch his teeth. He tries but he
can't get much of it in.  He does better stroking it wtih his hand and
bobbng up and down on it.  Anthony is filming, making sure he can get the
boy's hairless ass in frame with my long angry dick too.  I am hot for it.
I see Jack rubbig it out.  He's hot too. The boy has him turned on.

	I turn the kid around and eat his ass, jerking on his small cock as
my tongue finds his hole.  He is confused at first, grossed out maybe but
then the sensation hits and he learns that his butt hole is sensitive and
it feels good. Not like a dick but I am manually providing stimulation. for
that and he is appreciating it.  I slap a finger in as Anthony films his
violation.  Rafe gasps but he doesn't pull away. I finger his small button
and massage it.  He shivers.

	"Turn around and face fuck me" I tell him

	He squats on my chest, his kness up in my sweaty pits, draped over
me, feeding me his pride.  He fucks me with the instict a boy has, driving
his cock, small but perfect, into my waiting and willing mouth. He grunts.
He maons a bit.  He is feeling it.  He facce fucks me harder and faster as
the sensation builds.  He wants so bad to devour me, to dominate me.  He
feels the need, the masculine desire, even though I am older and heavier
and more devekoped.  I let him.  He is so hot and horny.

	Then I push him back.  "Crank it out" I tell him

	He is despearate.  He flails at it with a fury.  He needs that
release.  It is crucial. Nothing else matters.

	It's a load.  Not much.  Just a dribble.  Clear and thin.  But a
first cum or nearly firtst. I swupe it up with my finger and taste it.  A
barest bit salty but nothing else.  Like water. He pants, like after a hard
run.

	I put him face down.  I am hot too.  I grease up my dick and spread
silicone lube all on his ass checkes.  I am not going to fuck him.  He is a
ass virgin and I am too hot and Jack's rule is right: A boy should alwaays
leave sex, satisfied and happy.  Longing for more.  I slide my dick between
his ass cheeks.  Frottage.  Like titty fucking but with his firm, boyish
ass.  I am holding myself up like a military press so that Anthony can film
my hard cock sliding back and too.  I tell him so he can zoom it and
capture my dick expelling it's juice.

	But neither the boy nor I am finished. Jack and Anthony have needs
too.  Rafe struggles to suck Jack and I blow Anthony without problem.  Jack
pulls out to cum but the boy has his tongue out to get it.  Jack craknks it
out and the load lands on his tongue.  Anthony does the same.

	It's not a lot of money I don't guess but it's cash and it will go
in my shoe box under the bed.  Jack got enough so we won't have to worry
for a while. Not that we worry much. And it was fun.  And people always
need to party.  And we fucking party.