Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 12:15:29 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy, Chapter Nineteen

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

CHAPTER NINETEEN

"...the key word is 'loves'. He'll get the idea, I think."


When Jimmy and David got home they spent several nights in the local
library, boning up on sex education, physiology and biology. Once they
started they found it rather fascinating and discovered that there was a
lot they didn't know -- much of it information they would never need, since
it pertained to the female of the species but which Little Anton would
probably find quite useful.

"Hey," David said, flipping through a book, "it says here that the average
man, flaccid, is only three to four inches long. I guess they never met
anyone from the Keith family, huh?"

"Yours, either. How long would you say yours is when it's soft?"

David looked at him and grinned. "You'd be the expert there Pretty Man,
you've looked at it enough."

"Yea, but I'm not sure I've ever seen it really soft." He took the book
from David and read. "They're wrong about it the other way, too. Says here
it's supposed to be six inches long, hard."

David suddenly popped the buttons on his jeans and shoved down his shorts,
letting his dick flop out. "That look like six inches to you?"

Jimmy glanced around, but the stacks were empty. He dropped to his knees in
front of David. "I'll have to check," he said softly before sucking David's
cock into his mouth. When he had taken it all and his nose was pressed into
David's thick pubic hair, he could confirm that it was well over six inches
in length. Nine or ten was more like it, he thought as he took hold of the
base and pulled the skin back so the head came out from its hood and was
exposed to his tongue.

They were startled by the sound of the elevator door opening. Jimmy started
to get up but David grabbed the back of his head and held him tight, his
dick pushing into Jimmy's throat. David grabbed a book and held it up; as
long as no one actually came down their aisle all they would see through
the book stacks was a man reading a book. Unless they squatted down and
looked through the third shelf. Then they'd see a man sucking dick.

The elevator door closed and there was no sound of footsteps; evidently it
had been a wrong floor. The thought of it though, of someone discovering
them, had done its work, and David suddenly bent double, wedging his dick
in Jimmy's mouth and then filling it with hot, salty cum. He fought to
control his breathing so he wouldn't cry out with the force of his orgasm.

When Jimmy stood there was a large wet spot forming on the front of his
jeans. "You too?" David asked, tucking his rapidly softening dick back into
his jeans.

Jimmy nodded, catching his breath. "Yea. Just before you did, when the
elevator stopped." He grinned. "Well, you were doing all the work, fucking
my face like that, and my hand just naturally strayed down to... Well, you
get the picture."

Jimmy held a book in front of him until they got to the checkout desk where
he had to hand it to the clerk. The man glanced at Jimmy's crotch, probably
something he did to every male patron, as he took the book. "I guess you
found what you needed, didn't you," he said with a smile. He glanced at the
book --Talking About Sex -- as he handed it back. "Just talking?" he asked
with a laugh.

They also went out to the university and talked to a woman in the Education
Department. She gave them some pamphlets which she said were quite good and
might be useful for follow-up after their discussion with Little Anton,
something he could read later to refresh his memory. She was appalled that
his own parents weren't doing this and more appalled that it had to be done
on the sly as it were, without the parents' knowledge. She also nixed the
idea of an erotic movie.

"It's a case of too much, too soon and would probably only serve to give
the young man sensory overload. Let him work out his own masturbation
fantasies and besides, he'll find those things on his own. They always do,
once they know what they're about." She was a very realistic woman.

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At the end of May, Jimmy and David flew to Barbados, arriving just in time
to meet the plane from London carrying Little Anton. Ishmael was there too,
more handsome than ever in another new uniform, this one a bit more
conservative than the ones he'd worn before. His face split into a broad
grin when he saw them.

"Welcome. I am happy to see you." He hugged them each in turn and took
their bags. "We must hurry to meet the boy's plane," he said, leading the
way.

When Little Anton stepped off the plane he, too, began to grin. "Uncle
Jimmy, Uncle David," he said, hugging them. "Momma did not tell me you
would be here. When did you come?"

Jimmy explained in the car, on the way to the boat. He made it sound like
they had decided to visit Shareff and Jim on the spur of the moment and had
no idea Little Anton would be there. He also made it clear they were very
happy that he was.

Dalton met them on the terrace in front of the house and added his welcome
to Ishmael's. They were directed to the little terrace, outside the dining
room, where they found Jim and Shareff.

"It's good to see you son," Jim said, kissing Jimmy on the lips. "And you
too, son." He kissed David and then hugged both of them. Shareff was a
little less uninhibited in his greetings but he did hug them and accepted
Jimmy's light kiss with one of his own.

"And you, Anton. Look how you've grown, in just two months. You'll soon be
a man, won't you?" Jim hugged Little Anton and then passed him to his
grandfather who did it all over again. Little Anton liked being here with
these men, especially his grandfather, because he always felt so loved by
them. Even when his grandfather scolded him he felt loved.

"I'm glad you're finally here," Jim said, going to the little bar against
the wall. "We held up the cocktail hour in your honor."

Dalton beat him to it by appearing, at that very moment, with a tray of
drinks. "I trust martinis, very dry, will be satisfactory, sir?"

They were more than satisfactory. There was also a glass for Little Anton,
a Coke with vanilla syrup in it and a wedge of lime on the side of the
glass. Dalton wrinkled his nose when he served the boy, indicating his
opinion of the drink.

Over their drinks Shareff asked David if he had heard from Thom Harper.

"Yes. I had a very flattering note from him," David said. "I haven't
followed up on it though. After all that stuff in the tabloids about Thom
and that mess with his wife, I figured he probably wasn't ready to discuss
new houses just now."

Shareff smiled. "I wouldn't pay much attention to any of that. I believe it
is to give his soon to be ex-wife some publicity and to allow her to save
face. It is also, I suppose, designed to keep Percy out of the picture
since the wife has implied that there is some other young woman involved."
He put his arm affectionately around David's shoulders. "Contact him when
you have the time. I think he plans to build a house for Percy and, as he
told me when he was here, he wants only the very best for Percy. You, I
believe, are the very best."

Little Anton, who had eaten most of the canapés Dalton had served with
the drinks, began to look distinctly sleepy so Shareff took him upstairs
and put him to bed. When he returned, dinner was served on the
terrace. Ishmael had changed into his wine steward's uniform, tighter than
his seaman's uniform but dark, so you had to look carefully to see the
outline of his dick hanging down his right leg. He was very professional
serving the wine and generally waiting table.

"Dad," Jimmy said, leaning close to Shareff, "who, exactly, picks out
Ishmael's uniforms?"

Shareff laughed. "Why, don't you like them?"

"I love them. I just wondered who..."

"He does it himself. He always has. He designs them, has them tailored and
takes care of them. I think, though, that Dalton exercises some control."
He laughed again. "Not a lot, considering what he wore for the house party,
I guess. But he does show excellent judgment; consider his restraint when
the business people were here. Tonight, I think, he is showing off a
little. For you. But now, don't you think he is doing a fine job at table?"

Jimmy nodded. "Dalton has obviously chosen him as the heir apparent."

"Exactly so. Dalton seems to want to go back to England and live out his
years with his sister in a place called Highrow. But I told him he must
train Ishmael first."

"Well, he's doing a great job of training. Ishmael handles that wine bottle
like a professional."

They were interrupted by the subject of their conversation, offering more
wine. While their glasses were being filled, Shareff changed the
subject. "Are you prepared for your little talk with Anton? I spoke with
his father a day or so ago, in Paris, and told him what we plan. He seemed
relieved although he did express some concern over just what might be
presented."

"You mean we're not supposed to tell him about... uh, us?" Jimmy asked.

Shareff nodded. "I do not remember his exact words but what he meant was
that Little Anton may not be as we are because it would be ruinous to
Anton's political career. He also implied that my daughter's reaction to
such an event would such as to be unthinkable."

Jimmy sighed. "If he's so worried about what we might say why doesn't he
talk to the boy himself? Isn't that what father's are supposed to do?"

David joined the conversation. "I guess it's hard for most men to talk to
their children about sex although why it's difficult talking about
something that's so darn much fun is completely beyond me."

"Because most of us grow up not knowing much of anything about it except
the basics of how to do it. And most have a lot of that wrong, too."
Shareff looked off into space for a moment. "I suppose I did. Have it
wrong, I mean. Until I met James. You are very fortunate, having such a
father."

Jimmy felt the color rise in his cheeks. Just who had taught what to whom
remained unclear between them.

"Well, we think we're ready," David said. "We'll see tomorrow."

Jim leaned forward, adding his own question. "But what are you going to
tell him about us?" He included the four of them. "Surely it'll come up."

"Oh, it'll come up all right, if not from him then from us. Regardless of
what Anton - or his mother for that matter - thinks, he needs to know that
whoever you love, it's okay. I'm a man, I love a man: David. His father's a
man, he loves a woman: his mother. No real difference; the key word is
'loves'. He'll get the idea I think."

Jim nodded and looked across at Shareff, sending a message. The message was
received and Shareff smiled, sending a reply in kind.

The next day, down on the beach below Jimmy and David's quarters, Little
Anton received some of the most important lessons of his life, lessons
about living. Anton didn't know this, of course. For him it was an
enjoyable day spent with his two favorite uncles. The 'guy talk' was just
another part of it.

When they first got to the beach, Anton insisted they all take their
bathing suits off and go for a swim. When they came out of the water, he
refused to put his back on, reveling in his nakedness. David and Jimmy left
theirs off, too, which was to their advantage, showing Anton that there was
nothing shameful about being naked. When they talked about anatomy and the
changes Anton would soon experience, he wanted to touch them and find out
"what a big one feels like". They told him no, that kind of touching was
reserved for doctors and lovers, neither of which he was. He actually
seemed to understand that.

It wasn't all talk, by any means. They played together too, chasing each
other up and down the beach, swimming in the surf and throwing a ball --
which Anton did very well and which Jimmy did very badly, much to Anton's
glee.

They spent the better part of two days on the beach together and became
lifelong friends.

"He's a bright, thoughtful, kid," Jimmy said on their last night, after
Anton had been put to bed. "His mother and father should be very proud of
him."

"But he had some of the strangest misinformation," David added. "Besides
the usual 'play with your dick and it'll fall off' junk he somehow had the
notion that girls had dicks too, but they got sucked up inside of them when
their breasts developed." He shook his head.

"You're joking," Jim said.

"No. And that wasn't the worst. He really did think his dick would fall off
if he played with it, but only if he played with it in the bath. That's why
he always takes showers. Now where the hell did he get something like
that?"

"His nanny, probably," Shareff said. "So she wouldn't have to deal with it
when she bathed him. I always did think she was a stupid woman."

Jimmy stretched, tired from the long days in the sun and trying to keep up
with Anton. "You ready?" he said to David and then to his dad, "I think
we'd like to be excused."

Shareff nodded and suppressed a yawn. "I, too."

"Well, I think I'd like a little night cap," David said. "You want to join
me, dad? Put these two to bed and then we'll have a little drink and listen
to the guys pee in the pool."

Jim gave Shareff his "you mind?' look. Shareff smiled his 'do as you wish,
I'm going to bed' smile.

When they got to the boy's quarters, Jimmy said, "Can I change my mind and
join you?"

"We'd be pleased, so long as you fix the drinks," Jim said.

They decided to have their drinks in the pool and David turned on the
heat. Little wisps of steam rose where the water from the statues hit the
pool, adding to the overall effect.

When they were settled in the water with their drinks, Jim said, "I have a
little confession to make and, perhaps, a favor to ask of you."

Jimmy touched his glass to his father's. "You're forgiven and of course we
will. What?"

"You should probably hear the confession first. That'll explain the why of
the what. It seems, the last time you were here..." Jim went on to tell
them about watching them on the beach and how much it excited
Shareff. "He's mentioned it twice now," he finished. "Both times with a
little gleam of lust in his eye."

"You want us to do it again for him?" Jimmy asked, feeling a twinge of
excitement rise in him.

"Not exactly, uh, what you did," Jim replied. "What he really wants is to
see you... fuck." For some reason Jim was always uncomfortable with that
word.

Jimmy looked over at David and saw his dick begin to stretch out in the
water, almost as if it was reaching for him. His own was trying to meet it
half way. He stood up, his dick swaying in front of him. "Is this answer
enough?"

Jim leaned out and kissed Jimmy's hard dick. "Yes, I suppose it is." He
looked over at David who also stood to show his answer.

"Who does he want to see fuck whom?" David asked with a wicked grin.

Jim thought again what beautiful men they were. "Local option," he said.

Since David and Jimmy were leaving the next morning Jim decided Shareff
would have to wait until the Fourth of July when he and Jim were scheduled
to be at the lake. "That's good," David said. "It'll give us some time to
build the sets and sew the costumes."

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To be continued...
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Greg
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