Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 13:41:14 -0700
From: Country Guys <j_and_g@telis.org>
Subject: Chapter Three of Jim and Jimmy

CHAPTER THREE

"I think maybe it's what I've always wanted."

The early summer days passed quickly for both of them until, unexpectedly,
their last Sunday was upon them. They spent the morning in bed enjoying the
long slow pleasure of extended love-making. Then they spent the early
afternoon swimming in the lake and lying naked in the sun. Then it was time
to leave.

Jimmy was going back to River City where he would stay with Bob, a college
friend-a straight college friend he reminded his father-and where he would
start his job on Monday morning. Jim was going back to Jackston where he
would sleep in an empty bed and go back to being a civil engineer on Monday
morning. Both of them would go as changed men.

"Will you come back to the lake next weekend?" Jimmy asked as he was
finishing his packing.

"Shouldn't you be looking for a place to live?" Jim asked, wanting greatly
to come back.

Jimmy nodded. "I guess I should. But let it wait a week, Bob won't mind
putting me up for that long. Please?"

Jim kissed the boy. "Yes, I'll be here. You know I will."

They left quickly after that, knowing that to linger would invite not going
at all.

In the city Jimmy's job brought him unexpected pleasures; Bob did not.

Jimmy had worked for the bank during the past three summers and for the
past year he'd worked part time in the Real Estate Department, juggling
work and school time. Now that he'd graduated, he was being taken on full
time but, as he found out when he reported for work, not as the clerk he
had been. He was assigned as special assistant to Mr. Dier, the department
manager. Jimmy had always thought of Mr. Dier as a nice, if somewhat
remote, man but he didn't really know him or what to expect of him. He was
very pleased when Mr. Dier turned out to warm, friendly, and a
delegator. Jimmy started the week with more than he thought he could ever
get done and ended it having learned more than he had in most semesters at
school.

Living in Bob's apartment was a very different matter. Bob was going on to
graduate school and had only a part time job so he had quite a bit of free
time on his hands. Bob was also living away from his parents for the first
time and the quiet, studious young man Jimmy had known in classes turned
out to be in the middle of a belated adolescence. He slept late, spent a
few hours at his job and then hit the singles bars for the happy hour. Then
it was home, a quick meal and back to the bars. He usually dragged in
around midnight and he always had a woman with him. Jimmy, who was sleeping
on the couch, would be awakened to have a night cap with them and then left
to listen to springs squeaking and moans and giggles for much of the rest
of the night. But he was left to lie awake by choice; before Bob followed
the lady into the bedroom he always invited Jimmy to join them. Jimmy
always declined.

Friday afternoon couldn't come soon enough for Jimmy. Mr. Dier, who was
greatly pleased with Jimmy's work, sent him off early, telling him to get
some rest. It was a little after six-thirty when he arrived at the lake and
found his dad sitting in his car outside the gate.

"Dad, what're you doing sitting out here?" Jim got out of the car and
hugged his son; he'd missed him a lot.

"Waiting for you."

"Why out here? I'd hoped to find you inside with a cold glass of
wine. Naked." He did his best impression of a leer.

Jim shrugged his shoulders. "Actually I was hoping to find you in the same
position. Besides, I gave you the only set of keys. After all, it is your
place."

"Oh, dad. That was..." He threw his arms around Jim and hugged him. "We'll
take care of that tomorrow. It's your place too. Our place."

They settled themselves in, started charcoal in the grill and then took
glasses of cold white wine with them out onto the screen porch. They were
still clothed because, as Jim said, "if we get naked now we won't get
dinner and we won't get to talk at all. I want both first."

"You look tired, son. They working you too hard at the bank?"

"Oh, no. The job's wonderful." Jimmy went on to tell his dad about the job
and his boss and how much he was enjoying it all. By the time he got to
living in Bob's apartment they were sitting down to a dinner of grilled
steaks, corn and salad.

"That's horrible," Jim said when Jimmy had finished his tale of life in the
big city. "You've got to find yourself a place right away. I had no idea
you'd be sleeping in a living room on a couch."

"Well, Bob was good enough to invite me and I know it's hard on him too but
I have to admit I sure didn't know Bob was going to turn out to be a
retarded adolescent. I mean, even at my worst-or best depending on how you
look at it-I didn't end up with some new guy every night."

They talked some more and had another glass of wine while they cleaned up
and

then another while they got ready for bed. Jim was very anxious to make
love with Jimmy but he could see that what Jimmy really needed was sleep;
the wine would insure that he got that first. Besides, Jim thought, sex in
the morning was wonderful.

Jimmy was erect before he even got into the bed but he was asleep before he
could do anything about it. Jim wrapped himself around the boy and happily
went to sleep with his arm thrown protectively over him.

Sometime after five Jimmy woke in first light of dawn. He turned over and
spent ten or fifteen minutes watching his dad sleep; then he scooted down
on the bed and gave his dad the satyr dream again.

When they woke at six Jimmy put on a condom and very slowly, very gently
entered his dad. When he was fully inside they settled themselves together
and then drifted in and out of sleep for an hour until Jimmy couldn't hold
himself back any longer. He came, thrashing around and hitting on Jim's
prostate until Jim let go too, filling Jimmy's hand with his cum.

At eight thirty they finally got up.

After breakfast they went into the village for supplies and Jimmy had a new
set of keys made at the general store. He also bought an oversized key ring
to hold them. Back at the cottage they did some chores, swam in the lake
and had a light lunch. After lunch they tried to lie in the sun on the
beach for a while but quickly found themselves aroused so they went inside.

When they were settled on the bed Jim turned to Jimmy and said in a very
serious voice, "Son, I want to ask you something."

Jimmy looked up, startled by the tone of voice. "Yes?"

"Son, did you or did you not suck my dick this morning, before I was
awake?"

Jimmy laughed. "Well..."

"I thought so," Jim said, making a lunge for the boy's crotch. "You owe me
one and now's when I get it." He'd half swallowed Jimmy's cock before it
was even seriously hard. When he finally had to come off of it a little,
just enough so he could breathe, he played for a while with the long,
smooth foreskin. He loved the feel of his tongue slipping down inside that
tube of skin, probing for the wide slit in the head and then working
further down to worry the thick bundle of nerves on the underside of the
crown. That bundle was the most sensitive spot on his own cock and he was
gratified to find that tonguing there made Jimmy moan and writhe around on
the bed.

When he thought Jimmy was just about over the edge he slipped off Jimmy's
dick and began tonguing his balls, sucking them in, one by one and nipping
at the soft, wrinkled sack they hung in. He knew Jimmy loved this and he so
loved the taste of Jimmy's scrotum: mild soap, new sweat and just a musky
hint of Jimmy's after shave where he'd wiped his hands after shaving that
morning.

Finally Jimmy couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh, come on, dad. Blow
me. Please? Blow me." He thrust his hips out trying to get his dick in
Jim's mouth. By the time Jim let him he was at the top and as soon as his
dick made contact with Jim's tongue he fell over the edge with a low
growl. He thrashed around on the bed, moaning and laughing and calling his
dad a glorious cocksucker.

They slept then and awoke an hour later feeling wonderful.

"You know, son," Jim said as Jimmy splashed cold water on his face, "I
wonder if you shouldn't go back up to town early tomorrow and begin looking
for an apartment. It could take longer than you think and..."

"No, not tomorrow." Jimmy looked up, his face dripping. "I think perhaps
I've overlooked a very serious resource but I can't get at it until
Monday."

Jim looked perplexed. "What sort of resource?"

"Well, I'm assistant to the manager of the Real Estate Department, aren't
I? Get that? Real Estate Department? We have to know about places that are
available. I'm going to ask Mr. Dier..."

"Don't you think it's a bit early to be asking favors from your boss?"

"Oh, dad! It's probably a favor to the bank. I mean, if some property is
going un-rented, well, it'd be a favor to get it rented, wouldn't it?"

Jim sighed and trusted that Jimmy knew what he was doing.

That night, bathed in the light of a three quarter moon, they lay together,
gently fondling one another. "Dad?" Jimmy watched his father's face
closely. "Are you really okay with this? I mean, you seemed bothered
sometimes when we were here before and I kind of worried about it all last
week. I don't... I mean, I love you and I love this," he petted Jim's cock,
"but... I don't know. I want you to love it too and..."

Jim raised up and kissed the boy. "Yes," he answered slowly. "I'm pretty
much okay with it. And I love this, too." He patted Jimmy's cock. "It's the
prettiest one in the family and I dearly love being able to play with
it. But remember son, I've been around longer than you, in mostly different
times and sometimes the thought of what we're doing just plain scares the
shit out of me." He put his hand over Jimmy's mouth. "No, you asked and I
think you need to hear the answer. I spent a lot of time worrying about it
last week too. It's hard, you know, that I was your father and now all of a
sudden I'm your lover but I'm still your father, too. You may be a
twenty-one year old man but I am still your father and I always will
be. And sometimes I have to act like a father and I guess sometimes you're
going to have to act like a son. If we can work that part out, figure out a
way to keep the two roles separate, then we'll probably be okay, at least
for a while."

Jimmy sat up. "What do you mean, 'at least for a while'?"

"Well, I expect that in time a sweet, hunky, good looking stud like you is
going to get tired of hanging around with a guy old enough to be his
father. Or at least he's going to want to branch out with a guy his own
age. No, that's okay. If it happens, it happens. And if it doesn't, well,
then it doesn't. But in the meantime, let's play it for all it's worth." He
gathered Jimmy into his arms and Jimmy could see tears at the corners of
his dad's eyes. "I love you so much, son. So very much. Right or wrong,
good or bad. I guess that's just the way it is, the way it has to be."

"Okay." Jimmy could hardly get the word past the lump in his throat.

They lay in silence for a long time until finally Jim spoke into the
moonlight. "How about you? Are you okay with... what we're doing?" He
turned on his side and looked at Jimmy. "With me?"

Jimmy looked at him, studying his face. "I think maybe it's what I've
always wanted. Is that terrible? A kid wanting to be his father's lover? A
boy kid at that?" He hurried on, before his father could say
anything. "When it happened, that night in the motel, when I realized what
had happened, I thought I might die. No," he covered Jim's mouth, afraid
that if he didn't get this said now he never would. "Not die because of
what happened, I thought I might die if you wouldn't ever let it happen
again. I stood in that bathroom willing you to want it to happen again
too. And then when you started to get hard when I was washing you-God only
knows where I got the courage to pull those covers off and do that-when you
started to get hard I was so happy. But then you looked, I don't know,
angry I guess, when you went into the bathroom and I was so scared
but... Well what else could I do, I just 'brazened it out' as Cliff would
have said." There were tears running down Jimmy's face.

"My God."

"I can't help it. It's me."

They lay still again, each lost in his own thoughts. Finally Jimmy spoke
up. "That other thing? Just say 'it's your father speaking' and I'll
know. But don't... don't ever say it in jest. It's only for serious, okay?"

"Okay. Only if it has to be a father-son thing. And the same for you, you
just say 'it's your son speaking' and I'll listen. As a father. Okay? And
everything else... Well, everything else we can work out the way all lovers
do."

Jimmy laughed. "You mean by screaming and sulking? I think we've passed
that, don't you? Besides, it never worked for us anyway. How about talking,
listening and compromising?"

"You got it. Now, which do you want to do first, talk, listen or
compromise?"

"Fool with your dick, that's what I want to do first." Jimmy very lightly
ran his finger tips over his father's flaccid cock. "See if I can make it
stand up and throw up."

They wrestled around on the bed for a while, playing with each other and
laughing. When they were both breathing a little hard and well on the way
up the ladder of excitement, Jimmy got up on his knees and pulled his
father up facing him.

"You want to see what a foreskin feels like?"

"What do you..." The light dawned. "Oh, yes. How..."

"Like this." Jimmy moved closer to his dad until their hard cocks just
touched. He peeled back his foreskin and held his cock so his pee slit was
kissing the one on his dad's cock; then he rolled his foreskin forward,
enclosing both cock-heads.

"My God. It's so warm. Let me hold it, please?" Jim put his hand on their
cocks, his fingers around the foreskin that joined them. He rolled the
foreskin back and forth a little. "It's wonderful," he whispered, his eyes
shining, "but it's going to make me come. Just the feel of your foreskin
covering my dick," he tightened his hand around the joined cocks, "it's
going to make me come."

Jimmy put his hand over his dad's. "Is it? If it does it'll make me come
too." He leaned forward and kissed Jim deeply. "Please. Do it. I want to
feel your cum inside my skin." It was more of a long moan into his father's
mouth than speech and he thought he was probably going to come anyway, no
matter what else happened.

Jim felt like he was flying, higher and higher until he couldn't go any
further and then everything let go and his body was washed in great spurts
of pleasure.

The first touch of Jim's hot, slick cum set Jimmy off and suddenly it was
all they could do to remain upright and still connected. But they did,
their cum mixing together and filling Jimmy's foreskin until it could hold
no more and the stuff began to leak out and drip between their fingers onto
the bed.

They stayed that way, facing each other, lips touching and hands clenched
around their joined cocks until the cocks began to soften. Only then did
Jimmy release his father's cockhead from the warm, moist hood of his
foreskin.

Jim raised his sticky hand to his nose, then to Jimmy's. "Who does it smell
like? You or me?"

"Both. I think we actually smell and taste remarkably alike. It's probably
something in our genes." He laughed. "The Keith Cum factor."

"Like the Keith Cock, huh?" He chuckled as he went into the bathroom to
wash. "Damn I wish this place had a bigger shower; one we could both get
in."

They lay together in the moonlight again, holding hands and not talking,
just enjoying the feeling of being close. When one of them eventually dozed
off the other threw his leg and arm over him, protecting him from the
world.

In the morning they were up early, breakfasting on waffles covered with
fresh strawberries, thick slices of bacon and coffee. The breakfast table
was set on the screen porch where they could enjoy what cool morning breeze
there was. Even though it was early they both were feeling the pressure of
having to leave that afternoon.

"What's on your agenda today," Jim asked over his third cup of coffee.

"Not really much," Jimmy answered. "I do want to clean that filter on the
irrigation pump; it's sounding like it's clogged with algae again. Other
than that, nothing. I suppose I should paint the boat and get it in the
water but I guess that can wait a week or two. How about you?"

"Very little. My car needs washing so I guess I'll do that. How about
yours? Want me to wash it too?"

"I'd appreciate that, yes." Jimmy looked at his watch. "So by my
calculations we should be finished by what? Ten o'clock?" He grinned. "I
guess that leaves enough time for the rest of my agenda."

"Rest of your agenda? I thought you were only going to clean those
filters."

Jimmy pantomimed leafing through a calendar. "Well, I see here that at ten
a.m. I'm scheduled to fuck my dad's brains out. With a break for lunch I
should be through by, say, four?"

Jim shook his head. "I don't know, son. You're a hard man to keep up with."

"I know but that's because it's always hard. Now you just tell me if you
can't keep up. I know you old guys sometimes..."

"Ten o'clock. We'll see who can't keep up and who's brains get fucked
out. Oh, by the way, I cooked so it's your turn to wash up."

Jimmy found himself humming happily as he went about his chores. Then, at
ten o'clock, they went for a lazy swim in the lake and afterward went
upstairs to mess up the bed again.

After lunch they swam in the lake again and then went to sit in the screen
porch. Jim sat in one of the cushioned chairs, his legs stretched out in
front of him, absent mindedly scratching his balls.

"Oh, that reminds me," Jimmy said, going in to the desk. He returned with
the ring of keys he'd had made. "Here, you don't want to forget your keys."

Jim reached out for them saying, "I don't exactly have a pocket for them."

Jimmy held on to the keys. "Oh, these are very special pocketless keys." He
kneeled down between his father's legs. "You keep 'em right here." He
slipped Jim's balls through the ring, followed by his flaccid cock. "There
now," he said, pulling the ring up tight against Jim's pubic hair, "they're
hard to loose, hard to forget and, when you get hard they'll keep you that
way. Just like a regular cock ring."

"A what?" Jim's dick was beginning to rise.

"A cock ring. Don't tell me you don't know about cock rings." He couldn't
take his eyes off his dad's cock as it swelled and lengthened.

"Well, I guess maybe I've heard of them but I'm not really sure what they
are." Jim was almost fully hard now and he felt the ring constricting his
cock. It wasn't altogether an unpleasant sensation.

Jimmy gently raked his nails across his father's balls, giving him goose
flesh. "They're rings, made out of steel or leather or just about anything
and they fit around your cock and balls like that one. 'Course I had to get
the extra large ring to fit around your equipment, but that's the whole
idea. The ring constricts the flow of blood out of your dick and keeps you
hard for just about as long as you want." He took hold of Jim's cock. "And
in your case it also seems to make it bigger-if that's possible. Don't
move."

He ran upstairs and came back with a condom and the lube. "You just sit
tight there and let me do this." Jimmy went down on his dad's cock so it
would be just a little slick. Then he unrolled the condom over it and
slicked that up with the lube. Then, very slowly, he sat on it, helping his
father's hardness find its way deep into him.

Jim was transfixed watching his dick slowly disappear up his son's ass. It
felt different, too, with the odd constriction of the ring tight around his
cock and balls. He felt harder than he could remember.

When Jimmy was sitting on Jim's bush he stopped, getting used to the bulk
inside him. "My God, dad, that thing is big. Bigger than I remember from
this morning." He raised up a little and reached around himself, taking
hold of the cock he was impaled on. "It's that ring, making you thicker and
harder. I think I'm going to keep that ring myself." Jimmy started sliding
up and down on his father's dick. "Wait, son. Wait. I want to try
something." He gently eased Jimmy forward and pulled himself up after him
until they were both standing. Jim pressed himself deeper into Jimmy and
then jabbed the last inch or so in at a slight angle. Jimmy took a step in
the direction of the angle. Jim did it again, withdrawing a little and then
jabbing in at a different angle. Jimmy took another step. It wasn't long
before he had Jimmy marching around the room, steered only by the hard dick
pushing into him. It was also pushing into his prostate and making his cock
leak.

"I can't do this much more, dad. It's gonna make me come and pretty quick
too. How... Oh shit, here it comes." He grabbed his cock so he wouldn't
spray cum all over the screens and then was bent almost double by the force
of his orgasm.

Jimmy's spasms pushed his dad over the edge along with him. They stood in
the middle of the room, one bent double, the other with his back arched,
growling in their throats and shaking with the force of the pleasure
washing over them. Anyone looking in would have thought it an odd sight
indeed.

A little later, in a cold shower, Jim managed to get the ring of keys off
his cock and balls. He told Jimmy that he couldn't wear them all the time;
the constant jingling of the keys would drive him nuts and probably make
the people around him wonder.

They left the lake sexually exhausted and in fine spirits; the omens for
the week ahead were good. And it was a good week except that it turned into
four.