In Jack's Bed
Part 3 of the Jack the Lad series
About: It's the morning after the night in the bar, and James wakes up in
Jack's bed. There, they get into a carnal make out session, with hot
rimming and more scorching anal sex. Later, Jack takes James to a
carnival, where they have an unexpected altercation with James' father,
and Jack gets a steamy blow job in the Tunnel of Horrors.
Excerpt: I was 16 again, and a long, dark hallway stretched before me. On either
side, open doorways lined this corridor, yawning wide like dark, hungry
mouths. From the other end of the hall, I heard his voice, and I stood
still in terror. My heart rammed against my rib cage. Sweat beaded my
brow. I had to force myself to breathe.
"James Ratherton Smith."
He only used my full name when he planned to beat me. "You have failed
me. You have failed your family. You are a poor excuse for a man."
footsteps boomed down the hallway. I heard the thwack of a belt hitting
his palm. I looked to the left, to the right, peering in the blackness
of the nearest doorways, searching for my mother. But she was nowhere to
be found, and Father knew that. He always picked days when Mother was
out to give me one of his "make you a real man," beatings.
as the cruel leather of the belt stung my back, I woke up screaming.
Big, warm arms enveloped me, and I almost fought them off, briefly
mistaking the touch for my father's. Then Jack's soothing voice joined
the caress, and I settled into his strong embrace.
"You okay?" He spoke softly, and I curled tighter against his chest.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I sighed into the fine hair peppering his pecs. "Just a nightmare."
I looked at him, gave a shaky smile, looked away. "My father."
cupped my chin, tugging at it to make me gaze into his eyes again. His
grin was compassionate. "So…what's the deal with your father?"
"In his world, it's quite simple." I sighed. "If a man is gay, he's not a man."
gave a disgusted scoff and rolled his eyes. "He's stewing in prejudice,
if you ask me. And who decides, exactly, what makes a 'real' man and
I kissed him quickly, glad for his comfort, his
nearness. "You couldn't be more right. Dad left the real world a long
time ago. For him, it's still 1965, and he's still a young sergeant in
the military. Anyone who doesn’t live by his lifestyle rules is wrong."
talked some more of my childhood, but when I gently asked questions of
Jack's life, he evaded the topic. I let it go. If he wasn't comfortable
sharing that side of himself yet, I respected that. I couldn't know what
he'd been through in his past. Maybe the memories just cut too deep to
bring to the surface.
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