Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2003 01:32:27 +0000
From: Guy Jameson <guyjameson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 5

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offended by what comes later in the series.

Remember that male2male sex covers a lot of ground.  It
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                   THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON
                CHAPTER FIVE: WEST TEXAS MARINE INSTITUTE

     The next morning, I was able to get out of bed without
help and started walking the short distance to the "head".
     "Hey, man.  What do you think you're doing?  You're not
to get out of your bunk without help."
     "Just going to the bath . . . err, make a head call."
     "Man you are full of shit!"
     "No reason to get mad at me Raphe, I'm just going to .
. ."
     "No man, I mean you're full of shit.  Look at your
belly, it's all swollen.  When you get in there, sit for as
long as it takes.  You don't want one of Doc's
suppositories.  They'll kill ya man.  And if that doesn't
work, he'll order an enema . . . I get to give the enemas.
Gives me a chance to play with straight white boys' asses.
Some of them have played with my ass often enough."  There
was that easy laugh again.  I was really getting to like
this guy.
     "I think I can shit, Raphe, without all of that.  But
you can hold my pecker for me if you want while I pee."
     "Promises, Promises.  I'd like that, JJ, but not yet.
I'll save that for a time we can do it right."
     Raphe sniffed at the air.  "When you get done in there,
take a shower!  Man, you are ripe.  Then I'll get you some
chow.  Doc and I have already eaten.  You don't want cold
eggs.  They're powdered and nothing is worse than cold
powdered eggs.  But the cooks don't use salt peter, anymore.
They used to but Doc made them stop.  He said it wasn't good
for the boys . . . OK, JJ, Take a shit and if you need any
help I'll be close by."
     I didn't need any help, but Raphe was close by as he
said.  I could hear him messing around in the ward-probably
changing my bunk and looking to see whether I'd jacked off
during the night.  'I haven't jacked off since Friday
night,' I thought.  'Didn't feel like it.  And that hasn't
happened often.   Maybe I won't be able to jack off ever
again . . . Naw that won't happen!  But at this rate, I'll
have a wet dream.  Now that would be a kick in the ass.
Here I teach Victor to jack off, then the teacher has wet
dreams.  I need to take care of that problem real soon.'
     At home if I hadn't jacked off before I got out of bed,
I'd jack off in the shower.  But I knew that Raphe was just
beyond the door and I wasn't sure I wanted to risk him
walking in and catching me at it-even if he is gay as a
goose.  I finished my shower and walked into the ward with a
towel wrapped around my waist.  The shorts I had worn the
day before weren't where I'd left them.  But Raphe was, . .
. reading a book.
     "You look a lot better, JJ.  How ya feeling?"
     "I'm feeling pretty good, Raphe.  But where are my
clothes?  I know I had a bag of clothes when I got here and
I haven't seen them since.  I'd sure like to get into
something besides that pair of shorts you loaned me-that I
don't even see anywhere around."
     "Oh, I'll bet your stuff is still in the visitor's
room.  I'll get your bag when I go for the chow.  Right now,
you need to sit down awhile until Doc says you're ready to
be moving around by yourself.  He'll get around to see you
pretty soon.  Now, how about some chow?  I'll go get it and
check on your bag of clothes."
     Raphe left the ward and I laid down on the bunk.  Lying
there naked felt good and my balls needed a scratch.  I
scratched.  The closeness of my hand to my cock made that
randy rooster begin to take notice.  It deserved a few
strokes before Doc would make his rounds.  I pulled the skin
down from the glans it hid.  I'd washed myself pretty
thoroughly but I scraped my dick head just a bit to see if
I'd missed washing away any of the cheese.  Unfortunately,
I'd washed it all away.  Well, I could get by without a
snack.
     I stroked my cock, slowly, really enjoying the feel of
my hand.  But as I stroked, I began to think of Victor.  His
was the only other hand that had ever touched me this way.
And he was so hot!  I regretted us being interrupted that
night.  His hands were so soft on my cock.  As inexperienced
as he was, he took to jacking cock like a pro.  I could hear
him moaning as I stroked his cut cock.  His cock felt so
different from mine.  There wasn't all that extra skin to
help stimulate the nerves in the head of his cock.  My hand
was probably a poor substitute for what he'd lost.  But he'd
never know how much better it could have been.
     My nuts were beginning their climb to hug the base of
my trunk.  I was getting that feeling of impending release.
Oh, God, I missed Vic and I wanted so much to shoot my
spunk-preferably all over his hot hairless chest.  I was
getting so hot.  It won't be long now-I'm reaching that
point where I can't stop.
     The door opened; Doc Russell came into the ward.  I
jerked my hand away from my hard pole.   He obviously saw
what I was doing but went on as if walking in on a jacking
boy was an everyday occurrence.
     "Well, JJ, how are you doing today?"
     "I'm feeling great, Doc," I said hesitantly while
trying to hide my hard dick.  There wasn't anything
available to hide with, except my hand.  "I'm still a little
sore, but I can get around pretty good.  I took a shit and a
shower and am doing OK."
     "Glad to hear that.  Now let us get a good look at
you."
     Doc began to probe my abdomen.  I wasn't used to having
a man poke around on my body-for that matter; I'd never had
anyone poke around on me.  And Doc was a great looking man,
in spite of his age.  I'd guess he had to be at least in his
late thirties. Doc was thumping and pushing on my stomach
completely ignoring my dick that had rapidly lost its
rigidity.  His probing was more than my poor neglected dick
could stand. It stood right back to attention until its
weight forced it to lie hard and very visible across my mid-
section.  I tried to put my hands back over my exposed
crotch-I couldn't let Doc see me get hard again.  There's no
telling what he would think about me.  I could feel the
flush enter my face and upper chest which, naturally, Doc
noticed right away.  Doc gently moved my hands to my sides
out of the way of his examination.
     "Don't be embarrassed, JJ.  That happens all the time.
Just relax and let me finish my exam and you can take care
of that problem."
     "Thanks Doc.  I know its pretty natural for a boy to
get hard at the most inconvenient times, but this whole
experience has been too much for me.  I feel confused and
very much lost.  I haven't the smallest idea what is about
to happen to me, though you and Raphe have made me feel very
welcome and comfortable."
     I don't know how I could lie on that bunk talking to
this walking wet dream, cock hard and try to carry on a
conversation.  I guess I was getting to feel pretty natural
around this place.
     I began to feel that I might begin to cry.  These two
guys-Doc and Raphe-were so accepting and I hardly knew them,
while my own family-especially my own mother-had rejected me
so completely.  There was no way I could explain to myself
what had happened or what was happening to me!  A single
tear formed and ran down my cheek.  I quickly wiped it away.
I couldn't let Doc think I was such a baby.
     "That's what we are here to do, son.  Just remember
that after you're released from sick bay, I'll always be
available to talk to you.  Whatever problems you might have
because of the school or caused by how you ended up here, we
can usually help you out."
     Doc continued his exam and pronounced me well enough to
begin duty.  He left the ward.  My poor dick was still as
hard as it could be and I began to pump at it just for the
release.   Visions of Victor, Matthew, Raphe and Doc Russell
kept crossing over each other.  It wasn't long before I lost
my load-just as Raphe walked into the ward.  ('Can't a guy
have any privacy?')
     "Hey, man.  If you had waited I could have helped you
out there," he said laughing.  "I think you would have
enjoyed it a lot more."
     "Thanks, Raphe.  I'll remember that for next time."
     "OK.  Don't forget.  Raphe is always here for you.
Especially right now."
     Raphe stood beside my bunk, his eyes focused on the
pool of boy cum puddled on my stomach and my splooge-covered
hand resting across my chest.  He put out a hand and
tentatively ran two fingers through the mess on my stomach.
He brought his fingers to his nose, sniffed, put his fingers
into his mouth and sucked them clean.
     "MMMm, that's good.  Man, you produce good milk.  Tasty
stuff." Before I could move or make any kind of protest, he
leaned across me and with loud licking and sucking noises
cleaned the cum from my stomach.  Picking up my hand he
cleaned each of my cum coated fingers.
     I had eaten plenty of my own cum, but had never tasted
that of another boy.  Nor had anyone even tried to eat mine.
I was fascinated by what he did and just a little shocked.
But not nearly as shocked as I was when took my still hard
cock into his mouth and cleaned its head, running his tongue
around the end of my cock and forcing it under my cock
sleeve.  My cock went immediately back to full hard.  My
breath caught in my throat as the new experience of having a
mouth on my cock sent shock waves straight to my balls
totally bypassing my brain.  The closest to that feeling I'd
ever had was when Vic's spit slicked hand had jacked me just
a few days before.  As good as that feeling had been, I
decided I much preferred Raphe's mouth.  Raphe finished what
he was doing just as I was beginning to get into it.
     "There now.  Clean as a whistle", he said as he looked
me in the eyes and smiled his big toothy smile.   "Next time
I want to be in on the beginning of that exercise.  It
always tastes just a little better when it comes straight
from the source.  Just remember that it's not necessary to
clean out from under the skin quite so thoroughly.  I love
eating an uncut guy's cheese . . . Now get off your ass so I
can get you checked into this super hotel."
      I dressed quickly, feeling a little embarrassed about
what Raphe had just done to me.  But I was pretty sure it
wasn't anything he hadn't seen and done many times before.
Raphe took me to the administration office to finish the
paper work of enrolling in WMTI.  He then took me to the
Quartermaster for my uniform and showed me the quarters I
would be using.  I changed into my uniform, packed up my
civilian clothes and prepared them for storage.  I wouldn't
be needing them for awhile because the school would provide
all the clothes I would be allowed to wear-at least until I
was older.  Raphe explained that even when we were allowed
to go into town, which wouldn't be often until I was a
senior, I would wear the Institute uniform.
     "What's the point of putting these clothes into
storage, then?  They'll not fit me in four years."
     "Just in case you go home sooner, I guess," was his
response.
     All of the cadets were in class at that point, either
taking final exams or taking review classes.  Since I was
enrolled on a trial basis for the summer only, I wouldn't be
going to academic classes until the fall.  Raphe spent the
rest of the morning showing me around campus.
     Most of the buildings were single story structures in
adobe style, colored the same as the earth around them,
built around a common square.  Raphe first showed me the
barracks where I would be staying-the boys were separated
pretty much by age or grade, with each barracks housing two
grades.  The adobe style kept the buildings cool in the
summer and warm in the winter.  Inside the barracks there
were basically three areas.  To the side of the entry there
was a door to a single room where he told me our barracks
sergeant was billeted.  The area where the boys lived was
divided into small rooms separated from each other by walls
about four feet high.  Each room housed two boys.  There
were two beds, two footlockers and two wall lockers, no
other furniture. There would be some privacy but the boys
were not totally isolated.  At the rear was a shower and a
head used by all the boys. The barracks sergeant had a
private shower and head.
     I wondered how the boys had sex with each other-Raphe
had indicated that a lot of the boys had sex with him,
anyway.  I guessed where there is a will there is a way.
     The last building Raphe showed me was the chapel.  It
was the only building on the compound that appeared to have
more than one story, but when we went in, I realized that
the structure was completely open to the ceiling.  The walls
of the chapel were adobe, like all the buildings, very thick
at the bottom and tapering toward the ceiling formed by huge
beams.  It was cool and dark inside.  The windows of the
building were covered in stained glass, depicting men and
boys in military uniform.  Names under the windows indicated
who was in the picture and when they had been at the
institute.  A few had a bronze plaque with a date and place
of their death.  All of them had died in combat, many in
Korea, some during the ongoing conflict in Viet Nam.
     "You graduate from here or have taught here and then
get killed in combat, they put your picture in glass and
give you a plaque.  Personally I'd rather not have my
picture here," Raphe explained.  "All the flags represent
units in the Marine Corps or Navy our guys have served with.
Some chapel for a peaceful God, don't you think?"
     "Yeah, I guess.  When you graduate, you said you want
to go into the Navy-Isn't that what all these guys did?"
     "Of course, but I'm going to be a healer-Just like
Doc," Raphe answered.
     "Good afternoon, Cadets."  Only the windows provided
the lighting in the chapel and we had failed to notice a man
standing near the front.
     "Hello, Father," answered Raphe.  "I'm just showing our
latest recruit around the school . . . Father, this is J. J.
Robinson.  He arrived a couple of days ago and has been in
sick bay until today."
     The man came out of the shadows and walked toward us.
He was a big man, dressed in a black robe kind of thing with
a little white showing at the color.  I assumed he was a
Catholic priest.  Not that I would know.  I'd never been to
church until Barry had come on the scene and wouldn't know a
Catholic from a pagan.  I didn't figure this man would
become very important to me.
     "J. J., this Father Mike."
     "Glad to meet you, J. J.," the priest said while
extending a very well tanned hand toward me.  Only his hands
and face were exposed under his robes.  His grip was
strong-not the limp wristed kind of grip I had somehow
associated with preachers and the "Christian" kids I had
known at school.
     "Hello," I responded trying not snicker at his get-up.
     "I'm sure," continued the preacher, "that we'll get to
know each other very well over the next few years-you are
going to be a permanent cadet here, aren't you?  All the
cadets are required to attend services every week and to
make confession at least once a month.  So we'll become well
acquainted.  I'm always here to help you boys anyway I can.
Raphe can tell you all about that." He paused as if waiting
for some reaction from me.  I said nothing.  I didn't know
what to say.  Then he continued, "If you'll excuse me, I was
just on my way to see the Commander.  J. J., I hope you
enjoy your stay with us."
     With a rustle of his skirts, the priest continued down
the center aisle and out the door.
     "Come on man, this place gives me the willies and we
need to finish getting you settled in.  Besides it's almost
time for chow."
     Raphe finished giving me the tour and we returned to my
barracks.  Classes had obviously ended and the boys with
whom I'd be living had returned to get ready for chow.
Raphe introduced me to some of the boys and then left me
standing in my cubicle with another Black kid.  Raphe had
told me his name was Jasper and that he was a cool dude, but
he didn't seem too friendly toward me right off the bat.
     Jasper's face scowled as he looked at me, but I
extended my hand to try to break the icy barrier that seemed
to exist between us.  He took my hand, we shook; I smiled
and told him my name.
     "Welcome to Marine Institute," he said as he turned to
get his shit kit and towel.  He removed his khaki shirt,
leaving his trousers and a white tee shirt.  "You may want
to get washed up.  We go to chow in about ten minutes."
Jasper left me still standing in the center of the cubicle.
I found what I thought I'd need to wash for chow and
followed him to the head.
     Jasper was taller than I-close to six feet tall-very
thin and very black.  His hair was cut short and shaved on
the sides, just like Raphe's hair was, but Jasper's eyes
were much darker and his black skin contrasted more sharply
with the white tee shirt he was wearing.  It dawned on me
that Jasper looked just like the Masai people I had read
about at home in the National Geographic.  He was certainly
not unattractive, but not what I would have called handsome.
That permanent scowl on his face didn't make it any easier
to take to him right away.
     In the Mess Hall, I searched out Raphe, hoping to sit
with him.  At least I thought I'd have someone to talk to.
But he wasn't there.  I saw Jasper sitting with a couple of
the other boys I had seen in the barracks and headed toward
them.  Jasper told his table mates to move over to make room
for me.  I sat down and listened to their conversation.
They talked mostly about the review classes they had
attended that afternoon and made a number of wise cracks
about their instructors.  None of this did I understand.  So
I sat and ate without talking.  I didn't exactly feel
unwanted since they had made room for me, but I realized
that for a while, anyway I would be an outsider-not exactly
a situation I found to be unusual for me.
     Everyone returned to the barracks after chow.  Not
knowing where else to go, I went to the cubicle I would be
sharing with Jasper and sat down on my bunk.  I just sat
there for a few minutes listening to the sounds and quiet
conversations going on around me.  For a bunch of guys aged
thirteen to fifteen, I thought they were remarkably quiet.
Jasper walked in.
     "Are you going to be here just as a summer camper?" he
asked.
     "No, I'm expecting to be here for a long time.  I
really don't know," I answered hesitantly.  "My step dad
sent me here, but didn't tell me anything about what he was
doing."
     "So you're not a jail-bird or a summer cadet?"
     "No, I've never been to jail."
     "Good.  The last boy they put with me was a summer
cadet.  Before that, the boy was a thief.  I'm not sure
which I hate more.  We don't get many boys this late in the
spring who are going to be regular students here.  So I just
wondered."
     Jasper sat down on his bunk and we just kind of stared
at each other.  I guess he was sizing me up, trying to
decide whether I was someone he wanted to get to know or
someone he should ignore.
     "You ever been to a military school before?"
     "No.  This is all new to me.  I'm not sure what I'm
supposed to be doing."
     "Well for right now, you have a bit of free time.  We
can stay in the barracks, play basketball or soccer, or just
go outside and hang.  Some of the guys will have to go to
study hall.  I'm all ready for my exams tomorrow.  So I can
do whatever I want.  Since you're new, I guess you can too."
     I listened to him for any sign of interest in me or
whether he was just trying to be informative.  But I didn't
say anything.  What was there to say at this point?
     "So do you play basketball?" he asked.
     "I used to shoot hoops at the park near my house and I
played some at school-in P. E.  But I've never played on a
team."
     "Did you do any other sport?"
     "Not with a team, but I really enjoy swimming."
     "We have a pool and are supposed to learn to swim, but
they say I'm not built for that.  Too much bone mass for my
size.  I sink to the bottom in nothing flat," he said with a
chuckle.  His smile exposed his perfectly white, perfectly
shaped teeth.  When Jasper smiled, his face was actually
handsome.  "Come on, let's go shoot some hoops."
     We left our uniform shirts on our beds and headed out
to the basketball court, dressed in khaki trousers and tee
shirts.  As we left the barracks Jasper grabbed a ball from
a basket beside the door.  We walked without speaking.
     Jasper dribbled the ball as we walked and then shot a
pass at me.  I wasn't expecting that but caught the pass,
dribbled a few feet and then shot it back at him.  He began
to run slowly dribbling the ball as he went.  I matched his
pace and we passed the ball back and forth until we reached
the court.  He immediately quickened his pace into a drive
toward the far basket with me right at his heels.  He shot
at the basket.  I blocked his shot and just as quickly began
a drive to the opposite end.
     We played like that for maybe ten minutes, each of us
driving as hard as we could toward our selected goal only to
have the ball blocked as we shot for a basket.  Both of us
were breathing pretty hard.  The day was hot and dry and our
tee shirts were soaked with sweat.  Jasper signaled for a
time out and pulled off his tee shirt.  I followed his
example.
     "Our trousers are going to look like hell if we keep
playing like this.  And I don't want to mess with washing
and ironing tonight," he said as he unbuckled his belt and
removed his trousers.  He was down to his white institute
issued skivvies.  His lean torso and very long legs
accentuated by the white of his shorts.  "Unless you have
anther pair of trousers, you'd better get rid of yours too.
No one around here is going to pay any attention."  He
folded his khakis over a bench.  Grabbing the ball from my
hands he made another drive for a goal.  "SCORE!" he shouted
back at me.
     We played for maybe another half-hour before the sun
set with a sudden dive behind the horizon.  There was just a
faint glow of light.  Our score was three goals to three.
     "We'll finish this tomorrow," he announced.  "You're a
pretty good ball player-for a white guy, that is," he said
with a big smile.  Jasper picked up his trousers, handed me
the ball and threw his other arm across my shoulders.  "I
think you and me are going to get along just fine."
     As close as we were, I was able to pick up his body
scent.  It wasn't a bad odor, just the smell of sweat on an
otherwise clean body.  'Not at all what people always said a
Black boy would smell like,' I thought.  I was pretty
certain I didn't smell much different.  But his scent was
closing in on me, giving me a head rush, which soared to my
groin, causing an unwelcome thickening of my cock.  I
glanced down my body to see whether I was poking through the
fly of my skivvies and caught sight of the same reaction
through his skivvies.
     Both of our skivvies were soaked and had become almost
transparent.  I could see the outline of his body through
the light cotton material.  His cock twitched and grew a
little bigger, as did mine.
     "You like what you see, white boy?" he asked in a
friendly sort of way.
     "Hunh?" I said jerking my gaze back toward the
barracks.
     "It's OK, man.  I just asked if you liked what you were
staring at?"
     "I don't know.  I've never seen anything quite like
it."
     "You've never seen a Black man's dick before?"
     "Uh, no I guess I haven't."
     "Well you'll see a lot more of it.  We're bunk mates,
now."
     My cock twitched again and I felt more blood rushing
into it.  I tried to pull away from his arm over my
shoulders without being too obvious about it.  I was getting
to like Jasper and I certainly didn't want him to think I
wouldn't like him because of his color.  Jasper tightened
his hold on me.
     "Don't worry about that," he said nodding his head
toward my groin.  "I'm having the same feelings."
     I looked down at his cock just as it exposed itself
through his fly.
     "We can take care of each other later," he said with a
wink.

     Returning to the barracks, we immediately went to our
cubicle, hung up our trousers and shirts and Jasper stripped
off his skivvies.  He picked up a towel, threw it over one
shoulder and started toward the showers.   Stopping, he
called back at me, "Man you gotta wash the stink off your
white ass, if you expect to sleep in my house."
     "Right behind you," I replied, wrapping my towel around
my now naked body.
     There were three other boys in the showers when we
arrived.  Two of them were under the same showerhead and the
third right next to them.  One of the two boys who were
together was soaping his partner's back.  Jasper greeted
them all with his pearly white smile and introduced them to
me.
     "This is my new bunk mate, boys.  Keep your faggot
hands off him."
     They all laughed recognizing Jasper's statement as an
inside joke.  I felt myself blush as I moved under a
showerhead and turned on the water.  Jasper joined me under
the same head.  I started to say something-like "get your
own shower" or something equally stupid.  I really wasn't
embarrassed about Jasper's attentions but I didn't want the
other guys to get the wrong impression.  I certainly didn't
want to start out being accused of being a faggot.
     "Don't worry, JJ.  We all shower together.  You wash my
back and I'll wash yours.  OK?" he all but whispered.
     I nodded my assent and turned toward the spray, ducking
my head under the water to try to clear my head of the lust
I was beginning to feel, needing to jack off before anything
happened.
     It was then that Jasper began to run his bar of soap
over the back of my neck and across my shoulders.  OH, GOD,
that felt good.  Jasper soaped me up then began running his
hands through the soap to get a good lather going.  OH, GOD,
that felt even better.  My cock sprang to full attention.  I
tried to cover myself with my hands, wishing Jasper would
quit doing what he was doing and hoping to all the gods he
wouldn't.  He ran his hands down my back, stopping just at
the top of my ass crack.  Grabbing me around a shoulder he
pulled me out of the water and forced me to face him before
handing me the soap and turning his back toward me.
     I mimicked his actions, using the bar to spread soap on
his lean body and then using my free hand to create the
lather, stopping, as he had done just at the top of his
crack.  Though he was very thin, Jasper had excellent muscle
definition.  His back was broader than I had first thought
and tapered to a very narrow waist.  It felt so good to feel
his muscles under my soapy hands.  I wanted to soap further
down, why I didn't know.  I wanted to feel more of his body
but was not sure what would happen if I did feel his butt or
run my hand between his cheeks-but that's what I wanted to
do.
     Even though I wasn't as tall as Jasper, I probably
outweighed him by thirty pounds, but that didn't stop the
fear that he could probably do serious damage to me if we
were to get into a fight.  I knew he was quicker than I was
and judging from the general comments Raphe had made about
some of the boys in the institute, he probably knew a lot
more about fighting than I ever would.  So I just did to
Jasper exactly what he did to me.
     While we were washing each other, I hadn't noticed that
the other three boys had left the shower.  We were alone.
Jasper turned around facing me.  His cock was at least as
hard as was mine-only a couple of inches bigger.  Now I
never thought of myself as being small-except compared to
Matt back at school, of course-but Jasper's dick definitely
lived up to the myth about Black men.  We were both uncut
but that was the end of the similarities between our cocks.
Jasper's dick looked like it could replace a baby's lower
leg and never be out of place.  It was a monster.
     "Give me the soap," he ordered.
     I gave him the soap.
     "Now relax, man.  We're all friends here and anything
we want to do with each other, we can do.  Don't worry about
what the other boys will think of you because they are
probably doing or wishing they were doing the same thing you
want to do.  OK?  Just relax and go with the flow.  After
all this is the seventies.  The Age of Aquarius.  A time for
free love.  OK?"
     "OK, I guess."
     "Damned straight, boy.  We have to take care of each
other in here.  There's no one else gonna take care of you."
     As he talked Jasper was soaping my chest and armpits,
stroking my body gently, almost lovingly, causing shots of
electricity to run through my body.  My skin became so
sensitive, I thought it would just melt off my body.
     Jasper took hold of my stiff cock and pulled me into
his chest.  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me
closer so that my cock was trapped between his legs and his
was pushed against my stomach.
     "In here, we have to do what feels good at the time.
And what feels good to me right now is having you pressed
against my body.  Does it feel good to you, JJ?"
     "OH GOD, YES," I almost screamed.  "This feels fuckin'
good."
     Jasper lowered his head onto my neck and began to suck
and nibble his way down my shoulder.  He lifted my arms
above his head and wrapped them across the back of his neck.
Lowering himself still further, he began to lick my left
armpit, causing my cock to stiffen more than I'd ever seen
it before.  It began to leak pre-cum like Niagara, coating
the insides of his thighs.  He continued to lick down my
body to my left nipple and took it gently between his teeth.
He was more sucking than biting, but there was a little pain
in what he did.  There was a lot of good feeling and my cock
responded by producing more juice.  My juice was running
down his legs and then down mine sticking our lower limbs
together like white glue.
     I hardly moved and just let Jasper do what he wanted to
do as he moved to my right nipple and sucked and bit-harder
now producing a little pain, turning into the fullest of
pleasure.  He attacked my right armpit and sucked, licked
and pulled the hair he found between his tongue and lips.
     Without any warning or me touching myself, I felt my
cock jerk uncontrollably and let fly with a huge burst of
cum.  I started to scream my pleasure but Jasper covered my
mouth with his, forcing his tongue deep inside of me.  He
kept playing with my tits and an armpit, forcing more shots
of cum to shoot out of me.  I slumped into his arms, knees
so weak they couldn't support my body.
     "OH GOD, Jasper.  I'm so sorry.  But you had me so hot
and were doing things I've never even dreamed of . . ."
     "Don't you worry your pretty white ass about that.  You
just have a hair trigger and were ready to unload.  I'll get
mine, don't you worry.  Let's get finished and get out of
here.  I want you in my little house."