Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 13:40:04 -0800
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy Chapter 25

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

Chapter Twenty-Five
"But what's that to do with me?"


The next July Jimmy and David went to the lake, their first Fourth of July
there in several years. On the evening of the fourth they lay on the
anchored float, feeding antipasto to each other and sipping champagne. It
had turned out that one of the odd companies Shareff had left them owned
the winery that made the champagne so they had a seemingly inexhaustible
supply.

"Do you remember that Fourth of July we were out here with dad and
Shareff?" Jimmy asked.

David laughed. "There were several, as I remember. You mean the first time,
the time you sat on my dick and made Shareff our lover?" The memory made
his dick begin to thicken and pull away from its resting place against his
balls.

"Yea, that time." Jimmy's voice seemed thick. "I want to do it again."

"You want to sit on my dick again?" David looked at him and was suddenly
filled with desire. He flexed his dick and it snapped up to lie on his
belly.

Jimmy crawled onto David's chest and laid his hard cock against his
lips. The tip of David's tongue snaked out and tried to push under his
foreskin, looking for his pee slit. Jimmy pulled his skin back and then
rolled it forward, over David's tongue. "Can I? Can I sit on your dick?"

David looked up at him and his tongue relinquished its place. "Pretty Man,
you may sit on my dick any time, any where you want. Did you..."

"Right here." Jimmy took a condom out of the picnic basket. David took it
away from him and reached behind him to unroll it on himself. Jimmy spit
into his hand and held it out to David who added his saliva. It was all the
lube they needed anymore.

Jimmy leaned down and kissed David before moving back to position himself
over David's cock and then slowly sink down on it. All the while their eyes
remained locked, each one trying to transmit the pleasure he was feeling to
the other.

Jimmy rode David's cock for a long time and then they rolled over so David
was on top of Jimmy, driving himself into Jimmy's ass and looking into
Jimmy's eyes, watching the pleasure filling him up. When he saw it reach
Jimmy's eyes and they began to glaze over, he slowed, making his strokes as
long as possible. It was more difficult to keep his own orgasm at bay this
way but he knew it was the way Jimmy liked it best.

"Oh, David," Jimmy moaned, hardly able to speak, "I can't wait any
longer. Please..."

David let himself go and suddenly they were both moaning with pleasure,
Jimmy pouring cum out between them, making both of them slick with it.

They lay quietly together until David began to go soft inside Jimmy. He
kissed Jimmy and slowly withdrew. "Oh, Pretty Man, thirteen years and you
can still do that to me. Hard to believe."

Jimmy grinned. "You know the best part about being over fifty? It takes
longer so you have more time with it, to enjoy it."

They poured more champagne and lay back, letting Jimmy's cum dry on
them. They'd wash it off later but for now they both liked the smell and
feel of it on their bodies.

The fireworks were well done, as always. KLK Holdings, which owned most of
the property around the lake now, put them on every year for the people who
rented its houses.

The next morning they took a critical tour around the property. It was in
good repair -- KLK Holdings saw to that -- but it really needed a major
remodeling. The boat house would have been better off torn down than
remodeled and, worst of all, the old apple tree, the one Jim had planted
years ago, had died and needed to be taken out.

"You know," Jimmy said over lunch, "I wonder if it isn't time to think
seriously about that resort idea I had a few years back. We hardly come
down here anymore; I think this trip was more of a sentimental journey than
anything else."

David sighed and looked out at the lake. "I guess you're right. I hate to
leave it, though. We've had so many good times here." He paused and swatted
a fly. "But you're right. With Clear Harbor now, we're going to be spending
more and more time out there. Yea, let's have someone look into it."

David was right about spending more and more time at Clear Harbor. By the
next July they were there at least half of their time and were talking
about ways to be there all the time. They were still in their quarters
above the little beach, mainly because Jimmy wouldn't give up the garden
bathroom; he still found great pleasure in peeing among the flowers. David
was working on a plan to add a garden to the master bedroom; when it was
finished he and Jimmy moved into the main house. They gave their quarters
to Ishmael and Kingston, who were delighted with them.

They began work on the resort at the lake, too. David designed the facades
of the major buildings and a number of the important public rooms leaving
the rest to his staff. They merged Shareff's construction company into
Keith, Langford, Keith, and Agizz and Jimmy took over as chairman of the
board. KLK&A were going to act as the construction manager and lead builder
of the project which they called, rather simply, A Place at the Lake.

Two or three times during this period Jimmy and David talked to Marta and
asked about Little Anton. Each time she had glowing things to say, things
they knew were lies. They suspected she knew they were lies, too, but said
nothing. The divorce had hit Marta and Anton hard, but they eventually
accepted it. Looking at the good side, Marta said, at least she was through
with those dreadful in-laws.

Claudine received occasional cards from Anton and she clearly knew they
were sham. Franz thought they should put a detective on him, to find out
what he was doing but his wife would not hear of it. They knew he was alive
and that was enough. If he wanted them to know more he would tell them.

He told them in August of the next year.

Jimmy and David were in the yellow drawing room reading a three day old New
York Times when Ishmael announced, "Mr. Anton and a friend, gentlemen."

Anton stood in the doorway, as handsome as they'd ever seen him. With him
was a man about his age, and almost as handsome. He had reddish hair, cut
short, and a neat, closely cropped golden beard and mustache. He was taller
than Anton, and heavier, and he stood with one hand protectively on Anton's
shoulder.

They all stared at each other for a moment before Anton crossed the room
and threw himself into Jimmy's arms. The other man held his hand out to
David. "My name is Eric, sir, Eric Carter. Thank you for seeing us." He had
a firm, dry grip.

They switched, Anton hugging David and Eric introducing himself to Jimmy.

After the introductions they went outside, to the South terrace because
Anton said he wanted to look at the sea. Ishmael followed them and served
drinks, gin and tonic for Jimmy and David, beer for Anton and Eric. David
smiled to himself and thought, my God, his father was once the Prime
Minister of France and here he is, drinking beer.

"I know I haven't been very good about writing," Anton said, "but... Well,
I couldn't lie to you and I knew Mother or Claudi would let you know I was
okay. Or at least alive."

Jimmy touched his shoulder. "Are you back for good?"

"I think so. Yea, if you'll have me back."

David hugged him. "Sure we will. We've missed you."

"So..." Jimmy let it hang, looking from one to the other.

"It's a long story," Anton said. "Tell them, will you Eric? All of it." He
went to the balustrade and stood with his back to them, looking out to sea.

Eric took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. "Can..." He indicated
some low, cushioned chairs grouped around a small table.

They sat and looked expectantly at him.

"He wants me to tell it all so I guess it's okay," Eric said. He had just a
hint of the American South in his voice. "Well, about a year ago, maybe a
little more, I got a bonus where I work. It was a pretty good bonus so
after I put some away I thought I'd treat myself. I sometimes like... liked
to call this service they have in San Francisco and what with the bonus
money and all I just asked for the handsomest one they had."

Both Jimmy and David turned to look at Anton.

Eric laughed self consciously. "Yea, it was him. Came to me on a rainy
Saturday and never left. Of course the service got really angry and they
made us pay for stuff they'd bought him but we managed..."

"You're not supposed to get involved with your clients," Anton said,
sitting next to Eric. "So if you do he makes you pay for clothes and stuff
he gave you, mostly stuff other guys left behind. Anyway, Eric got me a job
at this agency where he works and between us we paid the son-of-a-bitch
what he wanted."

Eric put his hand on the nape of Anton's neck. "It wasn't that hard,
really, with both of us working."

Jimmy cocked his head. "Just where is it you work? And what do you do
there?"

"Oh, we work for Litchfield and Company. It's an advertising agency in San
Francisco. Anton's an assistant media buyer and I write copy." He laughed
at David's look. "I write better than I talk. Really. It's just that I come
from the South and somehow I can't stop talking Oklahoma."

"He does write well, Uncle David. He's writing a novel and it's good. Is
something wrong, Uncle Jimmy?"

Jimmy closed his mouth. "No, no. I just remembered that I have to make a
phone call. Will you excuse me for a minute?" He ran into the house.

David grinned at Anton. "Well, it seems you finally did learn how guys do
it. With a vengeance."

Eric raised an eyebrow but Anton just laughed and said, "It's a sort of
joke between us. I'll tell you later."

"You guys look a little warm in those clothes. Why don't you go put on some
shorts or something?" He hugged Anton again. "We really are glad you've
come back to us. How long are you staying, anyway? Last couple of times it
wasn't long enough."

Anton looked shy. "Can we stay the week? We don't have to be back at work
until Monday."

"Of course you can. Stay a month if you like, or a year."

"I don't think they'd much like that at the office," Eric said. "Are you
sure we won't be in the way, sir? Staying a week?"

"Try not to call me 'sir', will you? It makes me feel old and no, you won't
be in the way." He turned to Anton. "Now go find Ishmael and ask him where
you're staying."

Inside, David found Jimmy just coming out of their office. "I sent them to
change. What was that phone call nonsense all about?"

"Do you know," Jimmy said, leading him into the office, "do you know who
owns Litchfield and Company? It's owned by a construction company which, in
turn is owned by an outfit called KLK&A. And do you know..."

"You're kidding. They work for us? Do you suppose Anton knows it?"

"I doubt it. We're fairly far out in the corporate structure. But you know,
I really don't understand what's going on here."

"Oh, I do. I think. Try this: Anton, the failed heterosexual, becomes a
high priced -- I guess high priced, the kid had to get a bonus to afford
him -- anyway, he becomes a call boy to prove he can be successful at
something sexual. But he isn't. Not really, because what he really wants is
to be successful at loving and that's not the same. Then he meets this
pretty redhead and the guy actually gives back some of what Anton is trying
to give him. Not only that, Eric wants to take care of him, which is the
one thing nobody ever did for him before. Now, I ask you, if you were in
this same situation, would you tell the guy about the hundred million
you're supposed to get before the year's out? Would you?"

Jimmy sighed. "No, I guess not. At least, not right away. But what happens
on his birthday, when he's suddenly up to his arm pits in money? He can't
pretend it isn't there."

"I know. He probably knows it too, by now, but doesn't know what to do
about it."

They were interrupted by the phone. Jimmy answered and spent most of the
time listening and nodding. When he hung up he shrugged. "Well, at least
that part of the story is true. They do work for Litchfield, they are away
on vacation and there was a bonus a year ago. Eric has had excellent
performance reviews for four years now and our Little Anton is still on
probation but seems to be working out well. He, by the way, is vacationing
without pay since they don't usually give vacations to people with less
than a year there."

They spent the rest of the day watching Anton and Eric be in love. It
reminded them of themselves a long time ago.

The next morning they were awakened by a knock on the door.

"Here, too? Is there no escape? Go away."

Anton opened the door and came in, carrying a tray of coffee. "Go ahead if
you're doing it. Maybe I can give you some pointers or something." He set
the tray on the table and served them their coffee. Then he climbed onto
the bed between them. "Cute, isn't he. And oh, God, how I love him."

Jimmy rolled out of bed. "I gotta pee."

"Hey," Anton called after him. "You don't have to hide it. He's got a big
one too, bigger than yours, I bet."

When he finished Jimmy swaggered back into the room, making his dick flop
from side to side. "I'll take that bet." He climbed back into bed, kissed
Anton on the cheek and picked up his coffee."

David cleared his throat. "Anton..."

"I know, I know. God, I've known you so long I can read your mind. I know I
have to tell him but I don't know how. Not now, not after he's dragged me
out of the gutter and...  I don't know, made me respectable."

"What does he know about you?" David asked.

"Nothing. He never asked. And I never said."

"What about your parents, does he know..."

"That my father is the Illustrious Ambassador? No, but I thought maybe that
might be a place to start."

"The place to start," Jimmy said with some exasperation, "is with the
truth.. Just tell him! Now!"

"Tell him what?" Eric was standing at the door. "May I come in? Ishtar said
you might be in here and the door was open and all so..."

Anton made a decision. David thought perhaps Anton was right about their
knowing each other for too long; he could actually see him make it.

"Come on in. And it's Ishmael, not Ishtar." He pulled Eric up between his
legs and put his arms around his chest. "I have to tell you a couple of
things and I want Uncle Jimmy and Uncle David to hear too, so they can stop
me if I don't tell it right. Okay?"

Eric nodded. "Sure."

Anton pushed Eric away slightly and jumped off the bed. "You want some
coffee. I think there's some..."

"Anton, get on with it." Jimmy had seen Anton happy, angry, even hurt, but
he'd never seen him nervous until this morning.

Anton poured coffee and handed it to Eric who took it and
smiled. "Well. See this room? This was my grandpa's bedroom, Grandpa's and
Uncle James' before Uncle James died."

"Anton!"

"I am, I am. I'm getting there." He sipped his coffee and started
again. "Eric, my grandpa's name was Shareff Agizz and he built this house."
He started to say that David had designed the house but the looks from the
bed told him to forget it. "Anyway I guess you don't read the business
section much because my grandpa was in it a lot. He was a very rich man,
Eric." He paused waiting for a reaction. "He's dead, Eric, and he left me a
lot of his money." Still no reaction.

"Eric?" Jimmy decided to cut right to the core of the matter. "Anton's
grandfather left him a hundred million dollars which he will have complete
control of on his next birthday."

They all held their breath, waiting for the reaction.

"Okay. But what's that to do with me?"

The silence was so complete they could each hear their hearts beating.

Anton put his coffee down and climbed back on the bed and put his arms
around Eric. "What it means, my love, is that come next birthday we are
going to be very rich and we will never again have to eat macaroni and
cheese three nights a week because we are paying off my slut clothes. It
also means we can quit our jobs and live anywhere we want while you write
your books. That's what it has to do with you."

Eric looked at him. "You'd do that? Support me so I could write?"

Anton had tears in his eyes. "Yes, love, I'd do that. You have books in
you, books I want to read, books everyone wants to read. Now all you have
to do is write them."

They all saw it, a sudden spark that lit up behind Eric's eyes. "Oh, I'll
write the books all right. I'll write them if you want to read them."

They went down to the beach for a swim and Anton made Eric take off his
suit and swim naked like the rest of them. Jimmy and David saw that Anton
had been right: Eric had a big one.

After breakfast Eric and David took a walk along the beach while Jimmy and
Anton stayed behind, arguing about French politics, a subject neither of
them knew much about.

"You know," Eric said, "I guess maybe I am a little simple but I really did
think he wouldn't stay. After he got the money, I mean. Oh, I knew he loved
me but money has a funny way of changing people sometimes so I just didn't
think much about it and enjoyed loving with him while I could."

"You knew?"

"You'd have to live in rural Tibet and not read any known Western language
not to know. Well, I guess that's not true because no one at the office
knows, but yea, I knew. When he told me his right name, after we'd been
together a couple of weeks..." He caught the quizzical expression on
David's face. "Oh, you know, guys you pay for never give you their right
names. It's part of not getting involved with their clients. Anyway, when
he did tell me his name I remembered seeing it so I went to the library and
looked it up. His father is the French Ambassador to Germany, isn't he?"

"He is. The "Illustrious Ambassador", as Anton puts it."

"That's going to be a problem, isn't it? Ambassadors don't usually have
sons who live with guys, do they?"

David laughed. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. Anton will think of
something."

It took time, but Anton's illustrious father did eventually come around, as
did his mother.

Once Anton had control of his money he did change a little. For one thing
he dressed better and for another he added a wing to the Langkeith Home for
Young Men and endowed a psychiatric unit for the home.

It took ten years of critically praised but poor selling books before Eric
hit his stride but once he did something of his was on the best seller list
every week for the rest of his life.

Eric and Anton spent a great deal of time at Clear Harbor and Jimmy and
David loved it when they were there but they never felt that spark that had
passed between Jimmy, his father, David and Shareff.

Jimmy and David lived on at Clear Harbor for fourteen years after Eric
brought Anton back to them. Then, one warm night in early October David
went in to bed while Jimmy finished his champagne, watching the moon ride
over the sea. David awoke alone and knew it even before he went out to the
balcony.

David died exactly one week later. Of a broken heart, Anton said.

The End
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AN AFTERWORD

I like to think of them, these five men, as being together somewhere,
perhaps on some tropical island we don't as yet know of: Jim, who started
it all by being Jimmy's father and then his lover; Jimmy, the lucky one who
found love four times; Doug, lover to his lover's father; Shareff, who
loved them all; and David, lover to his lover's father's lover.

These five men have two things in common which set them apart: they loved
deeply and unselfishly, and they were always kind. Would that we were all
like them.

Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net