Experience
While Harrison was lost in a drug fueled fantasy, Jack was on his way over. He called and texted, but it was obvious that Harrison’s phone was off. He sent his driver away and wandered over to Raccoon’s nondescript house. THe neighborhood was a little shady, but Jack wasn’t worried.
Jack walked up to the front door and wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do. He opened the storm door and stood there a moment. It was then that he realized the door was open. He debated going inside. What if they are right there? What if this Raccoon dude is armed? He lightly pushed on the door. As he looked inside, he saw nothing other than the dimly lit room. He went in.
I can’t believe I am doing this. I feel like a fucking criminal. Jack softly moved around once inside. There were candles that had burned down, the soft glow of a reddish light, trance music still playing in the background. He saw Harrison’s phone and glasses on the coffee table. He picked the two drinking glasses he found and smelled them. He could tell it wasn’t alcohol they were drinking, though he didn’t quite know what it was. He dipped a finger in one of the glasses, the one that Raccoon left some of the concoction in, and tasted it. He immediately felt a rush like he did when he was regularly using.
The huge cabinets of liquids, powders, pills and leaves were slightly open. Jack took a look inside. As he got closer to the hallway, he could hear the moans and sounds of sex in the bedroom. He walked past the dining room table, which was covered in boxes of vials and baggies, and checked out the kitchen. There wasn’t much to see there. Just a few bottles of chemicals that Raccoon had mixed up earlier.
By this point, things were winding down in the other room. It was already after 4 am. Jack stood at the bedroom door and listened for a bit. He could tell Harrison was probably really enjoying himself. He knew those sounds of pleasure that emanated from him. Not wanting to make a scene, Jack just wandered back outside and sat on one of the folding chairs on the front porch. More than 45 minutes passed before he decided he should just leave. Only then, it was too late. The door opened up and out came Raccoon.
“Hello there. Let me guess, you must be Jack.”
“Um, yeah. Hi. I’m guessing you’re Raccoon.” Jack said as he stood up.
Raccoon was standing there in a pair of sweats and a robe. Jack couldn’t help but look him over. Even in the dim light of dusk, he could tell Raccoon was hot.
“Come on in. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Yeah, uh, same here. Look, I wasn’t trying to…”
Raccoon cut Jack off. “Don’t worry man. I get it. He’s your boy and you are worried. It’s cool. Come on, make yourself comfortable.”
Jack went inside and sat on the couch. Raccoon went into the kitchen. He poked his head out and waved for Jack to join him. “Sorry, man, I need to whip up some tea for Scooby and myself. I’ll make you some too. I don’t want to yell from here. He’s sleeping soundly.”
“I wouldn’t mind some tea, as long as it is just tea.” Jack chuckled.
“For you it will just be tea. For Scooby it will be tea and some herbs to help him land softly. I don’t want him to crash.”
“You seem to know what you’re doing. You have quite a supply cabinet here.”
“I’ve spent years learning how to do this right. I hate guys who sell shit. I really hate guys who fuck with their customers. I want my customers to have fun and live to talk about it. What’s the fucking point of killing off your customers?”
“So you’re kind of like a self taught pharmacist-chemist. Cool. I have a colleague who has the same attitude about this stuff as you do. He’s made doing drugs fun again, I think.”
Raccoon stopped what he was doing and looked over at Jack. He had a perplexed look on his face. “A colleague? What kind of work do you do?”
“I do a lot of things. Harrison, or should I say, Scooby, hasn’t told you?”
“All he has ever said is how amazing you are. He’s never really told me anything about you. I know you’re his husband and that you must be rich considering the cash that boy always has and that he’s driven around in big black SUVs. To be honest, I’ve grown to like you and I don’t even know you. It’s all based on what Scooby, or should I say, Harrison, has told me. That kid is madly in love. I dig it. I respect that.”
Jack was taken by how Raccoon said Harrison talked about him. “Wow. That’s pretty cool.”
As he handed Jack his tea, Raccoon scooted past Jack and turned towards the hall. “I need to get this in him so he doesn’t start to come down hard. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right out.” He started down the hall and then turned around and came back. “Um, I don’t want you to think I’m hiding anything. If you want to poke your head and see that he’s ok, you can. I just know what he’s like in this state and I want him to get his rest, especially for his mind. You might be just the person he wants to see, but I don’t want to get him all riled up again. It will probably be at least an hour before he’s in better condition. Is that cool?”
“I get it. Trust me, I have lots of experience with this stuff. I wish my dealers were as caring and ethical as you are. Go take care of Harrison. I’ll be here.”
Jack made himself comfortable on Raccoon’s cozy couch. Everything about Raccoon’s place felt warm and inviting. He seemed like a decent guy too. Initially nervous about what he’d find, Jack was feeling much better about things. He decided that if Harrison could trust this guy, so should he. While he waited, Jack couldn’t help but feel his mind wander to how he and Raccoon were going to kill an hour.
***
Harrison was supposed to be dozing, but he woke up while Raccoon was dealing with Jack. He was back on the floor and riding one of the dildos they were playing with earlier. He was riding it hard.
“Aww, Scooby. You were supposed to be chilling out.”
“I can’t help it. I need this. I need to be fucked. Come fuck me, Raccoon. Or maybe even fist me! Fill me up dude!!”
Raccoon knelt down next to Harrison and handed him the cup of tea. “Drink up, Scooby, you horny fucker. You’re gonna crash hard if you don’t let yourself chill.”
Harrison leaned into Raccoon and rubbed his head on his shoulder. “Please fuck me, just a little. Then I’ll go to sleep.” Harrison took the tea and started to drink it.
“I tell you what, I’m gonna go relax in the living room. You get back in bed and get some rest. If you want, you can even take the dildo with you. Just please, Scooby, sleep, ok? I gave you some powerful stuff and I can see you’re already feeling the crash.”
Harrison was overly hyper and shaking. He was also sweating and warm. “I do feel kinda funky.”
“I think the coke kicks in too late and gets you all worked up. Please. Drink the tea and go fuck yourself to sleep. I’ll be back in a bit. When you wake up, I have a surprise for you, ok?”
“Oooh, fun! Tell me now!” Harrison chirped as Raccoon eased him back to the bed.
“Be a good little crackhead and I will make sure you find out real soon.”
“Raccoon…”
“Yes, Scooby…”
“I love you. I love you a whole fucking lot. Thanks for being so good to me.”
“I love you too, kid. You are pretty good to me too. Now, get some rest, ok? You don’t want to crash. What I gave you in the tea will help you come out of this feeling decent.”
“You and your special fucking tea. Thanks, Raccoon.”
***
“Is everything copasetic?”
“Yeah. That kid is something else. But you already know that.”
“Yep, I do. He saved my life. He’s everything to me. I can’t even describe how much I love that boy.”
Raccoon reached into one of his cabinets and pulled a dusty bottle out. He grabbed two glasses from a bar cart and opened the bottle. He poured a drink for himself and Jack. “I have no idea how old this stuff is, but I’m sure it's good. Although I don’t think I know what good port is supposed to taste like.” He set the bottle down on the coffee table and sat next to Jack. “Here’s to Scooby, also known as Harrison. The most amazing boy we will ever know.”
“Cheers to that.” Jack took a sip and recognized the taste. He grabbed the bottle and looked at it. He had this before. It was something Samuel always poured for Jack after a fisting session. “Um, where did you get this?”
“My boss gave it to me. He gives me one every year. This is the first time I’ve opened one. I don’t know, you seemed like the kind of guy who drank stuff like this.” Raccoon took another sip. “It’s not bad, actually.”
“Can I ask who your boss is? No, wait. I won’t make you do that. Is your boss a cute little Jewish kid named Samuel?”
“No fucking way. You know Samuel? How the fuck do you know Samuel Klein?”
“I guess you could say we have a business relationship, for starters. We have a bit of a personal relationship too.”
“You’re one of his fisting buddies, huh? And if you do business with him, are you somehow in the drug trade too? Wow. Harrison really left some big details out.”
“Let me fill you in on all the big details. I’m Jack Holden. If you aren’t sure who I am, just Google me. I’m not trying to brag here, but there’s no way to say any of this without sounding like a douchebag. I’m a multi-billionaire. I own companies, real estate, all kinds of stuff. I’m also a political consultant and make shit happen when it needs to. I have the most powerful politicians on speed dial. I used to own The Playground, but I turned it over to the boys who were running it quite successfully. They own it now. By default Harrison is a multi-billionaire too. Basically anyone I come in contact with that I like is set for life. I have so much fucking money I can’t give it all away, but I am trying. I gave Samuel full access to the club as long as he kept things clean. From what I know, Samuel has made an illegitimate business as legitimate as it can be. He’s a major upgrade from his asshole father. Personally, there’s a lot more to me, but we can get into that later.”
Raccoon was stunned. He had no idea the Jack Harrison kept going on about was one of the richest and most powerful people on the planet. He downed his port and poured another. He was speechless for a few minutes and then he leaned in closer to Jack. “I can’t fucking believe I’ve been drugging and fucking the husband of a guy who can destroy me.”
“No. I’m not like that. Harrison likes you. He trusts you. I can see why. I have no interest in destroying anyone. Well, unless you fuck with someone I love. Then I will fuck you up in every possible way. If you do right by me, I do even better by you.” Jack looked at Raccoon who was clearly shaken by all of this news. “I’ll bet this sobered you up pretty fucking fast.” Jack laughed as he brushed his hand through Raccoon’s thick blonde hair.
“Are you flirting with me now?” Raccoon responded by scratching the back of Jack’s neck. “Because if you are, I want to skip the bullshit and fuck you right now.”
“I was wondering how we were going to use up all this time waiting for Harrison to come back to earth.”
Raccoon took Jack’s glass from him and set it on the table. He pulled Jack into him and kissed him. The kiss was raw and passionate. He grabbed Jack’s shirt and pulled it up over his head. He then jumped up and threw his robe off. He stood in front of Jack, his tight, toned and tanned body glowing in the reddish lights. "Jack, please, look at me," Raccoon asked, his voice soft and sensual.
Jack looked up and locked gazes with Raccoon, who was now stroking his erection through his sweats. "That's it, keep watching." As their eyes remained locked, Raccoon hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and slowly pulled them down, his nine inch cock springing free. Hard, dripping with precum, Jack took in the sight, his own hands working faster on his pants, eager to free himself.
"Do you like what you see?" Raccoon taunted, stroking himself slowly.
"Yeah...of course I do." Jack moaned, his eyes fixed on Raccoon's cock. "I want it... I really want it."
With a satisfied chuckle, Raccoon stepped out of his sweats and closer to Jack, still sitting on the couch, his own small cock twitching with anticipation. "Take what you need, Jack. Take it all. I’m sure you can handle it."
Jack needed no further invitation. He slid off the couch, shedding his pants and underwear, and positioned himself on his knees in front of Raccoon. He reached for Raccoon's cock, wrapping his hand around the shaft. "Oh, fuck..." he said breathlessly as he took in the familiar scent on Raccoon’s cock, it smelled like Harrison’s ass from when he was fucking him earlier.
"That's right, worship it," Raccoon cooed, his eyes half-lidded as he enjoyed the sensation of Jack's skilled touch. Jack leaned in, took a deep breath of Harrison’s scent and let his hot breath ghost over the head of Raccoon's cock before he took it into his mouth, sucking gently.
“Ah, yeah, that’s what I needed.” Raccoon purred. As Jack eased the rest of the thick, hard cock into his mouth, Raccoon moaned softly. With his nose pressed into the patch of public hair, Jack had Raccoon’s cock as deep into his throat as he could go. He swished his tongue around and let his throat tighten around the head. He gently squeezed and pulled on Raccoon’s balls. “Fuuuck, Jack. You are as good as your boy. Fuck…”
Raccoon let Jack work his magic for a while. The pleasing sensations that Jack was giving Raccoon caused his roll to kick in slightly, pushing his arousal even higher. As Jack sucked and stroked the dealer’s cock, he felt his own cock pushing against his pants. Jack took his time pleasuring Raccoon, he was enjoying the beautiful cock he had in his mouth. After a while, Raccoon needed to take more control and he slid his hands through Jack’s hair, eventually grasping the back of Jack’s head. He held it in place as he slowly pulled almost completely out of Jack’s mouth and then slid his cock back in slowly.
“Aww yeah, you want me to fuck your face, don’t you? You are just as hungry to be used as your boy is.” Raccoon grabbed Jack’s head in both of his hands and began to thrust his cock into his mouth more vigorously. "Yeah, take it deep," Raccoon urged, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself in the pleasure. Jack easily handled the big member as Raccoon pushed it deep into his throat and back out again. “I see you lost your gag reflex sucking on that monster Scooby is packing.” Jack just hummed in agreement and looked up at Raccoon lustfully. Raccoon thrust harder and began to really fuck Jack’s face. He was amazed at how much Jack’s submission was like Harrison’s. "Fuck, I'm close..." Raccoon warned, his breath coming in short gasps. As he felt himself closing in on his climax, Raccoon abruptly pulled his cock from Jack’s mouth. “Unlike Harrison, I can’t cum a thousand times in a night.” He plopped down on the couch and spread his legs.
“That is one of his many nice attributes.” Jack said as he finally freed himself of the rest of his clothes.
“Scooby has many nice attributes.” Raccoon patted the couch. “Come on, sit next to me.”
“So do you. I can see why he likes you.” Jack slid next to Raccoon and started kissing his neck and down his chest. “You intrigue me, Raccoon.” Jack said his name with a bit of an edge to it.
“Well, that was a bit sarcastic. Are you making fun of my name?”
Jack kept kissing, licking, nipping and stroking Raccoon all over his body. “No. I like it. Much better than Rusty. It’s fun to say, that’s all.” Raccoon was leaning back and moaning as Jack continued to tenderly worship his body. “Are you called Raccoon because you like to play with trash or because you’re a stealthy night creature?”
“It’s 5 am and I’m still very much awake. You do the maaaaath…” Jack took Raccoon’s balls in his mouth as he was finishing his sentence. “Fuck me. You are a fucking pleasure bot. Damn.”
***
Jack and Raccoon continued to chat and fool around for another 30 or 40 minutes. They were really getting into one another and lost track of time. They were laying down on the couch, Jack on top of Raccoon, kissing and grinding on one another. In the meantime, Harrison was groggily coming to life again in the sanctuary. He looked around and realized he was still alone. Where the fuck did he go? He wondered where Raccoon had disappeared to. He climbed out of bed, still somewhat under the influence and almost lost his balance. Once he got himself together, he checked the bathroom. He really had to piss and wanted to get Raccoon to drink it, but he couldn’t wait. He also was horny enough that he didn’t want to waste it. He found a glass on the counter and pissed in it, drinking it all down and filling the glass again. He managed to fill the glass three times before he was finished. His cock was now fully hard. Fuck that’s good. Sorry Rac, you missed out.
Not sure where he was or what he was up to, Harrison quietly made his way into the hallway. As he tiptoed his way towards the living room he could hear voices. Hmm, did he bring someone else over to play with? I don't think he's ever done that. Whoa…did he have someone here when he was using me earlier? Harrison quietly crept a little closer so he could try to figure out what was up. He started to hear the voices and as he did he also got a better look at who was there. No fucking way! Jack?!?
His first thought was to walk in on them and join them, but as he watched he wondered if it might be more fun to see what they would do. He knelt down just at the edge of the hallway and behind a plant. He could clearly see what was going on and was basically out of view. As long as he remained quiet, he could watch Jack and Raccoon get into one another. He stroked his cock as he watched. Things did start to accelerate pretty quickly.
***
“Should you go check on Harrison?” Jack whispered in between kisses on Raccoon’s neck.
“Nah. He’s gotta be out cold. I really pushed him hard tonight. I gave him so seriously potent stuff. He’s gonna need some time to recover.” Harrison chuckled to himself at the notion that he was passed out.
"Then I want more," Jack whispered, his eyes smoldering with desire. "Take me on a journey."
Raccoon smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, we're just getting started, my eager new friend. I have something special in mind for you. Are you willing to let me give you a little something? Don’t worry, I won’t send you into orbit, just a touch of something to make things more… intense."
“Sure. But please, nothing crazy, ok? I want to be present and feel every bit of whatever you have in store for me.” Harrison was shaking. He was so turned on by this exchange and what he was about to watch. As Raccoon nudged Jack aside, he had to quickly hide himself further.
“I promise I won’t fuck you up. I’m not here to push you further than you want to go. I want you to enjoy yourself.” Raccoon stood and moved to the cabinets and searched around. He opened a bottle with a clear liquid in it. He took a sniff and then measured out a small amount and then poured it into a glass. He ducked into the kitchen and brought out two bottles of water and dumped the liquid into one of the bottles of water. He searched through a few jars of pills and took two out.
Returning to the couch, where Jack was lying down, he handed the spiked water and one of the pills to him. “I’m pretty sure you have had G before. This is a custom mix that I convinced Samuel to have produced. It will make you relaxed, but still alert. It is also going to amp up your horniness even more than you already are. The pill is your standard ecstasy single stack. It’s cleaner and much better than anything you’ve had before, unless you’ve been sampling what is sold at your club.”
“I haven’t had either in a while, so be patient with me if I don’t react the way you think I will.” Jack popped the pill in his mouth and washed it down with the water. “Just curious, how long will this last?” Jack asked as he finished off the water. “And why no G for you?”
Raccoon popped his pill and drank some water. “Well no G for me because I’ve already been partying and I’m still rolling a bit. As far as how long it will last? Well. Long enough for me to use your ass for a while and then turn you over to Harrison so I can watch him use your ass. Maybe even enough so both of us can work you over together. How does that sound?”
“That sounds fucking amazing. Fuck. This is not how I anticipated this night would go.”
Oh my fucking God. Harrison said to himself, as he stroked himself a little harder. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Fuck. This is fucking amazing. God I love Raccoon. And Jack, oh dear Jack, you are in for quite a time. FUCK! I can’t wait to get in on this. This went from the shittiest night ever to something fucking epic.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Raccoon got up and wandered over to a closet. He pulled out a black silk scarf. He climbed back on top of Jack, straddling him. He took his wrists and bound them together above his head, tying the scarf to the arm of the couch.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked, his voice a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The G was starting to take effect.
"I'm taking control, Jack," Raccoon purred, his eyes glowing with lust. "I want you completely at my mercy. You like when someone takes control, don’t you?"
Jack's heart raced as he realized the dynamics of the night had shifted. He was now under the influence of drugs that he trusted were exactly what Raccoon said they were and was completely vulnerable, at the mercy of Raccoon's desires. "Oh, fuck… I…uh…maybe we should…" he breathed, his chest heaving.
"Shhh...Jack." Raccoon soothed, his fingers trailing softly down Jack's chest. "Just relax and let go. I promise to take good care of you."
Yeah, Jack, you can trust him. He’s gonna blow your fucking mind. Just go with it. Harrison really wanted to just barge in and tell Jack it would be ok. He knew Jack could handle anything Raccoon could dish out. He also knew that Raccoon was not an abusive lover. He was going to be sensual and thoughtful, not harsh and demanding.
As Jack lay back, surrendering to Raccoon's will, he felt him explore his bound body with lips and tongue, tasting and teasing. He nipped at Jack's neck, leaving marks that he could show Harrison later. The drugs were slowly kicking in for Raccoon. They were hitting much faster for Jack.
"Ah! Oh, that feels so good," Jack moaned, his body squirming as Raccoon's mouth worked its way down his chest.
"I want to hear you, Jack," Raccoon whispered, his hot breath fanning over a sensitive nipple. "Let me hear how much you're enjoying this."
"Oh! Fuck... I love it," Jack cried out, his body arching as Raccoon's tongue swirled around his nipple. "Fuck yesssss…so gooood…"
With a soft chuckle, Raccoon kept working his way down Jack's flat stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites. He reached Jack's cock, hard and throbbing, and paused, looking up at him with a devilish grin. “Aww, isn’t this so cute.” He said teasingly as he licked the head and pulled away. “Small dicks are so under-appreciated. Yours is so adorable.” He flicked his thumb over the head.
"Please..." Jack begged, his hips bucking gently, seeking stimulation.
“Please what, Jack? Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to swallow it all down," Jack panted, his body shaking with anticipation. “Please Raccoon…”
He took Jack's cock in his mouth, sucking gently, his hands caressing his thighs. Jack's head thrashed from side to side as he moaned, his body rigid with pleasure. "Oh, fuck! Your mouth... it's amazing," he cried out, his hands clenched into fists above his head as he struggled against the restraints.
Raccoon hummed softly, the vibrations causing Jack's cock to twitch. Jack moaned softly in response. Raccoon continued to hum, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through Jack's body. His mouth worked expertly, his tongue swirling and teasing, driving Jack wild. Harison was close to losing it himself, knowing full well how good Raccoon’s mouth felt on his cock.
"I'm... I'm close!" Jack warned, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His body was now trembling and he was feeling euphoric. The drugs were now in full effect. Jack was rolling hard.
Raccoon pulled away and laughed. “Oh no, not yet. You’ll release when I’m ready for you to.” Jack groaned in frustration, his hands jerking against the restraints, his body quivering. Jack tried to catch his breath as Raccoon leaned back, wiping his mouth. "You taste delicious, Jack. But I have something special planned for you."
The world around Jack blurred further, and a deep sense of euphoria washed over him. He felt like he hadn’t in a long time. The feelings of being in an altered state and letting boys do whatever they wanted to him were rushing back to him. Raccoon's hands swept over Jack's body, caressing and squeezing, as he carefully guided him through the journey Jack had asked for. Harrison's heart raced, and he couldn't suppress the whimpers and moans that escaped his lips. Raccoon turned and looked back towards the hall. Fortunately for Harrison, he didn’t notice him. Raccoon just attributed it to the drugs making him a little paranoid.
"Ready to feel something really good?" Raccoon asked, his voice low and husky. Before Jack could respond, Raccoon had lifted Jack’s legs up and he dove into Jack’s hole with his tongue. The drug dealer lapped at his hole making it wet and slick. “Mmmmm, this hole is going to open up really easily, isn’t it? Man, you and Scooby have so much in common. Hungry, hungry sluts.”
Jack's eyes widened as Raccoon's fingers easily slid into his hole. Raccoon teased with fingers from both hands as he guided them in and around Jack’s hole, stretching and pulling, poking and prodding. He began to pull his fingers and thumb and ease his hand into Jack's entrance, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed it completely inside. Jack's eyes rolled back, a low moan escaping his lips as the movement of Raccoon’s hand sent shivers up his spine.
"That's it, take it all," Raccoon encouraged, his hand slowly sliding further in the abyss that is Jack’s ass. He leaned in, his lips brushing Jack's ear as he whispered. "You're mine tonight, and I'm gonna use you however I want. That’s ok, right?”
Jack's breath caught in his throat, a surge of excitement and submission washing over him. "Please... whatever you want…," he begged, his body yearning to be used. With a grin, Raccoon increased the speed of his hand, now deeper inside. Jack’s hips began to thrust, matching the pace of Raccoon’s pistoning. His moans filled the room, each one louder than the last.
"Fuck yeah, take that fist!" Raccoon exclaimed, his own cock pulsating with desire. "You like being my little fist slut, don't you? Fuck. You make me as fucking crazy as your boys does. God fucking damn."
"Yes!" Jack cried out, the word dripping with lust and desperation. Raccoon was now almost elbow deep and fucking Jack furiously with his arm. It felt like he was tearing him open, but the pleasure was indescribable.
Raccoon's expert fisting had Jack sinking into his subspace. His hips bucked, his moans filling the room with their primal rhythm. As the pace intensified, both of Raccoon's arms were plunging into Jack’s hungry hole. His movements became more aggressive and he quickly began punch fisting Jack’s ass harder and harder. Jack's eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip to muffle his cries, the pleasure bordering on pain. Raccoon was going places he didn’t expect. He wanted to wreck Jack’s hole.
As the intensity of Raccoon’s fisting and Jack’s wailing was reaching a fever pitch, Harrison lost control of himself. Harrison moaned, the sound pleading. His hand tightened around his cock and he jerked himself harder and faster. With a sharp cry, Harrsion came, his cock throbbing as he fell back, taking the plant down with him. He shot cum all over himself, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
“Scooby!” Raccoon whispered loudly. “What the fuck? Just get out here.” Jack was so lost in his own state of arousal that he didn’t even notice Raccoon calling out to Harrison. He did notice, however, that Raccoon had stopped fisting him.
“Why? Please don’t stop…” Jack cried out desperately.
"Don’t worry, buddy. We're not done yet, my eager little slut," Raccoon teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. A shiver of anticipation ran down Jack's spine as he wondered what other delights Raccoon had in store for him.
“Sorry. I-I-I…”
“Shush.” Raccoon took one of his lube covered hands and grabbed Harrison by the head and pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed him hard, making him groan with pleasure. “Do you need to be fisted too? Or do you want to get in on this?”
“Both.” Harrison responded. Raccoon grabbed Harrison’s hand and positioned it at Jack's entrance and slowly eased it inside. Jack's entire body quaked with each gentle thrust, the pace a contrast to the feverish heat of Raccoon’s punching.
“Ohhhhh…fuuuuck…” Jack looked up and saw Harrison. He shook his head, first thinking this was just a hallucination. “Harrison?” As he realized it was him, Jack’s face lit up.
With a grin, Harrison directed his gaze towards Raccoon before locking eyes with Jack. They both became mesmerized by the intensity in each other's eyes, lost in their own little world. "It's me, Jack," Harrison finally spoke, breaking the spell.
"You're so beautiful, sexy boy," Jack sighed, his breath coming in short gasps. "I love him.” Jack glanced over at Raccoon.
“Yeah, he’s fucking awesome. I love him too.” Harrsion moved in to kiss Raccoon. They made out with a heated intensity. Jack just moaned, feeling Harrison’s arm slowly gliding in and out of his ass. As they kissed, Raccoon began to slide his hand into Jack’s ass alongside Harrison’s. The two arms stretched Jack’s hole open wide. They continued to kiss as they both deliberately worked their arms deeper into Jack. Jack moaned loudly as the drugs and the two boys fisting him sent him into orbit.
"Want you to fuck me," Harrison begged Raccoon, his words muffled as he continued to make out with him.
“I want you to fuck him.”
Without a word, Harrison slid his arm out and positioned himself behind Jack, raising his legs up just enough to plunge his monster cock deep into Jack. He pushed Jack almost in half as he leaned into him to make out with him. As Harrison began to thrust his cock into Jack, Raccoon got behind him and thrust himself into his ass. With his cock in Jack and Raccoon’s cock in him, Harrison maneuvered his hips so he was fucking himself on Raccoon’s cock and fucking Jack. Each of them were hitting a different place in their high, yet somehow it all seemed to work.
"Harder!" Harrison demanded, his voice hoarse, the drugs heightening his senses. Raccoon obliged, increasing the pace and force of his movements, which in turn increased the force in his fucking Jack. The room was filled with the wet, slap sound of flesh on flesh, accompanied by all of their incessant moans and cries for more.
"You like this, don't you, Scooby?" Raccoon asked, his voice strained with effort and lust.
"Oh fuck yes!" Harrison screamed as Raccoon thrust deeper, hitting all the right spots and he thrust harder into a trembling, sweating, ecstatic Jack. The drugs intensified the experience, making Jack feel like he was floating in a cloud of ecstasy.
As Raccoon was brought to the brink of orgasm, he slowed the pace, teasing and denying the young man's pleading body. "Please... don’t stop yet.” Harrison begged, his voice desperate.
“I have to…like fucking now…” Raccoon’s rock-hard cock was pounding away at Harrison’s hole. His eyes rolled back as the thick cock stretched him open. Raccoon's hands gripped Harrison's thighs, steadying himself as he began to piston his hips. The relentless pace soon had Harrison crying out in ecstasy. The sensation of being filled by Raccoon's thick member, the buzz of the drugs, and the kinky atmosphere sent him over the edge. He came, pumping his seed deep into his true love’s gut, as he did so often and loved so much.
Harrison’s body convulsed around Raccoon's cock making him shoot soon after, his roar of release mingling with Harrison's cries as he filled the boy with a flood of sperm. Finally, Jack felt a dam burst within him. With a final, frenzied cry, he came undone, his body convulsing around Harrison’s huge tool. Waves of ecstasy washed over him, each one more intense than the last, as he came hard.
Raccoon slowly pulled out, allowing Harrison to savor the aftermath of their passionate voyage. As he separated himself from Harrison, he leaned back on the other arm of the couch. Harrison gently removed his cock from Jack and softly stroked his sweating body, murmuring soothing words. Harrison simply collapsed on top of Jack, their bodies glistening with sweat.
As they caught their breath, Harrison felt a sense of satisfaction and exhaustion wash over him. Raccoon, too, seemed content, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as he surveyed their post-coital bodies. Jack was still rolling hard.
"That was... incredible," Jack managed to whisper, his voice strained. He then jerked his still tied up hands, “please?”
“Oh fuck, of course Jack.” Raccoon quickly jumped off the couch and untied Jack. Once he was free, Jack immediately pulled Harrison in for a hug.
“Fuck. I love you so fucking much. So. Fucking. Much.”
“Oh Jack, I love you more than I can even explain.”
Jack and Harrison kissed passionately. Raccoon was touched by the way Jack and Harrison interacted with one another. He’d only heard Harrison talk about his love for Jack, now he was seeing it first hand. It made him shed a few happy tears. He knelt beside them on the couch.
"That was... incredible," Raccoon breathed, his hands gently caressing their faces.
***
Jack and Harrison stayed a little longer with Raccoon. They mainly just cuddled and hung out letting their highs come down. They were bunched up on the couch with Harrison snuggled between Jack on his lap and Raccoon leaning on his shoulder. Despite the precautions Raccoon had taken, suddenly Harrison started to quietly panic. He didn’t say anything at first, but he was starting to feel really sad, then angry. He was able to keep it to himself until he started to tense up and sweat. His body started to vibrate and it was clear he was becoming agitated.
“Hey, Harrison, what’s wrong?” Jack asked worriedly, his own roll ever slowing, but still prevalent.
“No. Nothing. I’m fine.” Harrison snapped.
“Scooby, you’re sweating like crazy and shaking. Something’s up. You gotta tell me what is happening so I can help you. Please.” Raccoon had never seen Harrison react this way.
“I said I’m fucking fine!” Harrison shouted as he pushed both men away and jumped up from the couch. He started towards the door and probably realized he was naked, so he turned for the bedroom. He turned around again and looked over at Jack and Raccoon. He just stared at them and then he broke down. “No! I’m not fucking fine. I’m a fucking piece of shit.” He dropped to the floor crying. Raccoon looked over at Jack hoping he might know what this outbreak was all about.
“Him and Aidan had a rough time last night. Harrison did some pretty awful things and I think now that he’s coming down, he’s starting to realize what happened.”
“I fucking raped and probably hurt my friend! FUCK! I can’t believe what I did. Jack…” Harrison looked up at Jack with tears flowing from his eyes. “Jack. I’m a bad person. How could I do that? I fucking blacked out. I didn’t even know what I was doing.”
Jack knelt down and wrapped his arms around Harrison. “No, Harrison, you aren’t a bad person. You lost control. We need to get that figured out. You didn’t mean it.”
Harrison pushed Jack away forcefully and turned to him, “how can you say I didn’t mean it? How the fuck do you know? I fucking forced my fist up his ass. He was screaming. I can see his face. He was so sad.”
Jack got back up and offered his hand, Harrison reluctantly took it. Once they were standing, Jack hugged him tightly. Harrison cried into his shoulder, squeezing Jack with his arms, his hands still balled up in fists. “Harrison. It’s ok. We’ll get you through this.” Suddenly Jack was feeling very sober. “You need some help. You’re not a piece of shit. You’re just going through some stuff.” Jack pushed Harrison back a bit and held him by his shoulder with one hand and caressed his face with the other. “Your mind is all over the place right now. You’ve probably used up all of the chemicals in your brain. Calm down. I’m here for you. Raccoon is here for you. Ok?”
Raccoon stood up and hesitantly walked towards them. Jack nodded, letting him know it was ok to approach. He put his hand on Harrison’s shoulder and leaned his head against Harrison’s. “Scooby. I’m gonna take care of you. Jack is gonna take care of you. We love you man.” Harrison was still trembling and sobbing.
“Maybe you have something like a Xanax to calm him down? Some of your tea would be cool.” Jack suggested to Raccoon.
“I was thinking that, but I was worried you wouldn’t want me to give him anything anymore. I might have already made things bad enough.” Raccoon seemed a bit dejected.
“Hey, don’t feel that way. You can’t control everything, you guys were having fun. I’m sure he needed the escape. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m happy he came to you instead of going to some fucker who didn’t care about him. If a Xanax is what you would give him if I wasn’t here, then that’s what you should do. You know your stuff.” Jack helped Harrison back to the couch and held him. “You know I love you, sexy boy.”
“I love you Jack. Please forgive me.”
“I forgive you. We’re still going to talk about this in more depth, but right now I just want you to know that you’re loved and you’re going to be fine.”
Before Raccoon went for the Xanax and tea, he slipped his sweats on. Jack also grabbed his underwear and pants. It just seemed like things weren’t very sexy at the moment. Raccoon came and sat next to Harrison and offered him a pill and some water. Harrison swallowed both down and leaned into Jack. “I think I want to go home.”
“Sure, we can go. Just chill a minute. Let me get your clothes.”
“I’ll grab them. They’re in the bedroom.” Raccoon dashed off to find Harrison’s clothes.
Jack pulled out his phone and saw several messages. A few were from CJ, who was completely geeking out over his night with Troye Sivan. They consisted of mostly words in all caps and lots of exclamation points and emojis. He sent some adorable pictures that Jack decided he would look at later. There were several messages from Aidan as well.
thx for making me feel better
ur fucking awesome
dont wanna be here now
2many feelings
dillon said i cld chill w him
i think i need that now dont u?
luv u jack zaddy
hope harry is ok…i mean that
As Harrison got dressed, Jack dashed off a quick reply.
Harrison is ok…mostly. Dillon is a good idea. Let’s talk in the next day or so. Love you too studboy.
He then texted for a driver.
“I’m so sorry I ruined everything. This was an awesome fucking night I will never forget. Fuck. I don’t think it will be possible to forget that journey. Fucking dogs! So crazy. You’re fucking awesome Raccoon, I’m glad I made you hook up with me so long ago. Hehe.”
“Yeah, you totally broke my streak of not sleeping with customers. Whatever, it’s worth it. And you didn’t ruin anything. Coming down is tough, especially with all the shit I gave you. It’s even tougher when you’ve got things going on. Call me later? Let me know how you’re doing?” Raccoon handed Harrison a paper bag. “This is in case you are still stressed later. Some Xanax, some herbs for more tea, and some excellent pot. The other stuff in here is for you and Jack to use someday when things are not so crazy. You two are fucking magical together. You deserve a party night of your own. It’s literally the best shit I sell. There’s four double stacks, you really only need one each for a good night. I wouldn’t advise taking more than that.” Raccoon gave Harrison a strong hug and then kissed him.
“Thanks, man. I’ve been wanting to party with Jack again. It’s been a long time. He might be old, but he can kick it with the best of us.”
Jack shot Harrison a little side eye. “Old, huh? I can kick it and I can kick your ass. Step aside, brat.” Jack nudged Harrison out of the way and hugged Raccoon. “Harrison is right, you are pretty fucking awesome. Thanks for so much fun and thanks especially for taking care of Harrison. That means a lot to me.” Jack turned and looked back at Harrison. “He really is everything to me.”
“Alright dudes, this was a wild time. Let’s do this again. No stress next time! And Jack, I’m glad I finally got to meet the amazing man Harrison can never shut up about. I owe you a real journey sometime. Just say when. Peace, boys.”
***
Harrison wrapped his arms around Jack in the back of the car and held onto him for dear life. For a little while he didn’t say anything. He soon realized that they would be at the Chicago apartment pretty quickly. That’s not what Harrison considered home. He tapped the speaker button and called out to the driver, surprising Jack. “Hey, um, Gary, could you take us to Milwaukee instead? You know, to our place there?”
“Of course, Mr. Harrison.” Since they were both technically ‘Mr. Holden’, the drivers all called Harrison ‘Mr. Harrison’.
“Aidan isn’t at the apartment, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“No, Jack. It’s not that. I think home means something different to me than it does you. I mean, you have all kinds of houses and apartments, but do you even consider any of those places home?”
“I consider anywhere that I am with you home. That could be anywhere. Do you think of our place in Milwaukee as home?”
“I do. It is the first place that ever felt like I had a home. The mansion was cool, but too big and creepy. The Chicago apartment is fucking amazing, but Aidan has a room there, Justin has a room there, everyone hangs out there when we’re in Chicago. It’s not really a home for me.”
“I get it. Why haven’t you said anything? We don’t need to hang out there. Honestly, before you boys all came into my life, I rarely spent time there unless it was to fuck around.”
“I don’t know. But, Milwaukee is home for me for two reasons. First, we reclaimed it from your dark past. We made it something fun and full of love, instead of the place you were afraid of. The other reason is that we created that home together. We totally gutted it and redid it so it would be ours. From furniture to art to everything, we did it all together. That means a whole fucking lot to me. Oh, and my name is on the mailbox. I’ve never had my name on a mailbox anywhere.”
“Alright then, the penthouse is home.”
“I mean, seriously. It’s a fucking ahhhmaaaazing place. You said you built it to be for you, well instead we made it for us. Remember what I said to you after you told the horrible story about Alex?”
“Go ahead and refresh my memory. I want to hear you say it again.”
“Hehe. I told you we needed to go up there and erase those demons. You and me, together, were going to make new memories up there. Good ones. Happy ones. Sexy fucking ones.”
“And just like I said that night, I have no idea what I did to deserve you.”
Harrison started to laugh heartily and poke at Jack teasingly. “And I told you I was your fucking prize for surviving all that bullshit!” He climbed up on Jack’s lap and wrapped his arms around him. He leaned his head against Jack’s, smiling widely. “And I still am your prize. You’re mine too. You saved me as much as I saved you.” They kissed passionately, as passionately as they did the first night they met.
“When we get home, let’s just forget about everything for another day. I know we have stuff to talk about, but let's just be with each other. Cool?”
“Very cool. I can’t think of anything better than to hold you, kiss, you and fuck you, then fuck you some more.”
“You horny little boy.”
“Your horny little boy.” The car had stopped moving. Jack glanced out the window. They were stuck on the highway in a pretty serious traffic jam. “It looks like this traffic isn’t going to let up. We might be a while.”
“That means you have time to suck my dick.”
“I guess I do, horny little boy.” Jack quickly knelt down on the floor in front of Harison, undid his pants and began to worship and suck his cock.
While Jack swallowed Harrison’s monster cock, their phones buzzed again. It was the millionth message from CJ who desperately wanted to talk about his experience with Troye Sivan. “Um, we might need to do one thing though. If CJ hasn’t spontaneously combusted already, he is going to if we don’t talk to him. He’s freaking out of his fucking mind over his night with Troye.”
“Shall we call him now?
Harrison dialed CJ’s number on his phone and put it on speaker. It barely rang when CJ answered.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! I GOT PLOWED BY TROYE FUCKING SIVAN!!! HOLY FUUUUUUCK!!!! OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER!!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!! HARRY!! DID YOU HEAR ME!!!”
“Deaf children in China can hear you, CJ. Calm down and tell us all about it. Jack and I are both here, and we’re stuck in traffic, so you have lots of time to tell us every last detail.”
“Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ughhhhhh! I am so excited Harry! HI JACK!!”
Jack waved at the phone as he continued to suck on Harrison. “Jack waved hi. So, go on, let’s hear all about it.”
“Why isn’t Jack saying anything? Why is he waving?”
“If you must know, Jack has ten inches of boy cock down his throat. He’s not really able to talk.”
“Harry, you horny little bastard. Ok, then, here goes…”
