Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2003 13:19:44 +0000
From: Guy Jameson <guyjameson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 2

This is the story of a gay boy who grows into manhood.
Eventually he has five sons.  These stories are not intended
to offend anyone so if you blush easily or disapprove of sex
between boys or between boys and men, you should be careful
how many of these chapters you read.

This story is mine.  It is based on fact but has been
fictionalized.  Don"t make any assumptions about the sexual
orientation of any one who carries the same name as these
characters.  They're not anyone you know.

Comments about these stories are welcome.


                   THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON
                  CHAPTER 2: VICTOR"S FALL

     Morning came way too early-the sun was shining through
the window.  Damn, I forgot to draw the curtains again.
Victor was stirring just as I woke up.  The alarm clock was
buzzing loudly.  I noticed that this morning Victor was not
wearing his pajamas-just his briefs and tee shirt.  'Well,
that's a start anyway,' I thought.
     I got out of bed, my cock as hard as it usually was in
the morning.  And of course, I was naked which Victor noticed
as my dick swung in front of me.  I went into the bathroom, peed
and came back, thinking that Victor will need to get in there
pretty quickly too.  I was trying to be considerate.  We've
reached a truce, which is a lot better than continuing the
war.
     Victor left the bedroom, closing the door to the
bathroom carefully behind him.  I have to remember that.  I
probably sounded like a horse pissing on a hot rock when I
was in there.  We put on our robes to go for breakfast.
Victor carefully put on his pajamas under his robe.  I was
still naked under mine.  I'll make some concessions but putting
on clothes before having to get dressed did not seem to be an
efficient use of time.
     I had no desire to go to school that morning.  For the
first time in my life, I had not done my homework.  I hadn't
even read the assignment on Indo-China in Time for history
class.
     'It's going to be a hell of a day,' I thought.  But,if I can
just avoid seeing Tom or any of his friends it may not be
too bad.  I only have gym with him and I usually don't see
him at lunch.
     The morning went OK.  None of my undone homework was
due for the morning classes.  Tom and his cronies were no
where to be seen.  I decided not to go to lunch, hiding out
in the library instead.  My history teacher, who I met just
after lunch, was shocked that I hadn't read the assignment
and made his displeasure well known to me and everyone else
in the class.
     'What a shit!  All year I have everything done-usually
two or three days ahead of time and the first time I'm not
prepared, he dumps on me.'  I didn"t realize that Mr. Castle
depended on me because he knew none of the other kids would
be ready for any kind of discussion.
     The last period finally came.  I'd gone all day without
seeing Tom.  I decided to just go home, cut gym class.  That
way I would not have to face any of the taunts I felt sure
would descend on me.
     When Victor came home, I was in "our" room, reading.  I
don't remember what book it was.  I guess I was just staring
at the pages because I realized that I was on the same page
where I'd left off the day before.
     "Hey, JJ.  How'd it go at school today?"  He's all
bright and cheery!  Damn his hide.
     "OK"
     "Did you see Tom Matthews?"
     "No."
     "Wasn't he in your gym class?"
     "I don"t know.  I cut gym and came home."
     "Oh.  Aren't you afraid the school will call and ask
where you were?"
     "Not really, Coach usually forgets to call roll.  No
one else would miss me."
     "Not even Tom?"
     "He probably thinks he's gotten rid of me.  And that's
just fine with me."
     Victor went over to his desk and began to read his
science book.  Not only did Victor not take gym, he was
allowed to do a self-study in science when the human body or
biology were discussed.  I didn't know what he was reading
about.
     We're quiet until we hear Mom come in and go to her
room, closing the door.  She's probably changing out of her
work clothes.  Dinner will be ready soon.  Mom worked as a
nurse and was always tired at the end of the day, but dinner
was one meal she never scrimped on.  We always had a good
dinner.
     After dinner, Victor and I returned to "our" room.
Barry severely limited the use of the TV-it was only for the
news and weather reports.  Everything else, he said was not
appropriate viewing for a Christian family.
     'Shit,' I think.  'The man has been in this house less
than a week and already he's changing our whole routine.
I'm glad Mom is happy with this guy.'
     About 10:00 Victor and I began to get ready for bed.
I took off my clothes and threw them in a heap.  They'll get
laundered Saturday.  Victor carefully folded his clothes and
hung up his trousers--always the perfect little boy.
     He's been here almost a week and I haven't seen him
naked, once.  Man, talk about hung up about the body.
     I had seen some of his body and what I had seen made me
want to see more.  The first thing I noticed on the day of
the picnic about Victor was his face.  Beautifully sculpted,
his head was crowned by raven black hair, but his eyes were
what struck me.  His eyes are blue, penetrating lake clear
blue.  His whole body is a set of contrasts.  Blue eyes with
black hair.  Below his briefs his legs are hairy, the same
raven black as what is on his head.  But his arms are
smooth.  I wondered, How much of his body is covered by that
beautiful hair.  It's pretty obvious that he shaves every day
but I've not seen him do it.  He's always so careful about
closing the door to the bathroom.
     We got into our separate beds.  He was wearing his
underwear without pjs again.
     I started to stroke my cock.  I didn"t do this last
night-first time in years my dick hasn't rocked me to sleep.
I didn't sleep well.  Tonight I want to sleep and I'm hornier
than hell.
     "JJ?"
     "Yeah?"
     "About the other night . . ."
     "What about it?  Don't worry I'm going to do this
quietly tonight.  I won't put you through that again, I
promise."  I'm still working at maintaining some peace.
     "OK"
     He was silent for a minute, or two.  What is Victor
thinking about?
      "JJ?"
     "Yeah, what is it?" I said.
     "That's not what I meant.  I mean the wet dream.  I've
never felt so wonderfully at peace with my body and myself
since then.  It's like a huge weight has been lifted from my
shoulders."
     "See?  I told you that would be what happened.  That's
why I do this every night."
     " . . . And most mornings," Victor added with a giggle.
     "Yeah, that's true isn't it?"
     He was quiet again.  I didn't break his silence-it's
Victor's turn to speak.  Besides I'm busy.  I hadn't really
gotten into masturbating, yet, just sort of playing with
it-pinching the skin over the head, rolling my balls around
in their sac and just the occasional pulling back my skin to
expose the head.
     "JJ?  Are you asleep?"
     "No."
     "Are you jacking off yet?"
     "No.  Just leisurely playing with myself."
     "Will you be my teacher?"
     "Hunh?"
     "Will you teach me how to do it?"
     "Man, no one has to teach a guy to jack off.  It just
happens," I laughed softly.
     "Are you laughing at me?"
     "Hell, no, man. I'm not laughing at you. It's just the
idea that a boy has to have a teacher to learn how to jack
off.  It's like falling off a log.  It just happens."
     "Then why haven't I learned how?  Am I missing
something here?"
     "Victor, you're not missing a thing.  From what little
of you I've seen, you have everything you need . . . And
maybe a little extra.  I think it's all that bullshit your
church taught you that's kept you from learning."
     "How do I start?"
     "Victor, are you sure about this?  I don't want to
force you into something."  My cock is on the rise.  The
idea of witnessing Vic's first jack off session is tying
my balls into a knot.
     "You're not forcing me into anything.  I want to learn.
I liked that feeling of peace and balance I felt after my
wet dream.  That can't be all that bad."
     "OK.  Here's what you do.  First, you have to get
naked.  Get rid of the tee shirt and briefs."
     Victor sat up in his bed and removed his tee shirt.  I
pulled a couple of pillows behind my back so I could sit up
in the bed--to grant me the greatest opportunity to scope
this boy out.
     God he is beautiful.
     "Now the briefs." . . ."Good now prop yourself up so
you can watch what you're doing.  I'm going to turn on the
bed lamp.  The night-light is too dim for a first time.  I
want you to see everything.  If you get to a point you want
to stop.  We'll stop."
     Good now I can see him better.
     My mental picture of Victor is right on target.  His
chest is smooth except for just a few hairs surrounding his
nipples.  His pecs are squared.  How the hell did he get
those pecs?  He never goes to gym and he doesn't play
sports.  I can see a trail of that same raven hair running
from his navel into his pubic hair.  From that point on
down, his thighs, his calves are covered in black hair.
     'Hell if he had horns, he'd be a satyr,' I think.
     "Get comfortable.  You have to be comfortable."
     "Yeah, I"m fine."
     "Now take your dick in your right hand.  Wait, are you
right handed or left handed?"
     "I"m a lefty."
     "Then take your dick in your left hand.  You're going
to use both hands before long so if you want to change
hands, you can."
     "I've never touched my penis in quite this same way."
     "Never? It feels good doesn't it?  Well we have to do
something about that! . . .Now slide your hand along the shaft.
You want to make it hard." . . . "Good boy.  Now work with it.
Relax your hand; you're grasping it too tight." . . . That"s the
way." . . ."I can see you"re getting harder.  That's good." . . .
"Now, you need a mental image."
     "What do you mean?"
     "A fantasy.  Think of someone you'd like to see naked . . .
One of those flag pole girls, maybe.  Some girl in one of
your classes."
     "What am I going to do."
     "Dork, you're going to undress her a little at a time."
     "But I can't think of a girl I'd want to do that with"
. . . "I don't even know what a girl looks like undressed."
     "Man, even I know what a naked girl looks like and I
don't like it.  That's why I talked about Tom the other
night."
     "Can I think of a boy then, too?"
     "Sure.  It doesn"t matter who it is.  Just think of
someone you want to be with right now."
     "Can I think of you, JJ?"
     Man something is wrong here.  I have a jack off virgin
on my hands and the only fantasy he can come up with is ME.
Have I created a queer?  No, queers aren't created; they
are born.  At least I know I was.
     "Sure, anyone, Vic.  But you've seen me naked.  Can't
you think of someone else-someone you've always wanted to
see naked?
     "No.  You're it, I guess."
     "OK.  Then I'll picture you.  Tell me what you want to
do with me."
     "I don't know.  What can a boy do to another boy?"
     "Anything you can do with a girl, except the holes are
in different places."
     "Tell me what to do, JJ.  I don't have any idea at
all."
     "OK.  We need to get on with this because I'm getting
blue balls just looking at your hunky body.  Now I'm going
to tell you what I want to do to you.  But you do it to
yourself, instead.  I'm going to do the same stuff with
myself.  OK?"
     "OK."
     "I'm holding your cock.  Look at that monster.  It's
long, fat and there are very pronounced veins running along
the sides and top.  You have the prettiest dick I've
ever seen.  It's cut, but that's OK. Now slide your hand along
the whole length of it.  Yeah, that's right.  It's getting
bigger.  I take my other hand and cup it under your nuts.
They are heavy, full of unused cream.  I roll them between
my fingers inside their sac.  I'm still stroking your dick.
I'm stroking your dick and playing with your balls.  I wrap
one finger and my thumb around the base of your balls, Vic.
I'm pulling on them . . .DAMMIT, MAN! Not so hard.  You'll hurt
them.  Yeah that's better.  Pull gently.  The rough stuff
comes in lesson 2.  I stop stroking you.  And feel up the
front of your body.  Run my fingers through that bush of
hair at the crown of your cock.  My hand moves gently up
your abs . . . Your hair trail is so soft.  Thick hair . . .  Lots of
hair.  Your navel invites my attention and I stick my finger
inside it.  It's hairless but it feels like a mini boy-cunt.
It needs some moisture.  I stick two fingers in my mouth and
suck on them, getting them wet and then rub around the ridge
of your navel.  My fingers slip inside . . .Continue up your
body . . .Feel the soft skin drawn tight over the muscles of
your abdomen.  Your nipples wait, but they're starting to
get hard.  They look like little pencil erasers" . . .
     "JJ I feel something . . . in my balls and up my dick.
Something is happening!"
     "It's OK Vic.  That's just a sign you're being
effective.  You're about to shoot your cream.  If you want
to, stroke your dick.  Stroke it hard, man . . .That's it.
Stroke it harder.  The harder you stroke the better it's
going to be.  Stroke, baby, stroke.  That's it you're
cumming . . .I can see it well up out of your dick.  My god
it's a fountain, a fountain of cum" . . . "Scream it out
boy.  Let the whole fucking world know you're reaching for
the stars . . . You sound like a bull elephant in heat" . .
.
     "Oh, God Vic, I"m cumming too.  Look at me shoot this
stuff.  It"s all over me" . . . "Man look at this mess . . .
Oh, Victor, . . . that was wonderful."
     Our breathing had reached a peak but was beginning to
come back to normal.  I think our combined voices could have been
heard a mile away.  I was only hoping Mom and Barry weren't
in their room because there was no way they couldn't have
not heard.  As my heart quit pounding, I listened for any
noise in the next room.  It was silent.  They must not have
come up to bed yet.  I glanced at the clock.  It was only
11:00 and I knew Barry liked to watch the late news before
retiring.  I think we got away with it.
     "Victor, next time we do this we have to be a little
quieter.  There's no way for our parents to have heard that
and not know what happened."
     "JJ, will there be a next time?  I sure hope so because
that was the greatest experience I've ever had."
     "Vicki, my dear.  There's a lot more to come.  I'll get
us a towel.  We are a total mess.  You have cum in your
hair, Vic.  Did you know that?"
     Victor shook his head and put his clean hand on his
head to feel it.  "I think I'll leave this here until
morning."
     Damn, could I be falling for this boy? Was my last
thought before falling asleep.
     We both slept peacefully.

     The next morning, Victor closed the bathroom door only
while he used the toilet.  When he was finished, he opened
the door as an invitation for me to join him.  I watched him
shave and then we showered together.
     Nothing was said at breakfast about any strange wild
animals in the neighborhood, so I had reason to hope we were
safe.
     It was Friday.  I hoped that if I could avoid seeing
Tom and his gang for another day that maybe by Monday he
would have forgotten the incident in the shower.  That day I
discovered there was an advantage to being invisible.  No
one paid any attention to me at all.  I had been able to get
my history done last night before Vic and I had gone to bed,
so the old man wouldn"t scream at me again.  I cut gym
again.  All seemed to be right with the world.  In fact, I
FELT GOOD!

     Vic and I were getting ready for bed on Friday night.
I stripped off my clothes and threw them over a chair as
usual.  I lay on the bed, watching Victor as he neatly
folded his clothes and put everything where it belonged.  He
laid down on his bed-no pjs, no underwear.  He was naked!
      "JJ, think we can do it again?"
     "Hell yes we can.  But try to wait a little longer
before you shoot your load.  You really rushed me last
night."
     Victor laughed!
     My god, but that's a sweet sound.  His laugh is as
beautiful as the rest of him.
     We both reached for our cocks.
     "Now remember Vic, we're going to take it nice and
slow.  You missed out on some of my best stuff last night."
     "Sure, JJ.  Whatever you say."
     "Now slowly, stroke your cock."
     "JJ, I've already cum!"
     "What! That's not possible, Vic.  NO ONE cums that
fast."
     "Then what is this, then?"
     I got out of bed and walked over to see what he was
talking about.
     "Vic that's just pre-cum.  You get that to help lube
your cock.  When you fuck a girl, you need that to get your
dick into her pussy.  When you jack off, it helps you
feel better."
     "Oh, I've never heard that . . . Why do you always talk
about fucking a girl?  I think you don't really like girls
and would rather be with a boy."
     "True, but you like girls, don't you?"
     "I don't know, JJ.  I like what we did last night and
all I could think about was you.  Could I be falling in love
with you, JJ?"
     "Not possible, Vic.  Just don't let that go to your
head.  It may just be a phase you're going through." I
chuckled.  Isn't that what everyone says to a thirteen-year-
old queer?
     "Scoot over.  We're going to do this right tonight" . .
. I slipped into Vic's bed beside him.  "That"s better.  This
way we can feel what"s happening to each other" . . . "Now
take your cock . . ."
     "I think I have the first part.  Can't we just skip up
to pulling our nuts and feeling our nipples grow hard?  See?
I'm already to that point."
     "Have it your way" . . . "Pull on your nipples, pinch
them, but not too hard" . . . That's a boy" . . . "Now don't
freak out but I'm going to pull on your nuts, OK?"
     "Yeah, that feels good JJ.  Pull on my nuts cause I'm
going to do to you anything you do to me, got it?"
     "You catch on fast, Vicki."
     "Kiss me JJ.  Kiss me the way I wanted you to the first
night.  I loved the smell of your body so close to mine and
I want to taste what that smell is like" Our kiss is gentle,
concentrating on each other's taste.  "Oh, man that
is sweet" . . . "I can feel your hand on me, JJ.  Touch my
cock.  Jack me, please . . ."
     "I love the feel of your hand on me, Vic.  Touch my
body.  Run your hands all over my body" . . . "Yeah just
like that.  I love it.  Keep it up."
     "JJ, if you keep playing with my cock that way, I"m
going to shoot my cum and I don't want that yet."
     "Vic, I'm right with you.  Just keep up what you're
doing to me and we'll cum together."
     Suddenly, the door burst open.  Barry was standing
there fully dressed.  He flipped on the overhead light and
stared at us in bed together.  He ripped off his belt and
began to swing at us.  I covered Victor's body with my own
to deflect the blow which landed soundly across my back.
     "You Son of a Devil, Fucking Queer!  I'll teach you to
debauch my son."
     Barry was swinging his belt, striking my back with each
blow.  Victor struggled against me trying to protect me from
his father's anger.  Barry landed two blows across Vic's
stomach.  Victor rolled away from me onto the floor.
     "Daddy, Don't hit me.  Please don't hit me again."
     "You Devil.  You've corrupted my son and I won't have
you doing that."
     "Barry, you son of a bitch.  Don't hit me again."
     But he did.  Victor witnessed the whole event and cried
out every time his father's belt landed across my back.  I
lost count how many blows, but I know he hit me with all his
strength at least five times.  Victor was crying.  I was
screaming curses at the man and he was cursing me to Hell
with every blow.  I rolled into a ball at his feet, trying
to protect my head from his blows.  He kicked me away from
him, forcing me to roll over on my back making me vulnerable
to his attack.  The next blow of the belt struck my
genitals.  A wave of panic and nausea swept through me.  And
I vomited before passing out.
     When I came to, I was on my stomach with someone
washing my back and the backs of my legs.  I felt tears
falling on me, stinging the wounds with their salt.
     "Oh, JJ.  I'm so sorry.  If we hadn't been doing that,
Dad would never have beat you this way.  I've never seen him
like that.  He's never hit me before.  I didn't know he
could ever be so angry . . . You're bleeding from your back
and there are big welts on the  back of your legs.  Is your
side sore?"
     What a dumb question.  Of course my side is sore.  I
may have a cracked rib.
     "I'm OK, Vicki.  It feels good for you to wash me.  But
where is mother?" I was crying.
     "She brought me the towels, JJ.  Dad wouldn't let her
tend to you.  He said to let the queers comfort each other."
     "Oh, Vic.  I teased you into doing what we did.  You'd
be the happy Bible thumper of Jackson Jr. High, if I'd left
you alone.  You have to tell your father it wasn't your
fault.  You have to tell him I possessed you, like Satan
possessed Mary Magdalene.  You have to tell him you're not
queer.  That it's all my fault.  He mustn't think bad about
you, Vic.  You're too nice a guy to let that happen.  Blame
it all on me.  I can take the load."
     I drifted back into happy land, lying on the
floor-naked.  Vic was crying and cleaning up my blood with
his tears falling on my body.

     I woke the next morning lying on my stomach in my bed.
My ribs hurt when I breathed, but I didn't think they were
broken.  They didn't hurt bad enough.  My back and legs were
on fire.  I saw Victor with a suitcase packing my clothes.
He was crying.
     "Hey, man what are you doing?"
     "I'm packing your clothes.  Dad is sending you away
tonight.  He thought about sending me too, but decided that
it was all your doing and that if I go with you, I'll be
sure to go to Hell.  JJ I didn't tell Dad it was your fault!
I tried to explain to him that you didn't do anything that I
didn't want too.  He slapped me across the face and told me
to shut up.  JJ, he's never hit me before.  Maybe he never
had a reason to but he hit me this morning.  He decided that
you're spawn of the devil and you possessed me.  JJ, I want
to go with you.  I don't want to stay here.  I hate my
father for what he did!  I don't care about Hell.  I want to
be with you."
     "Come here, baby.  Let me hold you.  You can't go with
me.  You have to stay here.  One of us in Hell is bad enough
and maybe I am Satan and maybe I did possess you . . . Stop
crying just let me hold onto you for just a minute."
     Victor helped me get out of bed.  It hurt like hell to
move, but the bleeding was stopped.  Vic knelt at my feet to
get them into the legs of a pair of shorts, then helped me
stand.
     "No underwear today?" I asked.
     "No it's too hot for underwear.  You have to let your
balls breath.  Remember?"
     "Thanks, bro.  I love you."
     "I love you too."