Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 17:59:18 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy chapter seven

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

CHAPTER SEVEN
"He's wonderful!"

They were shy with each other at first. Jimmy fixed drinks while Doug
stared out the window. When they went to the bedroom Doug used the bathroom
behind a closed door while Jimmy fussed with the shades and the bed
spread. They were afraid to undress each other and turned their backs when
they pulled off their underwear. Both jumped under the sheet, embarrassed
because they were already erect.

Doug made the first move by laying his hand flat on Jimmy's chest. Doug
didn't know it at the time, of course, but that simple move changed both
their lives forever.

"Why are we so scared, Dougie?"

"I'll tell you after."

"After this?" Jimmy rolled on his side and kissed Doug. Suddenly they were
all over each other, kissing, licking, biting. Jimmy took Doug's cock into
his mouth, down to the root, and he thought perhaps he would stay there
forever but then he was inside Doug, pressing deep into him and he thought
he would never leave that, either.

There was no order to it at all, no pretense, no waiting or holding back or
finishing one thing before starting another. They devoured each other in
every sense of the word and wallowed in the waves of pleasure they brought
themselves and each other. The room smelled of sweat and saliva, semen and
used condoms and then it all fused together into something that could only
be called the smell of sex.

At nine they lay on the floor in the dark, uncoupled except for their
interlaced fingers. "Jimmy?"

"What Dougie?"

"Can I see it now?

Jimmy smiled into the dark. "Not 'till you do like you said and tell me why
we were so scared."

Doug sat up and put his arms around Jimmy. "You really don't know?"

"Yea, but I want to see if you do."

It was Doug's turn to smile. "Because now we've gone and fallen in
love. With each other."

"Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead." They said it in unison, as
though each knew what the other was thinking.

"Now?"

"Okay." Jimmy flipped on the lights and stood in front of Doug, holding
onto his cock as though he was standing at a urinal. "But you saw it
before, while it was still light."

"Not soft like that. It hasn't been soft since we got here." He looked
Jimmy up and down. "What'd you do to your knees?"

Jimmy looked and then began to laugh. "Rug burn," he said when he could
speak. "And you should see yourself." He touched Doug's body gently. "Rug
burn, teeth marks, whisker burn, Jesus we're a mess-both of us."

So was the room but just then it didn't really matter. "Come on," Jimmy
said. "Let's take a shower and call the pizza guy.

They ordered a large, with everything, and ate it all, washing it down with
the six pack of Coke that came with it, for free. When they were finished
and had licked the sauce off each other's fingers and chins, Doug laid his
head in Jimmy's crotch and asked, "Where are we going to live, here or my
place?"

Jimmy looked around and shrugged. "I don't care. You choose."

"Here," Doug said without hesitation. "There's more room and I love the
view."

"Can I have the right side of the bed?" Jimmy asked, kissing Doug.

"Sure. Why?"

"I sleep on my right side and if I have the right side of the bed I'll
always wake up looking at you."

The important decisions made, they went back to bed.

Somewhere in the middle of the night Doug whispered, "Oh, God, you feel so
good inside me, Jimmy. When I first... touched you I didn't think I could
take it but look at me now." He bucked up, driving Jimmy in deeper.

"Ha," Jimmy said without thinking, "if you think I'm big you should see my
dad." He immediately wished he hadn't said it.

"You've seen your dad? Like this?" Doug flexed his cock and it slapped up
against Jimmy's belly.

Jimmy tried to change the focus. "Haven't you ever seen your dad? I mean,
naked?"

"Oh, sure, lots of times. In the locker room at the plunge, when I was a
kid. But not..." He flexed his cock again.

Jimmy tried again. "Somehow everyone I know got to see their dad's dick in
the locker room or swimming at the 'Y' while my dad changed in his room and
swam in baggy trunks with, for God's sake, a jock strap underneath."

"So was that a big deal? When did you..."

"When I was an adult and no, it was no big deal." He began to stroke in
Doug, bouncing the head of his dick off Doug's prostate. It was an
effective way to put an end to the conversation.

Late the next morning they had breakfast in bed-if you can call microwaved
cheese enchiladas breakfast-and talked about whose furniture would go where
and how they would divide up the household chores. They had a brief but
heated argument about who would do the laundry and then compromised by
deciding to sent it out. They made love again, to celebrate the compromise.

By seven that evening they were decidedly hungry but they didn't want to
call the pizza guy again. Douglas said they probably ought to get out of
bed anyway and put on clothes just to prove that they could do it. Jimmy
agreed so they showered and shaved and got themselves into some
clothes. While they were dressing, to help himself keep his hands off Doug,
Jimmy surveyed the room. It was more of a mess than he'd realized; he
counted five suspicious stains on the carpet and two on the quilt they'd
dragged off the bed when the rug burns got to them.

"It's a good thing Brian comes tomorrow. We'll probably have to pay him
extra to clean this mess up."

 "We have a housekeeper? A guy?" Doug had always done his own cleaning and
hated it.

"Yea. He comes every Monday." Jimmy grinned at Douglas. "And he works in
the nude."

"You're kidding. Really?"

"Sure. We'll come home for lunch tomorrow and watch if you like. He's kind
of cute."

"Have you ever..." Douglas got shy over the damnedest things.

"No, but we probably will, someday." He grinned at the look on Douglas'
face. "Trust me," he said, remembering his father's little speech. "I
understand the power of the human testicle." He made a grab for Doug who
managed to elude him.

"Oh, no you don't. Start that and we'll never go to dinner."

On the way out Jimmy grabbed the extra set of keys from their hook and
tossed them to Doug. "You'll need these."

Doug caught them and kissed them. "Forever," he said, carefully putting
them in his pocket.

"Not quite," Jimmy laughed. "The lease runs out in March."

They thought that no one in the office noticed but of course that was
nonsense. Everyone, or at least everyone who cared, noticed and all of them
were quite happy for the office manager and soon-to-be star salesman. It
was that kind of office.

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Time passed quickly for the new lovers and suddenly it was the end of June
and Jim was due for a two week visit. Jimmy still hadn't mentioned anything
about living with Doug in his letters to his father so he decided it would
be better anyway to tell him face to face. At least that's how he justified
it to himself. He didn't even try to justify not telling Doug about his
dad.

As luck would have it, Doug was scheduled to attend an out of town seminar
the first week of Jim's visit and he thought it was a good idea in any
case. He knew Jimmy and his dad were pretty close and he figured they'd
like a little time for just the two of them but he really looked forward to
finally meeting the man, too.

Jimmy was a little nervous, waiting for his father's plane to land but as
soon as his father walked through the door into the waiting room he knew
nothing had changed. He threw his arms around his dad and kissed him on the
mouth, not caring who saw. As soon as they collected Jim's luggage they
went directly to the lake.

Jim didn't even go into the house before he'd stripped and was running down
to the lake, calling Jimmy to come with him; Jimmy didn't hesitate. They
splashed and played in the water, finding every excuse to touch each other
for half an hour before Jim pulled his son into his arms. "Now I want to
take you to bed," he said, lifting Jimmy in the water so his hard cock
could slip between Jimmy's legs. "What do you say?"

Jimmy didn't say anything. He took his dad by the hand and led him up the
lawn, through the screen porch and up to bed. What he'd felt at the airport
was right: nothing had changed.

"I can't tell you how I've missed you, son," Jim whispered as he held
Jimmy's legs against his chest and very slowly entered him. "I've waited
for this for a long time."

Jimmy couldn't answer; he was desperately trying to control himself, trying
to hold back the sudden burst of pleasure but it wasn't working very
well. He came before his dad was fully inside him.

Jim came too, as soon as he felt Jimmy's spasms. He completed his entry and
then sat back on his heels and ran his eyes over his son, thinking what a
beautiful man he had become. They gazed at each other for a long while
before Jim began to move in his son and then he spent a long time bringing
them back to the brink. When he couldn't control it any longer he pushed
them both over the top and then made it last by continuing his thrusts all
the way down.

Afterward they slept, still coupled, Jim's arms tight around his son.

And so it went for a week. They played in the water and Jim cooked some of
the dishes he was learning in Brazil and they made love. Mostly they made
love.

Doug called a couple of times from Atlanta where he was, he said, learning
a great deal about office management and not a little about the
South. Jimmy passed the calls off as office business and didn't know why he
was doing that; he had to tell his dad about Doug sometime.

Then, Thursday night, Doug really did call on office business. Jimmy's
potentially largest client had called the office looking for him and,
according to Alice, the receptionist who had spoken to him, he was really
angry that Jimmy wasn't there. Jimmy called the man immediately.

"Look, dad," he said after spending forty-five minutes on the phone with
the client, "I've just got to go back up to the city tomorrow. I'll be back
down Saturday, maybe Sunday depending on the extent of this mess." He
laughed. "I know, it sounds like brain surgery but this guy is an important
client and means a lot in commissions to me."

"No problem," Jim said. "I have plenty to keep me busy. That irrigation
filter really needs cleaning and I thought I might put the boat in the
water. You haven't been spending a lot of time down here, have you?"

"Uh, no. No, I haven't. I've been pretty busy lately and..."

"You want to tell me about him? I think it's probably time you did. His
name is Doug, isn't it?" He smiled and patted Jimmy on the ass.

"Can... Dad, can we go to bed? Please?"

They lay on the crisp, cool sheets with glasses of wine and Jimmy wondered
how to start. He was pretty sure that no matter what he said he was going
to make a mess of it.

"It's okay, son. Just start at the beginning and tell me about him." Jim
smiled and sipped his own wine. "After all, I did predict him."

That did it. Jimmy started talking about Doug and couldn't stop. He told
his dad everything, from how they met to that Friday night they realized
they were in love. He told it all and felt all the better for telling it.

During the telling Jim kept testing himself for resentment and found none;
he was happy for his son, happy for his son's lover. He did wonder about a
couple of things, though.

 "What are you doing here?"

The question startled Jimmy, almost making him spill the last of his
wine. "Because I love you. Oh, dad, I wouldn't give this up," he gestured,
taking in the room, the bed and themselves, "I wouldn't give this up for
anything. I love Doug but not... Not without you."

Jim leaned over and kissed him. "Thank you, Jimmy. Son. Thank you for
that." He re-filled their wine glasses. "I guess I only have two more
questions: when will I meet him and, perhaps more importantly, does he know
about... About us? Is that why he isn't here with us?"

"No, he isn't here with us because he's in Atlanta, or at least he has been
all week. And no, of course he doesn't know about us. I promised you long
ago I'd never tell anyone, and I haven't. I wouldn't."

"We may have to rethink that, Jimmy; we may be forced to. But for now,
okay, let him be in the dark. But when do I get to meet him? And does he at
least know that I'm... well, that I'm partial to men?"

"No, I don't think so. At least, it's never come up in conversation. You'll
meet him Saturday. I'll bring him down with me." He touched his wine glass
to his father's. "Thanks for understanding."

"I'm the one who predicted it, remember? Of course I understand."

Jimmy took his wine glass away from him and set both of them on the night
stand. Then he stretched himself out on top of his father, touching every
part of him. "I love you, you know? I really do."

Jimmy fell asleep in his father's arms. Jim thought long and hard about
what Jimmy had told him and could find no disappointment, no jealousy
within himself. What he did find was happiness for Jimmy.

The next day, back in River City, Jimmy found things were far worse than he
had anticipated. A full scale breakdown of negotiations had occurred
between his client and the owner of a property his client was interested
in, a breakdown that was based on personality, not economics. Jimmy took
the two men to dinner and applied the twin balms of alcohol and excellent
food until well after midnight. By the time they left, in the same taxi, he
thought he was making progress.

At home Doug was waiting up for him.

"It's a good thing you got out of my office when you did," Doug said,
helping him off with his tie, "or I might have done this right there in
front of everyone." He put his arms around Jimmy and kissed him. When he
felt Jimmy's dick growing hard against him his legs went weak and he pulled
Jimmy down on the couch.

"Come on, let's go to bed," Jimmy said, running his hands over Doug's
chest. "I want you naked." It wasn't until the next morning that they got
around to much in the way of talk.

"Doug, it's no big deal," Jimmy said, handing Doug a cup of coffee. They
were sitting on their little terrace, enjoying the cool of the morning. "He
really wants to meet you and I just can't get away until tomorrow or Monday
at the earliest."

"But what am I going to do alone with your father for a couple of days? I
mean, what if we don't have anything in common?"

"You have me, don't you? Look," he said, buttering one of the hard rolls
they both liked so much, "take that book you've been complaining about not
having enough time to read. He won't bother you. Hell, he'll probably be on
the phone to Chicago, New York and Rio most of the time anyway. Besides,"
Jimmy grinned, "you'll get to see his dick."

Doug looked up. "I will? What does he do, run around naked like we do when
we're down there?"

This time Jimmy laughed. "Of course, silly. Who do you suppose taught me to
do that?"

In the end Douglas agreed.

When he arrived Douglas found Jim lying in the hammock drinking a beer. He
was naked. When he climbed out of the hammock and walked over to the car,
hand outstretched, Douglas decided it wouldn't be such a bad weekend after
all. The man, even though he was in his late fifties somewhere, had a hard,
well muscled body tanned to the color of oiled oak. His smile, more of a
grin, really, was bright and infectious and made his dark eyes
sparkle. "You must be Doug," he said, shaking his hand. Doug nodded and
tried to keep his eyes away from the man's crotch.

"Well, come on in." He took hold of Doug's arm and Doug sensed the power
behind that grip. "You want a beer or something?" They went into the
kitchen and Jim rummaged around in the refrigerator. "Jimmy doesn't much
care for it but he always lays in a supply for me. This okay?" He held up a
wet brown bottle.

"Great. Yea." Douglas wasn't dumb struck but he was the next thing to
it. He took the bottle, still trying to keep his eyes out of Jim's
crotch. "Uh, thanks. Oh, uh, Jimmy asked me to give you this." He held out
an envelope.

Jim tore the envelope open and read the paper inside, then read it again
and laughed.

"What?"

"It's a note from my son giving me permission to seduce you. If you want to
be seduced." He looked Doug up and down and winked at him. "Do you?"

Doug put his beer down and crossed to Jim, standing so close that Jim could
feel the heat of his belt buckle. He took Jim's face in his hands and
kissed him. "Yea," he said, not breaking away, "I think I do."

They went upstairs and Jim made Doug stand by the bed while he undressed
him. When he came to the underwear he hesitated, almost afraid of what he
might find under it, afraid it wouldn't stand up to the fantasy he'd
already built around it. But it did. It was heavy and thick, not as long as
Jimmy's or his but fully as big around. It had been circumcised but the
skin was still loose enough so it could move on the shaft. Jim bet himself
that the boy didn't have to use lube when he jacked off.

When Doug was naked, his cock standing straight out from his thick bush,
Jim pulled him down onto the bed and began to touch him, stroking him until
his skin tingled and his dick was begging for relief.

Doug rolled over and lay between Jim's legs, Jim's hard cock pressing into
his belly and his lips on Jim's nipples. Jim groaned and Doug knew he was
in the right place; he nipped and rubbed and touched until Jim cried out
with the pleasure.

Jim rolled out from beneath Doug and lay his head on Doug's buttocks. "You
got just about the prettiest ass I've ever seen," he said, slowly running
his hand over it, feeling every curve and hollow with his finger tips. Then
he turned his head and explored the dark valley with his tongue. When he
brushed across the dark pucker Doug sucked in his breath.

I want him in me, he thought, bigger than Jimmy or not. Something struck
him as odd about the thought so he filed it away for later, when he didn't
have so many other things to think about.

Jim handed Doug a condom from the bedside table; Doug unrolled it on Jim's
cock, taking obvious pleasure in doing so. Then he turned on his back and
held his arms out, welcoming Jim into him.

Jim started slowly but Doug couldn't seem to wait and urged him on,
grabbing his buns and pulling until Jim gave up and thrust himself in. Doug
sighed and held on, holding Jim still until he got used to the fullness
inside himself. Then he gave himself over to Jim, urging him to do whatever
he wanted and taking pleasure from all of it.

Doug came first but Jim wasn't far behind. The obvious pleasure Doug took
in it caused Jim to loose all control and when he came he thought he might
not be able to stop. Afterward they lay quietly together, holding hands,
feeling no need to talk.

They swam in the lake before dinner and then again, after, and ended up on
the anchored float. Jim took Doug in his mouth and thought perhaps he might
like to suck on him forever. Doug's cock was perfect Jim thought: thick and
not so long you had to force it down your throat. They lay in the
starlight, Jim keeping Doug on a tightrope until Doug couldn't stand it any
longer and fell over despite him, filling Jim's mouth with his hot, salty
ejaculation. Then Doug took Jim in his hand and laughed with delight when
Jim came after only a half dozen strokes.

Doug slept in Jim's bed, pressed up against his back and his fingers
tangled in his chest hair. In the morning, after a cup of coffee, they made
love again and Doug, his dick deep inside Jim, pretended not to notice when
he was called Jimmy.

After breakfast Doug went out for a little nap in the hammock; Jim sat in
the shadows of the porch and watched him. His son's lover was a beautiful
boy, intelligent, thoughtful and a hell of a good bed partner. Someone he
could be happy loving. And someone, he imagined, who could be happy loving
him.

He sat and watched Doug for a long time; then he shook his head, almost
sadly, and went to make a couple of phone calls. When the heat drove Doug
back into the house he found Jim just finishing his packing.

"Bad news Doug. I need to be in New York tomorrow morning so it's the
red-eye for me tonight." He couldn't help himself, he pulled Doug to him
and kissed him. When he pulled away, showing a rather obvious erection, he
said, "Would you mind running me up to the airport? I hate to ask you
but..."

"No, I'll be happy to take you up." Doug called Jimmy and told him what was
happening and they arranged to meet at the airport so Jimmy could say good
bye to his father.

Six hours later Doug and Jimmy were at home, sitting out on the little
terrace. "You haven't told me, how'd it go? With my father, I mean."

Doug laughed. "Hey, thanks a lot for the little note. Not that I think we
needed it; we could have probably fallen into bed all by ourselves. But why
didn't you tell me he's gay?"

Jimmy shrugged. "I don't know. Never came up, I guess."

"Your father is gay and it never came up? It never came up? Jimmy I cannot
believe... Oh, I forgot." Doug pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "He
asked me to give this to you, after we got home. It's probably a
confession."

Jimmy tore open the envelope.

Son,

He's wonderful!

You have to tell him, you know. He's very bright and sure to figure it out
but he might figure it out wrong and that would be terrible for all of
us. Please. Figure out a way to tell him.

Thanks for your note. I took him to bed and fell in love with him. You two
are well matched. I hope you will always be happy.

Love from your Dad

Jimmy read the note again and then folded it back into the envelope and put
it in his shirt pocket.

"Jimmy?" Doug brought him out of his thoughts. "I think I want a
drink. You?"

Jimmy nodded. How the hell was he supposed to explain to Doug about him and
his father? At least Doug had slept with his father too but what was he
going to think about...

Doug set a drink in front of Jimmy; he had made martinis in the big crystal
glasses. Serious drinks. They toasted one another and drank.

"Jimmy? Can I ask... I mean, were... Were you guys lovers?"

Jimmy put his glass down before he could drop it. "Yea. Uh, no." He looked
Doug in the eyes. "I mean yes, we are lovers."

"Are."

"Yes, are." He reached out and took Doug's hands in his. They were
cold. "Look, Dougie, I love you with all my heart and I would lay down my
life for you but I can't give up my dad, give up loving him. Give up
sleeping with him. Please don't..."

Doug squeezed his hand. "I won't, I promise. But how did it happen? When?
Did he..."

Jimmy pulled the envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Doug. It had
begun to grow dark so Doug took it into the living room and held it up to
the Chinese lamp to read it. When he was finished he came back to the
terrace. "What does he mean, 'figure it out wrong'?"

"I think he's afraid you'll think he made me do it at first or something,
think he was some kind of child molester maybe. But it wasn't that way. I
told you once, I think, that I never even saw him naked until I was an
adult. And that is the truth. The first time I ever saw him naked, the
first time I ever even knew he was circumcised was the day after my
twenty-first birthday. The day after we slept together because we were both
drunk and couldn't drive and then woke up with my dick inside him and my
hand on his cock, all sticky where he'd come in it. And we've been lovers
ever since." He took a swallow of his drink. "And I guess we always will
be."

They sat in silence for a while, lost in their own thoughts. When Doug took
the glasses into the kitchen to mix another drink Jimmy followed him.

"So how'd you figure it out?"

"Little stuff," Doug said, pouring gin. "You kiss the same. Your comment
one time about if I thought you were big I ought to see your father. Oh,
and he called me Jimmy once when I was fucking him." He handed Jimmy his
drink and then toasted him. "To my father-in-law. At least he likes me."

Doug handled the situation remarkably well. The part Jim and Jimmy had
worried so much about-that their love was incestuous-hardly crossed Doug's
mind and when it did he dismissed it as irrelevant. It took him several
months to grow accustomed to the fact that Jimmy had another lover but he
eventually came to realize that it didn't matter. Jimmy hadn't changed, he
was the same Jimmy he'd fallen in love with; the only difference was that
now he knew something about him that he hadn't known then. And, if anyone
had asked him, he would have had to admit that thinking about his night
with Jim gave him a hard-on every time.

Jimmy wrote to his dad the next week and told him he understood why he left
when he did and that everything was okay. He emphasized okay. Doug wrote to
him too, and thanked him, both for the night at the lake and for Jimmy.

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To be continued...
Comments, ideas and criticisms gratefully accepted.
Greg
jg.ps@gte.net