Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2000 09:42:46 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy -- Chapter four

Jim and Jimmy
A novel by Greg Bowden
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CHAPTER FOUR

"And when it does, I shall feel neither hurt nor guilt."

The first two days of the week were filled with crisis at the bank and it
wasn't until Wednesday that Jimmy was able to approach his boss and
describe his problems with finding a place to live. Mr. Dier laughed and
said he thought he might be able to help. Three phone calls later he handed
Jimmy a list of four places to check out and gave him the afternoon off to
do the checking. By seven the next evening Jimmy had signed the lease on an
almost affordable one bedroom apartment on the tenth floor of a building
six blocks from his office. He was promised possession on Saturday morning.

In the meantime, on Thursday morning, Jim's boss called a meeting of his
staff and announced that he was retiring, effective immediately. At noon
Jim was invited to lunch by the Executive VP and, over grilled halibut and
boiled potatoes, was offered the job. Jim took it even though he was told
that the man was leaving because there had been some "irregularities" in
the handling of several large projects. Jim would be expected to clean up
the problems at minimum exposure and cost to the firm.

The phone lines between Jackston and River City got a workout that night.
Jim called his son but Jimmy wasn't in yet; Bob took a message. Jimmy
returned the call an hour later but the line was busy. It was busy for the
next forty-five minutes so Jimmy ran out for a pizza. When Jim finally got
off the phone with the Executive VP, who had just discovered an additional
problem, he called Bob's apartment again but got no answer. He tried again
every ten minutes until Jimmy finally answered.

"I'm not sure we're supposed to talk," Jim said.

"Me either. How can it take over three hours to make a simple telephone
connection?"

"Easy. You're always out and I'm always on the phone. You okay?"

"Better. I have an apartment. All mine. No more Bob."

"Wonderful! I have a new job. All mine. No more Mr. Caughlan."

They spent the next hour and a half sharing their news.

"But listen," Jim said when they'd pretty much run out of steam, "there's a
down side to all this too. I've got to spend the next couple of weekends in
the office unraveling this can of worms I'm being left with; I just have
to. It doesn't look like I can get to the lake until," he flipped pages in
his pocket calendar, "God, not until the second. I totally forgot the
annual meeting in Phoenix on the 26th and 27th. I have to give a
presentation which I haven't even thought about yet."

Jimmy was disappointed. He'd known they couldn't be at the lake this
weekend, he couldn't take possession of his apartment until Saturday and it
was probably going to take most of the weekend to get things organized and
get moved in. But not until the second? His heart began to ache a little.

"That's okay dad. It won't kill us to wait until the second." He glanced at
the slightly obscene calendar Bob had hanging by the phone. "That's a
holiday weekend, remember. I get Monday off."

"Well, I suppose that's some consolation. At least we'll have three days
together. I miss you, son, I really do." He paused and then let it come
out. "I love you."

Bob took that moment to walk in with his evening's conquest. She had long
paper white hair set off by way too much bronze tone make-up. She was
wearing a white bikini top, a black leather micro-mini and, evidently, very
little else; there was a fresh red wine stain on the thin material covering
her right breast. They sat down on the couch that was Jimmy's bed.

"Me too, dad. You. A lot. Look, Bob just came in and I gotta go. I'll call
you as soon as I get my phone."

One more night after this one. Jimmy wondered it he'd make it. "Hi. I'm
Jimmy, Bob's burden." The girl gave him a blank look. He sighed and went to
play bartender.

He did make it and on Saturday morning loaded his bags into his car, went
into the bedroom and kissed Bob and his girl - different from Thursday's -
good bye and went to his own place where he spent thirty minutes simply
sitting on the floor, staring out the window and listening to the
silence. He was a happy man.

For the next three weeks the time gods alternately kicked the system into
overdrive and throttled it back to a bare crawl. Jim spent fifteen hour
days in the office and there was never enough time to get everything
done. At home it was a different story; he felt lonely and at loose
ends. Nothing seemed to interest him and worse, he wasn't sleeping well. At
first he chalked that up to the new pressures at the office but then he
came to realize it was because he was sleeping alone and he'd come to hate
sleeping alone. Things got better at the big resort hotel in Phoenix where
the annual meeting was held but not a lot. He really missed Jimmy.

Jimmy, too, put in extra hours at the office to fill the time and then
spent most of his evenings outfitting and organizing the apartment. He
didn't sleep well either and for the same reason as his father. He thought
of going down to the lake by himself but it didn't really appeal to him;
all he'd do would be to mope around the place and miss his father. The
Saturday night his dad was in Phoenix was a little better for him, too, but
he did miss his father. On Sunday he took Bob and - somebody - out for
champagne brunch by way of thanks for putting him up for those two
weeks. He also gave Bob a year's membership in the Condom of the Week Club:
nine condoms a week for a year, guaranteed fresh, plus special holiday
surprises. He also gave him a rather handsome studded leather cock
ring. Bob loved that too and promised to show the girl how it worked just
as soon as they got back to his place.

And then it was Friday the 2nd, a hot, clear, perfect day. Mr. Dier sent
most of his people home at noon since it was apparent he wasn't going to
get much work out of them that afternoon. Jimmy had gotten everything ready
the night before so he was out of town by one and at the lake a little
after three. Jim had beat him there by an hour and had put up a new hammock
between two of the big shade trees. Jimmy found him lying in the hammock
with a glass of white wine. Naked.

Jimmy got out of his car and walked over to his dad. "I say, sir," he said
in a corny English accent, "perhaps you could assist me in locating
something? It's about this long and oh, I'd say about this big around. Has
a pretty pink head on it doncha know and sometimes exhibits the oddest
behavior. I mean, it actually spits at me sometimes."

Jim tried to keep a straight face and pointed to his dick which was
beginning to grow hard. "Perhaps this is what you seek?"

Jimmy leaned down and examined the offered organ. "Well, I don't know, my
man. I think actually the one I'm looking for is a jolly bit larger." He
leaned closer. "But I'm sure that can be remedied now, can't it." Jimmy
ducked his head and sucked in his father's dick, all the way to the base.

The next fifty seconds became a little confused but, in order, what
happened was: Jim bucked in surprise which caused him to dump the cold wine
onto his stomach which caused him to rear up suddenly which caused him to
loose his balance which caused the hammock to twist which allowed gravity
to take over and dump him unceremoniously on the lawn.

"Dath, oo oo-key?" Jimmy's mouth never left his dad's dick through the
entire exercise.

"Yea, I am now." Jim pulled his son's head up to his. "Now get off that
thing for a minute and kiss me." They kissed for a long time. When they
broke Jim pushed Jimmy's head back down to his crotch. "Okay," he
whispered, "back at it."

Jimmy found the wine glass and tossed it down the lawn, out of the way, and
then went back to his dad's cock. It was a little awkward at first since
his dad was undressing him and pulling him around so he could get at
Jimmy's cock too. Neither of them lasted long and their orgasms were more
relief than anything else; nevertheless they were happy. They ended up
holding each other, rolling around on the lawn and laughing like mad men.

If nothing else, their little scene on the lawn relieved the sexual tension
enough that they could turn their minds to other things. At least for a
while. They sat on the porch, sipping the white wine and sharing their
lives of the past few weeks until dusk fell. Then they put chicken and corn
and potatoes on the grill and began to look to the future.

"Things are going to get worse before they get better," Jim said. "I think
I referred to it on the phone as a can of worms? It isn't; it's a can of
snakes. Poisonous ones."

"Is this stuff illegal? I mean, could Mr. Caughlan go to jail or anything?"

"Maybe. But he was pretty careful and covered his tracks very well. I still
haven't worked out what we're going to have to pay back to clients but I
tell you, my estimate of nine to fifteen million sure didn't make the board
of directors happy."

"He made off with over nine million dollars? And nobody noticed? Dad, what
kind of outfit do you work for anyway?"

Jim turned the chicken again. "He didn't exactly make off with it. I wish
he had so we could go after him and maybe get some of it back. No, as best
I can tell it was more a case of mishandling it, not paying attention to
what he was doing and what he was spending." He held out his glass. "May I
have a little more of that wine. It's very good."

When Jimmy had refilled his glass he went on. "This stuff goes on all the
time you know, in all sorts of businesses. Guys get carried away, charter a
plane because they don't want to wait an hour for a commercial flight. What
the hell, it's the client's money. Who cares? Bill it directly to the
client and it gets paid; it's a very small drop in a very large bucket."

"Did he do that?"

"And worse. Much worse in my book. Last night I found where he'd given an
over priced contract - but again, only a small part of the job - to some
small outfit who, a couple of months later, remodeled his entire house and
put in a swimming pool for him. All for about what painting the house
should have cost. Now that's wrong, Jimmy."

Jimmy nodded and wondered what he'd do in the same situation.

Over dinner Jimmy told his father about the champagne brunch with Bob and
the present he'd given him.

"Nine condoms a week? What's that, one for every night and two for Friday
and Saturday I guess. The cock ring was a nice touch but I didn't know they
came adjustable. Why not just get him a nice solid one?"

"I couldn't. I've never seen his equipment."

Jim raised an eyebrow. "Just goes to show, son. You should have taken him
up on one of those times he wanted to make a threesome. Then you'd know
what he had."

"With one of those bimbos? No thank you."

"Might not have been so bad if you had him to play with too. And I think I
can guarantee that you would've had him to play with, the girl not
withstanding."

"Dad!" Jimmy colored slightly and Jim figured he'd probably thought about
it some. He also figured he was a healthy young man and he should have
thought about it. Probably should have done it.

After the supper things were cleared up they walked along the water's edge,
holding hands. The moonlight turned Jimmy's body to a very pale gold and
Jim could see that his tan line, prominent when they had come here that
first day after graduation, was almost gone. What a beautiful man he is,
Jim thought, and how lucky I am to have him as a son. And as a lover.

When they went inside, to bed, Jimmy was almost shy, almost hesitant about
their lovemaking at first but then, with his father deep inside him, he
seemed to melt and become part of him. They spent a long time at it and
then slept. It was the best sleep either of them had had in three weeks.

Even the time gods seemed to have gone away for the weekend and the days
slipped by at a kind of middle rate, neither fast nor slow. The two men ate
and swam and did their chores and made love at the same rate: neither fast
nor slow.

On Sunday afternoon, upstairs on the bed, Jimmy rolled up on his elbow and
said, "Dad, show me how you jack off."

Jim had learned to expect almost anything from Jimmy but this wasn't on the
list. "If this is something every father should teach his son I hate to
tell you but I think it's too late for us. I have reason to believe you
already know how it's done."

Jimmy leaned down and kissed him. "I confess. But that's not what I mean. I
want to know how you do it. When you're alone, just you and your hand. Or
whatever you use."

"You mean like raw liver or maybe the vacuum cleaner?"

Jimmy was not going to let it go. "Come on, dad. Be serious. I want to
watch you jack off."

"Well..." Jim took hold of his cock and thought for a moment. "I don't
know. This is almost embarrassing you know? I'm not sure I could do it with
someone watching."

Jimmy pulled himself up and sat cross-legged on the bed. "Then pretend I'm
not here, okay? Pretend you're horny - well you don't have to pretend that,
you're always horny - anyway, you came to bed by yourself to jack off. What
do you do first?"

Jim sighed and closed his eyes. It seemed there was nothing he wouldn't do
for this boy. He let go of his cock, adjusting it so it hung over his balls
and then spread his fingers wide in his dark pubic hair. He slowly dragged
his fingertips up, over his abdomen and his belly and then across his
chest. He did this three times and then stopped and let his fingertips roam
over his chest until they came to rest on his nipples, which had grown hard
and thrust out of his curly chest hair. He rolled his nipples between his
thumbs and forefingers very gently for a moment before increasing the
pressure on them, finally squeezing them tightly.

His dick began to rise, finally lifting away from his balls until it was
parallel with the rest of his body. He flexed it and it flipped onto his
abdomen with a snap. One hand moved down to his crotch but still he didn't
touch his dick; he raked his nails over his scrotum and his dick jerked
into the air.

He went back to his nipples for a while and then, gingerly, reached down
and ran a finger along his dick, from base to head. When his finger passed
over that sensitive bundle of nerves he sucked in his breath and his dick
jerked up. He spread his legs wide and touched his scrotum again, this time
harder, pinching it lightly. Then, finally, he put his hand on his dick.

His touch was light as it passed over his cock; it was as though he were
memorizing his dick, its shape, its hardness, the places it felt good to
touch. His touching slowly formed into a pattern and then into regular
movement along the shaft, his thumb riding just below the flare of his
cockhead and his forefinger covering that sensitive knot of nerve endings
on the other side. The palm of his hand slipped along the underside of his
cock shaft, covering the thick tube that would soon give up the burden of
his testicles, while his fingers floated along the side, touching it like
tiny butterflies.

Jimmy watched, fascinated, unaware that his own cock was in his own hand
and he was matching his dad, stroke for stroke. He was only aware of the
pleasure his dad was bringing to himself.

Jim's hand moved a little faster now. His other hand was still at his
nipples, squeezing then and sometimes pinching them between his nails. His
breathing had become ragged, too, and he was whimpering very quietly from
the back of his throat.

The hand on his cock suddenly stopped and he began to tease his scrotum
again until his breath was back to normal. Then he went back to his dick,
moving his hand on it the same way he had been; when his breath came hard
he stopped and went back to caressing his testicles. He did this four times
and each time the cycle became shorter and shorter. Finally it was too
short to stop.

He lay still for an instant, tense, not breathing, not moving. Then a low
growl came from deep inside him, his shoulders and feet pulled up off the
bed and a great fountain of white pearls erupted from his cock. His hand
moved again, causing pulse after pulse of the musky white fluid to spurt
over his belly.

Jimmy felt the pleasure too, and then discovered it was his own and he was
suddenly shooting his own cum onto his dad's belly.

When Jim released his dick and opened his eyes he looked down the length of
his body. "Jesus, I never came that..." Then he looked over at Jimmy who
was milking down his still hard dick and rubbing the last of the fluid over
the head. "Oh. I guess maybe it isn't all mine."

Jimmy grinned and went to get a warm, wet towel. "That was the sexiest
thing I've ever seen," he said, handing the towel to his father. "No,
really. It was. I mean, I've seen a few guys doing it, you know, on video,
but they always do it for the camera. You were doing it for yourself - and
me I guess."

"No, I tried to do what you said, forget you were here. I guess I did
except..." He began to chuckle. "except then I brought you here, in my
head. All the time I was doing it I was thinking about us, about that time
you rolled your foreskin over my dick and we came in it together. Now that
was sexy.

That evening, when the sky was dark, someone on the other side of the lake
began shooting off fireworks so they went down by the water to watch. They
sat on towels on the lawn, at the edge of the lake, Jimmy holding his
father from behind, his fingers toying with the thick fur on his father's
chest.

"That guy, whoever he is, sure put a lot of money into this," Jim
said. "That must be the tenth sky display."

"Maybe he's got a lover he'd do anything for."

Jim turned his head and kissed his son. "You mean I'm not the only one?"

"That makes three of us. I hope he's as lucky as we are." His fingers
strayed to his father's nipples.

Jim sucked in his breath. "Easy. Much of that and I..." He turned and
kissed Jimmy. "I don't think we brought any..."

Jimmy kissed him on the ear. "I did." He fumbled for a moment and then
said, "here, lift up a little."

The next thing Jim knew he was sitting in Jimmy's lap with Jimmy deep
inside him. On cue two more displays went off overhead.

They watched the rest of the fireworks with less and less attention as
Jimmy's hands roamed over his father and Jim rocked back and forth in his
son's crotch. When the fireworks were over they rolled onto their sides and
Jimmy, moving inside his dad with long, slow strokes, took the man's cock
in his hand, just as he'd seen him do it that afternoon. He brought his dad
close and then let go, letting him back off a little and all the time his
cock was making long, even strokes in his dad's ass.

They kept it up for what seemed a long time until Jim whispered, "Oh,
Jimmy. Jimmy. I can't. I'm..." Jimmy held his hand still on his father but
began ramming his cock deeper and faster into him. Then it was over and
they fell into a sea of pleasure together.

"Wow," Jimmy whispered when he'd begun to go soft, "fireworks followed by
fireworks." They went into the lake to wash and ended up on the anchored
float.

"You know, seeing those fireworks light up the lake makes me wonder. Do you
suppose whoever it is across there can see us?"

Jimmy sat up and scanned the far side of the lake. "With a telescope
maybe. Why, you getting modest in your old age?" He reached out and cupped
his father's balls in his hand.

"Not really but it's something to think about." He thought for a moment and
decided that, except for that first evening when he'd blown Jimmy here on
the float, they hadn't really done anything where it could be seen, even
with a telescope. He said as much to Jimmy.

"Not unless you count being naked. You'd drive anyone with a telescope wild
with desire the way you strut around with that big dick of yours flopping
between your legs." Jimmy laughed and took hold of the dick in question.

"Me strut around? Look who I learned it from, ol' Mr. flopping dick
himself. You're the one who'd drive the telescoper wild with desire."

They sat on the float a while longer, holding on to each other's dicks and
laughing about what might or might not be seen from the other side of the
lake. Then, by unspoken agreement, they rolled into the water, swam to
shore and went to bed where not even a telescope could see them curled up
together in contented sleep.

The next day at lunch Jim said, "It looks like it's going to be another
three weeks before I can get up here, Jimmy. I've got a couple of major
projects to deal with and I still have to work out the rest of that mess
Mr. Caughlan left me."

Jimmy was disappointed but knew they couldn't do anything about it. Your
lover couldn't always come first, not if you wanted to make the car
payment. Still, thinking about three weeks without seeing his dad gave him
a hollow feeling in his gut.

After lunch they went upstairs for a nap. For a long time they lay on their
sides, looking at each other.

"I have a speech," Jim said quietly, his lips moving against Jimmy's, "and
I want you to shut up and listen to it until I'm finished. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Jimmy said, trying to thrust his tongue between his father's
lips. He almost succeeded.

"There's a lot of nonsense that goes around about celibacy and sexual
fidelity." He stopped the expected response with his own tongue. "Shut up
and give me some credit for understanding the human condition and
especially understanding the power of the human testicle." He squeezed
Jimmy's just in case Jimmy didn't know where his testicles were.

"This," he took hold of the base of Jimmy's cock and slowly slid his hand
up to the hooded tip, "is not where you keep your fidelity - to me or
anyone else. That's up here," he kissed Jimmy on the forehead. "It is also
true that in the long run your hand is going to turn out not to be the best
lover you've ever known. So," he kissed the boy, deeply, "think with your
head but listen to the advice your dick sends upstairs every now and again,
too."

Jimmy kissed back. "Reed's still around, huh?"

Jim laughed out loud, long and hard. "Oh, how sharper than a serpent's
tooth... Yes, Reed, and a few others, are still around. And what would you
do if your Cliff were to show up on your doorstep?"

"I'd tell him my daddy won't let me. Like crossing the street without an
adult." He laughed and began to kiss his father's nipples.

Jim pulled the boy's head up and looked him in the eyes. "I really am
serious about this Jimmy and it's going to happen, you know it is. And when
it does, I shall feel neither hurt nor guilt. It's the way of the world.

Jimmy's smile faded and he became serious. "I know." He teetered on the
brink of confession. "Dad, I..."

Jim stopped him with a kiss. "Me, too. Does it matter?"

Jimmy didn't even think about it. "Yea, it makes me horny for you." He made
a dive for his father's crotch.

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