Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 00:14:40 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Happy Jack's Party Shack 8 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. EIGHT I have lived with Jack on Driftwood Key since I was nine. I used to dance on the bar at the Party Shack once, hairless and hard, jerky as the child I was, me once like Elliott is now. Now my crush, Alex, is here and mine and Jack's little one too. Elliott again makes Happy Jack's what it should be: Jack's Pedo Paradise. I got back the moeny I had given Jack to buy Elliott from his father, Andrew. Alex decided that he needed money of his own. When you live on the Key, you help at the Party Shack but you don't make money. So Jack set him up to do porn in Fort Lauderdale. He came back with money and eager to go back. "I like being a porn star" he said afer we had made love. "It was totally cool. I loved it. I even liked the cameras being around. I liked that people would get off to me getting off" "And you liked the money too" I said "No shit" he said Camping is only legal at Fort Jefferson in the Dry Tortugas. But we go to one of the Mule Keys sometimes and Jack decided now was the time. We are a family of 8 now: me, Jack, our 9 year old lover Elliott, my new boyfriend Alex, Lefty and Pancho and their boy Dylan, and, of course, Old Cal. We took Apollo, Jack's 36 footer, and Antonius, my 22 footer. The boys, me and Alex and Elliott and Dylan, were on my boat and the men on the other. It was race. We both powered through the channel but once through, first one there wins. Sail power only. No engine. I set a full plan. The breeze wasn't strong but I fancied it was freshening. Jack held back with just a spinnaker and tacking. I have the faster boat but he's a skiled sailor. Eventually I gave in and took the mainsail down and layed over on the starboard tack. Jack was a little ahead but I wasn't concerned. Flat out I could beat him. Then I tacked over again and caught some fresh air and hoisted the mainsail again. Antonius fairly flew on the water. The boys were into it now. Floating around had made them grumpy and bored. I like the rhythms of sailing and accept that fighting for wind is sometimes what you have to do. Although I was more than a nautical mile off his starboard side, I cruised past him. When I set the anchor a full 15 minutes ahead of him, I felt pretty good about it. Jack was a garcious loser. I set the anchor in about 4 feet of water. We could walk to the beach 300 yeards away. Alex carried Elliott on his shoulders and me and Dylan lugged some stuff on shore. We were just going to stay one night. We had a gallon of Ancient Age and a liter of Cuervo. And an ounce of pot. And whatever Old Cal had in his bag. We swam naked, 8 quuers, aged 9 to nearly 70. We had grilled mahi and cole slaw and bean salad for supper. In the long afternoon and evening of summer, we sat in just inside the tree line, satisfied and full. "All tight, line up for goodies" Old Cal said, dishing out his bag. They were red and white capsules. It didn't mean anything. He made what he wanted, not often the same thing very much and used whatever he had in the way of capsules. He had a pill press too. "What's this?" I asked "5-meo amt" I smiled. I'd had this one before. I told Alex, who looked dubious, he would like it. It's very sensual and sexual. At least for me. Old Cal told me he has some 2ct7 but didn't bring it. "I've never done that" "I know. Supposedly has very vivid open eye visuals" "Cool. We'll have to do it" I said "Thomas is a dedicated psychonaut" Jack said to Alex. "Chip off the old block" I took it eagerly. I love tripping. Alex was skeptical - he wondered out loud how we knew what it was, which is funny since Old Cal made it himself - but he did. Elliott got a baby dose. Of course, nothing happens immediately. It has to get into your system. I have some smoke and we are all naked up under the palms as the sun dies away. Slowly over the next 30 minutes, I begin to feel even more energetic. After about an hour, I had come up completely. Happy, sociable, talkative. All of us were talking away. The colors were brighter, all the details of the beach and the island, even the boat flotting at anchor were more vivid and highlighted. There was a body buzz too. The visuals weren't much, just things in waves and the trees swaing when tehey werent. That sort of thing. We talked for a while and Alex seemed happy too, chatting some, listening to me. I took him by the hand and led him away. I wanted badly to touch him. Intimtely. But not so much where everybody was around. Not a gangbang. Not then. A lttle away, the water coming in around our ankles, I held his hand. "Happy?" "Yeah" he said. "Definitely" "Glad you came?" "Oh yeah" I tuned and kissed him. 15 and 18. Lean and hard and young. Hard. I was in a minute as my body pressed against his. As out mouth touched, out tongues intermingled. I touched his body and it was velvet. My fingers were so sensitive. The full weight of the drug was hitting us. It wasn't a load. It was pleasant. We walked up the sand, hand in hand. There was Old Cal, bearded and lean, naked. "Enjoying?" he asked "Yeah" I said. "This is cool but I want the 2ct7 soon" "Anything for you" Old Cal said. "But I need something from you" I smiled. "You want to watch us fuck. You want to watch me take it in the ass" Alex looked at me. He thought it weird, even in the blissful state. "I watched my little lover fuck my wife. Watched him and jacked off. And when he was done, I creamed in his ass" Old Cal said. I'd heard it before. Alex hadn't and I was uncomfortable but like a train on the tracks I couldn't stop it "He was all of 12 years old. Probably only had the one sperm but it found it's mark. It made a black haired beauty that reminds me of him. And you love to fuck like he loved to fuck. You're mostly just dick and balls. Fuck and get fucked up. You and him both. And seawater in your veins. I love to see you fuck. To get fucked. Lost in ecstasy, bucking back on a cock, spit roasted, passed around. You are a slut" "That's not nice" Alex said "But it's true. And I'm reckless and wild too" I said "All boy" Old Cal said. "And why did you give me to Jack?" "Because Jack loves the boys he's with. At a certain point, I lose interest but not Jack. You and Jack are perfect. Perfect" "I think you love us both" I said "I don't. I promise you. You are just a thing to me" he said "You're a mean old man" Alex said, taking me by the hand "And a liar too." I said "Jack off and think about what it feels like to be young and horny and doing it" I didn't care if he watched. Alex was being all protective and sheepish and shy and shit. I didn't care. That's a lie. I wanted him to watch. I wanted him to nut. Flog it as I fuck. I'm 15. The world is mine. I only need you for the drugs anyway. I love dick. Love it. Love it. On the beach, back with the others, the inky night surrounding us, the stars in no fixed place but swirling around, and music softy playing. It sounded awesome. The rich details in the aural waves. The syncopation. The mysteries of music theory. Even the heat of the night seemed like a blanket around us. I was naked. Free. Hard. They were around me. Do I love Jack's dick more than most? I love his dick more because it is attached to him. I love him and I give him pleasure because of that. But I love his dick like I love all dicks. Do I love Alex's dick more than the rest? I am insanely attracted to him and I want him. Do I love Elliott's dick more the the rest? Perfect in miniature. My little brother. My sweet hairless lover. I gobbled them down. One after another. Jack and Alex and Elliott. Pancho and Lefty. They face fucked me aggressively. Dylan and Old Cal too. I was hard. I jacked myself as I took each one down. The hardness of their cock in my mouth seemed profound. Every touch sents jolts of electrical awarenss to my brain, overloaded with the psychedelic. Then I was in the mob, in a crush of people. Hard bodies pressed arainst me, dicks mashed against me. Mouths on mine. Touching, rubbing. I am on my back. Jack is sucking me. Alex is feeding his dick in my mouth. I am so horny. Are they watching? Do they see? Pancho and Lefty are in a tangeld heap with their boy, a boy they shouldn't have. A boy that is not theirs. A child on a poster in Walmarts nationwide. A boy not going back, not giving up what he has. What he has was on him. Naked and rubbing, tattooed to hell and fair skinned. Dylan is sezy. A boy in transition and awkward as hell and all out of proportion but learning the art of being male. Male and queer. Old Cal strokes himself as he watches us, making good on seeing me, confirming yet again his view of me as a cock hound and a cum whore. But a cock hound and cum whore he can't get shed of but no longer can manage. That's the truth of why he gave me to Jack. Jack could and he couldn't. Jack would and as much he wanted to, Old Cal couldn't. He could sexually for a while but not enough and the wildness and the chaos and boisterousness and the noise was more than he wanted. He is old. I am young. That's the truth of it. He desires but cannot have. I desire and can take it all and will. Alex fucks me and I feel alive. Sensual. His hard dick moves inside me. I can feel his hardness, the hardness of his body pressed against my back as we are in the spoon position, the hardness of his dick. He is holding me. The warm air is a like a blanket shielding us but we are not covered. In the moonlight, in the starlight, we fuck, slow and gentle. I reach down to my own harness and I stroke it, sending electric shivers to my brain, jolts of pure pleasure. We are one. I feel Alex pull out of me. I look. Jack pushes his member into my ass, slow and gentle too. Elliot comes and is in front of me, his head reasting on his hand, his elbow in the sand, watching. He is naked and his miniature dick is at attention. 'You like what you see?" I ask him. "Watching me get fucked?" "Uh huh" he answers. He is an ethereal beauty. Fine china. I panic. I look for Alex. He is standing there watching. Then I remember that is Jack that is doing me. Jack, my lover. Jack, my friend. Jack, my one time lover. Jack, still my friend. My forever friend. He pleasures himself using me and I let him. He plesasures himself suing me but I am using him to pleaure myself. And our beautiful boy watches. I reach down for his stiff hard little stuff. He scoots up and I take it in my mouth. Jack doesn't cum inside me. He is standing over Elliott, cranking it out, letting the jizz fall on his perfect little body. I am lost in a platuea of lust and sensation as Alex returns to fucking me. When I shoot I coat Elliott too. Then Alex intermigles his load with ours. I am sitting on the waters edge as the tide comes in, considering the stars. It's coming in waves. Lucidity intermixed with hallucination. Alex is with me and silent. Old Cal comes and stands ankle deep in the water. He is too old to sit, his joints too creaky to easily rise. "It's beatuful" I said Looking out over the indistinct ocean, Old Cal said "It is" "The fucking, I meant" "That was beautiful too. And arousing" "Nasty boy" I said "Old man" 'Cum whore" I said "Pervert" he said "Thank you for it all" "It's been my pleasure" Old Cal answered.