pickup!jack abbot who shares his hobbies with you when comfortable :pp. to most people it wouldn't be a big deal, even questions to someone when you first meet but you have to understand jack is an alone creature. during the darkest period of his life he isolated viciously from other people. he saw it as not the best thing to do but the only thing to do :///. although jack never succumbed despite temptations he turned himself around by pouring into activities. activities that turned his brain off. this included fishing hunting shooting tinkering, he was never much into golf or gardening. jack doesn't expect to let other people into his life, to exist with someone else until you came along :)).
when jack takes you on a trip in his ford you end up in a kind of forest resort. "oh this is nice" you say to him, glancing over to him sat in the driver's side. he shakes his head with a short gruff noise punched out. you're confused, "what?" jack replies, "we're not going in the resort" "oh" "i know a place off the map that's a million times better." jack barely lets you take one step out without laying his coat on you :)), regardless of the most tamest breeze tousling the day. the fabric is heavy, worn but not tattered, the tags completely washed out and it stinks of jack :p. "stick close to me doll". you want to cling onto jack's arm :) but keep it in :/ opting to just hold his hand, which smothers yours.
jack, with his backpack, leads you off the resort's clear trail to an area where the forest is far thicker, the air clearer, there's less trash on the ground, less shoe tracks in the dirt. "jack..." you take it all in :o, "its beautiful" "there's a lake near by" "are you gonna fish?" "yep" you see something swirl in jack's face and you're convinced he's going to bite his tongue, before he speaks up. "do you fish? i could teach ya" :ppp "i'd love you to! but maybe next time" you wanna watch him "hope i don't bore ya then sweets". the lake is a plane of clear blue and it stretches impressively wide. your breath is snatched away :ooo as jack takes out his fishing rod. "what are you fishing?" "plannin for bass" "is it hard?" "everything can be darling". you watch as jack sets up without a drop of effort. you're mostly watching the flexing of his arms :). jack looks up at you, "i don't want you getting bo-" you cut him off, "i won't jack. promise" "you can tell me if you do peach" jack slaps a fly off his neck, "don't expect you sit and watch 'n old man play fisherman." you smile.
as the sun moves in the sky above you two you lean back on jack's jacket, he'd placed on the ground for you grumbling about "don't need to get dirty over me". the sun lights jack just right, and if you're honest seeing him this in the zone and knowledgable is attractive :p. he's patient as he waits for the reward to come to him, and when he does get a small-sized bass on his hook and reels it out his eyes are on you, "ya know largemouth bass are most active close to sunset and like to stick kinda close to the edge from migrating alone". his words are flowing through you like water though. jack's arms are glistening with droplets sliding down, sweat softly splotching his shirt :ss. "but this one's just a baby" he continues, "gotta let it go" he frees the fish back into the water.
after, jack catches a flurry of bass but keeps two to cook. jack gets with a fire starter from the jacket you're sat on, and tells you, "there's an old lake pier a little while down. its drier - for the fire" "we're cooking it on a fire?" "is that alright?" you get up, "yeah" :p fitting into the jacket. the two of you walk calmly. the pier is a little dilapidated near its end, but jack makeshifts a fire aside it then pierces the fish with two big sticks and hovers it over the flames. turning here and there. you sit close by, enjoying the eminating warmth as the sun is almost lost on the pair of you now.
jack has paper plates from his backpack and you n jack eat the fish in the silence of two hungry people. jack pudges his fingers into yours to carefully whisk out any tiny bones. its good and you're happy from your day with jack, and happy he's allowing you in more :)). even if allowing in to him means spending a day with an old man fishing and eating cooked fish by a fire.
from the corner of your eye you see jack suck off the grease on his fingers. brown eyes made honey in the dying fire. :o you kneel over between his legs, jack's eyes moon looking down at you. you're grinning. bigger at his small, almost all breath, "baby?". you're gripping his belt and wondering whether jack's getting déjà vu. "whatcha doing down there?" almost like he can't help himself jack cards his fingers into your hair. "let me" you whisper. "you sure?" "jack" :/ "i know i know just..." jack tugs a hair from behind your ear, "i might take a while" "so?" "so - you don't deserve to wait" "i'll wait for you". pause. "ok" he finally relents when you're already halfway done unbuckling, watching jack's jeans droop :pp.
you try not to make it so obvious how you swallow seeing the thick outline in his boxers. happytrail leading down. you meet jack's eye as you pull the boxers, hands near shaking… god. :oo precum is making his fat mushroom tip shiny and the whole thing has to be the biggest you've seen :sss. you're gawking. its meaty. and at the base is the bush you expected from jack, thick curled n virtually full grey. a vein runs along that looks pencil wide, how would it feel rubbing up in your insides? :s. its hefty enough you bet if you held it up a bit longer your wrist would ache. its still limp in your hand if not for the base beginning to harden.
"not got wards do i?" jack tries a jokey tone but its strained ://. he's staring at you. you shake your head profusely, "no no jack its just - big" you don't have anything better to say. he huffs. you stroke him to see if he'll rise and jack snaps! his teeth together. "goddamn shit baby" :p you bite your lip as you watch it dribble, "you gotta be careful" jack warns, "i won't hurt you" "that's not what i'm worried about sweetie". you maintain pace with a thumb rubbing jack's tip at surprise and it has him rising. not speedily but you guess fast for him :))). "lord above you're heaven" he's sighing and you haven't even got your mouth on him yet. you decide to lap up his precum :p. jack bucks into your mouth! not meaning to! you gag and he instantly pulls out. "fuck angel i'm sorry i never meant to- wasn't- you just-" you wipe your mouth with the back on your hand, "its ok jack" he can't believe you're smiling he wants to shoot himself. "can i try again?" you spot it in his eyes: a wabble. you're quick to latch your hand onto jack's cock giving encouraging pumps :)), "can i?" you repeat. "yes".
you wrap your lips around the tip first, still feeling a movement but also how jack controls it. focusing on breathing out your nose; you're greedy to take all of him. part of you wants to impress him :s. jack easily scoops your hair into a big hand of his and holds it out your face :))). with a hand of your own you manage to tackle half of jack. and feel how strung he is :/. you lick the tip, drawing back, before speaking, "you can move if you want" jack hums, "i do doll that's why i'm scared" "don't be scared" jack rubs your scalp, "hit me if i hurt you. slap, scratch, bite my dick off. whatever you have to do" you swallow down a laugh, "i understand". you take jack back into your mouth and wait for him to move. he doesn't for a while and you almost reel to remind him, but then you feel a minor thrust :o. you moan around him to communicate your approval and it makes him thrust harder. if he meaned to or not. "perfect, just perfect you got this baby mmm" you quicken your bobs, feeling jack stretch your lips wide :ss. you hollow out your cheeks and jack is losing more control of his humps. his pubes tickle your nose jack's musk knives up your nostrils, and he's a weight on your tongue. your jaw is burning quick :s. "what a mouth you got" jack says into the air, you've swallowed all you can manage and his tip is teasing the back of your throat again and again :pp. your jaw burns harder, and eyes tear up. you pull off. crude pop! jack's chest heaves, and you pant kneeled.
"sweeth'art you..." jack dissolves into a groan when you tongue a stripe down his vein. his eyes flicker down to you, and they are just like a puppy's. "tired?" "nuh uh" you clarify, "you've done more than 'enuf for me" "consider this for me then". you're back on and acting like you want to suck. jack. to. death. hey, you might. the shaded forest is filled with the sounds of crickets gentle water and sloppy gags as you take jack's fat cock to the back of your throat until your mouth feels like its gonna fall off. jack's hips slap! your cheeks and the drag from the jean. you can tell that he's still holding back. albeit his cock is down throat until you're lightheaded.
you wanted to massage jack's balls to get him to cum (not able to ignore the heavyset that look like they're begging to blow), but an animalistic noise gurgles out jack's throat right before you feel hot cum :ooo shoot in your mouth. you swallow, you cough. its a little embarrassing because it you cough for a while :/. jack just had so much cum to give :(( but when you look up, jack slowly wipes a glob of spit from the corner of your lip. "you're heaven. better 'dan" jack's drawl is its most potent (you think you must've done something right). jack's talking while you're licking cum off your teeth.
"i didn't mean to - ya know - sweetie you're just so..." he trails, then a tut. jack's heavy hand on your shoulder, "got some on the jacket" you twist your neck. there is a white spot. you look up at him "can i keep it?" meek :ss. jack's eyebrows rise with surprise, "you wan' it?" "yeah" "its yours" :))).
you wobble up onto your feet with jack's hand on your arm to aid. he zippsss and buckles, backpack put on. you glance down to see the mean pier indents on your knees :s.
it ends with a walk in the dark to jack's pick-up. you exhale once sat and clipped in. jack's window's open, elbow out and he's smoking a cigarette, "lemme drive you home" "i like your place" "you sure?" "you ask me that a lot" he puffs, "sorry" "don't be". you place a hand on his crotch n find his gaze. doing your best eyelash bat :pp. "oh sweetie" he raps his cig on the truck's edge, "i'm knocked out" you choose to tease, "make it up to me next time?" "i plan to. but you set the bar quite high pretty" :).
jack does drive you to his place, and you can't stop yourself from how you fall in love with his little things :))... the slosh of him in the bath, the mumble of him as he complains about losing something, that cross you spot on his wall in the dark of his bedroom, the clink of jack in the kitchen when getting a drink and biting down some jerky, the sight of his body when jack strips and gets into his pjs, the backdoor's whine when jack has the night's last smoke. and the feel of jack's body next to yours in bed! the smell of his soap lingering on his skin! the heat that rushes out of him like a living radiator! the scars you spot on him that you won't ask about (yet). the rolling train snores later in the night...
reading this as i’m waiting for my lash lift appt to start and i’m screaming!!! give me that old man!!! i want him to call me peach!!!!!!!!
