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Date: Wed,  4 Oct 1995 15:22:07 UTC
Subject: Jack Black in Santa Fe (MM)
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This is the fourth Jack Black adventure.  If you are under 18, you
should not be reading it.  If over 18, the best way to enjoy reading
it is with your cock out and in your hand.  Shoot away!

                JACK BLACK IN SANTA FE
     Jack Black, satyr, assfucking superstud, genuine hunk, was a
gorgeous body attached to a 9 inch stiff prick with a seemingly
inexhaustible supply of ball juice.  He attracted attention
everywhere he went from both men and women, but he 
returned the
attention only to attractive men.  Their asses and cocks were fair
game, and usually succumbed to his seduction, even those who thought
they were straight.  He drove into Santa Fe in his dark green Porche
911 convertible, as usual with the top down.  Although he loved to
drive naked on the highways, (attracting the attention of horny stud
truckers who looked down from their high cabs) in town he was fully
dressed.  That is, fully dressed for him: Sockless topsiders, very
tight white sho
rts cut ass high, and the briefest, brightly colored
tank top possible.  With a body as good as Jacks, it was a shame to
cover any part of it.  He usually didn't.  Jack loved visiting in
Santa Fe.  He loved the buildings in Pueblo style and strolling
through the Plaza, as near naked as possible, and bargaining for
Indian jewelry and pottery from Indian sellers wrapped in heavy
blankets.  He liked the contrast of his nakedness against their total
covering.  He loved the restaurants with very spicy foo
d, flavored
from the ristras of red peppers hanging everywhere.  He loved the
artists and their studios on Canyon Road and he loved the active gay
community--the anything goes philosophy.
     Jack was staying with George Jevness, an old friend and an
artist of some note in oils and acrylics.  If you wanted a picture of
a naked hunk to hang on the wall of your house or apartment--
something larger, more sophisticated and more socially acceptable
than the "stud of the month" centerfold from your favo
rite male fuck
magazine (but still showing just as much cock)--and had several
thousand dollars to spend for it, George was your artist.  His studio
and residence was in an attractive old house on Canyon Road, the
heart of the art (and gay) area.  Jack always enjoyed visiting
George.  He was a great cocksucker, and had a readily available
asshole which Jack enjoyed plugging with his nine inch fuckpole.
Furthermore, there were usually one or more hunks hanging around
modeling for him who tended to we
ar no more clothes then they were
not modeling than then they were.  George was very generous in
sharing their cocks and asses with Jack.  In George's house, nobody
ever seemed to close their doors so at any hour of the day Jack was
likely to walk into a room with two or more naked studs fucking asses
or sucking cocks.  It made for a good show at least, and most
probably participatory theatre.  Jack could never resist a hot bare
ass.  Since he usually roamed around the house and enclosed courtyard
n
aked also, his prick would snap to attention, like a birddog
pointing and quivering for action--which he usually got.
     He shared George's king-sized bed (not always with just George)
in a room with mirrored walls and a mirrored ceiling.  It made the
slightest grouping look like a full scale fucking orgy as their
images were bounced from one mirror back to another, to infinity.
Even with just the two of them naked in bed, it looked like a crowd.
With 3 or more in the bed--all gorgeous naked male b
odies, all stiff
pricked, all humping asses and sucking cocks in various groupings and
combinations-- the mirrored reflections created the illusion of an
army of erotic actors engaged in an orgy which would have done credit
to the "cast of thousands" in a Cecil B.  DeMille extravaganza.  No
wonder Jack always got a hard-on whenever he thought about visiting
Santa Fe.  This trip was no exception.  Jack had already decided that
the quality and quantity of cock available to him on this trip made
it a v
intage year.
     He knew George has working on a project with Pablo, a 19 year
old Indian boy.  He also knew that when the studio door was closed
and the sign "BUSY" was posted, it was off limits.  George was
seriously working and didn't want his creativity interrupted by some
naked fuckbait.  At night when they were in bed together and George's
mouth wasn't busy on Jack's or some other stud's cock, he had
commented on the freshness of the model he was using and his
expectation of producing an extr
aordinarily good and sexy male nude.
Several of George's other nude male models had tried to put the make
on Pablo, to suck his cock or fuck his ass, without success, and
George was beginning to believe that the boy really was as innocent
as he looked.  Capitalizing on his innocent appearance, George was
deliberately painting the naked Indian boy to make him look younger
and even more innocent.  For a week, the "BUSY" sign had been in
place and Jack had not yet seen the handsome model.
     Jack wen
t out for a drink one afternoon at a popular gay bar, Le
Coc d'Oro (The Golden Cock).  He looked especially bare and sexy, in
tight white jersey shorts cut so high that the upward curve of his
ass was visible below the hem, and slit up the side all the way to
the waist band (giving him "quick draw" cock availability--Jack
Black:  Fastest cock in the West).  Those side split pants, worn
without underwear, flexed when he walked, offering a glimpse of his
butt with every forward step.  His shirt was a t
ight black fishnet
tank top which didn't conceal anything of his muscles and tits.
There was a lot of Jack Black on public display that afternoon in the
Golden Cock.
     The bartender was a talented cocksucker who was always good for
a blowjob.  Today was no exception.  Jack observed the talent and
action in the bar--getting his cock sucked again by a hot stud in
leather chaps that left his ass bare while they watched a burly truck
driver get his naked ass fucked by a slim vacationing college
stud
ent.  Once he jerked off a guy sitting next to him at the bar
while several others looked on and fondled their own (or someone
else's) cock.  It had been good sex, but not earthshaking.
     Coming in from The Golden Cock late that afternoon, Jack walked
by the studio door.  Not only was the sign removed but the door was
open.  He could see George, painting at his easel wearing a loose
smock to keep the paint off of his otherwise naked body.  Jack walked
in and at the far side of the room, the naked 
Indian boy stood,
facing forward to show full frontal nudity, and leaning back against
a rough bark pole, stretched between two chairs.  He was beautiful,
with long, black, straight hair hanging to his shoulders.  His body
was sculpted with planes of muscle without an ounce of fat.  He
wasn't big--no big muscles of the type which come from pumping iron
in a gym--but firm, well built, and perfectly proportioned.  He
looked completely stoic leaning against the wooden crosspiece.  He
looked like he had
 never worn clothes in his life.  His eyes showed
intelligence.  Although terribly sexy, this was no dumb fuckbait.  If
the boy even noticed the sexy Jack Black walking into the studio he
gave no indication of it.  Jack felt a tingle in his crotch just from
looking at him.
     He walked over to the easel where George was working on the
almost completed picture.  The pole between the chairs had become a
hitching post in the painting, located in some sun dappled forest
glade.  The painting was almost
 lifesized.  At the edges, the scenery
was vague and impressionistic but as the eye moved toward the naked
boy in the center, it became more realistic and precise.  George had
softened his facial features and made him look younger than his 19
years.  George was putting the finishing touches to the boy's penis,
a focal point of his erotic painting.  "Fuck it," George said.  "I
can't seem to get it the way I want it. It looks flat and
uninteresting.  I want the eye to be drawn immediately to it, even

before seeing the face.  It just hangs there."  George made a few
more strokes with his brush but with no more satisfaction.  "Jack, go
over and move his cock a little bit to one side, so it hangs against
his left leg instead of hanging straight down."  Smiling, Jack moved
over to the boy, anticipating the pleasure of holding his beautiful
uncut cock.  The boy didn't change expression as Jack lifted his
cock, gave it an extra caress, and moved it over as George had
directed.  Jack did notice that it 
seemed to enlarge a little.
George also noticed the change in position and size.  "Yeah, that's
it.  It provides a touch of shadow on his leg when it's not hanging
so limp.  I also like the larger size.  Jack, make his cock get
bigger."  Jack started to say, "How do you want me to. . ." when
George interrupted, saying, "Goddamn it,  I don't have to tell you
how to make a cock get big.  Use your cocksucking mouth!" Jack
grinned, and applied his mouth with suction and tongue action to the
Indian boy's
 limp prick--which immediately responded.  The boy also
responded, looking down at Jack's mouth working on his prick and said
"Shit, that feels good.  Suck it, man, suck it."  As Jack sucked the
boy's cock, he felt the need to handle his own expanding rod.  He
pulled the slit back, exposing his crotch, allowing his cock to swing
free and lift up.  Again, the boy spoke, "Hot cock, man," and began
tugging up Jack's fishnet tank top.  To get it over his head, Jack
had to release his hold on Pablo's pric
k, and while free, went ahead
and completely removed his shorts.  He was as naked as the boy, and
just as hard.  He glanced at George who looked surprised at the
sexual chemistry between Jack and his innocent model and had his
smock open, giving his own hard-on some hand action.  Jack went back
to some serious sucking of Pablo's hard uncut cock.  In his mouth,
the cockhead had expanded out of its protective sheath and with
Jack's tongue action on it was pouring out a substantial flow of
precum.  He 
knew the boy was close to cumming and he provoked it by
finding his tightly puckered asshole and inserting his forefinger.
That started the flood.  Pablo gave a low moan, hunched his butt
forward as if trying to push his cock even further down Jack's
throat, and began spraying successive loads of cum.  Jack was
experienced and a great cocksucker, but still he was unable to
swallow Pablo's tidal waves of cum as fast as he was shooting them
out.  Some dribbled out of his mouth as the boy reached down a
nd
swiped his hand through the overflow and popped it into his mouth,
savoring the taste of his own man cream.
     George yelled, "Jack, turn him loose.  Let go of his prick.  I
want to see it now, just after it has popped a cum load." Jack backed
away with his own prick still unsatisfied and standing straight out.
Pablo's prick was neither hard nor soft.  It was substantially bigger
than it had been when completely at rest, but not an erection.  Its
head glistened with cum.  Instead of hanging lim
ply straight down, it
kicked to the left.  George yelled, "That's it.  Pablo, position.
Get back to your fucking pose."  The boy moved effortless into his
previous posing position and assumed his innocent facial expression.
George was painting furiously, increasing the length of the prick in
the portrait, enriching its colors, adding a shadow.  For several
minutes he worked undisturbed while Jack stood behind him watching,
his own prick engorged by the sucking action with the boy and wanting
to shoo
t its own load.  George stepped back, looked at the painting,
and said, "I got it--the face of an innocent boy and the cock of a
fucking hustler.  It's not hard, but looks recently used like it's
just been fucking an ass or a mouth.  I couldn't get it right until I
saw it after you sucked him off." George dropped his smock, and
standing naked, embraced Jack and kissed him passionately.
     Jack might have gotten off with George right then, except Pablo
walked across the room to a day bed against the
 wall, lay down on his
back, spread his legs provocatively, and began frigging his cock.  He
looked at Jack but announced to George, "I want him to fuck me.  I
want his big cock up my ass."  Jack, already standing tall with a
boner, was not about to refuse an invitation from this gorgeous boy
that everyone else had tried unsuccessfully to make.  He could fuck
George when they were in bed together tonight, but this offer from
the gorgeous and innocent looking boy was to good to turn down.  The
boy sa
id, "I want to suck your cock first and get it wet and
slippery. Then put it in my asshole".
     Again, that was an offer Jack had no intention of refusing.  He
knelt on the bed, straddling Pablo, and slowly eased his long fuck
hose into the boy's mouth.  He gulped on it hungrily.  Jack looked
back at the naked George and saw him grab for a sketch pad and
charcoal stick.  Buck naked, with his own erection standing out in
front, he was rapidly sketching the scene of Jack's cock being deep
throated b
y the innocent looking boy.  Jack removed his slick prick,
wet from the boy's spit and his own generous supply of automatic fuck
lube.  He stood behind the boy, raised his legs onto his shoulders,
and positioned his cock at Pablo's tight little asshole pucker.
George ordered, "Hold it right there for a minute," sketching
furiously.
     Then Jack began to shove his big plum shaped cockhead into the
boy's asshole.  There was resistance and when the head popped
through, the boy gave a yelp, "Shit, tha
t hurts.  But don't stop.
Fuck my ass." Jack continued easing in slowly, telling the boy to
relax and take a breath.  When his cock was finally seated all the
way in and his pubes were resting against the boy's ass cheeks, he
paused a moment, giving the boy time to get used to being filled with
his big man meat, and then began to withdraw slowly and pump back in.
The boy sighed, grinned, and said, "Easy, man.  That's a virgin
asshole.  I've never taken it up the ass before.  I wanted your cock
to ta
ke my cherry."
     As Jack was pumping on the instroke, his body was arched, with
head thrown back with a look of ecstasy in taking this virgin
asshole. The boy, with his legs thrown over Jack's shoulders created
another arc, like two circle segments touching together.  Two circle
segments--that's how George depicted them in his sketch.  He moved in
for a closer view of the innocent looking boy's face as he was
enjoying being ravished by the bull stud whose nine inch cock was
ramming into his untri
ed man-cunt.
     Jack, enjoying this fuck tremendously, let inhibitions go and
started yelling, "Fuck!  I'm a motherfucking asshole fucker.  Fuck
it! I'm gonna flood his virgin asshole with my load of hot cum.  He's
gonna taste my ball juice from my fuckpole.  Shit!  I'm cumming. I'M
CUMMMMMING!" His balls began releasing loads of fuck lava that rolled
up through his dick and exploded through his cock head and filled
Pablo's horny asschute.  When Jack withdrew, cum was dribbling out of
Pablo's assh
ole onto the bed.  Jack dropped down on his knees and
buried Pablo's twitching cock in his mouth, where it quickly shot its
own cum load.  Then Jack laid his naked body down on top of Pablo's
naked body, and gave him a long cum filled kiss.  In their mouths,
their tongues shared the cum which Jack had sucked from Pablo's cock.
     And George continued to sketch.  His cum soaked prick had lost
its erection.  He didn't know when he shot off and whether or not he
helped it along with his hand.  But the
 intensity of sketching Jack
fucking the Indian boy had given him his needed orgasm.  When sexual
passions had died down for the moment, George showed Jack and Pablo
the quick rough sketches he had made of them fucking.  "I'll make a
couple of them into full scale paintings to sell to a very select
clientele, but mainly, I want to develop the sketches from quick
rough work into a series of finished sketches, maybe into a book.
I'm sure there will be great demand for it."
     While they were looking
, Jack's hand was again stroking Pablo's
cock.  Pablo whispered quietly, "I'll come into your bed tonight.
I'll suck your cock and I'll fuck your ass.  But mainly, my asshole
is burning for some more of your hot fucking cock."
                          *********************
If you missed the previous 3 stories and would like them, email me.
Happy Jizzing the Joy Stick.  I hope your cum tube got a workout.

Eric


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