Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2004 09:41:40 -0800 (PST)
From: cal ritchie <calritchie2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jack Chapter 2

Jack continues the narrative

I felt my cock grow again as I thought about Matt.

He'd be 21 by now. When was the last time I'd seen him? Must be a coupla
years at least, and I'd found out so much more about the boy the last time
I'd been home.

I smiled to myself at the memory, and looked once more, back into the room,
watching Adam's arched back, his cock up to the bush in Scott's loving
mouth, jerking and thrusting against the tight lips that held him, and I
thought of Matt.

It had been the previous summer. I'd been back to visit him and his
guardian, Alice, but he was away in his last few semesters at college. Matt
had been orphaned early, and his Mon's friend had brought him up. I'd
helped out whenever I could, and had grown close to the family.

That day I'd turned up, Alice was intent on giving his room as clean-out,
but as she had enormous respect for Matt's privacy, she'd promised him she
wouldn't go in there. So she asked me to take care of it and to give the
room a 'dust around' since Matt trusted me as much as anyone else in the
world, and so it was that I was allowed to enter his private domain, taking
with me a vacuum cleaner and some dust bags.

It was the usual student room, though there were more pictures of muscle
guys on the walls than pin-ups, plus a picture of one particular
body-builder who I sure wouldn't have thrown out of my bed.

I vacuumed for a while, taking care to shift the cupboards as I cleaned,
but it was when I came to clean under the bed, that I found the real
treasure - there was something pushed into a bag way under the bed and
against the wall.

I pulled the bed out, and picked up the bag.

It was when I saw the stash of gay magazines and the shiny, life-like
plastic dildo that I came to understand Matt, and feeling, right there and
then, almost the same sort of thrill as when I'd experienced my own first
youthful orgasm. There's no feeling quite like it and that feeling never
comes back in quite the same way, and it was during that afternoon in his
room that I determined to re-new my acquaintance with him.

I sat on the bed, flicking through the stroke mags, amused at the familiar
feel of pages glued together with young cum, then I rested the cold,
pliable dildo against my lips, and my cock became harder just knowing where
this fake prick had been.

I held it to my nose.

Matt had thoroughly cleaned it, but as I closed my eyes I could imagine the
boy sliding it, well greased, inside him, and feeling the bulging realistic
cock-head moving into him, dragging against the walls of his ass.

It was like returning, briefly, to my own childhood, though I'd been well
experience with guys by the time I was his age. My mind somehow retained
the image of Matt with the dildo up inside him; if he'd been like me, he'd
have slid the dildo in, then knelt on the floor with the other end hard
against his heels, then leaned back so he could keep it tightly there while
he stroked.

It was a very intense experience, and it usually made the spunk fly a whole
lot further.

And now here I was in his bedroom, imagining him muscular, young, and
stripped off and whacking off over the pictures of these dudes, with the
fake length filling him. I reached over and pulled out the drawer that was
set into the side of the bed.

Sure enough, there was a box of tissues.

I crept over to the door and locked it quietly and then, as if I was a
teenager again, I unzipped my slacks, and slipped out my very hard, very
long, immensely leaking cock, while I looked for an image in one of the
magazines, just like Matt would have done.

I found one.

It was a guy auto-fellating with the uncut head of his cock between his
lips, cum dribbling down the sides while another guy had a fist in his ass
up to the wrist. The image made me rock-hard, and I looked down my meat
while I beat it.

I hadn't had solo sex for a long time - there'd always been a stud on hand
to hold it or suck it (or take it up the ass) - so this was a welcome
return to an experience I hadn't had since I was - hey - 15?

I'd forgotten just how much pleasure there was in simply self-pleasuring -
to be able to control the stroke and speed - and the more I fondled my
balls and stroked my nipples, the hotter I became. It felt good, and it was
sad that I'd forgotten just how good.

I was really keyed up; just being in his room with the door locked, and
Alice downstairs - who might come up here any minute and tap on the door -
added an extra, nerve-jangling edge; like having a guy's zipper open in the
bushes, or at the movies. You never knew if or when you were going to be
found out, and a climax began to build within me. I speeded up, 'til my
fist became blurred, and my jaw sagged opened as a sort of reflex, just the
way it used to, and my spunk started to spurt.

I shot into my hand, and tried to contain the swirling mass, while I
grabbed some tissues to catch it. My shaft was pumping and jerking in my
hand - adding to the pleasure - and I checked that I hadn't sprayed any of
it onto the sheets, as my meat pulsed out of control. I scooped more
tissues out of the box and soaked up the jizz as best I could.

The male-sweat smell, mingled with cum, filled the room and my nostrils. It
was the same scent I got from sucking a cock through a glory hole, an
intensely private smell, though usually shared with two or more people.

I cleaned myself up, straightened my clothes then put the magazines and
dildo back in the bag as I'd found them, and went downstairs with the dust
bags and vacuum, as though nothing had happened.

"Gee, you must have worked hard up there, Jack," said Alice, as she greeted
me, "you're a little flushed. You'd better sit down and have a cuppa
coffee. Can't have you young guys straining yourselves too much!"

Back on the veranda, as the sounds of sighing and grunting and gasping cut
into my thoughts, I realised that my cock was fully hard again, and raising
the towel like a tent pole - my thoughts of Matt had filled me with an
animal craving, and a renewed lust for sex, so I crushed out my last
cigarette on the balcony rail, turned and headed for the bed.

Adam was squatting on Scott, whose cock was right up his ass, and he
half-turned towards me, with a greeting smile.  "Jack!" he cried. "Welcome
back. We thought you'd become bored with your birthday party!"  I said
nothing, but reached over and squeezed some lube onto my hand then, holding
my throbbing shaft in one hand, I coated it with the other.

I knelt on the bed, and shoved forward, up behind Adam. He'd been watching
me all the time, then realising my intention, his eyes widened, and his jaw
dropped.

"No, Jack," his voice was quiet, but had mild panic in it. "Not two...!"
"C'mon, baby," I cooed, shoving my cock against his ring and against
Scott's occupying hard-on.  "You can take it. Just relax."  He tried to
squirm off Scott's dick, but I held him tight.  "Relax, Adam," Scott said
quietly, looking hard at me. "Jack, for fuck's sake be careful."  I pushed
in further, shoving Adam's back gently with my hand and bending the boy
further over Scott, as I reached under him and ran my fingers round the
distended sphincter ring, filled with my lover's cock.

I slid in slowly, as the boy stiffened then gave out a low, gasping,
wretched moan, which rose sharply as my length drove painfully into him,
and on through his protesting hole, stretching it as it let me enter the
inner regions of his body. I felt my prick slide against Scott's as we both
filled the boy. Adam began to thrash about; thighs spread wide and arms
flailing hopelessly back, impaled on both of us, and unable to reach his
second tormentor.

"Aaaaggghhhhhh! JACK!!!" he shrieked, "You BASTARD! YOU'RE SPLITTING ME!!!"
"No I'm not, you little cunt - just relax!" I hissed, as I pushed in the
rest of me, to laying it alongside Scott's in the boy's asshole.

Adam was slavering now - pain had given way to a shivering, shuddering,
ecstatic disbelief that he had these two large cocks in his ass and, as I
reached round to jack him, Adam looked down at this enormous erection of
his that I was stroking, an erection seemed to come from his own pubic
bush, but was bigger than he'd seen it before.

"Jack!" he moaned, "You're too big! You'll ruin my ass!!! Aaaaggghhh!!!"
"Calm down, Adam," I whispered in his ear, "don't tell me that those seven
guys you balled didn't do some double-entry book-keeping at some
stage. C'mon!!"

I slid steadily in and out, as the boy's cries rose again, while Scott took
his lead from me and we both moved together, so that Adam had us both up
and pumping him at the same pace.  We gradually increased the tempo, and as
the it rose, Adam flopped back against my chest, his own cock now sending
wide splashes of precum flying onto Scott's chest and face. The boy's moans
had now become a long wail, as he flopped this way and that, cock as hard
as a steel bar, but his body limp and shining with sweat, as Scott and I
filled his bowels.

"Aaaahhhhh!!!...I...I...I'm...gonna...c...c..cum, Jack!" he cried, weakly,
so I beat his meat harder, realising that I was soon going to be cumming,
not least because of the delicious experience of Scott's cock sliding
against mine. Body scents and smells arose from us, as Adam perspired
freely, Scott gripping his waist tightly, fingers digging into the boy's
flesh, as he started to jerk beneath Adam and me, and I could feel my
lover's prick pump and jerk against mine as I realised we were all in the
same state.

"Let it rip, Adam!!" I cried, hoarsely, slamming into the boy, feeling
Scott's hard-muscled cock spreading and swelling, almost at the point of
cumming, then...


...suddenly my body shook uncontrollably, and I shuddered against Adam's
back as I felt Scott's meat expand and blow, making my cock-head burn with
the heat of our twin orgasms as they flooded the boy's ass. At that point,
Adam gave out with an agonized scream, as the two cargoes of cum hit his
insides, triggering his own climax, erupting over Scott, and the pillow
behind him.

He spat his cum repeatedly, brutally expelling more and more juice, jerking
and twitching, sandwiched between the two of us, our climaxes ripping him
apart as they peaked, and then gradually ebbed again.

I lay against Adam's soaking back, feeling him quiver, still moaning, but
now a gentler, weaker and wearier sound.

My thoughts were not of now.

My thoughts were of Matt. I wanted to see him again.