Chapter 1: The Crew Arrives

It was the middle of July, the kind of thick, sticky summer heat that made the air feel heavy and slow. Nineteen-year-old Jack Thompson was home alone in his father’s big suburban house, the long summer stretching out between high school graduation and the start of college in the fall.

Jack was small---barely five-foot-six, slim and waifish with narrow shoulders, a tiny waist, and long, smooth legs. He had a sweet, innocent face: big blue puppy-dog eyes that always looked wide and wondering, and full, soft lips that seemed permanently curved in a gentle, shy smile. His body was completely smooth and hairless, his skin pale. His ass was tiny and round and his thighs were soft and milky white. In the skimpy white athletic shorts he loved to wear, the thick, heavy outline of his massive cut cock was impossible to hide, the fat shaft and heavy balls clearly visible through the thin fabric. His pretty feet were small and curvy, toes perfectly shaped.

Despite being quiet and demure, Jack had always been very popular. People were drawn to his gentle sweetness and his eager desire to help anyone who needed it. He simply liked making others feel good.

His father, Michael, was away on a week-long business trip. Michael was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late forties with powerful arms, a thick chest, and a deep, commanding presence. Ryan, Jack’s older brother, was in the Marines and currently overseas. The house was quiet. Just Jack and the long, empty summer days.