Jack Black in Santa Fe

By if.tenep.nona@361452na

Published on Oct 4, 1995

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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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