Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2020 11:16:21 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Happy Jack's Party Shack 7 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. SEVEN Andrew is in trouble. Again. Turns out when he was living with us, he waas on probation In fact, he was actually skippng out on probation. We didn't know it at the time but that would have been cool. Complying with probation would have been a problem since Jack wouldn't want a probation officer coming around. But holed up? Not a problem. Then he goes up to Georgia and he's really breaking the rules. That woulld be cool except Andrew can't help but fuck up. So he did. He got some bitch pregnant. She wanted an abortion. For some stupid reason, he didn;t want her to. They fought. He hit her or somethhng. She called the cops. Now he's really on the run. And he needs money. Jack told him no. Andrew isn't taking no for an answer. He needs the money. He's desperate. He has something -somebody - we want and he needs money. You could hear the car before you saw it. The engine was that rattly. It was a faded blue old Impala and the shocks squeeked as it came to a stop and the engine knocked for a while before quitting. I was outside cleaning the keel of Antonius as she was up on the boat hoist. The car stopped and you could smell the burning oil. "Fuck" Alex said. He was helping me. Andrew got out first. "It's Queer boy and the faggot. Where's the man of the house?" The passenger side door opened and beautiful little Elliot, a slender bean pole of milk chocolate skin and soft black hair, got out of the car. "Hey" he said, running toward us until Andrew stopped him. I smiled. It was good to have him back. "Where's the boss man?" Andrew said. Jack came to the door, dressed n shorts and baseball cap. He looked at the scene and saw Elliott and smiled. Elliot broke off running toward him, ignoring Andrew telling him to stop, flying up the stairs. Jack picked him up like the 9 year old was a sack of potatoes and swung him around. "Unca Jack!" Elliott squeeled "You here to stay?" Jack asked "We need to talk" Andrew replied. Jack made a face. "All right, come in. Ell go supervise Thomas and Alex. They need watching over" Elliott came bounding over, happy. He hugged me and then Alex and he chattered away happily as I wondered what was going on. Elliott was just happy to be back and he declared that his dad had said he would never have to leave until he wanted to. And we could look out for him and he could have fun until Andrew came back. Elliott added that even when his dad came back he wasn't going to leave ever again. He was also curious if me and Alex were boyfriends now. I told him it was complicated. Then Jack came out and asked me to go get whatever money I had. I knew that meant we were going to have pay Andrew off to get Elliott. I headed in to get my stash. It was about a grand. "Why?" Alex asked "Because I need the money" Jack answered. He was irritated. "So, you can buy him? Like he's a slave?" Alex said, squaring up on Jack. "I guess it's not racial, though, huh? Because that's what you did with Thomas, right? Bought him? Now he belongs to you. How is this not human trafficking?" I could see that Jack was pissed. Before I could say anything, Jack was up in his face. He snatched him and took off away from Elliott. He started talking - it was quiet but there was some force behind it. "It is human trafficking, dumb ass. We are paying money to get Elliott. The difference is that Andrew is going to sell him to somebody. It's his only actual fucking asset. He sells him to me, he can live here for as long as he wants, have sex or not. As long as he is willing to stay, he's welcome and he doesn't have to do anything" "But he will, just like Thomas" Alex said, not backing down. "Because he wants to. Just like Thomas" Jack answered. "Just like me" I said. I didn't see the problem. I went for the money. After that I didn't see Alex for a while. I don't know where he went. Elliott was back in the swing of things immediately. He was home as far as he was concerned. He went skinny dipping off the edge of the jetty. I went with him, tugging on a beer. We played in the water some, Elliott happily splashing away, when Alex came out. He sat down and peeled off his clothes and slid in the water. "You happier?" I asked He shrugged. "I can't stand him. He's a pig. He lnows he can get men and then he treats them like shit, like being gay is substandard but he treats women like shit too. He smoked all my pot and was shitty when I didn't get more. He's just an asshole. I know that's fucking petty but he is a user. A loser." "Elliott is happier here" I said "I know" Alex said. Then he kissed me. Elliott laughed and starting grabbing at our crotches until we had to toss him in the water. That meant we had to keep doing it. Hoisting him up and out, splashing, coming back demanding more. We were sitting around getting baked as the sun died. Jack works sometimes as the captain of a gay charter boat out of KW. It takes gay guys out to the sandbar to swim naked or out to the reef to snorkel. It's some money. On those days, he gets up at a normal time and acts like a regular citizen, the kind of guy that has a Coast Guard Master's Certificate. Other days, we might get up at noon and go to bed at 3 or 4 am. It's a little bit cooler at night. A lot of times we weren't all that sober. We were out past the bat tower -- it was built by this guy in the 1920's to house bats. The bats would eat the insects, he thought. It didn't work. There are no bats but the tower still exists -- firing weapons into the mangroves. AK 47, AR 15. 9 mm, .410, .221, just wasting ammunition. Elliott was sitting on Jack's lap as Jack idly masturbated him. "Now that Queer Boy has his own little pet faggot, you gonna kick him out of bed, Jack" Andrew asked. "Just you and the little boy?" "I'm pretty sure we can work it out" Jack said "Thomas is a child molestor too. Yeah, you see that's what I don't get. Fucking little boys. Them" he said, pointing his head toward me and Alex, "I'd bend them over and fuck the shit out of them. Not think anything about it. But a little boy? Nah, it's gross. Perverted. Now young pussy? That's a different story. Taking some bitches cherry? Fuck me, man. Cool as shit. Now, I could rail on some 10 year old pussy" "To each their own" Jack said. The next night was Friday. The Party Shack was open. Friday night, Saturday, sometime Sunday but that's for the hardcore.We don't make a lot of money but it's some and it mostly keeps us going. That and porn. And selling drugs. We were unloading the truck with the liquor and mixers and shit, getting ready. Jack took Pancho and Lefty off and talked to them. I could see them and Jack was animated. The biker dudes nodded and listened. Then they agreed. Shook hands on it. I took Alex inside and we started cleaning up to open later on. Jack came in behind me. "How much?" I asked. "$3800 and a kilo of meth" Jack answered. "Wow. Where are you getting a kilo of meth from?" I asked. "Old Cal" I was stunned since Old Cal had always been very clear he wouldn't do it. He thought meth was beneath him. "Wow" Jack dismissed it. "Here is what I need to talk to you about. Andrew isn't all that bright. Well, that;s not true but he can't see beyond the moment. Anyway, sooner or later, he's going to figure out that rolling over on us is his get out of jail free carrd. Maybe he all ready does and he's holding it as his last card to play. Either way, if something should happen to him, tonight let's say, how big of a problem would that be?" "None" I said "I appreciate that but I really meant Alex" "None" Alex said "He's a pig. And, yeah, he would give you up. And he would do it even if he didn't get much out of it either. Give us up, I guess is what I mean" "Good, I may have something for you two to do tomorrow" Jack said Sometimes there's only 10 or 15 guys, sometimes there's 50. It depends on how many come from Miami and how many tourists have heard about us and come up from KW. It's no holds barred gay. No rules. Carlos is back and the first mate from the charter, Jordi, and one of the dancers from Bourbon St is out here early. Only Carlos is getting paid. The others got in free and will drink for free but they're not making money unless they are doing it themselves. The dancer. Guarantee he is. Jordi, maybe, but he mostly likes to be admired. This is more of a 20-25 guy Friday night. That can be fun too but Andrew is one of them and being an asshole. Making fun of the customers. Being aggressive with Jordi, who decided to bartend because he wants to hook up with Carlos, and the dancer for the bar to dance naked. In the past, Jack would keep him in line, until they fought. Andrew was wary of fighting Jack becasue Jack could and would kick his ass. There's been some gun waving around. Let's just say, as much as we loved Elliott, Jack hated Andrew. "Come on Queer Boy, you like it in the ass. Get your butt buddy and I'm going to fuck you" Andrew said. "I need to get off" I looked over at Jack and he motioned toward the back. I nodded but I decided Alex wasn't going to be in on it. Andrew's fucked me before and, probably, Alex too. He's hot. He know it. He's in his mid 30's but he's hot. And he knows how to fuck. There's that. He's an asshole and I'm not sorry he's going to be gone for the last time but he could fuck. It was the one thing he was good at. I thought he might as well have a send off. We are in the back room. Pitch black. There is some movement around us.but then they move off. I think we are actually alone. "I got to gear up" he said. I nod. Whatever. He has a rubber tourniquet and a needle. He finds a vein and slams it. "You want some tweak?" he asks "I'm good" "Whatever. Why not? You're just a cum whore" he said.. He whips out his fat cock. "Suck it, queer" I get on my knees and take it down. He's thick but I don't choke on it. Jack is bigger. Shit, Alex is bigger. I'm bigger. I can deep throat him and I do. I slide off his dick and use my tongue, then bob back and forth. I'm going for it, stroking him as I suck "Fuck. You got a talented mouth, fucker" he said. "Suck that dick" I take him down deep. Balls deep. He has the sweaty smell of a man. Musky. Big balls. I know he doesn't like them played with so I don't. But I work his cock though. He likes that. I am hard as a rock too. I know he is going to want to fuck me and my butthole is twitching in anticipation. I sucked on it. Stroke and suck. Get him ready. "I'm gonna a fuck you" I know it will be rough. I'm regretting it now. . I'd suck him off but tweaking he can be rough. He takes the time to cook up some more and get a needle ready. "You sure?" he asks "I'm sure" "More for me" he says as he slams it in. "Now I am going to fuck the shit out of you" "How about I blow you?" "How about you lean the fuck over?" "I'll just .... I'll just blow you" "Oh fuck" he said. "I don't feel right" Andrew staggered a couple steps away. Looked like he was was having trouble standing and looked like he was concentrating on that. He pounded on his chest a couple of times. He gasped, trying to find his breath. "What the fuck?" he asked. Then he went on the floor. Down. Hard. He threw his head back and got super tense and staright, like he was clenching every muscle. Then he started jerking uncontrollably. I watched him as he jerked. Then when he stopped, he didn't move at all. I waited a couple of minutes. Then I went back out front and got Jack. He came back but wasn't in a hurry. There wasn't going to be CPR or an ambulance. He looked at his still body and kicked him in the ribs. Andrew didn't move "Let's just prop up in a corner" Jack said. I grabbed one arm and Jack the other and we drug him over the inside far corner and left him there propped up. The next morning that's where he was still at. Gray and cold. I went and got an old sail and a thick needle. Pancho and Lefty helped get him rolled over and onto the sail so that we could sew it up. Alex gathered some rocks to weigh it down. They got him loaded onto Apollo and we attached the fishing boat to be towed. Jack and Pancho debated where to toss the body, deep water or in the mangroves of the unpopulared keys. I don;t know what they decided but Jack told me and Alex that Andrews car needed to disappear. For a brief minute I had thought it might be mine instead but I knew he was right. If anybody asks, he was here, left Elliott and went on. Lefty helped too. The first thing was to get rid of the VIN numbers. Then we took off the quarter panels, the doors, the hood and trunk. For the moment, until we could decide what to do with them, we stacked in Old Cal's shed. The seats went out to our shooting range. We took the engine and gear box out with a hoist and then pushed the rest off to the side. It just joined the junk. :Later on, Jack took the exterior pieces and sold them for scrap. As it happened, nobody came and asked Nobody missed him. Elliott didn't miss his father either. I'm not sure how much he understood but he didn't mind busting the glass on the car. And he never mentioned his father. He was happy to be back with Jack and me. He was a bit wary of Alex though but warmed up. Despite everything he had to do that Saturday, the Party Shack was rocking that night. Not a huge crowd but Elliott was the center of attention. The regulars greeted him lke an old friend and Ell loved the attention. He got on the bar and danced naked, mimicking the sexy go go dancers. He enjoyed trying to get his small cock to helicopter, which it never really did but he thought it did and laughed. Then he got himself hard and walked around with it proudly sticking up. Jack made him some sweet rum drinks, weak but with alcohol, and Elliott would gulp it down. He likes getting tupsy, Shit, he likes getting drunk. Alex was pissed about that. "Why are you giving alcohol?" Alex demanded. "He wants it" Jack answered. "He's nine" "I'm his lover, Alex, not his parent" "Who's going to be his parent?" "Not you:" Jack said Jack cut off him off though. He never really lets him get that drunk, just tipsy. Buzzed. Obviously, there is a ton of sex going on and Alex even commented on that. I thought he was being stupid. Elliott is a sexual creature. He doesn't feel the lust, the need for it like we do but he enjoys it. It feels good. It's fun. He likes the attention and he likes parading around naked. And he understands that he has power over Jack. We put him on the padded table in the back. Me and Jack. Anybody that wanted could gather around. Watch and whack. He has a such a beautiful lean, boyish body. All straight lines. His hips and shoulders the same width. His skin, perfect and supple, is chocolate milk, an inviting creaminess. He is hairless and bony and prone to laugh. He is hard. Jack kisses him. "It tickles" he says, wiping his mouth. "Like this?" Jack says going after his torso, Laughing hard he writes away and lands sort of on my lap, pressing my hard on against my body. "Can I kiss you?" I ask. He responds by sticking out his tongue and I stick out mine and they meet. "See we kissed" "But I wanted to really kiss you" I said. "I really missed you" "Do you love me?" he asked coyly. "I do" I said "You just think I am sexy" he said, laughing. "And I am super sexy" He grinned and said okay and we really kissed. Tongue and all. I don't really have to shave so I didn't tickle, I guess. But he is laying there for us. He puts his arms behind his head, all satisfied at being the center of attention. Jack and I suck on his nipples. Elliott makes a start. Pleasure or pain. Did Jack bite a nipple. Elliott slaps him in the head like he did. But Jack was undeterred. He worked his way down, kissing Ell's torso as he headed as south as Ell giggled and strained to contain himself. All the way down to his hairless scotch. He put Ell's pencil stub dick in his mouth and sucks on it. "Can I play with yours Thomas?" he asks Of course, I let him. Of course I do. He is fascinated by my foreskin and he likes to play with it, using his hand and his lips. And it feels good to me. So I let him play. He is also fascunated by cum. Alex comes back and watches us for a minute. I'm sad at first that he doesn't see that this is totally cool, totally right, the best thing for Elliott. Then he starts tugging at his crotch. "Can Alex come up here and play too?" I ask Elliott looks over. He is breathing hard from what Jack is doing to him. "Mmm Hmm" Jack looks up. "Suck him" he says Alex gets down between Ell's legs and starts working his boy cock with his mouth. Sucking a boy is different from sucking a man but Alex had good instincts to know what a boy wants from his dick and Ell responded. He moaned, slightly at first and then louder and more urgently. He stopped playing with my foreskin and just jacked me hard, his small hand around my swollen cock. Then he cried out and got super tense, having a drygasm. Seeing a prepube boy orgasm is the greatest thing. It is so intense. We didn't fuck him in the ass. It was frottage, Jack sliding his big stiff cock between Elliot's supple, hairless and perfect thights, all soaked down with oil. Alex and I jacked off and shot our cum into his mouth. Some landed on his tongue and most on his face but he was happy with that. Jack unloaded on his hariless crotch. After a minute, Elliott asked Jack if his dad was ever coming back and Jack said he wasn't. Elliott smiled. "I'm going to stay with you foreever and ever and I'm going to sleep in your bed and I get to play with your dick whenever I want and with Thomas and Alex too and you can't say no, ever" "It's a deal" Jack said "I'm glad you're back" I said "This is our home now" Alex said. I kissed him. I was really glad he understood.