Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 12:52:50 +0000
From: Guy Jameson <guyjameson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 4

Thanks go to those of you who have read the first three
parts of this story and have responded to what they've read.
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But these feeble writings are not for everyone.  Some of you
will find there's not enough sex; others will find the type
of sex is not to their liking.  A few people may even be
offended by what comes later in the series.

Remember that male2male sex covers a lot of ground.  It
takes some people longer than others to develop their sexual
appetites.  This is especially true about the people
described in this continuing story.

There may even be a few of you who are too young or live in
an area where reading something that is even the slightest
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                   THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON
               CHAPTER FOUR: VICTOR'S VICTORY

     "You love your dad and he loves you.  Mom is fond of
you too and after a while she'll love you."  JJ's last words
as he got into the taxi and drove off.   He might have been
right at one time.  But at that particular moment, I wasn't
so sure.  I hated my dad for what he did last night and I
knew I could never love him again.
     I went to what had been "our" room, slamming the door.
No one was home to hear either the door or the sound of
furniture being broken as I vented my anger on whatever
objects that I could find.  I didn't appear for dinner-for
all I knew dinner was not even offered.  I knew JJ's mom
wasn't in the house and I didn't care where my dad was.
     Eventually, my anger developed into fatigue and I fell
onto my bed, crying over the fact that I had a brother for
almost a week and now he was gone.  Gone simply because my
dad was an inhuman, unloving, uncaring, son of a . . . I had
never cursed in my life and didn't know how to start now.  I
knew JJ could have taught me how to do that too.
     'Am I lost now?' I wondered.  'Does God really care
about what we did as much as my dad did?  Who was hurt,
besides JJ, of course?  I hated my father; I hated God; I
hated my life as I could see it in the near future.  Why
couldn't I have taken some of the blame and gone with my
brother.  Am I a faggot?  Is JJ as much of a faggot as he
thinks he is?  What the Hell am I going to do now?'
     I guess that at some time I fell asleep.  I don't know.
But early Sunday morning, dad was at "our" door.
     "Victor! It's time for church.  You need to get
dressed.  Your mother and I are almost ready to go.  Now
hurry up, Victor."
     'Sure, you Son of a Bitch, I'm going to get up to go
with you to church.  After what you've done to me why would
I go to church?  Because I'm scared of you.  That's the only
reason I'll go anywhere with you or do anything with you for
the rest of my life.'
     "Dad.  I'm sick.  I can't go to church today."
     "Victor get up.  You are going to church today and
every day until we've cast out the demons that devil has
placed in your soul.  Now get up before I come in and get
you."
     Dad had never done to me what he had done to JJ.  He
had never spoken to me in the same tone of voice he was
using now.  I was afraid of him and afraid of his anger.  I
feared him more than I feared God and right now I didn't
care about either of them.  But I had discovered what my dad
was capable of doing and it scared me.
     'He'll do it!'   I realized.  'If I don't get up, he'll
take me just the way I am.  He'll parade his sinner naked
son all the way into the church.  He'll carry me to the
front and make me confront the whole congregation.  They'll
all find out what kind of man he is and THEY WILL PRAISE HIM
FOR IT.  That son-of-a-bitch will win because I can't
win-not yet anyway.'
     I went to church, dressed as the dutiful son I am.  But
I decided to dress JJ's way-commando, without underwear.
I'd let my balls breath just as JJ did.  It's not much, but
it's at start.  No one will know but . . . God and me.  God
will know I am not doing this willingly and maybe he will
laugh at my foolishness and forgive me for not honoring my
father.

     When we arrived at church, everyone was waiting
outside, perhaps to watch my humiliation.  But I wasn't
humiliated.  The mere sight of the whole congregation
waiting to see a son possessed of the devil made me
stronger, made me more proud of who I was and what I had
done.
     Kenneth, one of the boys who was in the flagpole gang,
and one I considered my friend, greeted me with a kiss of
peace.
     "Are you alright, Victor?  You don't look the same."
     "I am not the same, Kenneth.  I have lost my best
friend because . . ."
     "I thought I was your best friend, Victor."
     "JJ was my brother.  I've lost him, Kenneth.  I've lost
him because my father drove him from our home as if he was
Satan himself.  But he's not.  He and I were just boys."
     Kenneth looked at me as if he had never known me before
and walked into the church without so much as looking back
at me.  All during the service of singing and the sermon,
which seemed to go on forever, about the wages of sin and
being accursed by Satan, I knew that everyone was watching
to see what I would do.  There was not one word about love
or forgiveness or mercy.  It was all about the fires of Hell
and a God who showed neither mercy nor love.  I guess the
people expected to see Satan physically rise up out of my
head and depart from me.  It didn't happen.
     On Monday morning I left the house earlier than usual,
not taking time for breakfast, because I did not want to see
my father or for him to see me.  Instead of my usual attire
of long trousers and a long sleeved shirt, I wore a pair of
JJ's shorts and one of his tee shirts.  I had also found a
pair of his canvas shoes stuck back in the closet.  Just to
complete my show of force, I combed my hair backward in sort
of a spiked affair.  I'm sure it looked ridiculous, but that
was part of the plan.
     Instead of going to the flagpole for the morning prayer
service I had helped organize, I headed straight for the
counselors' area.  Mr. George, my counselor, had not yet
arrived but I sat in his office waiting for him.  The office
clerks who were on duty stared and then gaped at my
appearance.  I noticed one of the secretaries stop Mr.
George as he came into the office to tell him I was waiting.
As he walked past her, I noticed she was laughing to herself
in disbelief.
     "Well, Victor" . . . He paused as if he had addressed
the wrong boy.  "Uh, Victor.  What may I do for you this
morning?"
     "I want to change my schedule of classes."
     "Uh, Victor . . . I don't think that would be possible.
We only have about two and half weeks left of the school
year.  We can make some adjustments in next year's schedule
but it's too late for this term . . . What would you want to
change if it were possible?"
     "I want to take regular science instead of doing the
self study I've take for the past year.  I also want to take
gym class.  I can understand the problem with science, Mr.
George, but couldn't I enroll in gym for these last couple
of weeks?  I would only be dropping my study hall."
     Mr. George was having a difficult time figuring out
what had changed in me.  I had been so adamant about not
taking gym and science for religious reasons that special
permission had to be obtained from the Board of Education.
Now this close to the end of the term, I wanted to change?
He just stared at me for several minutes.
     'I think he is enjoying this turn of events, I thought.
'But he can't show it.  He's been after me all year because
I've been such a burr under his blanket.'
     "The change into gym class would be possible, I
suppose.  But of course you couldn't receive credit for it.
Not enough days in class."
     "I understand that, sir."  I know I had been a problem
for Mr. George and to get him on my side was going to take
all the finesse I could muster.
     "Mr. Hanes, the gym teacher, would have to sign off on
this.  Let me see if he has arrived at school . . . When
would you want to make the change?"
     "Starting today, I think.  The sooner the better."
     "I see.  Wait a few minutes, please."
     "Of course, Mr. George."
     Mr. George went into the office reception area, checked
the teachers' sign in sheet and then turned to his
secretary.  I saw her pick up the phone and dial a number.
In a very short time, Mr. Hanes was in the office.  First
there was a look of surprise on his face, but that turned
into a self-satisfied looking grin.  He had really hated the
fact that a kid in this school had been able to opt out of
PE.  After all isn't it necessary for all boys to learn
about sports?  I saw him nod his assent.
     "OK, Victor," Mr. George said returning to his office
and taking his seat.  "We can make the change effective
today, if you have the proper gym clothes.  You must have
clean white shorts, a tee shirt and appropriate shoes.  Do
you ha . . ."
     "I have all that right here in my bag, sir."
     "Does your dad know about this change?"
     "No sir, but as you know I was the one who fought for
the exclusion.  I'm sure my dad will not care what I do."
     "Now about the request for science-you do understand we
can't do that until next year?"
     "Yes sir.  I understand fully, but I would appreciate
it if you would make that change too."
     "Fine, Victor.  I'm glad you've come around to our way
of thinking."
     'Well, Mr. George.  If you only knew.  It's not your
way of thinking I've come around to,' I heard myself
saying-hopefully I hadn't said it aloud.
     The warning bell signaling the imminent beginning of
first period rang as I left the counselors' area.  I ran
into Kenneth as I hurried down the hall.  Kenneth had never
adopted my previous eccentric manner of dress and always
wore what the other kids, the "sinners", wore.  To say he
was shocked at my appearance would be an understatement.  He
stammered my name, was ignored and walked away, his head
shaking.
     Silence fell over the room as I entered my first period
class.  There were a few titters, but they too quieted as I
took my assigned seat-in the extreme right side row of
chairs.
     No one spoke to me and I spoke to no one all day.  My
so-called friends from the flagpole meetings were shocked at
what they considered my surrender and the other kids with
whom I had never associated, snickered and then ignored me.
IT WAS A GREAT DAY.
     Then came gym.  It took me a few minutes to find JJ's
locker.  I took his gym suit out of my bag and began to
remove my clothes.  I had never undressed in front of any
boys except JJ and felt terribly conspicuous and self-
conscious as I removed my shirt.  Little did I know I was
standing next to Tom Matthews' locker?
     "Well, Well," he gibed.  "What have we here?  The
preacher boy . . . And he is using the faggot's locker.
What are you doing here preacher boy?  Going to preach at us
for glorifying the body and exposing our naked bodies?"
     'I'm not going to let this prick get to me.  He's
teased me all year and this is nothing different.  Either
he'll go away or I will.  But not before I've changed
clothes.'
     I continued to undress, trying to act natural-as if
exposing my self to possible ridicule was a daily
occurrence.  When I removed my shorts and was standing naked
in front of him, Tom screamed at the top of his lungs,
"Werewolf.  We have a werewolf.  Look at his legs.  Have you
ever seen anyone so hairy in your life?  Who are you going
to bite, Werewolf?"
     Turning my back to Tom, I bent over at the waist to
slip on my regulation gym shorts, exposing my hairy butt to
the bully.
     'JJ called it a "boy pussy" or was it "man pussy"? He
said it made one boy shoot his load in the shower.  I wonder
if Tom will jack off the way JJ did thinking about this boy
pussy.  Which ever it is I've shown it to Tom.  I hope Tom
enjoys the sight.'
     "I've been mooned.  The preacher boy is mooning me.
I'm going to get you for this preacher boy.  Just wait."
     "My moon and I will be waiting for you," I responded,
feeling a lot less confidant than I hoped I sounded.  "Fuck
you, Tom Matthews."  I hoped with all my heart that Tom
would not respond with his fist.
     I tried to act braver than I felt as I turned and made
my way through the crowd of boys, who had gathered to watch
our exchange, toward the gym.
     Class went pretty much as I had expected.  Everyone
knew I probably did not know how to play the games appointed
for that day so Mr. Hanes assigned me to a team.  I didn't
do much except observe what happened.  But I'm a quick
learner and was fairly confidant I could make a decent
showing in the class before the year ended.
     I was one of the first boys into the shower, soaped and
rinsed as quickly as possible so I could get out of there.
I wouldn't have even bothered if it weren't for the fact
that showers were required.  Two boys stood at the shower
room door to make sure the requirement was met that everyone
at least get wet.
     That marked the end of the first day of school for the
NEW Victor Reingold.
     But my problems were not over.  When I arrived "home",
my father, who had left work early just so he could be
there, met me when I arrived.  Apparently Mr. George had
called dad about my schedule changes.
     "Victor, I want to talk to you," he said as I entered
the house.  He was in the living room and had not yet seen
my mode of dress.
     "What is this?" he exclaimed as I entered the room.
"Where did you get those clothes?  Those aren't your
clothes.  They're JJ's.  Aren't they?  Why are you wearing
JJ's clothes?  Does that devil still possess you?"
     I answered sarcastically, "You sent my brother away.
It wasn't his fault and he is not a devil possessing my
soul.  He showed me a different side of God-different from
the side you see.  And . . . And . . . You showed me a
different side of yourself when you beat him.  Are you going
to beat me, too, Dad, and then cast me out into the
darkness?  Because if you are, you'd better do it now!" I'm
shouting now.  Shouting at my father is not something I've
ever done before.  I know God is going to hate me for this.
Hate me for not honoring my father.  But dad has to know I'm
not taking his shit anymore.  My soul is my responsibility
now-not his.
     My father's face looked like the demons carved by
Renaissance sculptors in churches to frighten the ignorant.
He started to say something, but only stammered in shock at
my behavior.
     I ran out of the room to the one I shared with JJ's
memory.

     I sat at my desk, trying to do my homework, but visions
of JJ kept inserting themselves between me and the book I
was reading.  JJ was standing beside me, naked with his
erection pointing straight at me, the skin pulled back from
the head of his penis.  He just stood there, then began to
stroke his hard cock, pulling his foreskin over his glans
and then back again.  There was a drop of pre-cum in the
rose bud formed by his skin.  I reached for him just as I
had a few nights ago.  He disappeared from view.
     Again I tried to concentrate on my textbook.  But JJ's
image returned.  He didn't say anything, just stood there
starting to jack his cock.  Again he disappeared when I
reached out to him.
     Totally frustrated, I slammed the book shut, stood up
and began to undress for bed.  I picked up my pajamas and
started to pull them on.  NO! I wasn't going to wear these
things ever again.  JJ slept naked.  I would sleep naked
from now on.  I went to what had been JJ's desk to find a
pair of scissors to cut up the offensive garments.  Not
finding scissors in the top drawer, I began going through
the other drawers.  Tucked under some papers in the bottom
drawer I found something even better than scissors.  It was
a magazine.  A pornographic magazine.
     On the cover was the picture of a man dressed only in a
very brief garment.  The garment had a pouch that covered
his genitals, but barely.  There was a strap around his
waist.  The strap couldn't have been more than a quarter
inch wide.  His buttocks were bare.
     I tossed my pajamas onto my bed and stretched out on
JJ's bed.  I pulled the pillows up behind my neck and began
looking through the mag.  On each page was a picture, in
black and white, of a different man-each dressed in the
briefest of garments, some showing a very obviously erect
penis.  I reached down to my own cock and felt it as it
began to grow.
     Slowly I pulled my hand back and forth along the shaft
of my cock.  Still holding the magazine so I could see it, I
reached down with my stroking hand and felt my nut sack.  I
wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the base of the sack
and pulled as hard as I could stand, stretching the skin.
It hurt a little but the pain felt good.  My dick became
harder.
     It wasn't possible to look at the pictures in that
magazine and do what I wanted with myself so I laid it open
on the bed and turned my body so I could look at the pics
and use both hands to "pleasure myself".  If dad walked in
at that point I knew I'd be beaten and sent away too.  In
the back of my mind, I knew that was exactly what I was
hoping for.
     I was stroking my cock and pulling on my nuts.  My
nipples were hard.  I used one hand to pinch them, just as
JJ had shown me.  It felt so good.  I pinched the nip
harder, digging my thumbnail into the tender flesh.  AHHH,
that was even better!  I rubbed down my chest, imagining JJ
doing it for me.  That made me feel hot, as he would have
said.  I played with my navel, stuck two fingers in my mouth
to wet them and rubbed into it-my "mini boy cunt".  I pulled
the hairs on my groin, reached down again and captured my
nuts in their sack, pulling harder with each stroke I gave
my rod.  The feeling I'd experienced just a few nights ago
signaled I was close to shooting my cum.  I wasn't ready for
that to happen.
     JJ had said he hadn't shown me his best stuff.  There
had to be more I could with my body to feel good.  About
that time I noticed an increasingly strong odor coming from
my armpits.  I tucked my nose into one pit and took a deep
sniff-MY GOD! THAT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL SMELL I'VE EVER
KNOWN.  I sniffed again and again.  I stuck my tongue into
the pit as far as I could reach and started to lick.  The
taste was better than the perfume.  I was on my way to
heaven.  Switching hands on my cock, I attacked my other
armpit with equal fervor.  The scents, the taste of the
human body.  I'd never experienced anything like this.  It
felt good when JJ felt of me and sniffed my body, but the
excitement I was feeling is not describable.
     My hand was jacking at my meat a mile a minute.  I had
reached the point that I couldn't stop.  I had to cum.  I
stroked myself to orgasm, letting loose with what threatened
to be the wildest animal, guttural sound I could make.  I
jammed my face into JJ's pillow and let my voice express my
deep pleasure as the fluid erupted.  Some of my essence
landed on my chest.  The next blast was harder and some
landed on my exposed cheek, dribbling onto my lips.  Several
other blasts followed, coating me from chin to pubic hairs.
I was a mess!
     Looking at my hand, I remembered seeing JJ clean his
fingers by licking away the goo.  I put one finger into my
mouth-I had never tasted this before and at first the
thought sickened me.  But the flavor of my own essence.
JESUS FUCKING JOSEPH it tasted good!  I jammed the rest of
my fist into my mouth cleaning my hand, savoring my life
seed.  I'd love to describe what I tasted, but I've never
been to Olympus, never tasted ambrosia.  But I knew this had
to be it!  No wonder the Greeks loved their many gods so.
If the early evangelists were anything like the one's in our
church, they would have been crucified the minute they
suggested sex was a sin.
     I rubbed my hands on my torso, collecting all the
nectar I could and licked my hands clean.  The bit I still
felt on my face I just rubbed into the skin.  It would be
there next morning, reminding me of the first time JJ and I
had jacked off together.  DAD BE DAMNED!  THIS WAS NOT A
SIN.  It just felt too wonderful.  God would never put such
a temptation in front of his children and then punish them
for enjoying it.
     After a while, my body began to relax.  I turned onto
my side and fell asleep, still on JJ's bed.

     Sometime during the night I dreamed of JJ coming toward
me.  Not only could I see him, I could smell him.  His scent
was strong, wafting across my nostrils like a gentle breeze.
I inhaled more strongly, coming half-awake.  Then I realized
that I was in fact smelling JJ.  His scent was on his
pillowcase.  I pulled the case aside and found JJ's perfume
even stronger on the pillow.  JJ was present all over the
bed, which I discovered as I pulled down the sheets and ran
my nose further down the bed.  The closer I came to where
his groin and ass had lain, the stronger his perfume was.
My cock hardened.
     Moving down to the point where his cock would have
wiped against the sheet, I found a small area that had
stiffened-probably from the cum he hadn't cleaned from his
prick-maybe from the cheese that he had said sometimes
formed under his foreskin.  Wherever it came from, it was
wonderful.
     Lying there with my nose pressed tightly to the spot, I
began to stroke my cock.  With the other hand I was playing
with my nuts.  They were still sticky from the residue of my
previous load.  I wet my fingers with my spit and rubbed
under my sack to clean away the cum.  When I brought my
fingers back to my mouth I smelled myself on them.  I sucked
them clean.  I reached down again, collecting more of my cum
laden scent.  Licked my fingers clean.  Reached again into
my groin-all the time continuing to stroke my now raging
hard on.  Again cleaned my fingers.  Each time I explored
more of my groin area, the better I liked it.  I was closing
in on the beginning of my ass crack.  The taste was now very
different.  There was no cum there now.  I was tasting and
smelling more of my body.  I wiped my wet fingers into the
crack.  Sniffed my fingers, tasted them.  Not bad.  In fact
it tasted very good-much different than what I expected.  I
knew that part of my body was clean so what I was
experiencing was purely me.  After a few minutes of this I
had reached the opening to my ass.
     I decided to go further.  With my fingers freshly wet,
I began playing with the flesh that formed the opening to my
body-just as JJ had shown me while playing with my navel.
The scent on my fingers was strong, just a little ripe.
HELL, there's no way to describe that scent.  It was my
scent.  After licking my fingers clean again, I pushed a
little way into my anus.  I'd quit stroking my cock-it was
very wet from the pre-cum.  But now I was concentrating
totally on what was happening between my ass cheeks.  I wet
my fingers again and pushed further into my body.  Aww that
felt good.  I pushed in as far as I could reach-just beyond
the second knuckle.  I tried pushing a second finger in.  My
ass was too tight.  Another finger wouldn't go in.  One
finger felt so good I knew I needed more.
     I remembered seeing some skin lotion in the bathroom.
I didn't know what JJ used it for, but it seemed like a
solution to my dilemma.  Little Victor led me to the
bathroom, bobbing along as I walked.  I couldn't remember
ever having that happen before.  I had always slept well
trussed in tight briefs and pjs.  I liked this much better.
Retrieving the lotion, I lay back on the bed.  I squirted a
pretty good amount on my fingers and returned to playing
with my ass.  'Aww, that was much better.'
     Working for only a few minutes I was finally able to
get three fingers into my ass up to the second knuckle.
Continuing to play with my ass, I returned to my
cock-stroking it as hard as I could.  Again I shot a volcano
of white juice all over my torso-from my chin to the final
dribbles that collected in my pubic hair.  I cleaned my hand
with my tongue and lips but left the rest of the puddles on
my body.  Before I fell back to sleep-content with myself
and with JJ's scent infusing the air I was breathing, I
could feel my cum starting to run down my sides to pool
again on the sheets.
     The last two weeks of school went by without serious
incident.  Tom Matthews quit harassing me-choosing instead
to totally ignore me.  I managed to make a few new friends,
but lost all contact with the flag pole group.  In gym class
I learned to play a few of the games and found I had a
certain knack for them.

     I had worked during previous summers cutting grass for
people who lived near the house dad and I had shared before
he married JJ's mother.  After contacting them and renewing
our old agreements, I decided I could stay away from dad
most of the time if I expanded my business.  Even though
most people still preferred to do their own lawns, I was
able to add enough customers to pretty well fill my days.
The times I wasn't mowing grass, I spent at a park not far
from where we lived.  There I met a few other boys who were
pretty well skilled with ball games.  They accepted the new
me without question.  My athletic skills improved swiftly.

     JJ's mother was miserable without him.  She became
totally intimidated by my dad but she wasn't happy.  She
tried to get closer to me but I was having none of that.
After all she hadn't fought very hard to keep JJ at home.
Why should I help fill the void in her life?
     Fortunately it was she, rather than dad, who found the
first letter from JJ.  Up until then I didn't have any idea
where he was.  I wrote him back and for a few months we
exchanged letters fairly often.  But once school started
again, the letters became fewer and fewer until we rarely
exchanged news.  JJ may have written more often than he did
but I knew if dad found the letters he destroyed them.  Dad
had also made it quite clear that any contact with JJ was
strictly forbidden.  Even JJ's mother acquiesced to dad's
prohibition.  That was another reason I distanced myself as
far as possible from her.
     The atmosphere at the Reingold residence was cold at
best.  I felt as though I was a stranger in my own home-if
it could be called a home.