There are a lot of things Jack isn't...

Not Mine

Jack wasn't intelligent enough to be the voice of a union like Jeremiah. He wasn't sly enough to steal credit cards and get away with it like Angel. He definitely was not strong enough to fight like Bobby did. When his brothers described him though they might use the words innocent, naive, gullible and wide eyed.

To his brother's that is what made him. It was what you would notice and remember about him. On their own level they were right but they were not gay or bi-sexual and they had never had sex with him.

If they were gay or bi-sexual though they would know the first thing you noticed about him was his slim body, his perfect hip, his rounded ass, his 'fuck me' lips, his 'come hither' eyes and his long 'wrap around the waist' legs.

If they had, had sex with him they would know what you remember about him was that he could fuck for hours, he could deep throat, he had a tight ass, soft hands,he knew how to bounce on a dick and a million other different positions.

All his brothers will never know this though..... except Bobby. Bobby had noticed this when Jack was sixteen.... well almost sixteen. And Jack was very happy that Bobby noticed him and all he could give him when the lights were out and everyone was asleep.

Jack was just mad that Bobby wasn't the first one to have noticed. The first man to ever notice how 'GOOD' Jack could be was before he even knew what 'that' was. When Jack's long legs were still just tiny limbs and his perfects hips were just lots of baby fat.

It had been his mother's dealer and he had been seven. His mother had been a drug addict, passed out on the floor who owed money. And Jack, her son was her only way of payment.

When Child Services had found him he was eight and turning tricks for things him and his mom needed like food, rent money and of course his mom's precious drugs.

So he was put in three foster homes in four years. He considered that the foster bastards that read his past history must have got hard ons thinking about the 'slut' they were taking in because at the end of the day he always found himself broken in a new way.

But he learned to live with it and make it better. If he relaxed and moved his hips with the bastard's thrust then the guy would cum faster. The men who wore the suits and hid their fucked up kinks in their foster son's room wouldn't beat him if he played the good whore and he obliged. At times drugs helped him through it too.

In the end though they always sent him away. Some one always became suspicious of why his son was always bruised, or strung out on drugs or wondered why he always had dried sperm on the seat of his little underwear.. Sometimes it was the guys wife or girlfriend or older child or...... but in the end he was always sent away.

That is why when he was twelve and found out he was going to stay with a women named Evelyn Mercer he was almost happy. A women.... with no husband.... pretty old, which meant no boyfriend. He was almost happy that this time he might have a permanent home.

But he had learned a long time ago not to get his hopes up. So when he moved in and found out that there was one other boy living there and two others who came home at least once a week to stay. He curled back up in his cocoon of drugs and wait for the bad things to start again.

But they didn't. If anything, the opposite happened. He had brothers. He trusted them and they took care of him. They actually wanted to protect him and didn't want anything for it.

Jack couldn't help it though. He guessed that when things looked good he had to ruin it. He was fourteen when he found out he was in love with Bobby. He thought about how much of a freak he must be. All the times he cried after being fucked just to want another guy's dick in him. But that was the thing. Bobby wasn't just another guy.

That is why when Jack followed Bobby one night and saw him getting a blow job from a guy in an alley he knew he had a chance because if being close to Bobby meant giving good blow jobs, well..... Jack could do that.

So in the morning when everyone was asleep he went into Bobby's room and uncovered his hard on that showed through his boxers. He slowly slid the boxers off. He sat on one side of the bed. Then gracefully he bent down and took Bobby's entire cock in his mouth at once. Deep throating for Jack at fifteen was pretty easy because he learned how to do it perfectly when he was eleven.

Bobby didn't wake but just kept humping his hips up to meet Jack's lips. It didn't take long for Bobby to come and Jack to swallow and it even took less time for Bobby to wake. When he did he was furious.

He shook Jack and asked him what the hell was wrong with him. Jack cried and told him he just wanted Bobby to like him a little like Jack loved him. Bobby was shocked but in the end nodded and kissed Jack on his swollen lips.

Bobby told him he couldn't have sex with him until he was eighteen. For Jack that was a weak excuse and took him out of his element. All he had was sex. How was he going to show Bobby how 'good' he could be with out his only talent.

So he made up for it and gave Bobby a lot of blow jobs. Then one night Bobby had stopped him as he was licking his balls and asked him why he always felt obligated to go down on him.

Jack had answered there was no other way that Jack was able to tell him how much he loved him. He just wasn't good at anything else. Bobby had told him to sing him a song. Jack did. Then Bobby had hit him on the back of the head and said, " See your good at something. You got a voice like an angel and anytime you sing I know it's for me and only me."

And that's how it was and Bobby even got him a guitar saying that he would be Jack's number one fan. So every time Jack played the guitar and sang it was for Bobby. It was him saying 'I love you'

But then after a while but way before Jack's eighteenth birthday, Jack couldn't wait. So while Bobby was asleep (and like always he had a hard on) Jack climbed on top of him and worked Bobby's cock inside of him.

When Bobby woke up he didn't have time to be pissed or even to think because he was cumming too hard. Jack couldn't blame him. For both of them that became their favorite position. Jack was in control but Bobby was still on top.

Then Bobby left to play Hockey and didn't come back. He called and said it was all going to be alright and it was all going to work out but Jack knew a lot of the time that Bobby called he was drunk.

So Jack became rebellious. Jack went to New York and played his guitar for everyone besides Bobby. Then when the money ran out from his low paying gigs he went back to the profession he knew 'oh so' well.

Then his mother was murdered. They all came back.... even Bobby. And the first night Bobby held him while he tried to sleep. He did the same thing the second and third night. Bobby told him that he didn't have sex with anyone since him and that made Jack feel like a piece if shit.

Bobby tried to protect him from watching him kill the bastards that killed their ma. He wasn't even there when Bobby killed Sweets but he was there at the police station to fix the bruises the damn cops gave him.

He found it amusing how Jeremiah's wife was there to pick him up when the cops pushed him to hard and how Angel's ' Vida Loca' was there for him and how he was there for Bobby. Like he was Bobby's..... what ever.

So after it was all over he wanted to be with Bobby. He tried climbing on his dick like he did so many other times. But instead his brother told him to play his music while he listened. Jack's heart almost broke. His brother didn't want him any more.

But as he played his brother kissed him and held him and whispered all that romantic shit in his ear like he was a girl. Jack loved it. Then Bobby told him he loved him. More then a brother and so much more then anything he even understood. Jack didn't have to say anything because as he sang and strummed the strings he knew Bobby knew.

So, yeah. He would never be as smart as Jeremiah, as coy as Angel or as strong as Bobby.

But with his large eyes, his long legs, his guitar and his voice he thought..... maybe he had everything he would ever need.

And having Bobby also helped!)


THE END!