Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2020 14:28:52 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Happy Jack's Party Shack 4 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. Compliments, comments, complaints to encolpius1@protonmail.com. Feedback is great! Please donate to Nifty. This resource is too important to pass away. FOUR We live on Driftwood Key. It's nearer to Key West than Marathon but you'd miss it if you were driving down the Overseas Highway. Definitely not our side. There is a little retail space -- a convenience store. a locksmith, a liqour store and a restaurant. On the left hand side there are lots of houses but there is just a dirt road on the right that leads down to where we are. It used to be a town, an actual town, back in the 1920's and 1930's but there's not much left. Me and Jack live in a house next to the boat ramp. It's kind of ramshackle and wooden but it's sturdy. It's survived a ton of hurricanes after all. Me and Jack and whoever else. Pancho and Lefty live in the trailer back hehnd out house. That's not their real names. They are biker type guys, tattooed to hell and big and tough, and they are on the run. And Dylan. He's 12. They came a couple of years ago and stayed. Dylan is not their son. I could tell you the story but I won't. He's not their son. But he's my friend and Pancho and Lefty love him and Dylan loves them and it's nobody's business. And then there's Old Cal. I think he might actually own everything but I don't know. You'll just have to figure out about Old Cal. We have a 36 foot sailboat named Apollo. It's Jack's prize. He loves that boat. And a Catalina 22 on a trailer, a catamaran and a 22 foot Alberg named Antonius. That's my boat. Jack gave it to me for my 13th birthday. It was the best present anybody ever got. It's a beautiful boat, perfect in every way. And Antonius was the lover the Emperor Hadrian who died young and was made a God. Amd Happy Jack's Party Shack. It's made out of cement blocks. one story, basiclly two rooms. The bar and the pool table is one room. In the small hall are bathrooms on either side, one for men that has a trough urinal and one for women that has two seats. There are no women on this part of Driftwood Key. Then there is the back toom. It is dark. We have an actual liqour license. The inspector comes out every 6 months and picks up his bribe and we're good. We have a business license. It's kind of legal. Kind of. The cops stay away. Except when they need money. We are open Friday nights, Saturday nights and holidays. Sometimes Sunday afternoons. This was a Saturday. I was taking up money out front. Me and Lefty. I was naked. It was hot in mid July. I didn't think anything about it. I'm naked a lot. Lefty had on shorts. It's a $25 cover and we had about 20 guys inside and about 10 waiting. We open at 9, close at 4. I know a lot of them. They're regulars. And then came these two muscle clone guys. Their shorts were snug against their powerful thighs, perfectly tanned. They both had on tight compression shirts to show off their bodies. Both had short salt and pepper hair. One had a beard, the other scruff and an earring. Beard, earring. "This place is pretty uninhibited. Never had a naked door guy" Beard said "Or a jailbait door guy" Earring said I shrug. "You're tourists, right? Cover is 25 a piece" "That the tourist price?" "That's the getting in price" I said "Steep" Earring siad "It's what you'd pay for a day pass at Island House unless they went up." "They have a pool and it was $5 for Midnight Cock Shock at Saloon One last night" Earring said "Cock Shock is tame compared to here" Lefty said "Their door guy had clohes on. Pay him. It's vacation" Beard said. Earring handed over the money. "You have good word of mouth" "So, here's the way it works. There are no rules other than you don't drive drunk. We'll put you up at the house and you can sleep it off" Lefty told them . "Other than that, none. Drinks are $5 a piece or $25 all night, nothing fancy. The bartender has been high pretty much all day. Drugs are cool. You need some, we sell that too. PNP is cool. Fucking is cool. We are not the consent police. A guy won't take no for an answer, beat the shit out of him. You don't take no for an answer, you'll get your ass beat. We don't check ID's. There are definitely high school boys in there. Maybe middle school. Their money is good and their dicks are hard and we don't give a shit. Oh and if you OD, you're shit out of luck. We're not calling an ambulance. Nobody will ever find yourr body." "When are you coming in, sweetness?" Beard asks as he takes the key from Lefty. I grab my cock and stroke it. I was semi hard anyway. I point it toward him, my hand at the base. He reaches over and strokes it. "Now, I guess" Inside smelled like sweat, stale beer, a faint odor of piss, and semen. It smelled like a place where men are nasty. It is dank and dark, the lights aren't really adequate. Right now there is still some light in through the windows but soon there won't be, There is no attempt to hide anything going on here. The air conditioners are churning away but it's not exactly cool inside. We don't take credit cards. I tell them basicaly that if you give the bartender $25 up front, you basically drink all night. I take them to meet Carlos, whose bartending tonight. He is a Cuban boy, brown skinned and fine with pink hair. He's wrapped up in a thin sarong, nothing on underneath. He is glassy eyed. I guarantee you he will fuck up drinks royally but he is hot to look at it and nobody comes here for the mixology. They introduce themselves. Beard is Jared and Earring is Jamison. I point out the lockers and tell them. There are a few guys, mainly the older ones, that are naked all ready. All the rest are shirtless and in shorts. Some of the younger guys are in Speedo's or underwear. "This is Jack, he owns the Party Shack" I say. Jack is wearing his assless chaps and a leather harness. Somethimes he wears a leather jock but not in the summer much. "They're tourists" "Where are you staying?" "Island House" Jared answered Jack nodded. "It the same vibe just more" "More younger guys" Jamison siad "We don't check ID's" Jack says. "It's tough being old enought o do it but not old enough to do it" "Oh, we approve. No doubt about it" They pull off their shirt and underneath is as good as promised. They have fashionable tatts and are shaved, their torso's brown from laying in the tanning booth. But they are hot. And they know it. "Cool if we smoke?" Jamison says, holding up a vape pen. "Definitely" I say. Unfortunately, it's just nicotine and I don't care about that. Pot is a different story. You can't live wth Jack and not become a pot head. They get rum and cokes and both them have their hands all over me and I cool with it. I'm definitely not embarrassed by getting hard n public. I take them to the dark room in back. There are a couple of guys going at it but there will be more later. It's basic. A couple of slings, a St Andrew's corss, some padded fuck benches, a couple of places to sit. A karge padded plarform. Perfect for a pig pile. The front room is more like a frat house than a bar. Some old couches and chairs instead of booths or tables. In the middle is a little raised stage. Carlos is a shitty bar tender but he's hot. Anyway, this isn't a fabulous place. It's down and dirty. Basic drinks. The smell of pot in the air. Jared and Jamison are both fondling my ass some, flirting. I eat it up. People I know come by for a grope and a kiss. It's queers and high school boys from KW, husbands from Marathon and Islamaroda out for a night, guys from Miami and even Fort Lauderdale down for some fun, UM and even FAU students for the same. Some of them will have rooms at the shit bag motel up on US 1 and a bunch will end up crashing here or at our house. Depending, we might have a Sunday orgy. It's midnight. Anybody coming is here. It's a good crowd, maybe 50 guys, packed in the front room and everybody is loose. Jack has the mic attached to our tinny PA. "Leather daddies, bears, otters, twinks, men, boys, faggots all! Welcome to Happy Jack's Party Shack! It's time to get the party on! Midnight is the witching hour!" "I'm kind of on now" I say to Jared and Jamison. I grab my friends, Charlie and Ryan, they are twins, both have long wavy blond hair, perfect skin, blur eyes, tight 17 year old bodies. They are going to be seniors in high school coming up. Right now, they are a little drunk with a 1 am curfew, dressed only in their underwear. Charlie has on 2 X(ist) and Ryan Aussie Bum. They look good in them. I grab them by the hand lead them up. The crowd cheers us. "All right, Thomas , who is ... 21! And Charlie and Ryan and they are .... 21!" I have my hand down Charlie's underwear, grabbing his stiffening pole, kissing him in no time. Ryan is pressed up against my ass. "Who wants to see all of them naked?" Jack asks as the crowd roars back Charlie and Ryan make a show of it teasing them by showing their ass and pulling up the underwear, pulling it down to show their shaved pubes, but then finally off. I get down on my knees to start sucking them. One and then the other. Suck one and the other slaps my face with his hard dock. I am stiff and rubbing it. Jack lets us do it for a while before asking who wants to see some twincest. The regulars have seen this before and they know the gig. Charlie and Ryan are lovers. They kiss as the crowd reacts and then Ryan starts blowing his brother. I jump off the stage and circulate through the crowd, letting guys give my dick a good pull or too, a little bit of a blow job and move on and around. I move around to where Jared and Jamison are standing. They are still in shorts but hard. "This is wild" Jamison says. "Just starting" I say, leaning in to kiss him as he grabs my ass. Jared pushes his bard body against my back. I wiggle out and kiss Jared too. Then I head back up to the stage as Charlie has moved to suck Ryan. The crowd is cheering for them to fuck. I jump on the stage and I grab Jack's hard on, sticking out from his assless chaps and gobble that down. He rubs my hair as the crowd chants loudly for fucking. "Carlos!" Charlie calls out. "Get your ass over here!" The crowd likes that. Carlos is hot as shit, all muscular and brown. The sarong is off and his dick hard. Jack puts me and Carlos on either side of him. He grabs our cocks. "Foreskins on parade!" Charlie and Ryan are down doggy, facing each oher. Jack pours some Astroglude on our cocks and we get behind them and push our cocks in. The crowd goes wild. They love it. We get in and up and over and start fucking the blond twinks. This is the ice breaker. To get guys going and they are responding. There is some blowing out there, guys on a couch with another guy between their legs. Then I see Dylan jump on the stage. "Okay, you queers! Little Dylan is in the house!" Jack says, holding up Dylan's thin arm, showing his hairless pits. "Dylan is ...21 today. It's his birthday!" It's always his birthday. He's tanned and in shorts but no shirt. He's not much above 5 feet tall and not even a 100 pounds. He dances for a minute, shaking his butt at the audince then he pulls down his shorts showing his sparse pubes. Quick peak and that's all Then he jumps around and pulls them down shownig his firm little ass. Then he jumps back and yanks them down as the crowd cheers. He's almost hard out of the gate but he reaches down and tugs at it and is stiffens up pretty well. "Oh! We got to do something with this now!" Jack said. He got down on his knees and took him down and gave him a quick blowjob. I am still fucking Ryan. My hard dick in his tight ass, bareback. It feels good. I like that there is a crowd. I like to be watched. The temperature is getting higher. I mean it gets physcially hotter as more people move and do and paw at each toher but the sexual pressure is building, building to explode. Men are coming by to slap me on the ass or to kiss as I fuck Ryan. There is just a fuckload of horniness about to erupt. "OK, we need to get Carlos back behind the bar. Men need drinks. And remember, at Happy Jack's Party Shack, if it's queer, it's allowed" I pull out of Ryan and take the twins over to met Jared and Jamison. All three of are hard. I make the introductions as the muscle clones stroke the beautiful cocks in front of them. "This place is everything it was cracked up to be" Jared said. "And more" Jamison said "We have a curfew, so we need to get off" Charlie said. "Where do you want it?" Jared asked. "Right here is cool" I said "But there are three of us and two of you" But it was cool. Watching the muscle clones fuck the beautiful twinks was hot as shit and sexy, but I had a daddy. I leaned on the end of one of the couches, blowing Jack, stroking myself as he rubbed my head. It's a mouthful. But I know how he likes it. I worked it. I was stiff as a board and I jacked myself, feeling the sensation of my hand. It felt good. I could take him down. Balls deep. All the way. I used my tongue. He grabbed my head and pushed it down nn his dick He had a cock ring on and it highlighted his swollen cock and pushed his balls aout, big and about to burst. I worked it down. All the way. Up and down nn the hard shaft, around the fire engine red head of his cock. "Fuck me" I said He kissed me. I liked feeling his passion, his heat, hs desire. He lusted after me. It was wicked. He got me in his arms and I liked being dominated like that. He held me up his hands on my back, my legs draped over his shoulder. I felt him go it. It was uncomfortable. He is big. Fullness. But then it stopped hurting. It felt fine. People were watching and I didn't care. Bring ti on. Jack went to town, literally moving me back and forth on his dick. I was rock hard and loving ti. "Uhhh" Jack grunted. "Fuck" There were men watching, masturbating, as I got fucked. As I got manhanlded. I was masturbating myself as it happened too. Then Jared came over and tapped Jack on the shoulder. "Let me have a piece" he said "It's up to the boy" "Fuck me, Jared" I answered He is a hot muscle guy. Beautful. Built. Like a stone building, carved from marble. Jack had put me down and I was draped over the end of the couch. He entered me and it felt fine. He's not as hung as Jack and I didn't feel as full. But it felt good and I was hard. And he pounded me harder than Jack did. It was savage. Savage is good. "Fuck me, Jared" I said "Goddamn. Fuck me" He was like a machine gun firing into my ass. He pulled my hair and that pain felt right as he snatched my head up. He slapped my ass as he pouneded. it. The sting the helped. He grunted eith each stroke. There was a man in front of me on the couch wanting me to suck him but I was lost in my own lust. He can go fuck himself. I need to concentrate on the sensation in my ass. "Oh fuck" Jared called out. He creamed in my ass. "Jack" I whimper "Jack, fuck me" Jared pulls out and Jack goes back in. He's still gentler but it feels right. I have to moan. Jack knows how to keep me on the edge and he does. He does until I think I am almost going to die. Then when I can't take it anymore. I shot a thick load onto the armrest of the couch and it drips down to the concrete floor. I take Jack's load, intermingled in Jared's There were still a dozen guys when we officially close at 4 am. I was riding a fairly hot young Asian guy, muscular but otherwise an Asan twink, not tall. His stiff cock is in me and my stiff dick is flopping up and down as I ride him. He has stamina from the needle of Tina he injected. He offered me some and I declined. But his dick is hard and he is pawing at me. Old Cal, Jack's friend -- mine too, a mad scientist and my psychonaut mentor - is jacking off watching us. I motion for him to come over. As I ride the cock, I take Old Cal down. It doesn't take long for him to pop. I drink it all "Thanks" he said "You're welcome. Happy to help" "You're a good boy" he said.