Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2000 17:28:07 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy, Chapter Six

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

CHAPTER SIX
"...find the love and dump the rest."


Fourth of July weekend that year was especially hot and muggy. Jim and
Jimmy spent most of the day in the lake. Oh, they still spent a lot of time
in bed too, but now, after eight years as lovers, they valued their comfort
too and found that passion could often be deflected until the cool of the
evening.

It was in the cool of the evening, and in bed, that Jim sprung his news on
Jimmy. He was going to Brazil for two years, to coordinate a huge building
project in the Amazon basin. He'd been asked by the CEO himself to do it
and, as he said to Jimmy, you don't turn the CEO down without very good
reason.

"But two years, dad. How will I get along without you for two years?"

Jim laughed. "Well, I doubt you'll die of the terminal hornys if that's
what you mean. You won't die from lack of love either because I'll always
love you. Even down there in the Amazon jungle, you'll be my lover, even if
I can't touch you."

"Can I visit?"

"Of course you can, once we get the camp built."

They lay quietly, next to each other, holding hands, for a long
time. Finally Jim rolled up on his elbow and kissed Jimmy. "I have a
speech," he said against Jimmy's mouth. "I want you to shut up and listen."

Jimmy stirred and put his hands on his father's chest. "Is this going to be
like the loyalty and fidelity speech?"

Jim kissed him again. "Sort of."

"Shit. That means you're going to be right again." He smiled against his
father's lips.

"Two things need to be clear at the start; no, four things. One and two are
that I love you and, no matter what, I always will. You need to be very
sure of that."

Jimmy nodded, serious as his father. "I am. Three and four are the vice
versa?"

"Exactly. And I am very sure of that. Okay?"

"Okay. And?"

"Jimmy, there will come a time when you are going to meet someone and you
are going to fall in love with him. No," he put his hand over his son's
mouth. "Hear me out. It will happen and I will rejoice for you. You are
twenty-nine years old and have a lot of life to live. I am fifty-one and
have a lot of life to live too but not quite as much as you do." He paused,
looking deep into Jimmy's eyes. "When it happens, you know, you won't stop
loving me. You'll simply add a new layer of love, one that will be
different from ours but won't take the place of it. Nothing could replace
what we have." He paused, searching for words.

"Why... Why are you saying this now? Is there someone..."

"No, not in my life. But we've been needing to talk about this for a while
now. It has to be said and understood. Look Jimmy, we've been nothing if
not honest with each other and I intend it to stay that way."

Jimmy stared into space for a while. "What if... if one of us does... well,
what if one of us does fall in love with someone else, I'm not going to
give up this," he took hold of his father's penis, "just because..." He was
silent for a long moment. "I guess I would, if you wanted me to. If I had
to, to make you happy. But I wouldn't like it."

Jim wondered how anyone could possibly understand their relationship and
live with it, knowing they were lovers still. He doubted anyone could. "I
hope it won't ever come to that. But we aren't your typical father and
son. Remember that Jimmy; not many people could understand what we are to
each other." He threw his leg over Jimmy, his knee covering Jimmy's
cock. "Whatever happens, whatever forces pull at you, find the love and
dump the rest. And always remember, I... Your dad loves you." It was the
first time he'd said it that way and Jimmy thought he might cry.

They held each other for a long time and slowly drifted off to sleep in
each other's arms. After a couple of hours they woke and made love to each
other, wildly, all over the bed. When they finished they fell into an
exhausted sleep but they woke refreshed and clear headed. They didn't speak
of the matter again for over two years.

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Jim left for Brazil one Saturday early in October after spending a week at
the lake with Jimmy. Jimmy saw him off at the airport and then went home
and cleaned his apartment. He was already lonely. He thought about calling
Kyle or Dan or one of the other guys he sometimes played with but decided
that therapy for him might very well be boring for them. In the end he went
to bed and watched a Godzilla festival on TV until he fell asleep.

Sunday morning Doug Barber called and asked if he wanted to go to
brunch. What the hell, Jimmy thought to himself, a little company is
probably just what I need.

They went to one of the gay restaurants in the city and had a good
time. Champagne was served with the meal and that reminded Jimmy of the
time, years ago, that he'd taken Billy and his overnight to brunch. He told
the story to Doug who laughed and laughed about the Condom of the Week
Club. He also told Doug about the times Billy had offered to share his bed
and whatever girl he had brought home.

"Well, did you?"

"Go to bed with some girl he dragged in? No way."

"I would have," Doug said without hesitation. "Let him play with her while
I played with him. How was he hung, by the way?"

"I don't know. I never saw him."

Doug couldn't believe it. "You lived with the guy for two weeks and never
saw him naked? What were you, retarded?"

Jimmy laughed. "No. I just wasn't interested."

"Well," Doug said with a laugh, "if the truth be known, I suppose I talk a
better game than I play, too. But one thing is sure, I've never seen a man
whose dick I didn't want to see too. Just on general principles. And
believe me, Jimmy, I've seen a lot of them."

"You ever see old man Farrell?" Jimmy was referring to the manager of their
office. Mr. Farrell wore extremely tight pants and showed not the slightest
hint of maleness. Gossip around the office had it that his penis had been
shot off when he was in the service.

"Once, right after I was hired. He took me to lunch and afterwards we both
hit the head. All the stalls were full so he had to stand right next to
me." Doug helped himself to another roll and began buttering it, making
Jimmy ask.

"And? Come on, Dougie, give." Jimmy had discovered that Doug thought of
himself as 'Dougie' and loved it when people actually called him that. It
was hard, though, calling a six-foot-three, two-hundred-ten pound man who
looked like Lil' Abner in a three piece Brooks Brothers suit, 'Dougie'.

"Not what you think, Jimmy. It's long. He carries it between his legs,
probably with the head stuck up his ass. He had a hell of a time getting it
out, finally had to unbuckle and push his pants down a little so he could
get a good grip on it." Doug laughed. "I've never told that story to anyone
before. The poor guy was so embarrassed that I saw it. I don't think he
likes it much, his dick I mean, or else he wouldn't hide it the way he
does, don't you think?"

Doug went on to describe several of the other men in the office. It was a
hobby, Doug said, like some guys collect matchbooks or beer labels, he
collected cocks. "Only mine's a mental collection so it doesn't take up
much space and I can look at it any time I want."

After brunch they rented bikes and spent the afternoon riding through the
park and commenting on the men they saw. When he got home Jimmy realized
that he'd had a very enjoyable day.

About that same time one of the older salesmen in the office, liking the
way Jimmy worked and the fact that Jimmy always seemed prepared, took him
under his wing to teach him the sales side of the business. Jimmy took to
it like a pro and proved his worth almost immediately. He also liked it a
lot.

That year Jimmy's Christmas present was a visit from his dad. Jim's plane
landed at ten in the morning and three hours later they were at the
lake. Ten minutes after that they were upstairs, holding each other in bed.

"My God it's cold in here," Jim said with a shiver.

"Patience," Jimmy said, pulling the quilt closer around them. He'd lit a
fire in the wood stove they'd put in three winter's ago when Jim had
complained about the difficulty of making love properly under a quilt, two
blankets and a spread.

"It's summer down there now," Jim said, finding his son's erection with
eager hands. "In Rio they're all baking on the beach and watching each
other with lust in their hearts."

Jimmy thrust out his hips, pushing his cock through his father's fingers so
the warm moist head emerged between their bellies. "I know how they feel."
He kissed his dad for a long time and then sighed deeply. "I've missed
you."

"Me, too. You." They were quiet for a long time, touching and savoring each
other.

"Dad?" Jimmy's voice was thick. "I think..." He thrust his hips
again. "Sorry. I can't..." He put his lips to his father's and began to
shake. It was suddenly wet between them and Jim held him tighter and
stroked the back of his neck, just the way he liked. Jimmy's spasms lasted
a long time and before they subsided Jim found himself doing the same
thing. His lasted a long time, too.

Jim dozed afterward and Jimmy held him, listening to his breathing and
marveling at how much he loved him.

When it was too warm for the quilt Jimmy threw it off and then slowly
pulled away from his dad. They were sticky with each other and Jimmy
chuckled to himself at the volume of cum there had been. I guess I'm not
the only one who saved up, he thought to himself. He made no effort to dry
it off; he liked the smell of their seed mixed together.

"Jimmy?" Jim's voice was blurred with sleep. "It was a long flight and I
think I need to sleep for a bit." He rolled onto his side, his dick hanging
down over his thigh. "Could I feel your mouth on me? Just until I go to
sleep? Please?" He hadn't even opened his eyes.

Jimmy scooted down in the bed and gently took his father's flaccid cock
into his mouth, savoring the slightly bitter, salty taste that covered
it. He made no effort at arousal, he simply took it in his mouth and let it
rest there on his tongue and he stayed that way, even after his father
began to snore softly. Then he found himself beginning to drift into sleep.

Jimmy woke a little after five with his dad's cock still in his mouth only
now it was hard and wanting attention. He began to move his tongue on it
the way he knew his dad liked best, finding that bundle of nerves under the
head that always brought him such pleasure. His dad's breathing changed and
he began to thrust in Jimmy's mouth.

Jimmy's hand found his own dick and for as long as he could he built
pleasure in both of them, holding himself right on the edge of orgasm until
his father's thrusts became urgent; then he took them both over that edge
and let the floods loose. He hadn't experienced such pleasure for a long
time.

Later, over roast chicken and a very dry white wine Jim had brought from
Brazil, they began to catch up. Jim talked about the project and what it
was like working in the jungle. It was hard work and sometimes frustrating
but Jimmy could hear the pride in his voice.

Jimmy talked about learning sales and complained about the difficulty of
the licensing examination. Jim could hear pride there, too and was happy
for his son.

On Christmas morning they went downstairs early and sat in their robes
around the glittering tree Jimmy had put up the previous week. He and Doug
had gone shopping and he'd bought hundreds of lights and boxes of ornaments
for the tree and had spent hours putting it up. Jim was very pleased with
it and he added several Brazilian ornaments he had found in a shop in the
Rio airport.

Jim had also found what he had been told by a shop keeper was a typical
Brazilian bathing suit, the kind all the men wore on the beaches around Rio
and he made Jimmy model it. They both found it hard to believe that anyone
would actually wear it on a public beach: it was no more than a skimpy
pouch, bright red with a contrasting blue stripe down the center and it
didn't quite cover all of his pubic hair. The back was a small triangle of
cloth and a narrow thong that rode between his buns and he was sure it
wasn't wide enough to cover his pucker if he bent over. Jim thought it
looked great on him but Jimmy assured him that Brazil notwithstanding, he'd
never wear it in public.

Jimmy's gifts to his father were mostly things he'd mentioned in his
letters that he missed: some records, a box of foodstuffs difficult to find
down there, several movie cassettes including three erotic ones labeled as
Marx Brothers movies, and twenty-two paperback mystery novels.

When everything else had been opened Jimmy handed his dad one last gift. It
was a full length picture of himself in a studio pose against a drape of
blue silk. In the picture he was naked, his dick puffed up with the
beginnings of an erection. Jim loved it.

"I trust the photographer paid you to take this," he said, holding it to
the light.

"Well, not exactly. But he didn't charge me for it either. Doug introduced
me to him at a party. He's some sort of big society photographer, does a
lot of interiors for magazines and the papers and he does a little of this
sort of thing on the side.

Jim tapped the picture. "I won't ask what it was that got you to this
state. Was it on the way up or down?"

Jimmy laughed. "Up. And believe it or not, it was you I was thinking
about. That time you peed on me in the shower and I got so excited I came
all over you." The memory made Jimmy's dick begin to swell, threatening to
rip its way out of the tiny red and blue sack that still encased it.

Jim remembered. His cock slowly rose, pushing its way between the folds of
his robe.

Without a word Jimmy pulled the bikini aside and let his dick thrust out
into the air. Then he slipped Jim's robe off him and tore open one of the
condoms Jim had given him for Christmas. They made love under the Christmas
tree, in front of the fire, until they were both spent and then went back
to bed and did it again.

When Jim left the day after New Year's they both knew it would be for a
much longer time, probably until late spring or early summer. Jimmy saw his
dad off at the airport and then went home and cleaned his apartment.

Jim spent the next two weeks in Rio, meeting with government officials and
officers of some of the firms that were the principal sub-contractors on
the project. On the next to last day he found himself left with an entire
afternoon free; he decided to go down to the beach and see if it really was
true, that the men wore things like that bikini he'd given Jimmy for
Christmas.

They did.

Jim rented one of those little canvas cabanas they have on the beach,
changed into his rather modest trunks and sat in the canvas chair that
comes with the cabana, watching the people who were marching in a constant
parade up and down the beach. Men and women alike, regardless of what they
were wearing, seemed to exude sensuality, as though they were all in an
early state of arousal. And they were all beautiful.

It didn't take long until the eroticism that seemed to permeate the air
began to get to him and he felt his dick begin to stir. He was glad for the
loose trunks he was wearing.

Two men greeted one another and stopped a few feet from his chair, touching
familiarly and talking. Jim studied them from behind his sun glasses. With
their broad shoulders, smooth, tan bodies and flashing smiles they might
have been brothers, he thought; even their profiles were the same. Then
they turned toward him and he thought he was seeing double: they were
twins, probably in their mid-thirties somewhere, and overwhelmingly
beautiful. Even their bathing suits were identical, he saw, identical
little wisps of white fabric worn low, a froth of dark curls pouring out
over them.

He knew he was staring but he couldn't help himself. He had this image of
himself kneeling in front of them, licking them all over, looking for
differences between them.

They were looking at him now, squatting down in the sand, their white
pouches just touching the hot grains. It took him a while to realize they
were looking up the leg of his trunks and that he was fully erect. He
blushed, not knowing what to do, how to gracefully cover himself. His dick
didn't care about any of that; it flexed of its own accord, waiving to
them.

The two men grinned at him and his dick flexed again. They came over and
stood by his chair for a moment, the white pouches just inches from his
shoulders. When he turned his head he could see the sheen of the dark curls
that the thin material couldn't contain; they smelled of coconut oil and
peppermint.

"Excuse," one of them said in thickly accented English as he gracefully
dropped to one knee. "You like us." It wasn't a question. "Would you like
to..." He gestured at the little canvas cabana.

The other one circled around and stood next to his brother, his white pouch
barely touching the man's shoulder. "Both of us," he said slowly. "We are
not expensive and we are very handsome." He smiled, his teeth as white as
his little bikini.

"And we are very big," the kneeling one said, running his index finger
slowly down the length of his brother's white pouch.

Jim swallowed and took a deep breath of coconut and peppermint. Somewhere
in a little practical corner of his brain he catalogued what he had with
him: nothing of much value. He'd taken the advice of the local agent and
never wore jewelry or carried a lot of money with him. He thought he had a
little over a hundred dollars in his pants pocket. Another part of his
brain, the part connected to his dick, was screaming 'Yes! Yes! Do it!'.

They arrived at a price which would leave Jim with just enough for a cab
back to the hotel and stepped into the cabana where the twins immediately
shucked out of their bikinis and then slowly turned for Jim's
inspection. They were magnificent.

For a moment they stood, one facing him, the other turned away, and it was
like looking at a single man from both sides at the same time. They seemed
not to have a hair on them except for that on their heads, a short bush
under the arms and the lush, thick curls that grew just above the base of
their dicks. Even their asses, even the valley between their buns, was
hairless and smooth as polished wood under Jim's finger tip.

They turned to face him, putting their hands on his shoulders and gently
pushed him to his knees. Their dicks were identical too, heavy looking with
short foreskins half covering the heads. They stepped closer and Jim put
his hands on their buttocks, turning them so their dicks laid against one
another. They were identical in length. He took them in his hand and
brought them closer so he could push his tongue between them; they began to
harden.

He lived out his fantasy; he licked them all over, from their sandy toes to
their rough bearded cheeks. When he tried to kiss one of them the man
turned his head. "No, no," the other one said. "We are not... not as you
are."

"Not gay," said the one he'd tried to kiss.

"But you may..." he indicated his dick.

"Oh, yes. Please," the other one said, holding it out and sensuously
peeling back his short foreskin.

Jim sighed. Oh, what the hell, why not. "You mind?" He asked, pulling off
his trunks.

They shook their heads but showed not the least interest in his dick, hard
and swaying out in front of him as it was. He dropped back to his knees and
worked at getting both their cocks in his mouth at the same time. They
loved it.

They liked it when he played with their nipples, too, and the nipples got
hard and stuck out like dark points surrounded by rings of soft brown that
shaded into the creamed coffee of their skin. They spent an hour in the
cabana with him and everything Jim did to one the other wanted done. They
genuinely liked getting their cocks sucked and twice he brought each of
them to the brink, pulling off at the last moment to begin again, on the
other one.

The third time they wouldn't let him do it. He had one of them right on the
edge and before he could pull off the man took hold of his head and began
to thrust his cock deep into Jim's throat and then suddenly pulled it out,
fisting himself and shooting his cum into the sand. As soon as he finished
the other one thrust his cock into Jim's mouth and did the same thing.

Jim stood, knowing it was over, his own dick still hard and thrusting out
in front of him. One of the brothers said something in quick Brazilian
Portuguese and the other nodded and smiled. The first one stepped behind
Jim, reached around him and jacked him off. It was quick, it was
professional and it felt great. Jim came in the man's hand and to his
credit, the man kept on until Jim stopped him.

It was, Jim thought on the way back to the hotel, a most enjoyable day at
the beach.

In the meantime, Jimmy made his first sale. It was probably a fluke, he
thought, beginner's luck. But his part of the commission was more than two
months salary; Jimmy was hooked.

His next sale, three weeks later, was a small office building that
Twentieth Century had been trying to move for over a year. Jimmy had met a
guy in a bar and taken him home. In those awkward moments afterward, when
two guys who don't even know each other's names are cleaning up after
having sex together, the guy mentioned that his company was looking for a
place to move to. Jimmy got the name of the company and called the
president the next morning. The whole transaction took two weeks and three
days and Jimmy's commission amounted to approximately five months
salary. Jimmy sent the guy from the bar flowers, chocolates and a year's
membership in the Condom of the Week Club.

Jimmy's friend Doug was moving up, too. In March he was promoted to office
manager when Mr. Farrell inherited a large sum of money and promptly
quit. Jimmy threw a party for Doug at his favorite restaurant, to celebrate
Mr. Farrell's good fortune.

A few weeks later Jimmy and Doug were having lunch at a little sandwich
shop they liked and Doug was telling Jimmy about a rather attractive man
seated at a table across the room. "I saw him in the rest room back there,"
he said, nodding toward the back of the restaurant. "It's only a one hole'r
but I pretended I didn't know and just burst in on him. It's very nice, cut
and about average in size but one of those really pretty ones, you know?"

"Boy, Doug, you must remember every dick you've ever seen in your life,"
Jimmy said with a laugh.

"I guess. It's probably some sort of thing with me but I really do have to
see them. All of them. And then I remember them." He shrugged. "What can I
say?"

They went on to talk about other things but something kept nagging at the
back of Jimmy's mind. The mental irritation kept up well into the afternoon
until, in the office rest room, it resolved itself. He immediately went
into Doug's office, sprawled out in a visitor chair and propped his feet up
on Doug's desk.

"Do you do that in everyone's office?" Doug asked, closing the door so no
one would see Jimmy's feet up on his desk.

"Well, it's better than those guys who sit up in the chair and look very
proper, all the while reading everything on your desk." He let his feet
fall to the floor and sat up, pointedly ignoring the papers Doug had been
working on. "Hey, something was biting me at lunch today and I finally
figured out what it is."

Doug looked up. "Yea?"

Jimmy grinned at him. "If you have this thing about seeing every dick in
the entire world, how come you never tried for mine? I mean, I thought
about it and you've never followed me into the rest room."

Doug's face flushed and his eyes looked everywhere but at Jimmy. "I don't
know. I guess the opportunity never..."

"Dougie, this is me you're talking to."

"Well, I guess..." Doug looked down at the papers in front of him. "I guess
I just didn't want to see it there, that's all. Now," he lifted his head
and looked Jimmy in the eye, "now get your ass out of that chair and go
annoy some clients or something. I really am busy."

"What the hell does that mean, didn't want to see it there? Okay, okay." He
opened the door, "I'm going."

It took twelve hours before it finally occurred to Jimmy what Doug meant
and when it did he couldn't wait. He reached for the phone.

"'Lo." The voice was full of sleep.

"How about seeing it in bed?"

"Is this some sort of crank call?" The voice was a little more alert.

"Maybe but I don't think so."

"Oh, Jimmy." He was mostly awake now. "You mean about not seeing you in the
rest room. Yea. In bed."

"Dougie! For God's sake. Why didn't you say something before? I thought you
weren't interested and I didn't want to ask and... Well, ask and get turned
down."

Doug was laughing. "Shit. All that time wasted mooning over you and
you... Really? Would you?"

"Tomorrow night. Six o'clock. We'll send out for pizza. Now kick back those
covers, give yourself a quick hand job and then go to sleep. I want you
well rested and not too quick on the trigger." He paused for a moment,
listening to Doug laugh on the other end and then said quietly, "Dougie?
It's going to be a long day tomorrow, isn't it?"

It was a long day and Jimmy spent most of it sitting behind his desk
because he didn't think it a good idea for everyone in the office to know
that he had a permanent hard-on and there was no way to hide it. He also
didn't quite understand what had happened. He'd always been mildly
interested in Doug but suddenly it was an obsession. He thought about what
his father had said before he went to Rio the first time, about falling in
love with someone. Damn, he thought to himself, what if he's right again?
The idea scared him a little.

About two in the afternoon he gave up all pretense of work and phoned Doug
to ask him if he was hiding a hard-on under his desk too. Doug said no, he
was hiding it behind his brief case and let's get the hell out of here.

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Comments, criticisms and suggestions gratefully received.
Greg
jg.ps@gte.net