Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2000 15:46:33 -0700
From: Country Guys <j_and_g@telis.org>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy, Chapter Two

Jim and Jimmy
By Greg Bowden
J_and_G@telis.org
Comments, criticisms and suggestions gladly received

CHAPTER TWO
"I want to know everything there is to know about you."


Jim and Jimmy found places under an umbrella on the patio of the restaurant
next door and ordered the Hungry Man's Breakfast. When the coffee had been
poured they sat quietly for a while, looking at each other. It was Jimmy
who finally broke the silence. As expected, what he had to say was
unexpected.

"If you got to see Granddad naked at the 'Y' then how come you never let me
see you? I mean, out at the lake we could have gone in the water without
suits. But you always wore those baggy trunks."

Jim shrugged. "Why'd you wear those cut off jeans all the time? And with
your underwear on, too. Maybe if you'd set the example..."

Jimmy blushed, remembering. "I couldn't. I was afraid I'd get hard and you
might laugh at me."

Jim reached out and touched his son's hand for just a moment. "I guess I
was afraid of the same thing. And worse. I wasn't having an easy time of it
you know, even after you and I decided to try being friends. I was going
through my own little hell trying to figure out what this... well, what
this guy thing was all about and I figured the last thing I needed was
being naked around a handsome young man."

The food came and they ate in silence for a while. Sex always made Jimmy
hungry and he was glad to see it had the same effect on his dad. He was
already planning for the future.

"How'd that happen?" Jimmy asked, pouring syrup over his bacon. "The guy
thing I mean." He fended off his dad's deprecating shrug. "No, I really
want to know. I mean, I was all prepared to tell you about me-I even had a
speech all rehearsed and ready-but you sort of threw me off course." That
impish grin again. "And I never had a clue... So come on. Tell."

Jim sighed. "Well, after your mother left and things were pretty much at
their darkest between you and me, I needed a friend pretty bad and somehow
Reed Davis became that friend. He seemed to be around a lot and listened to
me when I needed it and gave advice when I asked for it."

Jimmy remembered the name. He'd once heard his mother say that Reed was a
faggot and even though he didn't know just exactly what that meant, he knew
it was something bad. Later, when someone at school had called him a faggot
he'd had a bad time with it. The guy ended up needing thirteen stitches and
Jimmy ended up expelled from school for a week.

"Well, one weekend when you... ah, you weren't home..."

Jimmy remembered the weekend, too. He' been in jail for joy ridding in a
stolen car-one he hadn't stolen but one he had been riding in-and the judge
wouldn't even consider a hearing until the following Monday. It was the
only time his dad hadn't been able to get him out and it had scared him.

"Anyway, I was a little bit of a mess and Reed came by to drop off
something or other and then wouldn't let me stay alone. He took me to his
place, sobered me up and made me eat; then he listened to me talk most of
the night. When I was pretty much talked out he put his arms around me and
gave me a hug. Jimmy, I never needed a hug so much in my life as I did that
night. I wouldn't let him stop." He paused, momentarily lost in the memory
of it. "Well, we ended up in his bed and he held me for what little of the
night was left. The rest of it just seemed to come naturally."

"And you were okay with it?"

Jim drank his coffee and stared off into space. "When it happened. But
later, when I thought about it, it scared the shit out of me."

"Yea, I know." Jimmy pushed his plate away. "It's hard."

Jim laughed. "I guess you could say that." He sobered and looked at his
son. "Now it's your turn, how'd it happen with you?"

"Easier than you, I guess." He thought about that for a moment. "But maybe
not, at least at first. Back... Back when we weren't getting along too
well, I had a real crush on Jeff Blore, you know, one of the guys I ran
around with. Anyway, I guess Jeff thought there was something weird about
me following him around all the time and getting him stuff and making over
him and he told one of the guys he thought maybe I was queer for him or
something. So I had to spend a lot of time proving I was a regular guy."
His eyes clouded over, remembering. "But I knew I wasn't. Even then. I was
different but I didn't know what to do about it."

The grin came back. "Anyway, the first week I was up here at school, some
guy in the library men's room invited me to stick my cock through a hole
between the stalls and then proceeded to give me a blow job that nearly
knocked my ears off. And it was okay, too, because no one here knew me and
I didn't have much of anything to prove except that I was smart."

"Well, you did one hell of a good job doing that," Jim said proudly. "But I
can't believe you spent four years up here with your dick stuck through a
hole in the library john."

Jimmy laughed. "No. Not quite. Sometime in the spring a senior named Cliff
took me in hand-literally-and then took me home with him. We didn't put our
clothes back on for three nights and two days and by the time I got out of
there I'd had more sex in more ways than I would have believed was
possible."

"What happened to him?"

"Cliff? He graduated, went off to Montana to veterinary school. I think he
wanted to play with the cowboys." Jimmy caught his father's expression. "Oh
no, that's okay. We weren't lovers or anything. But I did miss those
Sundays we used to spend in bed, wrestling and laughing and eating pizza
sauce off each other." He laughed, remembering. "But he put me on to some
of his other playmates before he went so I wasn't left alone or consigned
back to the library or anything."

Jim laughed with him. "I envy you, son. Guys my age don't seem to laugh
very much in bed."

Jimmy turned serious. "We'll have to fix that. I mean, sex is wonderful and
even cosmic sometimes I guess but it's also about the most fun you can ever
have. Cliff taught me that, best lesson I learned in my four years of
college I think."

They were quiet for a moment while the waitress poured more coffee and laid
down the check. Jim tossed his credit card on the tray and watched her take
it away. "I don't know about that, Jimmy. Us. Laughing in bed. It doesn't
seem like..."

"Oh, come on, dad. Do you think last night harmed someone or something? I
mean, that's nuts." His mouth took on the barest hint of a smile. "Or maybe
you didn't like it. Is that it?"

"You know damn well I liked it, Jimmy. Maybe even more than you did. But
that's not the point." Jim stopped as the waitress returned with the credit
slip. He calculated the tip, added it and signed.

Outside he said, "Look, let's drop this for now, okay? I think we both need
to do some thinking before we go on with it." He glanced at Jimmy's car
parked next to the restaurant. "How much more is there to pack?"

Jimmy shook his head. "All done except for the sheets on the bed and a
couple of towels. I figured I'd be sleeping at the dorm last night but," he
winked at his dad, "as it turns out I could have packed them, too, couldn't
I?"

"Okay. I still have to check out of the motel. You want to go home or
directly to the lake?"

"The lake." He knew it would be easier on his dad, sleeping with him at the
lake rather than at home and he wanted to make it as easy on his dad as
possible. The possibility of their not sleeping together didn't even occur
to him.

"I figured as much. Okay, I'll see you there."

The drive down to the lake afforded Jim the chance to do some heavy
thinking. He went over the night before in great detail, trying to find
anything he might have done to bring about what had happened-but there was
nothing. Jimmy had ordered the second bottle of wine and the cognac
afterward. Jim had certainly drunk his share but without any idea of making
what had happened happen. His thinking was not well organized either.

Sleeping together had been an accident. There were no other rooms
available, Jim had heard the desk clerk say that as he'd registered. He
guessed maybe he could have slept in his underwear but he never did that
and he'd had too much wine for it to occur to him to do that. Besides,
Jimmy could have done the same thing, he didn't have to come into the bed
naked. The more he thought about it the more convinced he became that, even
unconsciously, he hadn't engineered any of it. He also became convinced
Jimmy hadn't either. It was all pure chance.

So then what harm had been done by what happened? They'd both obviously
enjoyed it. It. Unbidden, his mind put the name to it: incest. What they'd
done was called incest and it runs counter to just about everything society
teaches us. Suddenly Jim found himself short of breath. When he tried to
wipe away the sheen of sweat that had formed on his forehead his hand shook
and he realized it was suddenly cold.

It took a moment but he managed to push back the panic that was rising in
him like dark bile. He forced himself to breath deeply, sucking in oxygen
and pushing back the adrenaline that threatened to take control of
him. Later, thinking back on it, Jim was surprised he hadn't driven off the
road.

Jimmy, in the meantime, had long since given up trying to control his grin
and was singing along with the radio, thinking he must be the happiest man
on the planet. He had just graduated from college, he had a promising job
to go to in a couple of weeks, he owned a wonderful place at the lake and,
best of all, he was in love. The fact that it was his dad he was in love
with only made it better.

The more he thought about that-being in love with his dad-the more he
thought he'd always been in love with him. Even as a kid he hadn't loved
him the way kids were supposed to love their dads; his was more intense,
more like being in love with him. He wondered if the bad years between them
didn't have a lot to do with that. Well, no matter. The cat was certainly
out of the bag now.

Images from the night before began to slide through his mind, exciting him
all over again. He stopped them at the picture of himself sitting on his
dad's thighs, holding their two fat cocks in his hands. A perfect match, he
thought. Like father, like son. His dick was cramped in his jeans and he
thought about letting it out but decided he'd better not. If he did he knew
he'd jack it off and somehow he didn't want to do that just now, alone.

The same image was in Jim's mind, too, only from a different perspective:
he was seeing that mischievous, impish grin on Jimmy's face. Jimmy, holding
both their dicks in his hands and laughing, taking great pleasure in
everything he was doing. Bringing Jim great pleasure by everything he was
doing.

But it was incest.

He broke out in a sweat again. What if someone found out? What would happen
to them? His mind suddenly filled with ugly images, images of pointing
fingers, cruel, laughing faces, jail. And then Jimmy's face again, mouth
slack with pleasure...

Jim decided not to think about it anymore.

Jimmy pushed the image away too, afraid that dwelling on it might make him
come, even without touching himself.

It was a little after five when they pulled up to the gate across the
driveway to the lake house. Jim got out and unlocked the gate then walked
back and presented Jimmy with a ring of keys. "This one's the gate," he
said, enumerating them, "this one's the cabin, the boat house, the shed and
this one's the pump house. They're yours now, all of them."

Jimmy solemnly took the ring and fingered the keys, feeling a little
awed. He didn't know what to say.

Once they had opened the house and taken a few of their things in, Jimmy
stood on the screen porch, jingling the keys and looking out at the apple
tree he and his dad had planted the second or third time they'd been
there. When Jim came out Jimmy dropped the keys on a table and put his arms
around his dad.

"I can't tell you how much all this means to me," his gesture took in the
cabin, the lake, the apple tree, everything. "Now," he took Jim's ear lobe
gently in his teeth and whispered in his ear, "may I suck your cock, dad?"

He didn't wait for an answer; he slid down his father's body until he was
on his knees and then quickly unzipped his dad's jeans and dug out his
flaccid cock. He took the cock in his mouth, not moving on it, just letting
his tongue wander over it and feeling it expand and grow long in his mouth,
finally filling him and pushing itself down into his throat.

Jim's orgasm took them both by surprise, both by its suddenness and by its
force. Before Jimmy began to move on the nearly hard cock his dad let out a
strangled cry and bent almost double, pining Jimmy on his cock while it
exploded down his throat. The pleasure hit Jim like a lightning bolt and
lasted about that long; it was over in a matter of seconds and then his
cock shriveled on Jimmy's tongue.

When the cock in his mouth was completely soft Jimmy looked up at his
father and said, "Wow. You must have been playing with yourself the whole
way down."

Jim started to deny it and then stopped, thinking. "Yea. I guess you'd say
that's what I was doing, playing with myself."

They stripped off their clothes and swam in the lake, naked for the first
time. When they grew tired of swimming they hoisted themselves up on the
anchored float and watched the dusk begin to take over the sky. Then Jim
settled in between his son's legs and gave him a long, slow blow job, gave
it to him out in the open for God and whoever else might be looking down on
them to see. And when Jimmy came he laughed right along with him.

When it was over Jim stretched out beside his son. "Tell me something. Am I
as much of a jaw breaker as you are?" He reached down and gently ran his
hand over his son's cock. "That thing is big."

Jimmy stretched up and kissed his dad. "I'd say you got me beat in that
department. But that's okay. After all, you should have the daddy dick." He
idly stroked his dad's cock, running his fingers around the ridge of the
head. "You know, it wasn't until last night-this morning, really-that I
knew you're circumcised." He squeezed the head gently and felt it begin to
expand. "How come you left me natural?"

"Almost didn't. Those idiot doctors were just getting ready to do it when I
got there and stopped them. They hadn't asked or anything, just went ahead
with it. God was I mad."

"Why? I mean, you were cut."

"That's why I was so angry. All my life I felt like I'd been cheated out of
something and I wasn't going to let that happen to you. I figured if you
wanted to be circumcised you could go get circumcised. I'd even pay for
it..." He chuckled to himself. "I guess I never got around to telling you
that, did I? That I'd pay for it if you wanted to get circumcised?" He
reached down and took hold of Jimmy's cock, rolling the foreskin up, over
his thumb. "Anyway, I wasn't about to make that decision for you. Was it a
problem? In school I mean. Did you get kidded about it?"

Jimmy shook his head. "Not really. By the time it might have been a problem
I'd already seen Jeff Blore in the shower and his was natural, too. That
made me special because I was like him and the other guys we hung out with
weren't." His voice turned wistful. "It was a time when I needed to feel
special, too, so it really was for the best." He rolled up onto his arm and
kissed his dad. "Thanks for rescuing it for me."

They were still holding on to each other's cocks and both cocks were hard,
demanding attention. They got it, in what might be called a circle jerk for
two.

Later they grilled steaks and ate them with salad and fried potatoes and a
good red wine. Afterward they poured another glass of the wine and went to
sit on the porch swing. It was dark on the porch with only a sliver of moon
reflected in the ripples on the lake. They sipped their wine, looking out
over the water.

Jim, though, just couldn't let go of it and he finally broke the
silence. "Jimmy? You know what they call what we've done?"

"Sure." You could almost hear the grin in his voice. "Having ho-mo-sex-u-al
relations." He gave the word five syllables, each one accented heavily.

"No. Be serious." He paused for a moment. "Although I suppose that's bad
enough"

"It's also a lot of fun. So what're you getting at?"

"Jimmy, I am your father. You are my son. Does that suggest anything to
you?"

"You're going to make me pick up my room?" At his father's sigh Jimmy gave
in. "Okay, okay. Yes. Being father and son does suggest something. Yes I
know what they call it. Yes I know it's suppose to be wrong. And yes, I
suppose if anyone found out they'd shit their pants. But dad..."

"I wish you wouldn't call me that, not right now. Why can't you call me Jim
or Buddy or something?"

"Because it wouldn't be right," Jimmy said with an air of exasperation. "I
happen to love you and you happen to be my dad so why should I call you
some stupid name like Buddy? And okay, so it's incest." You could hear the
smile again. "At least you're my dad so the curse of Oedipus doesn't
apply."

"Jimmy..."

It was Jimmy's turn to sigh. "Don't let it get to you, dad. I mean, who's
gonna tell?"

They sat in silence then, staring out at the water, each lost in his own
thoughts. After a while Jimmy got up and went out the screen door. Jim
could see him through the screen, a shadow in the pale moonlight, fumbling
at his crotch.

Then a splash. Jimmy was peeing out on the lawn, something that never would
have occurred to either one of them to do before tonight. Jim could see him
in his mind's eye, holding his thick cock rather delicately, his finger
tips feeling the water flow through that long tube on the underside. The
picture gave him an erection.

Then a second picture: the same scene but without Jimmy, without the sound
out there on the lawn, without the love.

Jimmy came back and picked up his wine glass. "You want some more?" he
asked into the dark.

Jim stood up. "Come over here, son. Please." When Jimmy stood in front of
him Jim took his hand and pressed it into his crotch, over his erection. "I
give up. See what you do to me, just standing out there peeing? I love you
and I guess that's it. End of story."

Jimmy kissed him and then led him up to bed where Jim surprised the hell
out of himself with his fourth orgasm that day.

The next ten days were long and lazy. They swam, they napped and they even
managed to spruce up the garden, such as it was. They rarely wore any
clothes although Jim invoked his father's prerogative and insisted that a
shirt be worn at the evening meal. Jimmy docilely complied with the letter
of the law: each evening he wore a fresh, clean tee shirt; he just didn't
wear anything else.

One afternoon they were weeding a flower bed and Jim casually asked Jimmy
if he ever went with women, too.

"Not since junior high when I was still trying to prove what a regular guy
I was." He laughed. "Looking back, I didn't much like it then, either."

They pulled a few more weeds before the actual meaning of the question came
to him. "Oh. You mean will I bite the bullet and produce maybe a James
B. Keith, III? It doesn't really seem to be in the cards." He paused for a
bit, thinking. "Does that bother you?"

Jim shook his head. "No, not in the least. I was just curious."

A little later Jim went over to the table and poured himself more iced
tea. "Well, maybe it does," he said, not looking at Jimmy. "Children can be
very rewarding. Look at yourself."

Jimmy pulled one last weed and then went to his father. "It's not in me,
dad. It just isn't."

Jim hugged his son close. "I'll get used to it." He felt Jimmy's body begin
to respond to his embrace; they left the weeding until later.

A day or two later, eating ice cream and strawberries after dinner, Jimmy
looked up and asked, "Do you still go with women?"

His father smiled. "I wondered how long it was going to take for you to
ask. Yes, I do once in a while; not often but sometimes I get the urge to
go out on the town, go dancing and... Well, a woman seems the better
choice. And then, afterward, sometimes Nature takes her course and it
happens." He held up his hand and went on: "Yes, I actually do enjoy
it. Not like with you perhaps but it really does feel good."

Jimmy shook his head. He remembered those times back in high school when
he'd been trying to prove his manhood.

"I can tell from your expression that you don't share my enthusiasm," Jim
chuckled. "Was it really so awful for you? Maybe it was just the wrong
girl."

"It was lots of girls, dad. And no, I don't suppose it was exactly awful
but it wasn't a lot of fun either. In fact, the only way I got through it
was by picturing Jeff Blore in my mind."

"Your idol? The one who wasn't circumcised either?"

"That's him." Jimmy smiled, the image of Jeff Blore popping into his
mind. "See, one time we were in the shower at the gym and Jeff, I don't
know, he just started playing with himself, soaping up his dick and
skinning it back until it was pretty much hard. I think he was starting to
jack off but then he saw me watching and turned his back. I guess he turned
on the cold water too because when he left his dick was all shrunken and
his balls were pulled up tight in his crotch. He even tried to hide it with
his hands as he walked by me." Jimmy took a last bite of his ice
cream. "Anyway, after that whenever I was doing it to a girl I just
pictured Jeff playing with his dick and I was okay. I could keep it up and,
you know, perform. Sometimes it took me a long time but they liked that I
guess."

"How long did it take before you were playing with Jeff's dick?"

"Never. I never touched... Oh, you mean in my fantasies." Jimmy was glad it
was dim in the room and his father couldn't see him blush. "Not long, I
guess. But it was always that I was doing him a favor. Like maybe he had a
cast on his arm and he asked me to help him out 'cause he couldn't do it
himself. Sometimes my arm would be in a cast too so I'd have to help him
out with my mouth." His voice turned serious. "It took a long time before I
could let myself go and admit what I wanted to do. And a lot longer to
really do it."

"Those were bad times, weren't they," Jim said quietly.

"Yea, I guess they were. Even after you and I got to be friends that part
was hard. I mean, I kept having these fantasies when I'd jack off,
fantasies about guys and about doing things with them but at the same time
I was trying to be this," he groped for the right word, "this macho man
with the girls. And with the guys. I lived in terror that someone would
find out... I don't know, find out what I thought about sometimes when I
jacked off, I guess. Even after I dropped the gang and started studying and
all, I was still afraid someone was going to find out about..." He suddenly
stood up. "I want to go to bed."

Jim was startled. "You want to not talk about this?"

Jimmy took his hand and led him up the stairs. "No, actually I think I do
want to talk about it. It's just that... somehow it seems so much easier in
bed, like I could say anything and it's okay, it's just between us and
everything's okay between us." He shook his head. "Something like
that. Besides, I want to touch you. Naked."

They took turns in the tiny bathroom and then stretched out side by side on
the bed, touching from shoulder to heel. They lay in silence for a minute
or two.

"It's times like this when I wish I still smoked."

Jim rolled up on his elbow and looked at his son. He couldn't tell if he
was smiling or not. "Now what brought that on?"

"I don't know. I guess because you can fill in the silences with fumbling
for cigarettes, finding an ash tray, matches. Cliff used to smoke sometimes
and there were never any awkward silences or anything." Jimmy shrugged in
the darkness.

"You're right. It does give you something to do. I think that's what I
missed most when I quit, too."

It was Jimmy's turn to roll up on his elbow. "You smoked? I never knew
that."

"It was a long time ago. I quit before you were born." He paused for a
moment. "You want to start again?"

Jimmy laid back down, his eyes fixed on the stars outside the big
windows. "No. It reminds me too much of... before."

Jim smiled to himself. That answered a question he'd never asked. In all
the time Jimmy had been in college Jim had never seen him drink a
beer. Wine, yes. Liquor, sometimes. But never a beer. Now he knew why. He
leaned over and kissed the boy. For a moment he thought they were through
talking but Jimmy broke away and ran his hand over Jim's belly. "You want
to hear the rest?"

Jim laid his hand over Jimmy's. "Yes. I want to hear everything. I want to
know everything there is to know about you."

"I didn't let myself think about it much except when I was fucking or
sometimes when I was jerking off. I mean, it was this horrible thing and if
I gave in to it I'd be a pansy or a faggot or something. Oh, this is so
stupid." He laughed but it was bitter laughter. His dad squeezed his hand
and they lay in silence for a minute or two.

Jimmy began again, his voice just above a whisper. "I was so scared. And
then one day I ran into this guy. He sold me some joints and then shared a
couple with me. It was good stuff, made me high real quick and he kept
passing it to me and I kept taking it. Anyway, next thing I know I'm naked
and he's down there, between my legs, sucking my dick. Then, I don't know,
I guess it was the stuff but anyway I sort of gave in to it and just let
things happen for a while." He lapsed back into silence.

Jim rolled up on his elbow and began stroking Jimmy's chest and belly,
helping the tension escape. Jimmy sighed and began again.

"I knew I was too high to come but it felt so good, what he was doing, I
just let him do it. And then he moved himself around and his dick was right
next to my face. I couldn't see it very well because it was too close and
then somehow it was in my mouth and I was sucking on it and when I realized
that's what was happening, that I had this guy's cock in my mouth and I was
sucking on it and it had this sort of salty taste, I just exploded. I came
and came and then he did too and I choked on it, trying to swallow
it. Then, when we were through, he patted my ass and said, 'maybe next
time, huh kid?' and walked away. I... I smoked the rest of the joints, to
stay high as long as I could because I didn't want to have to think about
it."

Jimmy took hold of his father's hand and kissed the palm. "But you can't
stay high forever," he said steadily. "After a while your body just rejects
it and your brain shuts down and then you wake up in a cold sweat trying to
remember what you did. When I remembered I got sick to my stomach. Oh, not
over what I'd done, but with fear," he kissed his father's palm again,
"fear of what I knew I was. Jeff had been right: I was a faggot."

"You poor baby. If only I'd known. If only I could have helped."

"No one could help, dad. I had to do it myself."

"What did you do?" Jim found himself both attracted and repelled by Jimmy's
story. He was repelled by the horror his son had gone through but at the
same time he was very proud of the boy's resilience.

"For a long time, nothing. I just didn't let myself think about it. Any of
it."

"But what about sex. How'd you manage..."

"I didn't. I gave it up. I told some cock and bull story about picking up a
really bad disease from some girl over in Peppertown. I quit jacking off,
too, because whenever I did I always ended up thinking about some guy and
then I hated myself." He paused, thinking. "You know, I'll bet there aren't
many kids whose wet dreams are nightmares, but mine were. Mine always had
this guy in them, the same guy I'd blown that one time. And I never came
until I was blowing him. I hated those dreams."

Jim hugged his son close. He wanted to cry for him.

"It was better after that weekend here. You told me, you said out loud,
that you loved me. I couldn't believe that. After all I'd done and all the
hurt and... Well, that shook me up badly."

His dad chuckled. "It shook me up too. Especially when you said the same
thing back."

"I meant that." He kissed Jim on the mouth. "Although maybe I didn't know
how much I meant it. Anyway, after that it got a little easier. I mean, if
you could love me after everything else, maybe you could love me if I was a
faggot, too. Maybe. But I wasn't ready to find out."

"How long were you..."

"Celibate? A couple of years. Then I decided it was okay to think about
guys as long as I, you know, didn't do anything about it so I started to
masturbate again." He laughed again, this time with enjoyment. "God damn it
felt good. For a while there I was doing it four or five times a day, just
letting my mind go and picture whatever it wanted to. I figured anything
was okay as long as it was only in your mind and I guess I had fantasies
about everything. Even..." He stopped and sat up. "Is it okay to talk about
this?"

"Anything is okay with me, Jimmy. I told you, I want to know everything."

Jimmy hesitated. "Does that work both ways? I mean there's stuff..."

"All you have to do is ask, Jimmy. Now, get on with it. What were you
having fantasies about?"

"You. Only they were all wrong, you know? I mean, I didn't know about
this," he reached down and gently took hold of his dad's dick, "that you
were circumcised. I just assumed you were like me-or rather I was like
you. So in my fantasies you always had a foreskin."

"What'd we do in your fantasies?" Jim dick was in the first stages of
getting hard.

"The usual stuff, I guess. No, really. I haven't had those fantasies in
years and all I really remember is your dick. By the way," he still had
hold of Jim's dick and he petted the head with his thumb, "I like it better
this way because now we have one of each kind between us."

Jim kissed his son and then took hold of his cock. It was matching Jim's in
getting hard. "I see what you mean. When I want to play with foreskin I
play with yours. For a circumcised one I play with mine. Not bad." He put
his other hand on his own cock, over Jimmy's. "Best of all, I can play with
both at the same time."

They were both hard by this time and Jimmy began to move his hand along his
father's shaft. "Oh, no you don't," Jim said. "I want to hear the rest of
the story. When did you, ah, go back to people?"

"I told you that part already. Remember the guy in the library rest room?
The one who blew my brains out? He was it. See, once I got to State I
realized, and fast, that I wasn't the only guy in the world who liked
guys. I mean, during orientation there was this booth set up by the Gay
Student Union. Right there on the campus quad. And people were actually
going up to it, talking with the guys and picking up literature. I couldn't
do it, but other people did. And the guys didn't look like... I mean, they
were just regular guys. Actually it scared me pretty bad."

"Scared you? Why?"

"Because if those everyday looking guys were queers then I probably was one
too. I know, I know. Look at it this way, I'd come to pride myself that I
didn't look like the men I thought might be faggots so therefore maybe I
really wasn't. Maybe it was, I don't know, maybe it was just a phase or
something. But there were these guys who looked just like me and they were
queer; I mean, they were manning the queer booth for god's sake. So I spent
three months or so with this rattling around in my head. Then I went to the
library."

"And had a mystical experience?"

Jimmy laughed and began stroking his dad's cock again. "Well, yes and
no. The blow job might very well have been mystical but I didn't have any
sudden revelation that being queer was okay. No, that took a lot
longer. But I did like the blow job and I did go back for more. I guess I
was something of a regular around there for a while."

Jim took hold of the hand on his cock. "Don't do that."

Jimmy stopped but didn't let go. "I didn't. I didn't touch anyone, I just
stuck it through and got it sucked. If the guy on the other side stuck his
through I just got up and left. Oh, I watched through the hole while guys
jacked off but I wouldn't do anything with them. Until Cliff."

Jim gave up trying to stop Jimmy's hand and decided to fight fire with
fire. He began to stroke Jimmy's cock, pulling the skin all the way to the
base and then up, over the head until it was completely covered and he had
a small bundle of loose skin in his hand.

"Cliff was different, right from the start. It was a Friday night and the
rest room was very busy. I hung around, waiting for a booth to open up and
when one did Cliff just followed me into it. He closed the door and
unzipped my pants, just like that. He had my dick out before I even noticed
that the guy in the other booth was watching through the hole, kind of
sticking his tongue out, wanting to suck one or the other of us. He didn't
care which. But Cliff ignored him, just playing with my cock. He put his
mouth up next to my ear and said he thought I was pretty and I had just the
kind of cock he liked. Then he kissed me."

"And?"

"Damned if I didn't kiss him back. I don't know what came over me but just
like that I kissed him back. And we kept kissing until I thought I was
going to pass out. Finally Cliff stuffed my dick back in my pants and said
we needed a bed. Then he took me by the hand, led me out of the rest room
right in front of everybody and took me home with him. We had sex for two
days and three nights." He bent down and kissed the head of his father's
dick. "And it was okay. I mean I was okay. I did things with Cliff that I'd
never dreamed two guys could do together and I liked every one of them. He
fucked me and he taught me to fuck him. He taught me to suck cock, too, and
he taught me that sex was fun."

Jim pulled Jimmy down until he was stretched out on top of him, their hard
cocks pressed together, side by side. "He sure taught you well," Jim said,
kissing Jimmy's mustache. "Very well. What happened next?"

"Not much." Jimmy was having trouble concentrating. "Cliff went off to
Montana, I joined the Gay Student Union and tried to give some of the guys
there the benefit of my education. Then I fell into bed with my dad and I
guess that pretty much brings us up to date."

Jim began to thrust gently with his hips making their dicks rub against the
flesh that held them trapped. One of them was leaking a lot of pre-come,
making them slippery.

Jimmy slipped his hands behind his father's neck and rubbed him there, just
where his hair line ended. It was one of the most exciting things Jim had
ever felt and it drove him to thrust his hips faster. "Careful," Jimmy
sighed into his dad's mouth.

"Careful hell. I gave up being careful when I gave in to you." He pulled
Jimmy's tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. Jimmy began to move in
counterpoint to his thrusts. Jim put his hands out and caught hold of the
twin mounds of Jimmy's ass, urging him on.

Jimmy mumbled something but his dad couldn't tell what because he still
held Jimmy's tongue prisoner in his mouth. It didn't matter; they both knew
they'd passed the point of no return.

Jimmy went first, spraying his slick, white fluid out between them; its
heat touched his father's cock and set him off as well. They growled deep
in their throats and bucked against each other, increasing their
pleasure. Then they lay still, savoring each other.

Jim eventually rolled over, pulling his son onto his side. They dozed that
way until one of them had to turn. They found themselves sticky but didn't
care; they were sticky with each other. Finally they slept, Jimmy nestled
back against his father's fur, Jim's hand gently glued to Jimmy's belly,
just above his dick.

When they woke Jim kissed Jimmy behind the ear. "Thank you, son."

"Hum?"

"For last night. For sharing your life with me."

Jimmy rolled over and kissed his father. "The thanks should come from
me. You gave me my life. Twice."