Fucking Jack : Part 1


(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

Chapter One

18-year-old Corey Harmon sat in his bedroom, staring at his computer monitor. The face of a handsome young man was glowing on the screen. It was a picture of his work acquaintance, Jack Walters, age nineteen, grinning from ear-to-ear. Corey had pulled the photo off Jack's Facebook profile, and placed it in a folder on his computer he had made called 'Boys I wanna Fuck'.

Corey was gay, and when he had sex, he always played the dominate 'top'...that is how he liked it. And he was devising a plan to entice the heterosexual Jack and get what he wanted from the young man's . However, he'd never went quite this far before, and he was getting nervous. He knew Jack was straight and even had a girlfriend. However, that didn't matter to Corey this time. On many occasions in the past, Corey had set his sights on certain boys, but when he found out they were straight, he left them alone. But with Jack, he couldn't seem to just walk away. He worked side-by-side with him every week at the grocery store, stocking shelves, and he had become obsessed with the college student. His voice, his scent, the way he walked - every aspect of Jack Walters was driving Corey wild. And he was going to fuck Jack, one way or another.

Corey had friends around his own age in gay circles all over the county. He was a fairly popular young man in the homosexual community, hanging out in area gay bars and he had hooked-up with many young men through sites on the internet. Corey was a , fresh out of High School, and could get any guy he wanted. Recently, though, all the other guys had paled in comparison to the unattainable Jack, who Corey had been working with for about six weeks now. From the first day, all those weeks ago, when Jack strutted into Holiday Market as the new stock-, Corey had been aroused by him. Corey couldn't shake that image: Jack's narrow figure, wearing skinny faded jeans and a tight t-shirt, sauntering in the automatic glass doors, his hips swaying back-and-forth, his arms casually swinging at his sides. Corey, who was standing near the front of the store, sweeping the floor near the check-out lanes, stared at Jack. When their eyes locked, Jack smiled warmly at Corey.

Now, six weeks later, the strong feelings Corey had for Jack had only gotten stronger - more intense! Corey had searched his feelings, thinking deeply about how he felt for this new stock-boy. It wasn't love, it was just lust. He was attracted to Jack's appearance: thin but with an athletic build, short dirty-blonde hair, startling blue eyes, and a boyishly-handsome face. It definitely wasn't Jack's personality that Corey was attracted to. Jack was very quiet at work - shy and timid and never said anything that wasn't directly work related. Jack was a boring person, in Corey's opinion. The only thing that wasn't boring about Jack Walter's was his round little ass and that bulge of manhood which both perfectly filled out his tight blue jeans. And those features were the reason Corey Harmon now had to get inside those pants and have some fun.

Corey had made up his mind: He was actually going to offer Jack money to have sex with him. It was something he'd never done before, but he was getting desperate. And Corey had gotten the idea from something Jack himself had said. One day, during their lunch break, one of the cashiers, Megan, was telling a story about a stock-boy who used to work at the store named Mark.

"Mark Rider would do anything," Megan said to Jack and Corey, who were sitting at a small break table in the stock room. "One time he dropped his sandwich right on this floor and one of the other guys dared him to pick it up and eat it."
"Did he?" Corey asked, looking down at the always-dirty store room floor.
"Yeah!" Megan said, her eyes growing wide, amazed all over again. "Of course, we paid him to do it. We gave him five bucks! But, yeah, the idiot ate that whole sandwich right off this nasty floor!"
"Shit, I'd do that for five bucks!" Jack pipped in. "There isn't much I wouldn't do for money right now. I'm saving as much as I can."

Megan laughed, then said, "Oh, yeah, how much would we have to pay you to fuck that ugly fat girl that works over in produce?"
Jack cocked back his head, thinking over the proposition. "Well, let's see," he said, his eyes searching the room. "Hmmmm...Five hundred. I'd fuck her for five-hundred dollars."
Both Corey and Megan started to laugh.

"I'm fuckin' serious," Jack said, with a smile. "I need the money. Pay me five hundred and I'll do her right now on top of this break table and my girlfriend can even watch us. I don't care!"

And that is the moment it hit Corey: I could pay this shameless money-hungry slut five-hundred dollars to let me fuck him. Corey really had sensed that Jack was totally serious when he said he'd do anything for money. So, Corey wasn't going to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He was going to drive over to the store and approach Jack and offer him cash for sex.

Corey had drawn the money out of his savings account earlier that afternoon and he knew Jack was working at Holiday Market right now. It was Monday evening, Corey's night off, but Jack always worked the closing shift on Monday and would be getting off work at 7 pm. Corey looked at the round wall clock, hanging over his desk. It was 6:15. Forty-five minutes and he'd have his answer right there in the Holiday Market parking lot.

Corey stood up from the desk and walked over to the full-length mirror mounted on his closet door. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and flexed his arms in the mirror. Corey was sexy - a real twink-type, standing about 5' 10", with a round boyish face, clear green eyes and dark brown hair that he wore in a short buzz-cut. He had a slim, average build, and a slight tan, just enough to give him a visible tan-line. He winked at his own reflection. Corey knew he was a hottie. He had fucked so many boys he could no longer remember all of them. And Jack Walters would just be another notch on his belt - another face in the crowd.

Corey dropped his shorts and boxers to marvel at his own sex organ: a large, uncut piece of manhood, 2 inches thick, over seven inches limp, and almost eleven inches long when it was hard. The huge cock was shrouded in a thick curly bush of solid pubic hair, almost in a perfect triangle above the massive tool.

Corey's big balls dangled low under his penis in a hairy sack. He stared at his package and smiled. He was so proud of his big dick. I could be a porn star with this thing, he thought to himself. He stuffed the monster rocket back in his boxers and pulled up his khaki shorts, then headed for the bedroom door, grabbing his wallet off the dresser as he went. It was time to make Jack an offer he couldn't refuse.

*** Chapter 2

Corey lived with his divorced Mother and younger brother in a two-story brick house on Walnut Street that they had inherited when Corey's great-grandmother passed away two years earlier. Corey liked the house because he had the whole upstairs to himself, and could have boys up to his room without his Mom knowing. He headed out the front door, down the stone pathway to the garage, jumped in his Pontiac Firebird and tore out of the driveway, slinging gravel.

He couldn't wait to get to the grocery store and talk to Jack about this proposition. Gay or straight, five-hundred dollars is five-hundred dollars, right? About two blocks from the store, Corey pulled up to a stop sign at an intersection. On the opposite corner of the street, in a vacant lot, Corey spied two of his friends. They were sitting on the hood of a pickup truck, laughing, drinking soda, and talking. Corey looked at the digital radio clock in the dashboard. It was only 6:30. He had a few minutes to hang out with them, so he pulled onto the lot.

"Corey!" Devon Phelps said, as Corey stepped out of the Firebird. "I haven't seen you in weeks, dude! What have you been up to?"
Corey walked over to Devon, and the two boys hugged. "Not much, man. Just working and chillin' out when I can."
"I hear that," Devon said, shaking his head. "You want a root beer?" Devon reached into a cooler full of ice in the bed of the pickup and retrieved a frosty canned soda.

"Yeah, I'll take one," Corey said, grabbing the can, then popping the top. The froth from the root beer ran over the sides of the cold tin cylinder as Corey chugged down the icy beverage.
"Where ya heading?" Kyle Schmidt asked, climbing down from the hood of his dust-covered Chevy pickup.
"Over to the store to see my buddy, Jack," Corey told the boys. "I have a business proposition for him."
"Oh, really?" Devon said, smirking. "What kind of proposition?"
"I'm gonna pay him to let me fuck him," Corey said, nonchalantly, then guzzled more root beer.

"Seriously?" Kyle said, his eyes wide with astonishment.
"Seriously," Corey said, with a no-nonsense look on his face.
"I knew you were gay, Corey, but..." Kyle started, then stopped abruptly. "You sure you want to pay somebody for sex?"
"I want that kid's ass," Corey said, crumpling his empty soda can and tossing it on the ground. "I get what I want."
"You've had everybody you want already," Devon reminded his friend. "I mean, you get more cock in a week than I've ever had pussy my whole life."
"I've even had you once," Corey said, with a sly grin. "Or don't you recall?"
"I was ," Devon said, blushing. He turned away from Corey and walked toward the pickup truck with his head down.

It was true. On a cold Winter's night, the previous year, Corey and Devon, who had drunk a few beers, made out and then Corey sucked his friend to climax, and afterwards, fucked him. Devon was Corey's type: A real , 18 years old, about 5'6", a naturally smooth body except for his dark pubic hair, with a small-featured, almost elfish face, thick wavy black hair that he grew out over his eyes and ears, and a big cock and nice supple buttocks. Corey had always had a strong crush on cute little Devon. And on that lonely night about six months ago, Corey had seduced his drunken friend. But now, standing in this vacant lot on Taylor Avenue, Devon was sober.

"You have a hot little arse, Dev," Corey said.
"Stop it," Devon muttered, stuffing his hands deep in his pants pockets and looking off in the distance. The sun was setting in the West. "Beautiful sky tonight."
"Don't try to change the subject, man," Corey almost demanded. "I had you, and you liked it."

Kyle snickered. Devon whirled back around and stormed up to Corey, looking the taller boy right in the eyes.
"You fucked the shit outta me with that big-ass thing!" Devon blurted out, gesturing to Corey's crotch. "I couldn't walk for two fuckin' days, Dude! I had to tell my mom I threw my back out lifting boxes at work. I lost two days pay cause I couldn't go in to my job! You really hurt me! How big is it anyway, Corey? Twelve inches?"

Devon walked away again, sighing and kicking Corey's discarded soda can across the empty lot.
"No, it's only eleven inches," Corey said, almost bragging. "But you were close enough. You're not much smaller. I sucked your's that same night. It was at least ten inches. Goddamn, you shot a big load for me that night!"
"Fuck, do you have to spill all this in front of Kyle?!" Devon asked, his voice almost pleading. "I mean, I'm sure he don't wanna hear all this shit...!"

"I actually find all of this very intriguing," Kyle said, folding his arms over his chest and stepping closer to Corey. "Tell me, how much did he cum? Did you drink it?"
"No, I spit it right back in his face," Corey said. "I made this little bitch drink his own jizz."

"That's enough!" Devon stammered, stomping his feet on the concrete. "I mean it, Corey...knock it the fuck off!"
"Or what?" Corey asked, almost threateningly. He walked right up to Devon and bumped the shorter boy's chest with his own.
Devon's eyes grew wide with intimidation, and he stepped back a couple feet. "Or, I won't be your friend anymore."

Corey smiled and rolled his eyes. "Gimme a break, Dev! Jeez!"
"I'm serious," Devon said, clenching his fists. "I don't have to put up with this. Okay, so you 'had me'. Well, like I said, I was drunker than dog shit, okay. It was no big deal."
"Whatever, man," Corey said, looking over at Kyle and grinning slyly. "I still think you liked it and never will forget it."
Devon shook his head sadly and muttered something under his breath, walking away from the other two boys.

"Kyle, I gotta run," Corey said, shaking his friend's hand. "Gonna go get me some straight ass tonight."
"Has he agreed to this already?" Kyle asked, enthusiastically.
"No, not yet," Corey said. "But he told me one time he'd do anything for money, so...I have five-hundred in cash that says he will be mine tonight."
"Holy shit!" Kyle said, smacking his forehead with his hand. "Five-hundred bucks! I'd let you fuck me for that much cash!"
"Some other time, Kyle," Corey said, with a laugh. "The only tight little ass on my mind right now belongs to Jack Walters."

As Corey opened the door of his Firebird, Kyle grabbed him by the arm. "Can I watch?"
"What? Are you serious?" Corey asked, in disbelief.
"Yeah, I've never seen real before," Kyle said. "Just curious about it, Corey. I want to see you break this guy."

Devon came walking over, eyeing Kyle. "Seriously, Kyle? You want to watch that poor Jack kid get split open by space shuttle pants here? C'mon, dude, it's gonna make you sick."
"I don't think so," Kyle said, only glancing at Devon momentarily. "I really want to see this."
"Fine by me," Corey said, with a nod. "Let's go."


Kyle excitedly ran to his pickup truck.
"Kyle! What about me?" Devon said, aggravated. "I rode with you!"
"Get in and shut up, Devon!" Kyle yelled.
"Damn it!" Devon grumbled, but he had no choice but to climb into the cab of the truck.

Kyle, with Devon unwillingly riding shotgun, followed Corey's Pontiac to the parking lot of Holiday Market. It was almost closing time, and the parking lot was empty except for a couple employee cars - one of the cars was Jack's. Corey parked and Kyle pulled into a space next to the Firebird. Corey came over to the pickup and stopped next to the driver's side window.

"I'll wait by the front doors until Jack comes out," Corey told his two friends. "Then, I'll make the offer. If he excepts, we'll be heading back over to my place and you guys can watch me fuck him."
"I'll just wait outside," Devon said, staring straight out the windshield, a blank expression on his face.

"Suit yourself," Corey said. "Anyway, Kyle, you can watch me fuck Devon. My mom and brother are out of town until Friday. I can have sex all over the house."
"Awesome!" Kyle said, slapping the steering wheel. He looked at his wrist watch. "It's almost seven."
"I know," Corey said, patting the truck door frame and then walking over to the front of the grocery store.
"He's a pervert, Kyle," Devon said. "Nothing but a slutty pervert anymore."

"We've known him since grade school, man," Kyle argued. "He's our friend. He needs our support, Dev."
"I think I supported him enough when he had that big rod he calls a dick rammed so far up my skinny ass I could taste the damn thing in my mouth. I'm done supporting that faggot."
"He's done a lot for you, man," Kyle reminded Devon. "He loaned you money for your car repairs last Summer and everything. When your Dad was in the hospital, Corey was the only one that came up there to spend time with you besides me. He even sent flowers. Where was James or Spencer or Amanda? None of them showed..."

"I know, okay!" Devon said, throwing up his hands. "I just don't think he should be soliciting for sex. That's all. That's my only qualm with it."
"Qualm? What the fuck does that mean?" Kyle asked, puzzled, his brow furrowed.
"Oh, never mind," Devon said, with disgust.

Moments later, Jack came swaggering out of the store, the manager locking the automated doors behind him. Corey was leaning against the building next to the doors.
"Hey, Jack!" Corey said, and Jack spun toward him.
"Oh, hey, Corey," Jack said. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I actually wanted to talk to you," Corey said, and started to walk next to Jack.
As the boys crossed the parking lot, moving toward Jack's car, Corey started to explain.

"Jack, I'll get right to the point," Corey said. "Do you remember how you said one time you'd do anything for money?"
Jack thought about it for a minute, hesitated, and then said, "Uh, yeah, I remember sayin' something like that. Why?"
"Well, I have some money, and I need a favor," Corey told his co-worker.
They reached Jack's car and Corey pulled out his wallet. "Five hundred smackeroos...cash!" he said, and slammed the money down on the trunk lid.

"Five-hundred!" Jack said, and stumbled back from the pile of bills. "What for?"
"Nothing too bad," Corey said, smiling. He leaned against the bumper of the vehicle. "Just let me fuck you, and the money is your's."
Jack's gaze left the wad of cash and he slowly looked over at Corey, a bewildered expression on his face. "Excuse me? Come again?"

"I haven't even 'cum' once yet," Corey joked. "How can I come again."
Corey laughed, but Jack didn't. "Did you say you wanted to fuck me?"
Corey nodded. "Yep, and I'll pay you."
"You are one sick fuck, Harmon," Jack said, starting to shake his head and back away. "I mean, when I said that I'd do anything for money, I meant within reason, ya know...?"
"No, you said anything," Corey told him. "And letting me fuck you falls in that category."

"No way, Dude," Jack said, looking around the parking lot, but nobody else was around. The store was closed and all the customers and other employees had already left. "Listen, I need to get going."
Corey clenched his teeth. "Wait a fuckin' minute, Jack! You lied to me then. You said you'd do anything...even fuck that fat bitch, Cindy, over in produce. Look at me! I'm a Hell of a lot sexier than Cindy!"
"You're a guy!" Jack said. "I'm not gay!"

"Ever heard of gay for pay?" Corey asked, impatiently tapping his .
"Y-yeah," Jack stuttered. "But it's just not for me, I'm sorry."

Meanwhile, back in Kyle's pickup, Kyle and Devon could hear Jack and Corey raising their voices to each other and they knew things were not going well.
"We better get over there and keep them from fighting," Kyle said.
"Good idea," Devon said, nervously.
Corey's two friends left the pickup truck and headed over toward Corey and Jack.

The sun had set, it was dark now. The parking lot was bathed in a greenish glow from street lights above, as Kyle and Devon made it to Corey's side.
"Listen, Corey," Jack was saying, "I don't care about the money...who the fuck are these guys?"
"We're Corey's friends," Kyle spoke up.
"Good," Jack said, sarcastically. "He can for free. I'm outta here!"

Jack grabbed the handle and pulled open the driver's side door on his car, but Corey lunged at him, grappled Jack around the waist and clamped his hand over Jack's mouth.
"Help me!" Corey shouted, and instinctively, Kyle ran over and grabbed Jack's wrists, holding them together. Jack struggled and tried to scream but his voice was muffled.

Devon didn't know what to do. He looked left and right, but the parking lot and street were deserted. Devon bit his lip, but decided to help his friends. Devon rushed over, grabbed Jack's legs and hoisted them up.
"Let's get him in my pickup!" Kyle instructed, and they carried the over-powered boy to the rusty Chevy.

Once they got to the truck, Corey and Devon restrained Jack while Kyle opened the tailgate. They rolled Jack into the dirty truck bed and all three boys hopped in after him. Jack tried to scramble to his feet and managed to yelp out a "Help!" but Corey tackled him flat on his stomach and covered his mouth again.

Kicking and struggling, Jack writhed in the grime of the truck bed, but Corey was more powerful. While Corey kept Jack pinned face-down, Kyle fished in a tool box and found some pieces of rope and a roll of duct tape. Quickly, and without a word, the boys tied Jack's hands behind his back with the rope and put a strip of the grey tape over his mouth. Jack was protesting, but they couldn't make out what he was saying through the tape.
"Oh, my God!" Devon said, suddenly. "What have we done?!"

"I'm gonna get me some hot boy-pussy tonight," Corey said, with an almost sinister grin. "Let's get this piece of shit back to my house."

*** Chapter Three

Kyle drove and Devon and Corey kept Jack restrained in the bed of the truck. The night was silent, the town was dead after 7 pm on a quiet Monday evening. They passed one car on their way back to Corey's house. Kyle pulled the truck into the driveway and stopped in front of the garage. Corey looked around to make sure nobody was around...it was all clear. Devon helped Corey drag Jack out of the truck bed, and Kyle ran around to the back to assist, as well. The three 18-year-olds dragged the 19-year-old into the house, against his will, slamming and locking the front door behind them.

"Get his ass upstairs!" Corey ordered, and Devon and Kyle obliged, pulling and pushing the helpless Jack up the narrow, winding staircase. They dragged the tied-up teen to Corey's room and threw him on the bed. Jack bounced back-first on the springy mattress, his hands still secured with rope behind him. Devon and Kyle pressed him flat on the mattress, pushing down on his shoulders and chest. Jack wiggled, bucked and kicked. Corey grabbed a gym bag out of his closet.

"It's time to get serious," Corey announced, stripping his tee-shirt off. "Here's where the real fun is at!"

Corey sat down on the end of the bed, as it rocked with Jack's struggling movements, and unzipped the gym bag. Inside were various sex , including a pair of wrist and ankle restraints. Corey tossed the wrist restraints up to Devon and Kyle so they could strap Jack's hands to the headboard, while Corey fastened his legs down with the ankle restraints.

Corey pulled Jack's Nike sneakers off and tossed them on the hardwood of the bedroom floor, then stripped the sweaty socks off the poor boy's feet. Working quickly, Corey put the leather straps around Jack's ankles, buckled them tightly closed, and fastened the restraints to the foot of the bed. Jack tried to kick his legs, but was unable to move much at all. By now, Devon and Kyle had wrestled Jack's arms out from behind him, secured them in the straps and tied him to the headboard of the twin bed. Jack was spread wide in all directions.

With Devon and Kyle sitting on either side of Jack, Corey stood at the foot of the bed, examining what they trio had accomplished. He finally had Jack Walters at his mercy.
"You arrogant little fuck!" Corey said to Jack, who was still trying to escape the binds with no luck. "Look at you! Look at you now, Jack! Is this what you wanted? You could have just let me fuck you and had your money and everything...but NO! You had to piss me off. Now look at where you're at, my friend. I'm gonna fuck you anyway, and you're not even gonna get paid."

"Yeah, but he's gonna get laid!" Kyle said, cackling with delight.
Jack looked over at Kyle, with pleading eyes. But Kyle just laughed right in his face.

Corey glanced over at Devon, who had been reluctant only moments before. But now Devon was eyeing the bound boy up and down, almost smiling while he rubbed his hand over Jack's tight tee-shirt.

"Let's get this off," Devon said, pulling out a pocket knife. Jack's eyes widened with fear and he froze. Using his knife, Devon cut a slit at the collar of Jack's shirt and then he and Kyle grabbed the shirt on either side and ripped it in half. Jack's athletic chest and stomach were suddenly revealed: his two big pink nipples popped out, his hairy belly-button suddenly in plain view. Jack whimpered through the duct tape but couldn't do anything to stop them. Devon and Kyle shredded the shirt in ragged pieces and finally removed all of it, leaving Jack's whole upper body exposed. Corey smiled.

Devon and Kyle both laid on their sides next to the shirtless young man and started to caress his bare chest and stomach.

"Yeah, feel him up," Corey said, still standing at the foot of the bed, swaying back and forth and rubbing his crotch through his shorts. "Get him ready for me!"

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO.....

Pages : 1
Post your review/reply.
Allow us to process your personal data?

Online porn video at mobile phone