Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 22:50:24 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Close to Jimmy 1/1 bb tt MM frottage oral anal

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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the
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passing, to describe a bunch of guys I know.  Jon



Close to Jimmy

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net


Dear Sir,

You asked me to tell you about my cousin Jimmy. Well, I got hold of him and he
said it was okay to talk to you, so here goes:

I first remember Jimmy from when we was kids together. He used to come and
spend summers on my parents farm in the Ozarks together. He was my Daddy's
brothers boy and was almost exactly a year older than me. Our first summer
together I was six, and Jimmy was seven and some taller than me. He's six two
now and I'm only five ten, so he's always been bigger than me, and I don't mind
at all. Our parents figured that Jimmy was old enough to keep both of us out of
trouble. He'd get me up real early in the morning, which my parents thought
was a miracle because even then I didn't like to wake up any earlier than I had
to, which was about noon if I was left alone. We'd get our chores done and
grab some breakfast and make lunches to put in our backpacks and pretty much
stay gone all day. Hiking, exploring, stripping naked to swim in one waterhole or
another, playing games that we thought up the rules for as we went along. In
general, doing all the things two boys could do in the beautiful backwoods of
the Ozarks when left to their own resources.

On Saturdays, Mom would take us to town and we'd go to the kids matinee at
the theater (a bunch of cartoons, a serial and two feature movies) while she did
the shopping and gossiped with her friends. In other words, as far as either of
us could see, the world was a perfect place and we were in the center of it!

When the summer ended and Jimmy had to go home we both cried and I threw
such a fit that my Daddy ended up taking me out to the woodshed for a little
talk. I mopped around for a while, but, as kids do, I soon got involved in school
and my friends and somehow managed to stay alive. I still missed Jimmy
something fierce, and couldn't understand why he had to go home to go to
school and couldn't go to school with me. I kept track of how long it was going
to be until summer on a hardware store calendar in my bedroom and at least
once a week I'd ask my parents if Jimmy was going to be able to spend the next
summer with me. All they ever said was, "We'll see."

One Saturday Daddy asked me to come to town with him to help out and we
got in his old pickup and headed out. I'd been sort of quiet towards Daddy that
year, not really having forgiven him for sending Jimmy away (at least I though
he had. Kids will think the most awful things if adults don't try to explain what
really happened to them), and we didn't talk much on the way to town. We
parked down at the hardware store, a place that I still think is one of the most
wonderful places in the world, and got some stuff to repair the chicken coop
and then went next door to the Greyhound bus terminal to pick up a package
Daddy had sent for. We had to wait about a half hour for the bus, but that was
okay because Daddy splurged and bought each of us a fancy soda from the
fountain.

The bus finally pulled up outside and Daddy and me went out there to get his
package. The bus door opened just as we got there and the first person out of
the bus was Jimmy! Well... We grabbed each other and just about went crazy.
Everyone was laughing and happy for us but Daddy had to move us so the other
people could get off the bus. I grabbed Daddy around the waist and hugged him
as hard as I could, wiping tears and snot all over his clean shirt (which he never
said anything about, even to Momma). I looked up at him and said, just loud
enough for him to hear, "Thank you, Daddy. I love you."

Daddy brushed my hair out of my eyes and wiped my face off with his
handkerchief. "Come on. Let's get Jimmy's luggage and get him home. " Five
minutes later Jimmy and I were sitting so close together in the front seat of
that old pick-up that you'd have thought we were Siamese twins. Jimmy told
me that his school got out a week before mine and that's why he could get
there so soon. My teacher called my Momma the following week to find out
what was wrong. I'd gone from her best student to totally useless in the
classroom. Momma apologized and told me that if I didn't straighten up in
school she was going to send Jimmy home. That was all it took to clean up my
act considerably.

Well, that set the stage for Jimmy and me. Every year, right after school was
over for him, he'd show up at the bus station and we'd spend the summer
together. We were closer than any two brothers you've ever seen. The old bed
in my bedroom wasn't all that big, but Jimmy and I slept in it together even
when we was big boys.

The year Jimmy was thirteen I noticed some changes in his body the first time
we went skinny-dipping together. I asked him about it and he explained all about
puberty and growing up and how he made sperm and could make a baby. He
assured me that I wouldn't be far behind him and then showed me how he made
sperm and what it looked like. I thought that was the neatest thing ever and the
next summer I showed him that I could make sperm too. After that we'd jack
off in bed together every night so we could get to sleep. Sometimes we'd even
jack off in the woods. I sure liked having Jimmy in bed with me when I did that
though. When he was gone, it just didn't feel as good.

The year I was a senior in High School, Jimmy joined the Marines and went to
Vietnam. I couldn't join the service because I'm epileptic, but no one, especially
Jimmy, ever held that against me. The year I was fifteen, one of the big boys
from school started calling me names after we got out of the movies. Jimmy
told him to shut up but our brave school bully just said I was a pitiful spaz.
Jimmy beat the crap out of him and told him that if he EVER said anything like
that again he'd do more than give him two black eyes and a bloody nose. The
bully's Dad came to our house complaining about how me and Jimmy had
ganged up on his boy and beat him unfairly. We'd already told Daddy what had
happened, but he looked at us anyway and asked, "Is that what you boys did?"

We both shook our heads and said, "No, Sir."

Daddy looked at the man and said, "Well, Mr. Johnson. My boys don't lie to me,
so I reckon that boy of yours is not only a bully, but a liar."

Mr. Johnson said something really evil about me and Jimmy and my Daddy beat
the crap out of him right then and there. The bully tried to kick my Daddy while
he was fighting his Daddy, so I showed Jimmy and Daddy both that I could whip
his ass all by my own self, even if Jimmy was right there yelling encouragement
to both Daddy and me --- and ready to jump into the fight if either of us got
into trouble. That boy was two years older than me and 50 maybe 60 pounds
heavier, but I whipped his ass but good. Momma run off them Johnson's with a
broom and took Daddy and me and Jimmy into the kitchen to patch us up and
prove that there wasn't nobody could whip nobody like she could just scolding
them with her tongue for fighting "like a bunch of animals". After we was fixed
up all three of us lit out for the barn to give her a chance to cool off. We got
out there and hid behind the big barn door and just stared at each other until
Jimmy giggled and then we all started laughing and hugging each other. I reckon
that's about as close as any three men can get, even if two of them are still
boys. The best part of it though was that bully never even talked to me, ever
again.

Anyhow, I spent my senior year worrying about Jimmy and working hard to keep
my grades up. My teachers were hard, but fair, and I graduated at the top of my
class and got a college scholarship. I finished my freshman year with a 4.0
average. That summer Jimmy came home from Vietnam.

-----

Jimmy showed up on our doorstep two days after I got home from college. My
dad answered the door and came inside supporting Jimmy on one arm.  For all
that I'd just turned nineteen, I took one look at him and burst into tears. He
looked like something from Auschwitz and my immediate reaction was that he
was dying. He looked like an anorexic with bolemia and a tapeworm. He looked
like death no one had bothered to warm over. Worst of all was the look in his
eyes. So strange. They were the eyes of an old, old man... in the face of a
twenty year old. I'm afraid I lost it. Went out of control. I couldn't understand
what had happened to my Jimmy and I was scared, I was furious, I was terrified,
I was enraged, I had the worst epileptic attack I'd had in years.

Daddy told me later that Jimmy had to leave California because some asshole
said absolutely the wrong thing and Jimmy had fucked him up, but good. Then
when I wigged out seeing him, he immediately got a bite stick into my mouth
and held me until the attack was over. He tried to leave then, but decided not
to go. Jimmy told me later that my dad had more than a little to do with that
decision. From my personal experience, when six foot six and three hundred and
fifty pounds tells you "No", then by God, "No" is the answer. Daddy can be
VERY persuasive.

I made Jimmy sleep in our old bed with me that night. Once I got him talking it
seemed like he couldn't stop. He went on and on about what had happened to
him and his friends. How he felt and how he couldn't feel. About how guilty he
felt for coming home when so many of his best buddies didn't. How ashamed
and confused he was for how everyone, including his parents, had treated him
since he came home. About how lost he felt. And about anger.

I didn't understand much of what Jimmy was trying to say. It just seemed like
he was talking about a different world. One thing I did know though. Jimmy
needed me. I had no intention of letting him down. I held him when he cried and
encouraged him to go on when he slowed down. I waited patiently when his
mind seemed to wander off, going places I couldn't follow. I did my best to, as
one of my teachers had put it, "Listen to the music, not the words." The words
didn't make a lot of sense to me. But I heard the music loud and clear. "I'm
afraid." "I hurt." I'm  afraid." I'm angry." "I hate." "I love." "I'm afraid."

That night was the first time Jimmy and I ever actually made love. We were
laying close together, holding each other. Jimmy was crying and trying to tell
me about some special buddies of his. He started getting almost hysterical and I
held him tighter and tighter. He started rubbing up against me and I responded
without even thinking, rubbing right back and holding onto him even tighter.
When he started to kiss me I just seemed to loose it. I'd loved and respected
Jimmy for years like he was my big brother. I responded to his wanting to kiss
me by not only leaning into the kiss, but by opening my mouth to accept his
tongue when he offered it.

All too soon Jimmy started shuddering and moaning and gasping for air. Feeling
him going off lit me off and I hunched right back at him, our lips getting tangled
up in our fury.

Almost immediately after climaxing, Jimmy started to cry and try to break away
from me, saying how sorry he was and how he'd never bother me again. I clung
to Jimmy desperately, knowing that if he backed off now I'd probably never see
him again. Over and over I told him that I had wanted what happened just as
badly as he did and to shut up or I was going to go get Dad had have him spank
Jimmy for being stupid. That got us started laughing, "being stupid" being one
of Dad's few spanking offenses. When Jimmy seemed calmed down I went and
got a wet washcloth. I helped Jimmy out of his jockey shorts (we both hated
boxers) and washed the mess off of him. I'd never seen so much spunk, even
the time Jimmy and I had jacked off into a glass together to see what it looked
like. It was like Jimmy had saved up quarts of the stuff.

I was afraid to leave Jimmy for very long so I dropped my shorts right there
next to the bed and washed myself off with the same washcloth I'd just used on
Jimmy. That seemed very special to me and I got another hard-on. Jimmy was
watching and he just laughed and lifted the covers so I could get in out of the
cold. I snuggled right up to Jimmy and he held me and I asked him to really
make love to me. Jimmy didn't say anything. He just held me and let me cuddle
up to him. He finally started to kiss me, real gentle like and I responded as only
a young man loosing his virginity can --- with eager fearfulness.

Jimmy kissed me and stroked my body with his hand. Feeling me and growling
his approval of the results of the hours I'd spent in the gym. I became lost in
the feelings he has causing me to have and when he started caressing my butt I
got a little crazy. When his finger touched my butthole and actually pushed
inside a little bit it was more than I could stand and I grabbed onto Jimmy
tightly as I hunched up against him and plastered his belly with my second
offering of the evening.

Jimmy just chuckled and, once I'd calmed down a bit, used his fingers to scrape
up my cum and slick up his dick with it. Jimmy lifted my leg and put his dick up
behind my balls and then fucked me between the legs. We went to sleep with
his dick still between my legs and his cum all over my ass.

I woke up in the middle of the night and decided that no matter what happened,
I had to know more about Jimmy. I slipped under the covers and felt Jimmy over
very carefully. His dick and his balls and his hard belly and legs. I felt him and I
smelled him and I finally had to taste him. He was wonderful. I was trying to
figure out what to do with his dick in my mouth when Jimmy moaned and his
hand caressed the back of my head. Patiently, carefully, Jimmy taught me how
to suck his dick. Using his sensitive fingers to hold me or adjust my position or
to arranged my lips or jaw, Jimmy face fucked me and held still so I could learn
to suck. He teased me and he urged me on. Withheld his dick and tried to sink it
in past my gag reflex. He finally had me wanting it so bad that I didn't really
notice it sliding down my throat until I noticed that my nose was buried in his
thick pubes.  Jimmy seemed to go crazy then. Holding my head in position and
fucking my throat with heavy, powerful thrusts of his narrow loins. I held on to
his waist and stroked his belly, eagerly trying to suck on him as good as he was
fucking me.

Jimmy finally pulled back, and then pulled completely out of my mouth. The
covers had come off of us and Jimmy was looking down at me in the dim early-
morning light as I tried to get his cock back into my mouth.

"I'm about to cum. Do you want it?" he asked.

"Please!" was all I could say.

Jimmy put his cockhead back in my mouth and as soon as my lips closed around
the shaft of his swollen meat my tongue flicked up and felt the lips of his
fuck mouth part and pour out a gush of wonderful tasting male seed. Jimmy
patiently held still, not thrusting at all while I eagerly sucked and nursed at his
dick, taking gush after gush of his male offering. It was wonderful and I knew
that I would always want more. Jimmy finally had to threaten me so he could
take his dick out of my mouth when it got too sensitive to stand any more of
my eager attack. We drifted back to sleep with me gently nursing at Jimmy as
he held me between his legs.

We live next door to each other now. Jimmy has the three boys while I've got
the twins and their little sister. The five boys have been raised like brothers,
eating and sleeping at either house at their own convenience. My daughter
thinks she has five brothers and she and Jimmy's youngest have already
decided that they are going to get married so they can "take care of you guys
when you get old and feeble like grandpa." My dad was wrestling all five boys at
once when she made this pronouncement and offered to stop just to prove that
he could still spank her butt. She just told him to not make a mess, dinner would
be ready soon. All this from a four year old.

Our families understand Jimmy and I being so close and needing to have time
alone together, especially if the stress builds up and Jimmy starts having
nightmares. His wife tells me when it starts so I can arrange for time for us to
be alone. Sometimes we just go the office we built out back (both houses sit on
a forty acre farmstead) and sometimes we go fishing or camping or just off to a
motel somewhere. Jimmy has taught me to be a great cocksucker (native
talent, he says) and our between-the-legs fucking has progressed to where
Jimmy gets my legs up over his shoulders and I show him that I can take that
big old cock of his even better than his wife can.

Mostly though, I've learned to listen, and Jimmy's learned that he can trust me.
Jimmy still has some rough times, but then, so do I. And I know that I can rely
on Jimmy just as he knows he can rely on me. After all, isn't that what brothers
are for?


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