Jack and The Bean Stalk

We’d been out dancing. Max and Lachlan and me and Buck and Jack.

It was really early Sunday morning, the sun was threatening to come up, but hadn’t yet.

I’d made tea. Lachlan was rolling joints. Buck was showing Jack his new iMac.

Jack, actually, has the perfect set of genes for me. Italian. His real name is Giacomo, but he’s known as Jack. Buck calls him Jack-off, I guess for obvious reasons.

Jack has thick, black hair. And the perfect bulge in the front of his jeans. I don't think about him that way, I never have. He's been a friend for too long, not to mention now being Buck's boyfriend. You would have thought that I'd have been attracted to him from the moment I met him? But I didn't. I never have, actually. He's always been a friend, a lovely friend, or someone's boyfriend. First, he was Con’s boyfriend, and then Bucks, kind of unexpectedly.

That has changed lately, yesterday and the last time I was on drugs, something happened in my brain. Yes, the last two times. Suddenly, out of the blue, for no apparent reason, I've tuned into the Jack's, er, sexiness. Yes, like all good Italian boys, he packs a great pants bulge. Like an inverted triangle; the very tip is attached at his arse and the rest just flows out into the full bloom of something beautiful. Bumping out, creasing in the middle at the bend in his bulge; lying sideways, coiled perfectly to the left.

Kissed until they are ten, packed, and checked daily by their mothers until they are sixteen. With all that love and all that nurturing, how can they not turn out to be the prettiest peckers ever.

We were in jangly, jitter, post party morning; we were operating in staccato; strobe was the mood – big eyes, broken movements, short sentences. I was sitting on the floor with my elbows on the coffee table. Buck and Jack were on the couch opposite, playing with the iMac. Jack was sitting level with my eye height. Buck and Jack were chatting together, lost in each other's company and new technology. I was drifting, listening to music; quiet, subdued, really patchy. I think I had the twitches. I was facing Jack directly. I was just naturally looking at his lap, they were the levels we just happened to be at.

Naturally, Buck has told me about Jack's dick. Big, thick, uncut. A monster, from all accounts. "Well, a beautiful monster," said Buck.

Nice and full, like a fist, pushed out, packed, pulsing. Or was I pulsing? I was looking before I even knew that I was. Gazing off into the distance before I focussed in on it, without ever meaning to. Just pulling my eyes from out of focus into focus and that’s where I just happened to be looking. Something beautiful, I couldn't help but look. I was drinking it in. There was something solid and tubular, thick, seemingly straining, a little, at the wrap of the denim. He's got nice, thick thighs to frame it.

Jack fills his jeans, mighty fine. I gazed at him, bulging out, freely.

Max and Lachlan came back. I barely remember them. Oh, messy, I admit. Really out of it. I think my third was kicking in. I sat up and tried to talk, but it was difficult. I just felt like lying still and letting the moment wash over me. Lachlan and Jack were rolling joints. The joints seemed to be coming from all directions.

I glance at Jack. He was looking at the iMac screen, smoking. His eyes darted away from my glance, as I looked up. He glanced back, smiling. He looked away. Oh, yes. I see, I thought. You've noticed me looking.

Oops. But then, you know, my drug addled brain kicked in and where I went to look away, somehow in the next second I’d forgotten not to look.

Buck was in explanation mode, in Jack's ear.

Jack was smiling, coyly. Blushing. He spread his legs to push forward – I’m gazing at his package, and then it moves and then slides towards me. I’m pretty sure his cock was pointing upwards, to his face. I can see the outline of the big vein that runs underneath, pushing up into the denim of his jeans. – to give the joint to Lachlan. But Lachlan doesn't respond.

"So, who... " said Jack.

I look up to see him looking over at me. As our eyes meet, Jack laughs, kind of self-conscious. Tries to subdue the smile. I take the smoke, he goes back to Buck. Jack glances back at me, he is blushing, and then he looks away.

I keep my gaze on his face, to see what he is looking at. He keeps sneaking looks at me. Smiling. Turned on, just the smallest bit, maybe, I don’t really know, of course. He was twitchy. And distracted.

He looked at me. He looked again. He glanced for a third time, to see me catch him looking again. He smiled. He looked back at the iMac.

He looked. He looked again. He waited a moment, then he looked again. The cheeky smile staid on his face.

"Jack?" I said. He looked instantly. I hold the joint out to him. He stopped smiling and took the joint.

"Thanks."

I sit back down on the floor and rested my head in my hands, with my elbows on the coffee table. I exhaled deeply. Jack glanced down at me. I smiled and raised my eyebrows. He looked back at the iMac screen.

I'm exhausted. I wonder what time it is? I want to go to bed, but I can't summon the energy to head upstairs. Besides, I'm in the middle of obsessing about Jack. I usually obsess about someone when I'm on pills and powders, usually someone out, who I flirt with gently. It's never normally with friends, you just don’t do that. No, that never, normally, happens. But, there I am, obsessing about Jack. Not sure why? But there you go.

The TV is on. At some stage there was a Will & Grace DVD playing.

I close my eyes, it is peaceful, quiet. I wonder what I am doing? I should just go to bed.

Lachlan is laughing.

Max is telling a story.

I open my eyes up to Jack's legs. Up a fraction more. His legs are open to me, little Jack is pushing up against the denim. Quite a mound. A hand suddenly goes over Jack's bulge. Now, it looks like he is feeling himself up. It's hot. He seems to have the same thought at the same moment, and the hand disappears again.

Nobody can see me, except Jack, my hands are around my face. I followed the stitching through the middle of the pants, from underneath. Slid my eyes over the contours of his balls. Slid my tongue up his shaft. Sniffed his pubic hair. And what a nice Italian boy, is he, I thought.

I slid my eyes up to Jack's face. His eyes darted back to the iMac. He was wide-eyed. His face was intense. He was smiling broadly. He was blushing... flushing red.

He glanced back. Smiled, as he looked away.

Glanced back. Smiled, as he looked away.

Glanced back at me. The smile didn't come off his face.

He looked at me and made big eyes, quickly. He held my gaze, looked away beaming, despite himself.

I've never seen him look so handsome.

Max and Lachlan left. It must be time for me to go to bed, I thought. Time to stop.

I say good night, and leave Jack and Buck on the couch and go to bed.