Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2003 01:10:03 +0000
From: Guy Jameson <guyjameson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 13

My grandsons-the Sons of JJ, are writing the next several
chapters of this series using their journals or diaries as
the basis for what they write

JJ required the boys to keep a journal of some sort from the
time they began to write.  He believes writing 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.

These journals were considered the property of the boys and
could only be read by someone else with permission of the
boy who wrote it.

The standard warnings apply.

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 THIRTEEN: RON AND HIS BROTHERS ARE CAUGHT

                            1993

     OK, boys, it's time to rise and shine.  Saturday chores
are waiting for you and it's almost nooo. .  ."
     I was the first to open my eyes and see Guy standing
over us.  His frown turned to a smile but my first impulse
was to reach for something to cover us.  There was nothing
handy so we lay there naked and cuddled just as we were when
we fell asleep.  It was then that I noticed the pillow I had
fucked the night before.  The evidence of what had happened
was pretty obvious.  Guy followed my glance and saw the
pillow.
     "You boys look like a litter of pups, all cuddled
together.  But what the hell have you been doing?"
     By that point both of my brothers were awake and began
to stammer out an explanation.  But no explanation was
forthcoming.  We all sounded as if we had been caught doing
something terribly wrong and had totally lost our ability to
speak.
     "Never you mind, boys.  Get yourselves untangled and
get on downstairs, it's almost time for lunch.  Your chores
await."  Guy turned, walked out the door and closed it
quietly.
     "I think we've been caught guys," said Jason.  "What do
you suppose Dad will say?"
     "He'll probably think he's raised a litter of queers
and beat the shit out of us," Joe responded.
     We dressed as quickly as we could and headed
downstairs, fearing and expecting the worst.  But when we
entered the kitchen, Dad, Guy and the two little brothers
were sitting at the table.
     "Well, it's about time you three decided to join us,"
Dad said.  "Did you'all have a pleasant night and a good
sleep?"
     "Yes, Sir," we said in unison.
     "Good, then you need to eat; then you can help me get
the yard cleaned up.  See you in a little bit."
     Dad left the table and headed for the back yard.
     I looked at Guy trying to read something into the
expression on his face.  All I could see was a smile and a
strange glint in his eye.  No one said a word.
     We ate, not tasting our food or having any idea what we
were eating.  The feeling of dread and the threat of our
father's wrath took away all sense of feeling.  The three of
us were like zombies as we finished what we could stomach
and left the table to follow our father and younger brothers
out side.
     It wasn't Dad's nature to punish any of us in front of
the others unless another brother was involved in our
wrongdoing.  So we thought nothing would happen as long as
Guy, Rob or Dave was close by.  We set to work, half
heartedly, knowing that as soon as we were alone, Dad would
lower the boom.  The afternoon wore on and we worked as
steadily as our fatigue from the late night adventure would
allow us.
     Dinner came and no word from Dad.  After a couple of
hours of TV, Dave and Rob eventually went off to bed.  Guy
busied himself with his little housekeeping chores.  Dad,
Joe, Jason and I were alone for the first time all day.  We
knew something was brewing and both dreaded what was to
happen and hoped it would be over quickly.  The suspense was
killing us and the feeling of brotherly love we had felt the
morning before had totally left us.  In short we were
depressed.
     "Boys, we need to talk."
     Uh, oh. Here it comes we thought.  Was Dad going to
kick his three queers out of the house or just ground us for
the rest of our natural lives.
     Total silence-except for Guy clattering away in the
kitchen.
     "Guy told me we wasted good money by buying three beds
for your room.  He said we could do just as well with one
and have a lot more space in the attic."
     The only sound was Guy dropping something.
     Silence as we tried to interpret what the hell Dad was
saying.
     "It's OK, boys.  Brothers should be close.  I don't
know what happened upstairs last night but there was a hell
of a lot of noise.  And then Guy walks in your room this
morning and finds you piled on top of each other like the
puppies you are.  We have a feeling we know what you were
doing.  I'm happy you are so close.  Just remember, as long
as you keep it among yourselves, you are probably safe, but
don't be fucking around with anyone else without proper
protection."
     As if on cue, Guy entered the room carrying a tray of
cucumbers and some other stuff we had heard about but never
seen.  He sat the tray on the coffee table and took a seat
next to me.  (I always counted myself as being Guy's
favorite.  I had given him his nickname and we shared our
birthday.  Different years of course!)
     "Do you know what these are?"
     Dad picked up a box and emptied its contents on the
tray.
     "They're rubbers?" said Joe and Jason together.  "We've
seen them at school.  Some of the high school boys carry
them in their wallets and we were shown what to do with them
in `Growth and Development' lectures."
     "Right," said Guy.  "Do you know what to do with them?"
     "Yeah, I think so," Joe admitted.
     "Good.  Use them whenever you fool around with other
boys and you shouldn't have to bother with them when it's
just you three.  Is that understood?" said Dad.
     "Yes, sir."
     Then Guy insisted on being allowed to demonstrate.  He
picked up the largest cucumber, tore open one of the packets
and rolled the condom over it.  Then he handed one to each
of us and told us to sheath it.  It didn't exactly take a
rocked scientist to put a rubber on a cucumber so we were
successful on the first try.  Then Guy took the tube of
lubricant and applied it to the protected cucumber.
     "The lube is to help keep you from damaging your
partner.  Use it.  Lots of it.  Understand, boys?"
     "Yes, sir."
     Then Dad broke in.  "There are some other things we
need to talk about with these boys, Guy."
     "Is it necessary to get into that other stuff tonight?"
     "Yes, I think we do."
     "Do what you think is best, then JJ.  They're your
three sons," Guy said with a chuckle.
     We didn't catch the joke.
     "First of all, boys-Joe have you forced your brothers
to have sex with you?"
     "No sir.  They both wanted it just as much as I did."
     "Was last night the first time?"
     I started to laugh at that question.  It looked to me
that Joe and Jason had been practicing for a long time.  But
I said, "Last night was my first time, Dad."
     "No it wasn't," said Jason.  What about yesterday
morning?  Did you forget that?"
     "No, how could I forget that," I said.  "But that was
just a good morning jack off.  That's what you'all said.
Does that count, Dad?"
     Both Guy and Dad looked a little shocked.
     "Just how far have you boys gone?" Guy asked, not quite
believing what he was thinking had happened last night.
     "Wait," said Dad.  "Guy do we really need to know
that?"
     "Maybe not.  But have you boys done more than just jack
off together?"
     "Yes, sir," we admitted, without any enthusiasm.
     "Ron, did you do what you did willingly?  Or, did you
let Joe talk you into something you didn't want to do?"
     "Hey, wait a damned minute," Joe yelled.  Yelling or
even raising a voice to our dad was totally out of character
for any of us, especially Joe. "Why am I being the bad boy
all of a sudden.  I didn't do anything Jason and Ron weren't
willing to do.  Dad, Guy, just because I'm the oldest
doesn't make me the bad boy, does it?"
     "Hold on, Son.  No one is accusing you of anything.
It's just that sex is too important, sometimes traumatic,
for anyone to make someone else's decisions for him.  You
know both of your brothers would put their heads in burning
oil if you wanted them to.  I'm just concerned that you
didn't put undo pressure on your younger brothers.  Did
you?"
     Both Jason and I spoke up in defense of our older
brother,  "No sir.  Joe didn't make us do anything."
     "OK boys I believe you.  Just remember that you control
your bodies.  No one has the right to force himself on you
for any reason.  Is that clear?  By the same token, remember
that Joe has his right to his own body too.  OK?"
     Dad thought a few minutes.  "Growing up for a boy is a
hard thing to do.  There's scores of issues you have to face
everyday.  Society says you shouldn't get too involved in
sex at too young an age.  Ron I'm concerned that at eleven
you may not be ready for some of the stuff you may have been
accidentally exposed you to.  It may be too late for that
concern.  But you boys have decided on a course of action
that can effect your whole lives.  If you think you are gay.
That leaves you open to a hundred other issues other boys
your age don't have to face."
     "You mean like being called names?" I asked.
     "That and a hundred other things, Ron.  I'm not sure
you and Jason are ready for sex yet.  Hell, even Joe isn't
old enough for sex.  Sex between brothers is a whole other
issue."
     Turning to Guy, Dad continued, "What do you think, do
we need to separate these boys?"
     "Dad, no," we shouted with one voice.  "We don't want
to be put in separate rooms."
     "If you don't think we should have sex, . . ." I
stammered.
     "Shut up Ron," my brothers chimed in under their
breath.
     "JJ, I don't know.  Our home lives as boys was so
fucked up we can't use them as models.  I'm not even sure
there's a Twelve-Step Program to solve the problem we have
here.  Like lots of other things, we have to make our own
way.  If we're concerned about traumatizing these boys, I
think separating them will just add guilt.  It'll make them
think we don't trust the love we've tried to teach them to
have for each other.  I'd say leave things as they are.  If
problems come up, we'll deal with them."
     Silently Joe, Jason and I all gave sighs of relief.
Though Dad always made the final decisions, he usually
listened to what Guy had to say and more often than not he
followed Guy's advice.  We didn't know why.
     "OK, boys we're going to leave this for tonight.  It's
getting late and we have Church tomorrow.  Just remember if
there's problems brewing, you have to promise to talk to Guy
or me, or both of us together.  Is that agreed?"
     "Yes, sir."
     "OK, then now go to bed and for god's sake keep down
the noise.  Sound travels very easily in an old house like
this."
     We got up from the sofa and filed out of the den toward
     the stairs to our bedroom.  As we climbed the stairs,
     we heard Dad say,  "Frank, I wish you'd been my Dad."
     "Boy, so do I".
     Silence reigned until we were safely in our room and
the door was securely closed.  We didn't hear Guy and Dad
continue the discussion.
     We talked for a little while as we stripped for bed.
We had definitely been busted but Dad was cool with it and
so was Guy.  We'd heard too many stories about parents
kicking their gay sons out of the house.  Total surprise.
We'd had the lecture about force and using rubbers, but it
sure didn't give the appearance that Dad or Guy thought we
were doing anything too bad.  But what did they mean by
Dad's wish to be Guy's son?  And Guy's response?   Guy never
called Dad anything but JJ-certainly not "Boy".  It was all
too confusing.  Other question began to cross my mind, but
now was not the time to ask them.
     Joe said, "If you two are going to mess around tonight
you have to sleep in Jase's bed.  I'm too tired."
     I looked at Jason who shrugged and climbed in the big
bed with Joe.  I scrambled in between them and we settled
down for the night.  Jason's turn would have to wait for
another time.

     Dawn arrived and with it came a knock at our door.
(Had some adult learned a lesson perhaps?)
     "Hey bros, it's time to get up."  It was Rob.  Of
course he'd knock because we were not allowed to invade each
other's rooms without permission.
     "Guy said you need to get ready for Church."
     "Sheeeeeit," said Joe.  "You'd think they'd let us skip
Church once in a while."
     "Uh oh," said Rob,  "Joe you cussed.  I'm going to tell
Guy you cussed in the house and on Sunday too.  Boy, are you
going to get it now?  You better hurry up and get down
stairs before Dad or Guy comes to get you."
     Rob had entered the room but was not surprised to find
the three of us sharing a bed.
     "Guy said you'all might be sleeping together.  If you
were I was supposed to grab Ron's pillow and beat you'all
with it until you get up.  Hurry up, bros."
     At age nine, Rob was smarter than the average bear.  He
knew he'd get his ass kicked if he hit Joe in the head with
a pillow and Jase and I would be right there to help the
oldest sibling.  With another "hurry up", he was out of the
room and down the stairs.