Movies with Jack

So Jack decided he wanted a tattoo, and against my better judgement and advice, he decided he wanted Zack to give it to him. Specifically he wanted a tribal tiger in a place that would require him not to be wearing any pants, so I said I'd pay for the tatt if he'd let me tape it. This video starts out with Zack, Jack and I hanging out one night. You've seen two houses now, my old place that Zack was staying at that was being painted and renovated, and my other place (now long gone, although there is one more video that takes place there) where Jack was chilling with me for a few days. Zack was in town visiting and that always equals long nights and lots of booze. Zack makes himself some kind of vile drink-when you hear me freak and and say "Nooo!" it's because he's about to add Apple Pucker, which seems like a lot worse of an idea than it is. Not that I would drink a lot of it but it wasn't as awful as you would think. Zack has an iron stomach but Jack and I stuck with the Bud Light thank you. Around this same time Jack was pursuing some chick online, over Facebook. He's checking his messages every like 3 minutes, he even admits on video that he is a 'Facebook whore', and none of us disagree with him. The girl wants a picture, which he is happy to provide and gives him an excuse to take off his jeans, if not his marine silkies, wich he still wears (silkies are the cammo green ultra thin and super-suggestive boxers marines wear...Jack hasn't been in the USMC for a while, because he was locked up in the brig for a while, but he still has a bunch of USMC clothes from back in the day). Once the jeans are off everything might as well come off, because he's about to get tatted up anyway. He starts off with a piss and a shower, and then shaves the area a bit with Zack's razor which causes us both to laugh. Zack, if you ever watch this...Jack used your Gillette on his crotch ;) And then down to business. You get to watch Zack getting verrrry close to Jack's solid package, which is just flopping thereabout 3 inches away from where Zack's needle is. Oh yeah, I almost forgot...Zack had to transfer the drawing he did (of a tribal tiger) to Jack's leg. Jack was standing there letting him do this but was holding his junk in his hands, and I suggested that this was unnecessary, but maybe it was because as soon as his hand was down Zack smacked him good. This became a running gag for Zack throughout the night, I'm surprised Jack didn't beat the shit out of him but it did lead to some playful wrestling later. Also I should mention that, just because Zack owns a tattoo gun (which I got him), doesn't mean he knows the first thing about tattooing. So there's some increasingly comical bits where Jack starts coming to the same realization, despite the fact that I warned him many times that you absolutely do not want Zack doing anything complicated (like a tribal tiger). This video was shot months ago and Jack moved away shortly after, so I haven't seen it since--I'm pretty sure it looks like a patch of black mold. I did warn him LOL. When done, Jack takes a much-needed piss break and after he shakes it off and walks into the kitchen Zack is waiting ready to slap him again (of course). Buit this time it's war! Jack is outgunned though, Zack quickly has control and forces Jack to the floor, and then onto his back. We've ben at it all night and by this time we were all beat and ready to hit the sack, despite the fact that you can see the morning light shining through the windows. Good night!

This video is actually a continuation of Buzzcut 2. Zack has just got done giving Jack a really terrible buzzcut. We all told Jack at the time it was fine but really...it's a good thing Jack didn't have any kind of inspection the next day (not that he would, unlike most of the guys on this site Jack is a former marine). When this was taped Jack had been out of the brig for about 7 days, and he was enjoying the hell out of his freedom. It was a hot, hot summers day and an overworked fuse blew on the cooler so it was a sauna in my house but we were there to fix it up and I was only going to be there for a few days so we had to make the best of it. It's hard enough for Jack to keep his clothes on in the best of circumstances, but having just got a naked buzzcut and facing a hard job in a hot house, he decided there was no point to putting any pants on and I did not encourage him to. You might well be noticing at this point: "That Jack, he sure does a lot of painting." Like I said, he had just got out of the brig and a brother needed some cash, and a year of crazy parties had taken its toll on both houses so I needed a lot of painting done. It didn't hurt at all that Jack likes to paint naked so he doesn't fuck up his clothes. Only this time Zack is there with him. Now in the video Zack's Back we saw the aftermath of a particular mistake that Zack namely that he moved in with some stripper in Reno and when she kicked him out he showed up at my house, just in time for a party. Since he needed a place to stay I let him hang out at the desert pad Knowing Zack, I'm actually shocked that he had his clothes on at all, he usually out of them faster than anybody. Back when he lived with e we used to just hang around the house naked cuz there was no point in putting clothes on when it was just us. Eventually the heat caught up with him and Jack and I were both like, what are you of all people doing with your clothes on?! These two are totally comfortable naked around each other and this video is just the bullshitting while they do their work. At the end they crack beers and hang out in the doorway...almost outside and totally where anyone could see them if there was anyone there to look. It's hot to watch these two bros chill together with their dicks out like it ain't nothing but a thing.

I shot this video a couple months ago, this was actually the first video I shot with Jack, right after he got out of the brig. Jack and I took a trip back up to the old homestead, where Zack had been living for a minute while he was, er, fixing up the place. You'll see what's up with that in a little bit, but that is why everything is in disarray. Jack had let his hair go while he was behind bars as an act of defiance, but when he got out he decided he needed to get all clean-cut if he was going to look for a job. He hated to do it though. I felt bad for him, but the truth is he looked a lot better when it was all gone. The honors were done by Zack, who did a pretty passable job, and who is always good for wisecracks.

You already know that my buddy Jack stayed with me for a few days a while back. He's a really good guy and helped out a lot around the pad in exchange for having a place to crash while he looked for a job, which was nice because A) I had a lot of shit that needed to get done and B) he liked to be naked while he did them. Always a plus in my book. This video starts with Jack on a particularly good note. The life-changing event hes talking about at the beginning is: just a hour or so before this video, he had snagged himself a job. We put this turn of events down to him wearing his lucky shirt, one that hes worn on his overseas deployments with the Marines so many times that its almost see-through now. Why is it lucky? Cuz hes been blown up in it so many times. This stretches the definition of lucky for me but in his eyes it is because he lived through all of those incidents, including as he describes it, a time when he got blown out of the machine-gunners turret in his Hummer and walked down the street in a daze in the middle of a firefight with people shooting at him. Maybe it is a lucky shirt after all. Lucky shirt or not, he still likes being naked though, especially outside on such a nice day. After sweeping up my patio and discussing other Marine Corp superstitions (grunts sure are a superstitious bunch), he reminisces about his second deployment in Iraq on which he got cold and he and his buddy decided to warm themselves up by lighting a can of JP8 on fire (thats helicopter fuel). Now one of the things that needed to get cleaned up in my yard was a big pile of junk mail I had been saving for kindling, and I was seriously overstocked in this regard. Jack, being a pyro after my own heart, built a fire and burned it all for me. You dont really get to see it, but as he was doing this we looked up and realized the wind had blown my gate open and Jacks swinging dick was visible to the whole neighborhood for a minute. Luckily no one was out and about or that could have been very embarrassing. This bit, although pants-shittingly hilarious (for those of us wearing pants, anyway) didnt make it onto video because I was frantically trying to get the gate shut again before the cops got called. Good times!

So one of the consequences of living the life that I do is that your walls get all fucked up, especially from all the Marines getting rowdy AF. It was time to repaint, and luckily my buddy Jack was around to help out. Jack is a marine I knew when he was in the Corps. It has been a while, about 4 years, since he got out. But you know what they say, once a marine always a marine. That is certainly true of Jack. As opposed to say, Zack, who wasnt a marine even when he was in the Corps, at least not to hear his command tell it. Anyway, Jack was staying at my place a few days, and when I was botching about having to repaint, he was all about helping me out, proving why we were friends in the first place. He was in-between jobs and homes at the time though and didnt have many clothes with him, and I was worried that he would get paint on his only pair of good shorts. Jack is another one of those guys that feels that clothes are like handcuffs. It must be a marine thing cuz I don't think I've met a marine yet that didn't want to be naked any chance he got. Jack couldn't get his shorts off fast enough. What follows is 42 minutes of two best buddies bullshitting with each other on all kinds of topics. The last 1/3rd is all about his old marine days, his favorite weapons, what it was like to hang out in Saddam's palaces, and being one of the guys who helped topple Saddam's statue in Bahgdad.

My buddy Jack here just got out of the USMC about a month back, and he's been staying at my house for a spell. He's another one of my buddies that just can't be bothered with clothes--"clothes are like handcuffs" is how he puts it. I couldn't agree more.