Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2000 21:19:01 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy, Chapter Thirteen

Jim and Jimmy
A novel by Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"I'd love to work him over."

Jim's visit on the Fourth of July was something of a disappointment that
year. In the first place, Shareff didn't accompany him as they'd hoped he
would. His daughter had demanded he come to Paris that week and he'd gone,
fearing trouble between her and the Prime Minister.

The three of them swam out to the anchored float with a cold dinner to wait
for the fireworks and ended up blowing each other, Jim on Jimmy, Jimmy on
Doug and Doug on Jim. The timing was a little tricky but they'd been loving
each other for so long that it was almost second nature and when one came
he set the others off in turn.

"God I love it that way," Doug said, stretching out next to Jim. "I can
almost tell what you're doing to him by what he does to me."

"Me too," Jimmy said from Jim's other side. "I wonder how it'd be with a
fourth. I mean, would he act like a filter, so we couldn't tell?"

"Speaking of Shareff," Jim said, knowing exactly what they were thinking,
"since no one's bothered to mention it, just exactly what went on in that
little tete-a-tete out there on the beach in Barbados? Don't look innocent,
you know what I'm talking about."

Jimmy rolled onto his side and looked at his father. "What'd Shareff say
about it?"

"Nothing of any substance. He said he was just letting you get to know
him. But I know it was more than that; I could see it in your face."

Jimmy laughed and leaned over to kiss his father. "Actually, that was about
it." He turned serious. "Dad, do you love him? I mean, more than just to
sleep with?"

Jim raised his arms over his head and let his hands dangle in the
water. "You mean do I love him the way you love Dougie here? Do I plan on
making a life with him?"

Jimmy nodded.

"Would it bother you if I did?" He turned and looked at Doug. "Would it
bother you?"

They both shook their heads. "Not if it won't take you away from us, from
loving us."

"Then the answer is yes, I want to make a life with him." He thought for a
moment and then smiled, remembering. "You know, it's funny, that night we
spent at the beach club? When we went up to our room he suddenly became
very formal and asked me those same questions, did I love him as a... well,
as a lover. And would I consider making a life with him. It was almost as
if..." He stopped and looked hard at Jimmy. Jimmy couldn't help himself and
broke out into a grin.

"Well, I'll be damned." Jim broke into a grin himself. "He actually asked
you..."

"Not in so many words, but yes, he presented his credentials and then asked
my blessing. I brought up my objections and he satisfied them." He
shrugged. "So I said okay."

Jim shook his head in disbelief. "Your objections? What the hell kind of
objections did you have?"

Jimmy smiled and kissed his dad again. "Nothing much. I mainly asked him
how he was going to deal with your promiscuity." He held up his hand,
cutting Jim off. "Be quiet and give me some credit for understanding the
human condition, especially yours, and for understanding the power of your
testicles." Jimmy took hold of his dad's balls and squeezed, just as his
dad had done to him when he'd made this same speech some years
before. "It's going to happen, dad, you know it is, and I just wanted to
make sure he'd thought about it and could deal with it."

Jim reached out and touched his son's cheek. "You are perhaps the kindest
man any man ever had for son or lover. I remember making that speech to you
and I remember how relieved we both were after I'd made it..." He sat up
and poured some more wine in their glasses. "And again, you've explained
something."

Doug, who had been taking this all in with great delight, looked quizzical?
"Explains what?"

Jim sat Indian fashion, facing them. "Well, a couple of days after we got
back to Turkey Shareff insisted we take the boat over to the nude
beach. It's pretty much gay down at one end and that's where we went, near
the rocks guys sometimes go behind to have sex. We laid there for a while
and this very good looking man, Aussie, I think, kept walking past us,
looking at me. Shareff asked me if I thought he was attractive and when I
said yes the next thing I knew Shareff had called the guy over and told him
I wanted to suck his dick."

"You're joking, right?"

"No. He really did that. And the guy didn't say anything, he just stepped
up close to me and shoved his crotch in my face. I was actually a little
angry at Shareff by that time and I thought, I'll show him, so I opened my
mouth and blew the guy while Shareff watched. Right out there on the beach,
not even behind the rocks. The guy loved it, I guess, getting blown out
there on the beach with Shareff watching and it only took a minute before
he got off."

"Then what?" Doug was hanging on every word.

"He leaned down and kissed me and then walked off." He grinned. "Into the
sunset, as it were. Then Shareff kissed me. When I asked him what this was
all about you know what he said? He said, 'Proof that I am neither jealous
nor prudish'. And that was it. We packed up, went back to the boat to
change and had an early dinner in that wonderful restaurant on the other
side of the island."

"That's it?"

"No. We talked about it later, on the way back, and he said it was his way
of showing me that it's okay if I have sex with someone else. He also said
it excited him, watching me, and maybe one day we'll do it together. Little
does he know what he's in for, huh guys?" He smiled at the boys and then
looked up at the sky. "It's getting awfully late, isn't it? I wonder where
the fireworks are?"

That was the second disappointment of Jim's visit: there were no fireworks
that night. They waited another hour, talking and sipping wine, but the
fireworks never materialized.

A month later, Jimmy solved the mystery. Over the past few years he'd
quietly been buying up the property around his place and had become pretty
good friends with a couple of the real estate people in the village. One of
them told him that the fireworks had indeed been the work of a man who
would do anything for his lover--well, in their words, his roommate. He'd
loved fireworks so each Fourth of July they'd put on a display, shooting
them off from their anchored float. There hadn't been any that year because
they'd packed up their place in the city and moved to Arizona.

When he asked about the lake house he was told it was for sale, lock,
stock, furniture and boat. The next week he and Doug got the key and went
to look at it, mainly out of curiosity.

 "Oh my God," Doug said as he stepped into the living room.

"What?" Jimmy was inspecting the tile in the entry.

"Come look at this." 'This' turned out to be a high powered telescope aimed
at the lake and through which Doug was looking. "We can't see them because
of the trees there but they can see us all right. Take a look."

Jimmy peered through the telescope and found he was looking directly into
their glass shower, the telescope powerful enough so he could clearly see
the soap in the soap dishes. Focusing lower he had a clear view of their
anchored float. "Boy, I guess we've been putting on quite a show for them
all these years." He looked up and smiled. "I hope they enjoyed it as much
as we did."

That afternoon they bought the house and took the telescope home.

Over the next few months they remodeled the place and then put it in the
hands of a vacation rental company who handled gay properties
exclusively. They stipulated two things to the company: rent to gay men
only and no telescopes.

The next Fourth of July held fewer disappointments.

Shareff came with Jim at last. Actually, Jim came with Shareff since it was
his plane they'd come in. Shareff fell in love with the lake the minute he
arrived.

"It's beautiful," he exclaimed more than once. "So calm, so peaceful. And
so private." Doug and Jimmy smiled at that; they hadn't told Jim about the
house on the other side of the lake yet. They weren't sure they ever would.

Inside, Shareff couldn't get over the shower. He thought all the glass was
wonderful and loved the sliding roof. "But six showers? When there are only
four of us?" Jimmy and Doug gave a sigh of relief. It sounded like they'd
at least get to shower together. That was a step forward.

Following tradition they swam out to the anchored float and ate a cold
dinner. Shareff took delight in being naked with them.

"I'm only sorry you won't get to see that most American of celebrations,
fireworks over the lake," Jim said to Shareff. "Our yearly benefactor seems
to have gone."

"I'm afraid so," Doug said. "He sold the place and now I think it's a
rental"

They lay back on the canvas and watched the stars slowly appear in the
darkening sky, talking and enjoying each other's company. Once he got used
to it, Shareff found he liked Jimmy and Doug calling him 'dad'. So did Jim.

Suddenly there was what sounded like an explosion followed by a bright
light in the sky which quickly blossomed into streamers of red, white and
blue fire. The fireworks were back in a display more dazzling than
ever. Jim couldn't have been more delighted. "How wonderful," he said,
hugging each of them and almost falling off the float in his
excitement. The display went on for almost a half hour and even Shareff was
heard to say 'ooh' and 'ahh' a few times. Then, when it was over, they swam
back to shore and ate vanilla ice cream with raspberries and blueberries
washed down with an excellent champagne, courtesy of Shareff.

They spent a wonderful three days together although Doug and Jimmy missed
making love with Jim. They could see how happy he was with Shareff, though,
and left him to work it out in his own good time.

Christmas was spent, not at the lake but in Turkey, at Shareff's. In honor
of the occasion Dalton, the butler, had decorated the lounge with a
Christmas tree which was very beautiful and later proved to have been
bought at Harrods in London and flown to Turkey, completely decorated.

Jim's new city was beginning to take real shape and he spent one whole day
proudly showing Jimmy and Doug around it. It was a much larger feat than
either of them had anticipated and they were both greatly impressed with
it.

They were also greatly impressed with Ishmael, the chauffeur. Ishmael, in
his turn, showed off for them, driving them at breakneck speed around the
country side and taking great pains over their seating and comfort whenever
they entered the car.

"Wouldn't you love to... How did dad put it? Work him over?" Jimmy said one
night in bed, a little giggly from the champagne which never seemed to stop
flowing.

"We're never going to live that one down," Doug laughed. "And yes, I'd love
to work him over." He sipped his wine and had a sudden flash. "But since
he's not here and you are..." He took a large mouthful of champagne and
then slipped down the bed and sucked Jimmy's cock into his mouth.

The champagne was cold and Jimmy tried to pull back but then the bubbles
got under his foreskin and began to tickle the head of his dick. He was
hard in an instant and Doug took full advantage of it.

Jimmy twisted around on the bed so he could get at Doug's cock, too and
Doug suddenly found Jimmy had a mouthful of champagne also. When he finally
had to swallow it he stayed where he was and brought Doug great pleasure.

On their last day it was Ishmael who brought them their morning coffee,
saying that Dalton was busy in the kitchen. For some reason he also brought
them brandy with the coffee. When the coffee was served, Ishmael seemed to
hang around, checking the towels in the bathroom and rearranging the things
on the side board until finally Jimmy asked him if there was something he
wanted. Ishmael stood for a moment and then nodded, saying he wondered if
they'd like him to come into bed with them. Doug dropped his coffee cup and
nearly scalded himself through the sheet.

When the bed had been attended to Jimmy stood very close behind Ishmael and
began to unbutton his tight gray shirt. "Do we have time?" Ishmael
nodded. He was free until time to take them to the airport.

Doug stood facing Ishmael and helped Jimmy with the buttons. When they got
the shirt off they found him absolutely smooth, without a hair on his
chest. Doug worked on the belt while Jimmy ran his hands over the smooth
chest, searching for Ishmael's nipples.

With the belt open and the pants undone they found he was naked
underneath. He was also hairless right down to his pubic bush which had
been shaped into a perfect triangle, pointing to the base of his dick. When
he was finally naked and laid out on the bed they realized that his body
had been shaved everywhere except for his head and the neat little triangle
above his dick. Even his armpits were shaved and as smooth as if they'd
been buttered.

Neither of them could keep their hands away from his skin. It was like
polished wood and almost glowed under their touch. Doug kissed his buns and
then let his tongue slip into the valley between them, finding it as clean
and smooth as the rest of him. When his tongue slid over the darker brown
pucker Ishmael shuddered and clutched at Jimmy who was licking his belly.

Jimmy went lower, burying his nose in that little pubic triangle and them
moving on, carefully holding Ishmael's rigid cock aside while he met Doug's
mouth on the softness of Ishmael's ball sack. They played there for a while
and then, their lips touching, they slid up the shaft of Ishmael's cock to
let their tongues play around the head. That was simply more than Ishmael
could take; he let out a long sigh and came, spraying everything within a
three foot radius.

When he was cleaned up Ishmael lay on the bed, playing with himself while
he watched Doug make love to Jimmy, even helping Jimmy at the end, slipping
his hand between the two men and stroking Jimmy's cock until it came. Then
he used his hand, slick with Jimmy's cum, to finished himself off again.

When he drove them to the airport a little later Doug asked him why he
shaved his body. American advertising, Ishmael said. All the handsome men
in American advertisements seemed to be shaved. Asked how he managed he
admitted he had a friend who shaved him and whom he shaved in turn. Doug
didn't think it polite to ask what they did afterwards.

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Comments, criticisms and suggestions gratefully received

Greg
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