Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2003 01:10:03 +0000
From: Guy Jameson <guyjameson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 15

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 youngest boy, David



                   THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON

         CHAPTER FIFTEEN: DAVE'S BIRTHDAY CONTINUED

                          1996-2000

     During the school year, especially early spring, I
often had to home by myself.  We didn't live very far from
the school and I could safely ride my bike.  Dad often had
to stay late at school getting things ready for the end of
school activities and my older brothers would stay for
soccer practice.  I played soccer too but the ten-year-old
league wasn't allowed to practice but twice a week with a
game on Saturdays.  Dad didn't like me being home alone
after school when Guy would not be there, so he had arranged
with Mrs. Storm to let me come to her house until one of
them came home.
     Mrs. Storm lived alone with her son in a house just a
little ways away from us.  Her son, Jerry, was sixteen years
old but played basketball instead of soccer.  So he was
usually home when I came over.  Sometimes he and I would
play cards or chess.  We both liked to play chess and were
fairly well matched.  I could beat him almost as often as he
would win.  One Friday I came over to the Storm's house.  I
knocked on the back door as usual.  Jerry came to the door
and invited me in.
     "Mom's gone shopping, Dave, but you can still come in
and wait if you want to.  Would you like to play a card
game?"
     I was pretty good at cards too-my brothers had taught
me several games including poker.
     "Sure," I said.  "Want to play poker?"
     "That would be OK," he said.  "Do you really know how
to play poker?"
     "I sure do.  My brothers taught me."
     "Have you ever played strip poker with your brothers?"
     "No.  I've never heard of it before.  Why's it called
strip poker?"
     "Because every time you lose a hand you have to take
off a piece of clothing.  Do you want to play?"
     As I've said before I liked looking at my brothers when
they were naked.  But I'd never seen another older boy naked
before.  Jerry was just a year younger than Joe was and I
was curious how he would compare with my brothers.
     "Sure, that sounds like fun."  We went up to Jerry's
room where we'd have some warning in case his mother came
home early.
     Jerry got out a deck of cards, shuffled them and said,
"OK this is five card draw.  Deuces are wild.  Do you know
how to play that game?"
     "Of course, that's one of the basic games of poker," I
     announced with some pride.  Actually, I was pretty good
     at draw poker and felt sure I could beat him.
     "OK, I'll deal."
     The first hand I drew to three Aces.  Jerry only had a
pair and lost his shirt.  The next hand went to Jerry and I
lost mine.  Over the next several hands I was ahead.  Jerry
had lost his shoes, socks and belt.  I had only lost one
shoe and one sock.  Then Jerry won the next three hands.  I
was down to my briefs before I won the next three and Jerry
was naked.
     "Looks like you don't have anything left to lose,
Jerry." I said, with a touch of glee.  He was as well
defined in the chest as Joe but his legs weren't as strong
looking as Ron or Jason.  He was circumcised like Ron and
maybe his dick was a bit larger.   Jerry looked pretty good
naked
     We both laughed at my joke but I got to see what I
wanted to see.
     "I'll tell you what, Dave," Jerry said.  "I'll bet you
a blow job against your briefs on the next hand.  If I win
you not only lose your briefs but you have to suck my dick.
If you win I'll suck yours.  Have you ever had your dick
sucked?"
     "No.  Is that something like jacking off?"  I knew what
a blowjob is.  But being the youngest of five brothers I'd
learned that sometimes it didn't pay to let older boys know
how much I knew.  I had never witnessed a blowjob or been
given one, but I was anxious to try it.  I figured Jerry
might as well be the one to teach me as anyone else.
     "Yeah, sort of.  Have you ever jacked off?"
     "Yes, but I don't have any milk yet."
     "Well I do.  If you lose you let me put my dick in your
mouth and you jack me off with your mouth until I cum.  OK?"
     "OK.  If I win, you suck my dick, right?"
     "Right."
     I dealt the last hand.  When I looked at my cards, I
knew I couldn't lose.  I was holding a full house, Queens
over deuces.  No way Jerry could draw and beat my hand.  But
did I want to win?  It would be cool to lose and then be
able to play with Jerry's dick.  It was nice and big, and
was crowned by a really nice bush of pubic hair.  His balls
were nice looking too.  (See? I'd become a real connoisseur
of dick.)
     However, it might be good to win too.  Then Jerry would
have to suck my dick.  I was sure that wasn't what he had in
mind when he proposed this game, but then I might learn how
to do it better.  That could come in very handy.  Besides if
I did win and Jerry had to suck me, I thought there would
still be some way I could return the favor.
     I decided winning would be better.
     Jerry drew two cards.
     "Dealer takes none," I said, laying down my cards.  I
thought Jerry was going to have an orgasm on the spot.  All
he had was a pair of aces.
     "Not good enough, Jerry.  Suck my little dick."
     "Naw, I'm not going to do that.  I'm not queer."
     "Come on, Jerry.  That was the bet.  Would you rather
be queer or go back on a bet?"
     "I'm not sucking your dick!"
     "Oh, I think you will, Jerry.  Cuz if you don't, I'll
tell my brothers that you did suck me and then tried to fuck
my cute little ass.  Do you think they'd like that?"
     "Hey, I'm not afraid of Ron."
     "No? Then how about Ron, Joe AND Jason?  Do three of
them scare you?"
     The reputation of the Jameson boys was that we all
stuck together.  You know, "All for One and One for All".
We'd read The Three Musketeers.  Only there were five of us.
     "OK, you win.  If I do suck you, you won't tell,
right?"
     "Right.  I might even be convinced to give you a
blowjob too.  Sound fair to you?"
     "Yeah, that's OK."
     Jerry sat on the edge of the bed.  I pulled down my
briefs.  He was stroking his dick, making it very hard.  I
had never seen my brothers hard, except Rob with whom I
shared the dormitory, so it was difficult to compare him
with my brothers.  He looked very big and my mouth watered
to know I might be sucking on it in just a few minutes.
     But first he had to pay off his bet.  I moved up to
him, my little dick, which was more than three inches long
and not thick at all, pointing straight at him.  I have to
give Jerry credit he didn't laugh at the difference in the
size of our pieces, but opened his mouth and took it all in
his mouth.  His tongue worked against my balls as he sucked
my cock.  It felt wonderful.  My whole body tingled as he
sucked and licked my private parts.
     Man, this was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever had.
I humped his mouth and he sucked and licked like a crazy
man.  I could feel my dry orgasm beginning to build inside
my nuts and in just a very few minutes, I was screaming my
pleasure.  My legs went weak and I sank to my knees right
between Jerry's thighs.  His bigger cock was pointing right
at me.  There was a drop of fluid on the end of his dick. He
had given me such a feeling of relief and pleasure, I had to
take him even if I hadn't promised.
     I started with Jerry's balls.  I picked them up in my
hand and was amazed at how heavy they felt.  His sack was
covered with longish, dark hair.  Just for the fun of it I
pulled at his hairs, causing him to scream in pain.  Man,
Jerry should have been an actor.  You would think I had
tried to pull his nuts out his sac.
     Still holding onto his bag I began to suck on the very
end of his dick, that part which lay exposed by his
circumcision.
     "Oh, man.  For a little guy you have a great tongue and
mouth.  Suck me you little shit."
     I didn't think calling me names was very nice of Jerry
but I still sucked at the end of his dick.  I couldn't get
much of it in my mouth but I wrapped one hand around the
base of his dick.  With my other hand I continued to play
with his nuts, but I quit pulling on the hair.  My objective
was to learn how to give this guy pleasure so I could do the
same for my brothers.  I sucked as much of him into my mouth
as I could and moved the hand wrapped around the base in
sync with my mouth.
     "Ohhh, that feels so good, Dave.  Suck my dick.  I'm
getting so close to shooting my load, man.  Suck me harder."
     I continued to suck Jerry until his body shook and he
began to unload his milk into my mouth.  It didn't taste
like milk and it didn't feel like milk but I loved it.
Jerry's spunk tasted better than ice cream, but warm.  As he
unloaded into my mouth, Jerry grabbed the back of my head
and pounded his cock into me as hard as he could.  His moans
became screams.
     "Damn man that is so good.  Suck me fucker.  Drink my
cum.  Oh, god that feels so good."
     Jerry's body began to relax but I kept his dick in my
mouth until it softened and fell from my lips.  He fell back
against the bed, his breathing was still rapid but beginning
to slow down.
     "Dave, are you sure you've never done that before?
That was the best blowjob I've ever had.  I haven't had a
lot but that one is for the record books.  I must have shot
six bullets down your throat."
     "I think there was only five, Jerry, but I may have
lost count."  I laughed.
     Jerry pulled me on top of him.  His chest and stomach
were covered with sweat, matting down the hair he had
growing between his pecs and the line from his navel to his
groin.  He wasn't as hairy as my brothers, but that might
not mean much.  All the men in our family seemed to be
related to gorillas.
     We lay there for several minutes before we heard a
knock at the door.  Very quickly we both pulled on our
clothes.  Somehow in the rush I couldn't find my under pants
and pulled my shorts on without them.  Jerry dressed faster
than I did and ran down the stairs to answer the door.  It
was my brother, Ron.
     I grabbed my school stuff from the sofa and met the two
older boys at the door.
     "You ready to go home, Dave?"
     "Yeah," I said.  "I think I've done everything here I
wanted to do."
     I winked at Jerry, thanked him for watching me until
Ron came to get me and gave him what I hoped was my cutest
smile.  It must have worked because Jerry could hardly tell
us good-bye.
     "Bro, what were you and Jerry doing?  You look like the
cat that swallowed a prize mouse."
     "Oh, we just played a little poker.  I won."
     I decided on the way home with Ron that sucking dick
was the greatest thing a guy could do with another guy.  I
could hardly wait until I could do it again.