Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 09:16:44 -0500
From: Writer Boy <writerboy69@hotmail.com>
Subject: jc's hitchhiker - part 77

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***Jack***

"Hey, what happened to the outfit I laid out for you?" Josh asked as I
stood in front of the closet, trying to find shoes.

I turned around and grinned at him. Josh was standing in front of the
bathroom sink, filling his hair with gel or something from one of the many
bottles on the counter, in socks and a pair of jeans with so many rips you
could almost see everything.  His tanned, muscled torso, stretching above
the low riding waist, glistened faintly under the bright bathroom
lights. His necklace dipped down to the top of the valley between his pecs.

"The outfit you laid out for me was sparkly," I said, shaking my head. "I
felt like a fishing lure, so I switched shirts."

"The outfit I picked out for you made a statement," Josh said, smiling at
me in the mirror as he carefully teased out individual strands of hair.

"Vegas showgirl?" I asked, still hunting for shoes that went with this.

"As opposed to the statement that outfit makes," Josh said, shrugging. I
looked up, an eyebrow raised, and he read the question off of my face. "Oh,
Jack, don't worry. It says 'sexy'. Sexy librarian."

"Jerk," I said, shaking my head. "At least my outfit doesn't say, 'Hey,
look at my ass, 'cause you can almost see my crack through all the rips in
these jeans.'  Wanna see Josh's brown eye wink at you? Drop something on
the floor in front of him. Have you seen my black shoes? The ones with the
buckles?"

"Maybe Lance threw up on them," Josh said, laughing.

"You're not funny," I said, smothering my own giggles.

Lance had been mortified at throwing up on my feet, and burst into tears
before any of us could say anything. Howie pulled him back into the head,
and they stayed in there for about twenty minutes while Josh splashed
buckets of water onto my feet and the captain laughed heartily. Howie
stepped out of the head, his face neutral, leading Lance by the hand.
Lance's face was red, but he wasn't crying, and he meekly apologized and
offered to buy me new shoes. I demurred, and also shot down the suggestion
that we return to port, unless Lance wanted to go. Howie and Josh went back
to fishing, and I spent the rest of the cruise barefoot, slowly feeding
Lance pretzels while I waited for my shoes to dry. Every few seconds the
captain would look at them, sitting wet in the corner of the deck, and
snicker, and I thought about asking Lance to throw up on him, too.

"Sorry, you're right," Josh said, walking over to me. He fluffed my collar
a little, straightening it, and then undid the top two buttons of my
shirt. I reached up to refasten them, and he gently took my hands, smiling
as he leaned forward to kiss me on the face.  "I undid those for a
reason. I expect you to leave them undone."

"Really?" I asked, sliding my hands out of his. I hooked my fingers into
his belt loops, pulling his hips up against me as I kissed him again. "And
what if I started undoing buttons, too? What would you do then?"

"What buttons?" he asked, grinning at me. I slid my hand around and began
undoing the front of his jeans.

"These," I said, tugging open the button fly. I dropped to my knees,
pulling the ripped jeans down with me. Josh looked down as I stared at his
zebra print briefs, holding in giggles. "These are cute."

"I needed something small," Josh said, shrugging. "If I wore boxer briefs,
you'd be able to see them through the rips in the legs."

"And plain white just wouldn't be you," I said, losing my battle. I
giggled.

"Jack, Chris'll be here in a minute," Josh said, staring down at me. "We
don't have time for this."

"I think we should make time," I said, grabbing his briefs and jerking them
down. His cock was plump, but not hard. I opened my mouth and pulled him
inside as he gasped.

"Oh, Jack," Josh sighed, grabbing my shoulders. His soft fingers dug into
my flesh as he gasped again, tossing his head back.

I nursed on his cock, sucking hard as I washed my tongue over it. Josh
tasted fresh and clean, a little wet from the shower, and was warm and
silky on my tongue. I smiled, sucking harder as I felt him pressing at my
throat, and I began to rock back and forth, letting his shaft slide in and
out of my mouth. Josh's hands fluttered over my face, stroking the sides,
brushing my hair back so he could see my eyes. Josh stared down at me, his
mouth hanging open as he sighed contentedly, and I leaned forward,
swallowing hard and pulling him into my throat.

"Oh, God," he gasped, his breath coming faster now.

I stared up at him, watching his chest heave, and his abs flex and release.
His fingers were on my shoulders again, gripping, not pulling me down but
just holding on, and his arms bulged as he tightened his grip. I ran my
hands up and down his legs, squeezing the hard rounded bulge of his calves,
roaming up over the firm, sinewy muscle of his thighs.  I squeezed his ass
as I pulled him forward again, swallowing his cock as I buried my face in
his soft, curly brown pubes, his balls colliding with my chin as they hung,
low and full, in his crinkly sack. As I stared up at him his blue eyes were
wide, fixed on mine as his mouth hung open, and his tongue slid out to wet
his lips. Each time he thrust forward he gasped urgently, and a wave passed
over his face as pleasure surged through him. I was painfully hard in my
tight leather pants, but didn't want to let go of him to take care of
myself. I was too in love with the firm pliability of his soft, silky skin
to stop touching it.

"Jack, Jack," he sighed breathlessly, tiny beads of sweat starting to break
out on his forehead. His eyes weren't just squinting on his thrusts now,
they were squeezing closed, and his fingers tightened on my shoulders each
time I swallowed him.

We heard a knock at the door, and Josh tried to pull back to answer it, but
I wasn't moving. I kept my hands locked on his ass, and started to bob my
head faster, sucking harder.

"Jack," Josh whispered urgently, his voice high and breathless. "We have
to, have to, get that."

"Mmm mmm," I answered negatively, speeding up even more.

I felt the head of his cock pushing at the back of my throat again, and,
taking a deep breath, I pulled him all the way inside. As the person at the
door knocked again Josh's hands tensed, his fingers digging into my
shoulders, and he let out a loud, strangled cry. I felt his hips jerking,
and could feel his cock pulsing on my tongue as he shot into my
throat. When he was done I quickly pulled off of him as he sat on the bed,
gasping for breath.

"I better get that," I said, wiping the spit away from my mouth with the
back of my hand as I stood.

Before I could step toward the door Josh grabbed me, spinning me back
toward him and crushing me against his heaving chest as he jammed his
tongue into my mouth, pressing his lips urgently to mine. I moaned against
him, and then he pulled back, our mouths parting with a wet, sucking noise.

"I love you," he sighed.

"I love you, too," I said, grinning as I slid out of his arms. "Finish
getting dressed, ok?"

"Yeah," he panted, bending down to pull his pants up.

I trotted across the cottage to pull the door open, finding Joey and Chris
on the doorstep.  They both grinned at me.

"Took you long enough," Chris said.

"Yeah, what were you guys doing?" Joey asked, trying to see past me.

"Nothing?" I answered uncertainly.

Joey and Chris grinned and pushed their way inside.

"You two are like rabbits," Chris said, laughing.

"Fucking rabbits," Joey added.

"Or fucking dogs," Chris said, grinning.

"Fucking goats," Joey suggested.

"Fucking anything, really," Chris said.

"Because that's what you two were doing," Joey continued.

"Fucking," Chris concluded.

My head ticked back and forth between the two of them, trying to find a
spot to jump in and shut this down before they really got going.

"No Vlada tonight?" I asked. Joey, his attention already shifting, began
looking over the table, where I still had the reception chart spread out.

"She's doing a shoot tomorrow, so she wanted to get a good night's sleep,"
Chris answered.

"Are we ready?" Josh asked from the bedroom doorway. I glanced over and was
surprised. He was wearing a black shirt, completely unbuttoned, and
underneath a sheer nylon shirt that was almost completely transparent,
shimmering under the light.

"Wow," I sighed. I hadn't noticed how tight those jeans were. "You look
hot, Josh."

"Not as hot as you," he said, kissing me on the cheek.

"You're flashing a lot of skin," Chris said, cocking his head to the side.

"That's not like you," Joey added.

Josh grinned.

"Every once in a while I like to surprise you guys," he said as I herded
all of them to the door. "Let's go get the rest of the boys and get
dancing!"

We charged out to the minivan, determined to have fun.

***Justin***

The evening was going passably well, and everyone seemed to be trying to
have a good time, as if we hadn't gotten in arguments every day that we'd
been here.  Never underestimate the power of denial, especially in large
doses with large groups. I hated to say it, but the harder we tried to have
fun, the more I got the feeling that we were the last people dancing to the
band on the deck of the Titanic. Then again, maybe I was just being
negative. Maybe everyone really was having as much fun as they looked like,
and it was just me who was unhappy.

I was trying to be happy, trying to just let go, but every time I was out
on the dance floor, finding a random partner and starting to get down, I
would look over and see Jack and Josh, dancing together. Jack, as always,
didn't have much rhythm, but if Josh was leading anyone was a good partner,
pressed against him. The two of them whispered to each other, or kissed,
dancing against each other through every song as their hands slid back and
forth over each other's shoulders or hips. They grinned the entire time,
their eyes locked together, and you could tell that, for them, there really
wasn't anyone else in the room. The rest of us were just background cast at
the moment.

I turned away, heading back to the bar for another drink as the girl I was
dancing with tried to follow. I was moving too quickly through the crowd
for her to keep up, but I was sure she'd be around again later. They always
came back. I pushed through the crowd at the counter, grinning amiably at
everyone since we were in public, and ordered another beer, my fourth or
fifth for the night. Turning, I saw Lance down at the end of the counter,
seated on a bar stool by himself. I hadn't really spent a lot of time alone
with Lance lately. Actually, I hadn't been alone with Lance since before
Jack left. After everyone had found out about the horrible things I'd done
to him, I had promised not to be alone with him. Then, when he and I
finally worked that out, he was already involved with Howie, and spending
his personal time with him. Then when Jack disappeared I was with Josh all
the time, and Howie, finally finding out that it was me who hurt Lance, ate
up even more of Lance's time after that.

"Hey," I said, walking over. I leaned on the counter next to Lance, being
careful to keep a little space between us. He was more or less ok around
me, after all the therapy we'd both been through, but lately he had seemed
a little skittish.

"Justin!" Lance said, sounding surprised. His green eyes darted around the
bar quickly as he smiled uncertainly. "Hey. You're not dancing?"

"I got a little bored," I lied, shrugging. "What's your excuse?"

"I just don't feel like it right now," he said, looking away.

Both of us sipped our beers, looking out across the dance floor at our
friends. Josh and Jack were grinding against each other in time to the
music, Jack's arms clasped behind Josh's neck, Josh's hands on Jack's
hips. Joey and Chris had found random girls to dance with, although I
noticed that Chris was keeping a respectable distance between himself and
his dance partner. I guess he really was serious about this thing with
Vlada. Joey, somehow exuding that baffling Joey charm, actually had two
girls fighting to dance with him, and was trying his best to please
both. Nick had some poor victim of a girl pressed against him, massaging
her ass with both hands while they gyrated to the music, and nearby,
avoiding Nick as studiously as Nick was ignoring him, was Howie, also
dancing with a random girl. I wondered if it was bothering Lance to see him
like that.

"Howie looks like he's having fun," I said carefully, watching his face. He
looked out wistfully at Howie, who didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah," Lance said, shrugging. "He says we can't dance with each other,
because, you know, people might know."

"So you don't feel like dancing at all," I said, figuring it out.

Lance nodded, looking sadly at the floor. When he looked back up at me, I
saw that I wasn't the only one in pain.

"It's hard, Justin," Lance said quietly. "It's just so hard sometimes. When
I talk to my family, they're still not really ok with it. They're trying,
but they still don't really understand. And everyone else, well, it's just
so hard worrying about who can see you, or who might have a camera, or what
people are saying. I look at Jack and Josh sometimes, and, you know, I see
how happy they are, and I wonder about me and Howie, and I wonder if we'll
ever be happy like that."

"You're not jealous of them, are you?" I asked, sipping my beer.

"No more than you," Lance answered, sipping his as well. My, weren't we
being honest?

"You know, Lance, I know we don't really hang out anymore, after, you know,
everything," I began carefully, so afraid he'd take it the wrong way. "But
if you, I don't know, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. I miss
you, Lance, and if you ever want to, you know, just hang out."

Lance swallowed, but when he looked at me he was smiling.

"I think I might like that," he said, green eyes wide. He looked
comfortable for the first time since I'd come over. "I miss you, too."

Lance reached out and put a hand on my shoulder, just resting it there, and
I smiled at him. Suddenly Howie appeared at his other side, grabbing his
arm. He jerked Lance so hard that Lance lost his balance, sliding off of
his bar stool and being forced to stand so he didn't land on the floor.

"Howie," I said carefully, watching as Lance's face twisted in panic, his
jaw trembling as he fumbled for an excuse.

"Justin," he said icily, glaring at me, his brown eyes narrowed. His
fingers were wrapped possessively around Lance's arm, squeezing hard, and
Lance actually winced a little.  "Excuse us."

Howie jerked Lance away, leading him around the opposite side of the dance
floor to the tables at the back. I couldn't catch any of the words, but I
could hear Howie's raised voice and Lance's much quieter one. I sighed and
shook my head, wondering why Howie had to be such a dick all the
time. Actually, he might have really good reasons, when you thought about
it. If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't want him hanging out with the guy who
assaulted him, either. I turned back to the dance floor, deliberately
looking past the happy tangle of Jack and Josh. I couldn't see Chris or
Joey, and Howie had pulled Lance completely out of sight, but Nick still
had that girl pressed against him, whispering in her ear as his hands
roamed all over her ass. I recognized the look on his face.  Nicky thought
he was hooking up tonight. The only question now would be whether I slept
on the couch, whether I joined in, or whether I brought someone home, too.

While I watched, though, I was amused to see Nick's plans for the evening
crumble. Four or five girls drifted over, and one of them grabbed the girl
Nick was dancing with by the arm. I'd seen this happen in clubs a thousand
times. A bunch of girls went out together, and they all expected to go home
together. As Nick stood watching, his hand still on the ass of the catch of
the day, she argued with her friend for a second, and then turned back to
Nick. I'm not sure what she said, but I watched his face, and he had the
same expression that I'd seen when he scratched out at pool, blowing a shot
that he was sure he had. The girl drifted off with her friends, waving to
Nick and making a "call me" gesture with her hands, not realizing that Nick
probably wouldn't remember her name, much less her number. Nick swore,
throwing his hands up in the air, and then stomped off toward the
bathrooms. I finished my beer and decided to follow.

Nick was bent over one of the sinks, sniffling, when I walked in. He spun
around, eyes wide, but when he saw me he grinned with relief.

"Justin," he said, wiping at his nostrils, still sniffling, as he dropped a
small bottle of some kind into his pocket with his other hand.

"Coking up in the bathroom, Nick?" I asked, sort of disgusted but really
not caring either way as I walked over to the urinals. What Nick did to
himself really wasn't my problem, but I'd be damned before I put any shit
up my nose. "How eighties."

"Fuck you," Nick said, not really meaning it, checking in the mirror to
make sure his face was clean. He walked over and stood by the urinal as I
started to piss.  "Just trying to take the edge off."

"Whatever," I said, shrugging. "Looked like you had a tiny little problem
out there a minute ago."

"Yeah," Nick said, shrugging. "I mean, what the fuck? I guess I could go
find someone else, or, you know, you'll do."

He was grinning when he said it, and I noticed again how hot he
looked. Nick was like a vase or something. Really pretty, but empty. Still,
he'd look even hotter on his knees.

"Is that why you're over here, staring at my cock?" I asked, dropping my
eyes down to it as I shook it off. Nick's, following mine, were on it,
too. I gave my dick a squeeze, feeling it start to swell. "See something
you like, Nicky?"

Nick's eyes darted around the small bathroom, stopping at mine before
dropping back down to my cock.

"Justin, this isn't really," he began, and I slid my other hand up to the
back of his neck, exerting gentle pressure. I wasn't really pushing on him
yet, but it was clear where I wanted him.

"That wasn't really what I asked, Nicky," I said, leaning in. My other hand
was stroking faster at my cock now, and I stopped for a second to grab one
of his.  Pulling it over, I pressed his palm to my shaft, and grinned when
I felt his fingers wrap around it and begin to slide up and down. I stepped
away from the urinal a little, and he stepped with me. "I asked if you saw
something you liked. Did you?"

Nick grinned, staring into my eyes, and, licking his lips, dropped to his
knees on the floor of the dirty little bathroom as the music out on the
dance floor pounded through the walls.  I had both of my hands on the back
of his head now, lacing my fingers through his hair, and was gently, but
firmly, pressing him forward.

"Yeah, I did," Nick answered, his mouth dropping open as he slid forward,
smiling.

The head of my cock slid through his lips, and I felt his tongue playing
over it. Flexing, my arms bulged, biceps tightening as I pulled him
forward, watching as my shaft slid into his mouth. His big blue eyes,
deceptively innocent, beamed up at me as he gleefully went to work on my
cock, washing his tongue over and around it. I began to pull his head back
and forth as he knelt limply in front of me, letting me have my way with
him. His mouth hung open as I used him, and I felt myself feeling better
already.

"I thought you'd like that, Nicky," I said, smiling down at him. He moaned
contentedly.  "You always like being my bitch, don't you?"

"Mmm hmmm," Nick moaned around my cock. I watched for a second as I
continued pumping in and out of his mouth. My shaft was slick and wet,
appearing and disappearing between his rosy lips.

"Yeah, I know, Nicky," I said, pushing forward again, jamming into his
throat. Nick had swallowed too many dicks to gag on it, and he knew better
than to let any teeth scrape.  "You look so fucking sexy down there on your
knees."

Nick grinned up at me around my cock, but before I could say anything else
we heard the outer door to the bathroom squeaking open. It also had an
inner door, and I jerked Nick over to the nearest stall, kicking the door
closed behind me, almost tripping since my pants were down around my
ankles. Nick had flung his arms out to keep from being smacked into the
wall, and he leaned over the toilet with his back to me. I leaned on him,
my chest to his back, my cock still hard, as we heard the inner door open.
Nick giggled a little, trying to smother it, as we heard somebody pee, then
wash his hands, and then we heard the door close again.

"That was close," Nick said, laughing. I was leaning on him still, and
realized that my cock was still hard, pressed against his ass.

"Yeah," I whispered, my hands dropping down to his hips. "But I'm still
hard, Nicky."

"Justin," Nick said, not moving, but not stopping me as my hands slid
around the waist of his pants to hover just over his belt. "We just almost
got caught."

"I know," I said, my hands crawling down to his crotch. He was hard, too,
and I began to massage his cock through his pants as he moaned. "And it
turned me on, Nicky. Feels like it did you, too. You know what I want now,
Nicky? Do you?"

"Justin, not here," he hissed, letting out another little moan as I
squeezed his cock a little harder.

"I want to fuck, Nicky," I said, letting go of him. I undid his buckle, and
then his pants.  Always prepared, I had a condom waiting in my pocket, and
I began tearing it open as I kicked his legs wider apart. "Do you want me,
Nicky?"

"Justin, what if we get caught?" Nick whispered, bracing himself against
the wall.

"Don't be such a pussy, Nicky," I said, pressing my cockhead to his ass. I
leaned forward, pressing my mouth right against his ear. "Unless you're
being my pussy."

Nick's breathing was high and shallow, and I ran my hands up and down his
back, dropping them down to stroke his ass, squeezing the cheeks, as I left
my cock there, ready.

"Last chance, Nicky," I whispered, nibbling at his ear. "Do you want to be
a good little boy, or do you want to fuck?"

"Fuck me, Justin," Nick answered, grinning. "Fuck me."

Kneeling a little, I pushed forward, my body flexing as my cock pushed
against him and then burst inside. He let out a low grunt that rose to a
yelp as I slammed forward, crashing against him as he stood rigid against
the back wall, the toilet below us. I began to pump into him, hard and
rough, the way that fucking always was with Nick and I. It was always kind
of quick and bestial with us, the definition of "fucking", really. There
was making love, like Josh and I had once, and there was fucking, which
Nick and I did often, rutting against each other as I drilled into him.

"You like that?" I asked, biting the side of his neck as he tossed his head
back against me, my arms on his stony shoulders as I slammed into him,
hearing him grunt each time I hit bottom, jabbing at his prostate.

"Harder," Nick grunted, throwing himself back against me. "Harder! Fuck me,
Justin!  Fuck me!"

"Yeah," I grunted, slamming into him, feeling his hot tunnel clench around
me.

I brought one of my hands around to the front and began to jerk him off,
wrapping my fingers around his cock. Nick moaned again as I pulled at it,
stroking him in time to my thrusts, squeezing hard. He continued throwing
himself back against me as I pushed forward, his hips slamming into
mine. We were both moaning and groaning, not even bothering to cover the
noise. We heard the bathroom door open again, and Nick tensed up for a
second, but I didn't miss a beat.

"Someone's in here," he hissed, still meeting my thrusts.

"Let's give 'em a show," I whispered back, slamming all the way into him
even harder, forcing another yelp out of him. My hand squeezed convulsively
around his cock as I thought about how hot this was, how dangerous for us
both if we got caught.

"Unh," he grunted, clenching around me again. "Fuck me!"

"Yeah," I panted, chanting it with each thrust. Nick groaned against me.

I realized that the person in the bathroom hadn't left yet, was still
standing there listening to us, and suddenly that was enough. I slammed
forward, feeling my body tense up as my hips jerked, spearing my cock into
Nick's ass as I began to unload in him.  He groaned, and I kept stroking,
finally seeing him shoot all over the back of the stall as he yelped. I
grabbed some toilet paper, pulling the condom off as I stepped back,
sliding out of him, and we both caught our breath. I dropped the mess into
the toilet, and, grabbing another sheet, cleaned Nick's cock off carefully,
knowing that he was always a little sensitive after he came. He hit the
flusher as he bent down to pull up his pants, and I pulled mine up as
well. As we stood I licked the back of his neck.

"That was fun," I said.

"Fucking hot," he agreed, fastening his buckle.

"Let's go see if they enjoyed the show," I said. "Maybe we won't be alone
tonight after all."

I pulled open the stall door, grinning, neither of us bothering to be
embarrassed. If whoever was out there had heard that much, there was no
doubt as to what we were doing, and pretending wouldn't serve any purpose.
Nick stepped out behind me, and collided with my back as I froze, my grin
slipping a little. Joey leaned on the inner bathroom door, holding it
closed to keep anyone else from entering the bathroom, his face an angry
scowl.

"Joey," I began, not sure of what I'd say.

"Enjoy the show?" Nick asked.

"Have a good time?" Joey asked, his voice harsh. "You two are in deep
shit."

Chastised, we followed him out of the bathroom.

***

To be continued.