Patreon Compilation – Fic#307 – Soldier76/OC/Soldier76 – dirty talk; voyeurism; exhibitionism – Testing Boundaries 9

Soldier76/OC/Soldier76 – Somehow Jack's younger self managed to tumble into a different time. He's a bit shy at first to really let loose with Sonny but by the end of it he gets the hang of it while his older self watches and admires.

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Jack keeps forgetting that who he is staring at is, in fact, himself. He’s looked so different. It’s been a million years ago after all. At least that’s what it feels like.

He’s had more hair back then. He’s forgotten just how damn golden it was. His skin looks healthier. Nowadays it is gray. He looks like he’s just a few days away from completely keeling over.

Sonny keeps him young.

Sonny who is getting pressed into the bed by a younger version of his daddy and makes all kinds of confused yet eager noises. He seems to have just as much trouble wrapping his head around the whole situation as Jack himself.

The only one that is enthusiastically jumping into it all head first is his younger version. The good Strike Commander.

He watches Jack. Himself. He watches him grab Sonny’s meaty, muscular thighs and rudely pushing them apart so he can settle in their V. He watches him reach up then and unselfconsciously grab a hand full of Sonny’s tits. One hand for each pec.

From behind him, Jack can see his own ears flushing pink, then a dark, eager red. He remembers how he was back then; not virginal, not in a long shot, but kind of… shy about everything. Eager to please. Unwilling to let anybody see the dark depths that he was hiding inside his very self.

Unable to let anybody see that at the end of the day the Strike Commander Golden Boy is just a depraved asshole that so desperately wants to stick his dick in nice, wet holes any time of any given day.

“God, you are… you feel amazing,” he hears his own voice growl. Not quite as ragged as it is nowadays but still deep and still rough. It’s a shock to hear it coming from a golden boy like him.

Sonny doesn’t respond. He just whines. He’s got the back of his wrist pressed against his mouth and when young Jack gets his fingers around his plump nipples, squeezing them like he tries to milk him, he bites into his own skin and whines even louder.

Jack can see from his vantage point how Sonny is flushing. His cock is already all on board, lying big and fat in the crook of one of his thighs. He’s always so ready to play along… he never has a hiccup about who he spreads his legs for.

“Shit,” Young Jack rasps. He keeps massaging Sonny’s pecs harder, fingers pinching a bit meaner. “You’re… you sound-”

“You can call him a whore,” Jack supplies helpfully from behind them. His younger ego’s head whips around and stares at him. Young Jack’s eyes are glassy but determined, his mouth hanging open in awe or arousal or both.

“... what?”

Jack shifts a little, getting himself more comfortable on the chair he has dragged into the corner. He angles his legs apart sloppily in a manspread and takes another swig from the cool bottle of beer dangling from his fingers.

“You can call him a whore,” he grunts out again, his eyes now fixed on Sonny’s face. What’s visible of it is flushing a bright cherry red that quickly travels down into his plump chest. “You can call him a whore and a slut and a no-good bucket of cum. He gets off on that shit.”

Young Jack stares at him for a moment longer. He seems to need to compute the information but Jack can see how his cock flexes, a fat drip of sticky pre-cum pearling from the tip and stretching downward until it lands on Sonny’s own cock.

It twitches in response like the cockhungry dog that it is.

“God, fuck, I can’t wait to meet you,” Jack rasps. he finally lets go of Sonny’s tits and reaches down. Jack is surprised to see him grab for Sonny’s dick, then hides his snort of amusement in the bottle when he realizes he’s just interested in scraping off the slick he just deposited there. He gets his fingers just about wet enough that he can reach even further down and between Sonny’s massive cheeks.

“Shit, your ass is so fat. You got such a fat, juicy ass- fuck.” He’s starting to babble and Jack leans back in his chair. He lets his ass slide forward until it is nearly hanging off, his arousal cloying hot and tight in his abdomen.

He opens it one-handed and without taking his eyes off the scene of Sonny biting at his arm and whining higher and more desperate the more Young Jack fucks his fingers into him.

He’s never been a shrinking virgin. Or shy. No matter what the media might have liked to portray him as just to calm the masses down and make him more likable. He remembers vaguely the dark things he liked to jerk off to during that time. How annoyed he’s been at how little pussy he could get because there always had been someone watching him.

Having a whore like Sonny would have been an absolute dream come true back then. That’s alright, though… better late than never.

He watches his younger self pull Sonny’s legs up over his shoulders and position his twitching, naked cock against his hole.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he hears himself promise breathlessly. “I’ll fuck you and pump you full until your stomach swells with it. I’m gonna fucking breed you.”

Sonny is nodding along. His blue eyes are huge and his mouth is slack. He looks like he is hanging on to every damn word Young Jack spews and like he is believing everything.

One of his large hands moves to rub across his stomach and Jack can’t help but snort, taking another swig from his beer and stroking his cock with his other hand.

Of course Sonny would believe that he could get knocked up. Young Jack sounds earnest enough about it; like he really will make it work.

He is leaning over Sonny, bearing down on him; folding his legs up with his hands on the backs of Sonny’s massively muscled thighs, and plunges into him like he needs it to live.

Sonny gurgles. Jack watches his feet flex where they are bouncing in the air, his toes cramping and un-cramping. If anybody can take a rough fucking then it is Sonny.

Young Jack puts up a punishing, fast rhythm and Sonny only gurgles on his own tongue and holds on for the ride. His pretty blue eyes are rolling into his skull, his own erection bouncing between his thighs and slapping noisily against his stomach.

Knowing Sonny, he gets off on that too. Jack has yet to find something that the young slut doesn’t enjoy. He grins sharp and mean, his fist dragging along his cock faster and harder… but it all smooths out into something gentler within just a couple of strokes. His chest feels really warm and affectionate, even watching his younger self fucking his current boyfriend, his breath fast and hard as he pumps his frustrations out into the pretty thing.

Damn, fuck, but he’s a messed up old piece of shit. He’s been messed up back then too but at least he’s had the looks to go with it, then. Watching his younger self grunt fucking Sonny into a babbling mess only makes him realize how similar they both look and that is… way too weird to really think about for too much.

He looks away again, biting the tip of his tongue and listening to Young Jack quickly losing his inhibitions.

“Yeah… yeah, fucking take it. God, you love my cock so much, don’t you? Huh? Go on, tell me how much you love my fat fucking cock rearranging your insides.”

Sonny gargles something. He has his fingers folded together behind Young Jack’s head and is pulling him down as far as he can. He looks like he really, really wants to kiss that mean, pink mouth above him but doesn’t have enough brain power to figure out how to do that.

Jack wants to uncharitably think that it is so easy for Sonny to fall in love with just any cock that is dicking him well enough, but he knows better than that: It’s the fact that Jack is fucking him that makes him look like that.

No matter the version, he just is into Jack. And isn’t that a weird thing to think about.

Jack squeezes his rough fingers around his glans and lifts his hips into the touch with a hiss through his teeth. He can just tell that it will be a bitch to get his younger self back into the time that he needs to go to.

He looks like even if they manage to figure out how this whole disaster happened, he won’t let go of Sonny without a fight.

And honestly… Jack would have kicked his own ass if it had been any other way.