Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2003 01:10:03 +0000
From: Guy Jameson <guyjameson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 12

My grandsons-the Sons of JJ, are writing the next several
chapters of this series.  They decided to use their journals
or diaries as the basis of what they have written.

JJ required the boys to keep a journal of some sort from the
age they began to write.  He believes it is a good
educational tool and forces the boys to constantly examine
their lives.  School districts across the country teach
courses in creative writing for much the same reason.

Just to help the reader and me keep up with what is going
on, I've decided to include the dates covered by each entry.

This story belongs to me and as such is copyrighted
according to the terms laid down by Nifty.

Any similarity with persons living or not is purely
coincidental.

I hope you enjoy.  Feel free to send comments to me at
guyjameson@hotmail.com

     This posting is written by the third son, Ron.



                   THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON

            CHAPTER TWELVE: RON AND HIS BROTHERS

                         1986 - 1993

     Mother left us very shortly after our youngest brother,
Davey, was born and hasn't been heard from since.  That left
Dad with five boys to raise, but not entirely by himself.
Mom's step dad, who we all consider to be our grandfather
moved back into the house to help out.  Dad was only too
glad to accept all the help he could.  That gave us two male
parents who were very understanding and accepting.  That was
in 1986.
     The house we live in was built in the 1910s so there
was plenty of space but the rooms were not arranged for
seven males.  Dad and granddad, who I always called "Guy",
converted the basement to a dormitory giving my brothers and
me a large common bedroom and a bathroom.  For six years we
shared this accommodation.
     Then when Joe and Jason, who were born about one and a
half years apart entered puberty, Dad converted the attic
into a room for them.  He thought sharing the "dormitory" as
they began to mature would be more than any of us could
handle-they needed some privacy.  It wasn't long before they
began teasing each other about the changes their bodies were
going through.  The teasing even went on in front of Dad so
all of us were kept well informed, as Jason and Joe became
comfortable with their developing bodies.  We were a family
who could keep few secrets.
     I began to enter the magical age about the time I
turned eleven and was moved from the dormitory to the attic.
I really felt like hot stuff.  I had arrived.  I was now
counted among the men of the family.
       I wasn't sure how Jason and Joe would accept my
intrusion, but, hey, it wasn't my fault.  Dad had made the
decision and no matter how they felt about it that's the way
it was going to be.

     Sleep did not come easily that first night in the Upper
Room.  My brothers and I stripped down for bed.  They told
me they were glad to have me join them but that now I had to
learn that somethings were not to be made family knowledge.
I couldn't imagine, as I lay in my bed in my new
surroundings, what they were meaning.  I had already heard
about their jack off sessions and wet dreams.  What could be
so different that couldn't be discussed openly.
     I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but the excitement
of being reunited with the older brothers and maybe missing
my younger ones just a little kept me awake.  But as I lay
there, I heard Jason rustling in his bed.
     "You think he's asleep?" he whispered to Joe.
     "Yeah, probably.  You know he has always been the first
to go to sleep and the first to wake up.  Come on over,
Jase."
     Hearing Jason slip out of bed, I opened my eyes just a
slit.  I could see my older brother's naked body move
quietly across the room toward Joe's bed.  Joe pulled back
the covers and Jason slipped in beside him.  Was this what
couldn't be discussed-that my two older brothers slept in
the same bed?
     At first they whispered to each other, so I couldn't
hear what was being said, but I could hear their breathing
become louder and heavier.  Joe's bed squeaked.  I opened my
eyes a little wider and could just make out in the semi-
darkness some of what was happening.
      It looked like they were kissing each other.  Then
Joe's head disappeared just below the top of the blanket.
Jason moaned before Joe's hand reappeared and covered his
mouth..
     "Be quiet, Jase.  You want Ron to hear you?"
     "I'll try, Joe, but you know when you nibble on my
tits, I can hardly be quiet."
     "Then what are you going to be doing in just a few
minutes, you little tease?" Joe whispered.
     The mound in the blanket that was Joe's body shifted
further down the bed and Jason's breathing became more
rapid, louder, almost rasping.
     "Yeah, Joe, do that some more.  Oh, your fingers feel
so good up there.  Ohhhhhhhhh, that feels good.  Put your
dick in me.  Fuck me bro.  Put it in me.  Fuck me."
     There was more shifting in the bed as they adjusted
their bodies and soon there was a steady rise and fall in
the mound of blankets.
     I heard Joe whisper, in a deeper voice than I'd ever
heard before from, "Fuck man I can't do this with these
damned blankets covering my ass."
     He pushed the blankets off his back and onto the floor
with the sweep of one arm.  All I could see at that point
was his bare ass between Jason's legs, which were wrapped
around Joe's waist.  Joe's body rose and fell more quickly
thrusting into our brother's body.
      I was playing steadily with my dick.  I thought I knew
what was going on and whatever my brothers were doing was
causing me to be very hard.  My hand job felt wonderful.
Just as Joe began to grunt and moan more loudly, I could
feel my own body begin to convulse under the blanket.  Then
both of my brothers moaned in unison and I could feel my
orgasm shoot through my body.  I didn't shoot any cream that
time but I knew from the conversations I had heard over the
last two years what could be in store for me.  I must have
made more noise than I had realized.
     "Sheeeeeit, the little fucker was awake," said Joe.
     "Then we'll have to initiate him.  We don't want him
telling Dad what we just did."
     Before I could move, both of my older brothers were out
of their bed, had crossed the room and grabbed me, wrapping
me up in my bedclothes like a mummy.  Only my face was out.
Joe clamped one hand over my mouth and came very close to my
ear.
     "It's not nice to spy on your big brothers, Ron.  You
know that?"
     "Joe I wasn't spying.  I just couldn't sleep.  I
couldn't help seeing what you guys were doing.  It wasn't my
fault," I cried trying like hell to stay out of trouble.
"What are you going to do to me?"
     "Nothing little bro," said Jason.  "We just want to
make sure you keep our little secret.  You're living with us
now and when you're in this room; you live by our rules.
You cool?"
     "Yeah, I'm cool.  I'll do whatever you guys want."
     "Good boy, Ron," Joe said.  "Now it's time to go to
sleep."
     My brothers started to get off of my bed.
     "Joe?"
     "Yeah, Ron?"
     "I really wasn't trying to watch you guys.  But it was
fun."
     "Just make sure you behave, Ron, and everything will be
fine."
     They started toward Joe's bed together.
     "Joe?"
     "Yeah," he said with just a hint of malice in his
voice.
     "Can I sleep with you two?  You have a big bed and I
promise not to take up much room.  I can't get to sleep and
I haven't gotten to sleep with you in a long time."
     Joe looked at Jason, shrugging his shoulders with a
knowing smile.
     "OK, but we're not going to make a habit of it.  Just
tonight."
     I tried to unwind myself from the covers, but they saw
I couldn't do it.  Each of my brothers grabbed a different
part of the bedclothes and dumped me out of the bed on my
ass.  We crawled into the big bed together with me cuddling
between my two older brothers.  Sleep came to me very
quickly.
     When I woke the next morning, my head was resting on
Joe's shoulder, his arm wrapped around me-just as had
happened many times when we all shared the dormitory and I'd
have a bad dream.  Even though Joe was only three years
older than I was, he was the one who would protect me from
the monsters who lived under the bed.  Joe was on his back,
his head turned away from me.  I was on my side, pressed
tightly against the whole length of his body.  Jason was
pressed against my back, spoon fashioned.  I felt very
comfortable, safe and loved.
     Joe's body shifted as he began to wake up.  He felt my
weight against him and turned his head looking straight into
my eyes.  It took him a minute to realize it was me and not
Jason curled against him.
     "Good morning, Ron.  Did you sleep OK?"
     "Yeah, Joe.  I always sleep good when I'm with you."
     Jason began to stir.
     "Holy shit," he exclaimed.  "We have all this bed and
we're piled against each other like a bunch of puppies.
Where did you come from, Ron . . .Oh, yeah, I remember.
Geez what a night!  Ron, you remember our deal don't you?
You live by our rules up here."
     "Sure, Jase, I remember."
     Rising on one elbow, Jason greeted Joe.  His hot
morning breath blew against my neck.
     "You follow all the rules, little bro."
     "Yeah, I know."
     Jason placed his hand against my chest and began to
feel my smooth body.  His hand felt down my stomach toward
my crotch and finally felt of my cock.  I was hard.
     "Well, Joe, look what I found.  There's a little fish
in our bed this morning.  What do you think?"
     Joe shifted to his side, pulling his arm out from under
my head.  He stared at my body, trailing his eyes down to my
little penis.
     "No, Jase.  That's no fish; it's a shrimp."
     "What do you think?"
     "Well if this little shrimp is going to live up here
with us, he might as well join in everything we do."
     "Just what I was thinking, Joe."
     Both of my brothers began feeling my body, causing my
little penis to get harder and bigger by the second. Nudity
was not something that our family shied from.  We saw each
other naked on a regular basis, but this was the first time
I had felt my brothers naked and this close to me.  I could
feel both of their hard cocks pressing against me.
     "What are you going to do? I asked expectantly.
     "What we always do when we wake up, little bro." Jason
said.  "We jack off together."
     "But today, we're going to do something a little
different," Joe said.  "We're going to do it with you"
     Joe took my penis in his hand and began to stroke it
back and forth.  Jason was rubbing his dick against my
backside and playing with my nipples.  He kissed my ears and
ran his mouth down the back of my neck.
     "Yeah, something a little different," he said.
     Jason quit pinching my nipples and ran his free hand
down the flank of my body to my ass.  He pinched me and felt
around my ass.  He found and began to finger my little
pucker, not pushing inside of it just playing with it.
     "Nice and tight here, Joe.  I guess the little bros
haven't found each other yet."
     "Too young I guess.  How about it Ron?  You and Rob
started doing stuff together, yet?"
     "What kind of stuff?" I asked almost too innocently,
causing both of my brothers to laugh at me.
     "The kind of stuff you saw last night, Ron.  That kind
of stuff."
     "No"
     "Well I think we need to help our little brother out,
then, don't you Jason?"
     "Absolutely."
     My body was really beginning to feel very hot.  Joe was
playing with my penis and Jason with my ass.  I was really
feeling something very strange.
     Joe ducked his head and began to suck on my penis.  It
got harder and I felt even stranger.  It was a good strange,
but strange nevertheless.
     Jason reached behind his head and found a jar of
Vaseline.  He stuck two fingers into the jar and pulled out
this huge glob of stuff that he began to apply to my little
hole.  Goose bumps began to form all over me as my brothers
played with my body.  I began to pump my little dick into my
big brothers mouth as Jason applied more pressure to my anal
ring, pushing a finger inside.
     "He's a tight little bugger, Joe.  You're going to like
this, I think."
     Joe mumbled something in return, his mouth still
covering my penis.  His attempt at speech caused a vibration
against my dick.  He played with my balls, continuing to
suck and Jason pushed another finger into my ass.  I started
to scream, but Jason reached over me and quieted me with a
kiss.  My body began to shake and I pushed harder against
Joe's mouth and tightened my ass against Jason's finger.
     My body shook harder and it felt like I was pissing
into Joe's mouth, but at the same time it felt different
from piss.  My dick became suddenly more sensitive.  I felt
pain and then a complete relaxation of my body.
     Joe slowly came up from my dick and opened his mouth.
On his tongue was a small amount of white cream.
     Jason looked at him and they both began to laugh.
     "Man, all that work for just a little squirt.  From now
on that's your secret name, Squirt."
     Jason laughed all the harder, his finger still up my
ass.
     "I must have hit his trigger, Joe.  I'll bet that's his
first time."
     Joe looked at me with a smile on his face.  "That
right, Squirt?"
     "Yeup", is all I could get out.
     "Come on you two.  We need to get out of bed and head
down for breakfast before Guy comes up to shake us out."
     We climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom that
was part of our area.  Joe swatted my ass and said, "Welcome
to the big boys' room, Squirt.  You're going to fit in just
fine."
     We took turns pissing and then climbed into the shower
together.  Joe handed me a bar of soap and said, "From now
on Squirt, it's your job to wash your big brothers.  Think
you can handle that?"
     I took the bar, wet it and began to soap up my two big
brothers.  They used the foam to jack off and I saw for the
first time the kind of cream my big brothers could produce.
With much joking, laughter and light heartedness, we dried,
dressed for school and headed down stairs to join the
others.
     It was Friday morning.  We finished our breakfast and
each of us took our plates into the kitchen and rinsed them
before putting them in the dishwasher.  Dad grabbed his
stack of papers, called us to head for the car and we were
off.
     I was on a high all day long.  Nothing went wrong.  I
was more relaxed about being at school than I had ever been
and could answer all the silly questions asked by the
teachers.
     The day finally ended.  My brothers and I met Dad at
his car just as we always did but I still couldn't get rid
of the smile that had graced my countenance all day.  I
could hardly wait to go to our room with Joe and Jason.
     After school was always homework time unless one or
more of us had soccer practice.  Today it was homework-even
on Friday.  That way nothing was left to get done over the
weekend.  Dad would go to his study leaving Guy to supervise
the homework in the kitchen while he prepared dinner.
     As we worked, I kept stealing glances at my new
roommates.  They exchanged many glances and smiles with each
other as if they were developing some evil plot.  After
homework was dinner, then a general cleaning of the kitchen
as Guy and Dad went onto the patio to smoke and enjoy an
after dinner drink.  When the kitchen was finished all five
of us went onto the patio to be with our elders and watched
the night envelop us.  Since it was Friday night, television
was permitted, if we desired but I just wanted to be with
Guy and Dad.  Rob and Dave soon went to their room to watch
TV.  Joe and Jason went onto the lawn and began kicking
around their soccer ball until it was too dark to see.  Then
they joined Dad, Guy and me.
     We just shot the bull for a while, discussing school,
the kids at school and what we wanted to do over the
weekend.  I knew what I wanted to do, but didn't think the
adults would really approve.  I had a feeling that Joe and
Jason were thinking pretty much along the same lines as I
was.  Finally it was time for bed.  We said our good nights
and the three of us headed for our room.  I was already
feeling a certain stiffness forming in my shorts.
     We got to the room, stripped off our school clothes,
hanging up what could be worn again and putting the rest
down the laundry shoot.  We were responsible now for doing
our own laundry.  Guy took care of the younger brothers,
himself and Dad, but as Joe explained Guy didn't want to
mess with our scummy sheets and stuff so now that was our
responsibility.
     None of us had ever worn pajamas.  I hardly knew what
pjs were.  In this all male house, everyone slept in the
nude.  So after brushing teeth and getting stuff put away
for the night, I began to crawl into my new bed (which I had
yet to sleep in).
     Joe called over to me, "Hey Squirt, what do you think
you're doing?  Get your cute little ass over here.  You're
sleeping with us now, remember?"
     "Hunh.  You mean all night?"
     "Damn straight, all night.  Jason and I haven't slept
alone since we moved up here.  Now shake a leg, boy and get
in this bed."
     I moved as fast as I could and jumped into the middle
of the bed.
     "Now just remember, Squirt, you live by our rules up
here.  What Jase and I say, that's what you do, right?"
     "Damn straight, Joe," I said, using my first forbidden
word.  Neither Guy nor Dad ever permitted cursing in our
home.  They permitted a lot of stuff but cursing was
definitely forbidden.
     "Jase do you have all the stuff?"
     "What do you think I am-forgetful as Guy?  I have
everything right here where it'll be handy."
     "Good, then I guess we're ready for a little before
sleep fun.  What'ya think Squirt?"
     "Damned Straight, I'm ready for whatever."  I kind of
enjoyed that phrase.  It would be several years before I'd
understand the irony of any of us using it.
     "Then just lie back and enjoy your initiation into the
Upper Room."
     Joe turned out all the lights except for the small
bedside lamp.  A little light would enhance the planned
activities.
     My brothers took up positions on the floor beside me
standing at the head of Joe's big bed.
     "OK, Squirt, just relax.  We're going to play a little
game.  Jase and I are U. S. Marines and you are our captive.
Raise your hands over your head."
     I placed both of my hands above my head as each of them
grabbed an arm and pulled it toward the bedposts.  Jason
reached down to the floor and threw Joe a leather thong.
They then tied one end of each thong to my wrists and
wrapped the other end around the bedpost nearest them.  They
pulled the thongs tight, but not enough to hurt me.  I
pretended to struggle, catching onto the game and hoping to
add a little reality to it.
     "Stop fighting us, captive.  You'll be a lot happier,"
said Jason.
     Jason then tied a bandana around my eyes shutting out
my vision.  Then they each tied a thong around my ankles and
stretched it to the footboard.  At that I really did begin
to struggle.  I knew my brothers wouldn't intentionally hurt
me, but I didn't like being blindfolded.  My greatest
nightmare had always been about going blind and this seemed
to be very close to that dream.  I started to yell as I
struggled but one of them stuffed something into my mouth.
It tasted strangely salty and smelled like day old urine,
with just a hint of what Joe smelled like after a hard
soccer game.  I struggled harder.  Then I felt one of my
brothers lie down on top of me.
     "Quiet, Squirt.  We're just playing a game.  Relax, I
think you're going to have fun, but don't get scared.  OK?
You know I'd never let anything bad happen to you and I'm
not going to start now.  This is a matter of trust.  OK?  If
it's OK with you, nod your head and I'll take my jock out of
your mouth.  Jase and I have played this game many times.
You will like it."
     I nodded my head because I knew Joe could be trusted.
He removed the gag.  By now I was tied to the bed, spread-
eagled, my whole body vulnerable to what my brothers had
planned for me.
     "Captive, you are now our slave.  You will do what we
want without question.  First of all you will not make a
sound.  You must be silent.  Is that understood?  If it is
just nod your head."
     I nodded.
     I felt both of my brothers beginning to play with my
exposed body.  They pinched my nipples, pulled on them,
licked them and bit them lightly.  At the same time I could
feel one or both of them stroking my chest and stomach.  One
of them laid down between my legs and begin playing with my
upper thighs, never touching my now very hard penis or my
balls.  Then the one between my legs lifted my nuts and
began to lick and nibble the soft skin between my scrotum
and ass.  I felt someone smear Vaseline over my hole and
then a finger was inserted inside of me.  The finger worked
my hole and then there were two.  It felt like the portals
of heaven had been opened inside me.  I gasped, but did not
scream out as a third finger found its way into my opening.
I was breathing very hard, rapidly, in short gasps as I
began to feel the orgasm build inside me.  I wanted someone
to play with my dick, as Joe had done that morning.  I
wanted to shoot my piddling little load.
     Just as I thought I couldn't hold out any longer one
hand and legs were untied and I was turned over to my
stomach.  My legs were spread out again as my free hand was
again tied to the head of the bed.  My brothers lifted me in
the middle and a couple of pillows were forced under my
body.  My ass was completely exposed and opened for whatever
reason.  The fingers were forced back inside of me, lubed
with a big glob of the Vaseline.  I thought my poor opening
was going to be ripped apart as the fingers worked
themselves into me.  I began to sob and wanted to cry out
for them to stop.  But I didn't;  I trusted my brothers
completely not to let me get hurt.  Then the working of the
fingers began to feel oh, so good.  I began to grind my
little cock into the pillows as the fingers fucked my ass.
     Just as suddenly as the fingers had been inserted they
were removed.  I felt empty, abandoned.  I wanted to feel my
brother's hand deep inside of me again.  But it wasn't his
fingers that worked their way into my ass.  I felt something
much larger than a single finger pushing against me.  It
pushed against my ass, pushed hard against me, then it broke
through the sphincter barrier and entered my body in one
single push.  I knew it was my brother's cock that had taken
me.  But I didn't know for sure which brother it was.  It
hurt like hell at first and I started to scream, but my face
was pushed down into the mattress.
     Jason whispered in my ear as his body slid into the bed
along side me, "It feels good doesn't it Little Bro.  Joe's
cock feels good up there.  I love it when he fucks me and
you will too.  The pain only lasts a minute then it will be
replaced by the most wonderful feeling.  Hold on Little Bro
. . . Hold on."
     Jason rubbed my back and shoulders and I began to relax
as Joe began his fuck.  Just as my brother had promised, the
pain was replaced by the most pleasurable feeling I had ever
had.  My brother, my Joe and I were joined into one body.  I
had died and gone to heaven.
     As Joe's pace began to pick up speed, Jason continued
to rub my back, reaching around my body to play with my
dick.  I could feel the orgasm building again and I humped
the pillows in sync with Joe's thrusts.  Jason's cock was
thrusting against my side keeping up with both of us, stroke
for stroke.
     Joe's body stiffened; I could feel his big cock
expanding inside me and then there was peace as he began to
shoot his load into my body.  My trigger was pushed and I
also began to squirt out my load.  Jason coated my side with
his spunk, shooting all the way to the area just below my
armpit.  The room and the bed became quiet.  Joe's cock
slowly deflated and slipped out of my body.  Jason untied my
hands.  They both lay beside me rubbing my back and playing
with my butt.  Joe told me to roll off the pillows and both
brothers began to kiss my face, my neck and shoulders.  I
rolled onto Joe's arm, burying my face in the nape of his
neck.  We lay quietly as the blindfold was removed from my
eyes.
     "Squirt," Joe said, "You are a hell of a fuck."
     "Damned straight, I am," I answered.  "When is it
Jason's turn?"
     Both my brothers laughed and rubbed my body lightly.
     "We'll see, Squirt, maybe Jason can have you tomorrow
night."
     Contented as a cat lying in a bowl of milk, the three
of us drifted off to sleep.  We had no idea how late it was,
or how soon the dawn would be bursting through the windows
of the our lair.