Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2011 03:56:08 -0500
From: Ike Xenophon <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: Jimbo & JJ - Chapter 4

Tales of Jimbo And JJ
Chapter Four
A Night of Surprises
by Ike Rose


JJ and I had a great time enjoying mansex with our "neighbors", the Texas
Twins, Cal and Al. Cal loves hairy guys like me, while Al worships
muscle-men like my... well, I was still learning to think of my roommate,
the first man I'd ever had sex with and the first guy I ever called my best
friend as "my boyfriend". And enjoying it a lot: I'd fallen head-over-heels
in love in one night of passion with the only person who I've ever felt
comfortable with; who ever made me feel like a man instead of a boy just by
being with me.

John and I had earlier come to some agreements about sex with other guys
when it was obvious that Al and Cal lusted for our bodies, having met them
when they opened the door to our mutual bathroom while I was fucking a load
out of John's balls. We'd agreed on our desire to try out other men, but
our unwillingness to let any other man use the ass of the men we loved. I
was to learn that would be the ONLY limit my sexually adventurous boyfriend
would allow. I had to admit that he was the Boss of our relationship, being
the more outgoing and aggressive.

We'd also made friends with two juniors, Tony and Brad, slightly taller
than us at 5'9", but really well-built. Both of them were on the wrestling
team, and they'd spent the summer working construction, because their
families had discovered they were boyfriends, and neither was welcome at
home any longer. They were roommates who'd become boyfriends, like JJ and
me.

To the average American male, 5'9" may not sound tall, but the four of us
are... well, to be frank, shrimps. All four of us were born premature; both
John and I were from inbred small communities. The average height of males
in my hometown of Joy, Kansas happens to be 5'9", although my big brother
takes after our mother's Scandinavian family. He's 6'3" and to a 5' Korean
woman. I'm 5'5" and John, a native of Joy Mississippi, is 5'3". We'd howled
with laughter to learn that the Jewish twins, who are an entire inch taller
than me, were from an even smaller speck on the map called Joy Well, Texas!

We'd met Brad and Tony as we arrived back at our dorms at New York
University from a trip uptown to the bus-terminal to pick up trunks
belonging to John and the twins. They'd realized during that trip that
until I'd driven from Kansas to New York alone in that fall of 1968, I'd
never seen myself as small, because the entire county of Kansas where I was
born comes from the same basic gene pool.  It was guys like my giant
brother who'd been teased as freaks. Carefully.

I'd had a new experience driving cross-country; big men smirking and
laughing at me and my smaller dick. I'd become sensitive to this, and had
become steamed at some big brutes who laughed at four small men carrying
two large trunks. The other three were more accustomed to behavior like
this. We'd all had to go to school in another town, but their schools had a
greater diversity than my school had. They didn't LIKE that kind of
behavior, but it wasn't new to them, so they'd learned to ignore it.

After our sex with the twins, John and I went had a man-sized lunch with
them in a diner. I had been surprised when our new pals Brad and Tony, the
boyfriends from our dorm who were both on the Wrestling Team, had commented
that we looked like we'd make good lightweight wrestlers, and they three of
them had agreed while I scoffed at the idea of a man my size being a
"jock". The twins had decent records as high school wrestlers, and John had
made the team, but was unable to be on it, since he needed to get on the
school bus at the end of classes to return to his isolated village.

We talked about their sports experiences during lunch. I realized that it
wasn't just those big men making fun of me that had made me feel inferior;
I had somehow or other gotten the idea that I wasn't "good enough" to try
out for sports. I idolized my giant older brother, but I literally grew up
in the shadow of the big Marine, hitting high school knowing I'd be the
first male in my family in five generations who couldn't join the Marines
because I was too short. I'd left Joy already with a deep sense of
inferiority that was just activated by the sneers of the big men I'd met on
the road.

The twins had been trying to convince me to learn some wresting moves from
them so I could try out with them and JJ for the team, reminding me that
wrestlers fought against men their own size.

Cal smirked at me. "James, there are two more reasons you should learn to
wrestle. First of all, it's the sexiest sport of guys like us. Rubbing up
against another man, muscles straining, smelling his sweat, even a guy who
would never dream of fooling around with another man pops a boner. And
wrestling singlets make them obvious."

John laughed. "The first time I practiced with our team, to give the two
lightweights on our team someone new to fight, the Coach gave a biology
lecture. He explained that primitive men fought each other for the right to
exclusively mate with the females, like apes do. So fighting and our sex
drive is linked biologically and automatically. All fighters occasionally
get hard; some orgasm during a good fight, or when they realize they'd
won."

I laughed. "OK, so I'd get to rub erections with some strange guy, and
maybe get him to shoot his load in his jockstrap. Not bad. What`s the other
reason, Cal?"

The twins leered at each other, then shrugged. Al whispered across the
table: "It's the hottest foreplay for queer - I mean mansex that there is."
I had objected to our using put-down words like queer and fag. The best I'd
come up with in one day was "mansex". The others indulged me, since they
agreed with me.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Remember, the two of us really don't know
diddlysquat about mansex. You two already doubled our knowledge in one
session. We discovered anal sex from that porn magazine my brother and dad
gave me in that pile." I turned to John. "We have to look closer at those
magazines. Tony and Brad found three to borrow. I`m beginning to wonder
about that gift."

Cal laughed. "Just wresting together can be a turn on. But we two.. well,
we experimented, since we're about equal as wrestlers. Greased up our
asses, then wrestled tough until one of us had a dick in the ass. Man,
those would be the hottest fucks. We both had boyfriends for awhile last
year, guys just a little older than us. We taught them the 'game', and they
loved it, although they were bigger than us, so we both would end up dicked
most of the time."

Al smirked. "Which neither of us complained about. I guess you've figured
out by now that both of us love getting fucked. We like fucking, and oral
sex is really great, but we're both mostly turned on by taking it up the
ass." I looked nervously around; no one was sitting within two tables of us
in the mostly empty diner. "Although as better wrestler, we both beat our
boyfriends at times. That was pretty hot, too, being on top for a change."
Cal agreed.

John was excited. "Oh, fuck Jimbo, now you HAVE to learn to wrestle. I want
to be able to do that with you." He blushed when he realized he'd slipped
and used my hated nickname, which I allowed him to use as a sex-name.

I shot him a dirty look as the twins echoed "Jimbo?"

Annoyed, I answered: "My full name is James Robert McArthur - technically
there's a roman numeral two after that on my birth certificate and draft
card. I was named after my mother's brother who died in World War Two, and
HIS nickname was Jimbo - so I was stuck with it all my life. This asshole
who I fell in love with knows I despise it, but uses it when
we're.. intimate."

JJ muttered: "I'm sorry, baby, they got me so hot, I slipped." Under the
table, I squeezed his hand. I couldn't stay mad at him.

I looked sternly at the twins, who both had odd full first names. "So if
you two don't want the entire dorm knowing your REAL names, you better
forget about 'Jimbo'!"

Al smirked. "Big deal. I told you; as an actor, I'd probably use it for my
stage name."

I shook my head. "Alarbus is too weird a first name, but I'll bet that like
most Jewish performers, you'll try to mask your origins. So you'll use
Alarbus as your LAST name, and something masculine and WASP, like Chad or
Brad. Or go really exotic and steal Caliban from Cal. Yeah - `And Starring
Caliban Alarbus' would look great in lights." We all laughed. "And give
anyone into Shakespeare a good giggle."

Cal smirked. "Can we call you Jimbo during sex?"

"No, only one man has that right. Although he'll be bruised tomorrow
morning for letting it slip." I grinned at John fondly. He was quite a bit
more muscular than me then, and the idea of me beating him up seemed silly,
although as a farm-boy, I was very strong, just wiry instead of massively
muscular like him.

We paid our bill and walked back to the dorm, splitting to unpack. I'd left
the bathroom door open after I'd used the toilet. John and I were putting
his stuff away when the sounds of sex came from the other room. We grinned.

"Damn, those two are horny." I joked.

"And obviously taking turns." Although identical twins, Al had taken voice
lessons as part of his plans of becoming an actor, and ended up with a
deeper voice than Cal. We were already able to tell the difference. John
shouted out: "Give him an extra one for me, Cal!" which caused them to
laugh - then shut their door.

We'd seen how the twins had pushed their beds together to make one big bed,
tying the legs together. We decided to do the same thing, placing the
headboards along a short wall. With the end tables, it just fit perfectly
in that space beyond the door into our room. We had a corner room with two
outer walls, and there was a fire-emergency staircase next to our room,
with sealed doors that set off alarms, so we'd have plenty of privacy in
bed. We decided that only people we were willing to let know about our
sexual relationship would be invited to our room. There were enough lounges
in the building for other socializing.

As we were pushing our furniture around the room to give us a better
arrangement with the new bed, we heard the twins using the shower
together. We grinned at each other, remembering our sexual adventures in
there, and the almost embarrassing discovery of me fucking JJ against the
sink by the twins. They came in naked, drying themselves.

"Hey, the room looks great this way. We just came in to remind you that
we're supposed to be meeting the big guys in about 40 minutes." I started
giggling. Al asked, "What's so funny?"

"Me. My stupidity. I just realized how size is relative. To the four of us,
they're `big guys'. My 6'3" ex-Marine big brother would see them as
shrimps, although I have a feeling if he sneered at them, either of them is
tough enough to take him down and hurt him. At least the first time. I
guess you all are right. I should try to learn to wrestle just to boost my
confidence as a man. So you two, with Tony and Brad, can teach me. JJ would
be too much of a distraction until I'm ready for the more... fun aspects of
the sport." I leered at my boyfriend, who looked disappointed. "If I can
wrestle John as an equal, or close to it, before there are team tryouts,
I'll tryout." I began to get undressed to shower.

Cal smirked. `What, you expect your first lesson know?" I gave him a
friendly finger, throwing a pillow at him. They left laughing as John began
to undress.

It was my turn to get fucked in the shower, declaring that if the twins
came to use the toilet, they could watch the show. I'd put my greasy
jerk-off hand-cream on JJ's cock before we left the room, so when he rammed
into me, making me howl in delight, it wouldn't wash off like the soap had.

Being more used to it, and more comfortable being in love with my man, I
really enjoyed holding onto the edges of the stall as he fucked me hard. I
was loving it, shifting my position a few times until his cock was mashing
that magic spot in my ass. He laughed when I began to groan VERY loudly
from that. "Found that magic spot I told you about, huh?" I just nodded,
since speech had become impossible.

Sure enough, Cal needed to shit just about then. He came in smoking a
cigarette, and sat down opposite us, enjoying the show.

I smiled at him, wriggling my ass back, trying to get every bit of my JJ
inside of me. I moaned. There are advantages to a very strong man fucking
you; he can really pound into your butt, and having gotten the angle right,
it felt like his dick head was pounding my assnut to jelly. I began to howl
again. I was hooked on my man fucking me, and he'd be doing it more often
that I'd originally thought. A LOT more often.

JJ reach around and pulled on my nipples, sending shock waves to my balls.
Waves of pleasure went through my body. I felt like I was being jerked-off
from inside my balls. I have to admit that Cal sitting there, smoking a
cigarette and casually watching, got me hotter. Al had walked in somewhere
along the way, attracted by my loud moans, and he stood watching, playing
"pocket pool". Having the two watch my muscle-stud pounding my ass made me
feel like I was on fire; waves of lust consumed me as John fucked me and
worked my now very sensitive nipples harder.

I felt a new sensation in my guts. My ass muscles were clamping down on
that beautiful dick in my ass, and I began to whimper. My balls felt like
they were filled with burning lava. I realized I was about to cum, and
couldn't say anything. The pleasure of my man hammering my ass was
overwhelming.

Cal continued to sit there, just playing with his nipples, but when it
became obvious from my moans and the way my cock was jerking around that I
was about to blow my load, he scrambled over to take me in his mouth and
drink my cum as JJ filled up my ass. Al insisted on licking John's load
from my hole while my boyfriend and I kissed, sated. It was fabulous. I
loved the feel of his mustache on my ass, and couldn't wait to feel the
difference that Cal's fuller, longer mustache made eating my ass. I learned
what an ass-eating should feel like, and knew that John would get a better
job from me the next time. Which would be later that night, just before I
returned this great fuck.

The twins, already dressed for the evening, followed us into our room. I
looked at Cal. "Where'd you get that hemp to smoke?"

"Y'all smoke loco-weed?" Al asked.

"Well, we call it hemp, since it used to be a cash crop. Then horse-power
was replaced by gasoline, and rope wasn't as valuable. But it grows wild
all over the prairie. Even some adult still smoke it, but all the teenagers
do. Cheaper than booze. All you have to do is find a private place to dry
it out. I used our attic."

John grinned. "We call it wacky-weed, and it grows wild in the meadows. It
was also grown for rope in our area. Some of the old folks still make rope
and cloth from it. I have a big bag of it in my trunk, since I'd heard it
was hard to get in cities and illegal. Well, it ain't legal back home, but
the sheriff smokes it too, so nobody ever gets in trouble if they just
gather it for themselves. He'd arrest anyone picking large amounts to
sell."

Cal laughed. "We bought along a nice sized supply for the same reason, and
one of our cousins is willing to send us some a few times a year with some
smelly stuff like salami, to hide the smell. Grows wild outside our town
for the same reasons."

I grinned as I opened my underwear draw and pulled three large plastic bags
out. "I knew it was illegal in cities, so I bought a supply, and arranged
for a `care package' from my older cousin. Also wrapped inside something
smelly."

We all laughed as Cal rolled another cigarette, and we dressed, sharing
it. I wore some tight jeans with cowboy boots, and a western shirt left
unbuttoned to show off my hairy chest, while the JJ wore the same basic
outfit with his trademark skin-tight t-shirt.

We called the others, then sat sharing the next cigarette. I looked at my
man. "Remind me to get you some new shirts." I giggled.

"Why?"

 "I don't want every man and woman on campus drooling over MY man's hot
body. And I'm sure that those tight t-shirts of yours will distract a few
professors."

He laughed. "My green-eyed redhead. I sure do hope my muscles get me a few
A's from horny teachers. But my ass belongs to one man, buddy, and you
damned well know that."

Cal opened the door for our older friends. Brad looked surprised. "Where
did you guys find dope so quick. You just got here."

Tony laughed. "They brought it with them from home, like I used to,
asshole. I swear, these city boys think they invented marijuana. Give me a
toke on that joint."

We learned some big city terms. Brad was from New York, but it turned out
that Tony was a brother Kansan. "Where're you from, Tony?"

"Ever hear of Freedom, Kansas? Population 9,000, give or take a few dozen?"

"Believe it or not, yes. My father's cousin lives there. I visited once
when I was a kid. It seemed like a big town to me. My hometown of Joy is
less than half as big."

"Wait. McArthur? Is Reverend McArthur you cousin? From the Unitarian
Church?"

I grinned. "Out of curiosity, do you have more than one Rev. McArthur in
town?" We laughed as he shook his head. "Yes, that's my dad's cousin
Tim. Do you know him?"

He was silent for a second. "He and his wife gave me shelter last Christmas
when my parents kicked me out of the house after they read a letter Brad
sent me. A pretty explicit love letter."

"You folks kicked you out and your MINISTER took you in?" he nodded, some
tears in his eyes. I squeezed his hand. "How strange. I wonder why he'd do
that?"

"You don't know?" He looked startled.

"Reverend Tim and dad were never that close. We went to Freedom with my
grandparents when his eldest son got married, but other than that, it's
been basically Christmas cards. I remembered it mainly because I wrote a
paper about the town of Freedom and Bleeding Kansas afterwards. Joy was
also an abolitionist colony from then."

Brad asked: "Bleeding Kansas?"

Surprisingly, John answered. "Before Kansas was admitted to the Union,
there was a debate over making it a Slave state or Free state. Both sides
sent in colonist to stuff the ballots eventually, but it turned very
violent."

Brad asked: "What eventually happened?" The twins looked interested.

"Kansas was admitted as a free state a few months before the Civil War
started."

I laughed: "How does a country red-neck from Mississippi know...?

"Hey, not all of us are red-necks just because we`re poor!"

I kissed him. "I'm sorry, baby. That's a stereotype, just like you looking
for horns on the twins' heads, but how DID you know that? Most people
outside of Kansas never heard of it. Even in Kansas, many people won`t talk
about what side their ancestors were on."

"My family's not originally from Mississippi, but Georgia. They were also
abolitionists before the War, involved in the Underground Railroad, and
involved heavily in Reconstruction. When that collapsed, their lives were
in danger, as were those of some black families, so they fled to
Mississippi and founded Joy. They pretended to be slave owners trying to
hold on to their slaves, and picked an isolated enough spot to be left
alone for over 75 years. Our neighboring black village is called
Jubilation."

I looked at Tony. "What should I know about Reverend Tim?"

"I'll tell you over dinner. But now I feel like we`re kin. Hell, since we
both come from anti-slavery Kansas families, we may very well be." He
hugged me.

All pleasantly stoned, the wrestlers told us they were taking us to a small
restaurant run by friends, and then a bar where men like us went to
socialize and sometimes make connections.

John interrupted them. "James decided to let y'all and the twins teach him
to wrestle. If he gets good enough to be competition for me, he'll try out
for the team. I bet he makes it." He beamed at me, his anger gone.

Chattering, we all left. As we left the building, a tall, fat young man
sneered "Faggots!" at Brad and Tony.

Although they seemed inclined to ignore it, my boyfriend strutted up to the
asshole, and poked his belly. "Hey, scumbag, did you say something? Let me
remind you that I'm down here close to your baby-makers. This farm-boy can
geld you before you can even touch me.

The big idiot stared at my muscular man in his tight shirt. Small as he
was, those shirts made him look very powerful. His fist was cocked back
near this asshole's balls. "I wasn't talking to you, buddy. Anyone can see
you're all man. I was talking to those two fruitcakes."

It happened so fast, none of us really saw it. The next second, the tall
guy was on the ground, holding his guts, and JJ was sitting on his chest, a
fist in his face. "You were talking to all six of us, buddy-boy. And we're
all more men that you'll ever be. A 5'3" freshman FAGGOT took you down with
one punch, and if y'all don't want to find your fucking face bloody and in
the hospital, I suggest that y'all apologize. NOW!" He emphasized it with a
punch to his head.

He groaned "Hey, I'm sorry. Get this little monster off of me."

"And I better never see or hear from you again, scumbag. Or every man on
campus will know that a queer freshman midget beat the crap out of you."
John got up and made as if he were about to kick the big man in the
face. He scrambled up and ran off.

John turned to us. "I'm sorry. Weed makes me aggressive. I decided that
Jimmy's right; there are enough enemies out there, so we shouldn't use
those words about ourselves. But we should also fight back against idiots
like that, and let them know they lost to a man they thought inferior."

We all had our mouths open in surprise. I just whispered, "Damn, JJ, you
just got me really horny. I'm so proud of you, but baby, we can't fight the
world."

Brad said "That guy will never talk, since he's a blowhard anyway. But
James is right; you can get hurt, big-guy."

"'Big guy'? Are you making fun of me?"

"Hell, no. Not after THAT! I was trying to let you know I admired your
guts. I better introduce you to some people I know who are into political
liberation for homosexuals. They'll help you focus that fury for good. And
you sure the hell better be trying out for the team. You're a bulldog, and
can probably wrestle a man bigger than you. Hell, I want to try you out
myself." Tony agreed, and JJ blushed proudly as we walked off.

The restaurant was small, and served beer with the simple food. The owners
were a male couple. They welcomed their new friends warmly, and the twins
flirted with them.

"Do you two flirt with every man you meet?" I asked, grinning.

"Just the hot ones. Sure, it's got us both a few punches in the nose, but
quite a few surprising sexual offers. Including, by the way, that
oil-worker I had a crush on when I was 13. I had sex with him regularly all
summer. It was heavenly, finally having sex with the cigar-smoking hairy
stud who first made me jerk-off about guys. Turns out he has a tight ass as
well as a big cock. Al joined us a few times."

Laughing, I turned to Tony. "Now, what's this about Reverend Tim?"

"You have a homosexual cousin living here in New York. I'll make sure you
meet." I must have stared at him stupidly. "Reverend McArthur's youngest
son, David?" I was still lost. He remembered I was relative strangers to my
relatives. "The Reverend did the same thing to Dave that my folks did to me
ten years ago, so he came to New York. But when the Reverend was in a car
accident five years ago, Dave was there within 48 hours. When his dad was
OK, he said `I just came here to make sure my father, who I love, would
live. Now I'll leave.' The Reverend dragged him down and hugged him, and
begged his son to forgive him. I`ve had some talks with your cousin Tim
over the years, since what happened is general knowledge."

"I have a.. a cousin like us here.. in New York? Holy shit." Tony nodded,
ginning.

Cal stood up and called out "Red! Red Samuels!" A handsome muscle man with
flaming red hair and a beard to match turned, startled. He stared at the
twin, surprised, then tugged on the sleeve of the man sitting next to
him. There was no missing that he was related to the twins, about ten years
older than us.

He rushed over as Al sobbed "Abe!" and ran to hug him. Red joined the
reunion. Red turned to Brad and said, with evident affection, "How do you
two know these little jerk-offs?"

Two chairs were bought to our table, and general introductions were
made. Red was the political friend Brad had mentioned. Tony told a vivid
account of John's attacking the head of the Young Republicans on Campus. I
groaned. "You HAD to attack someone who was the head of a conservative
group. My man, the human tank." I squeezed his hand, grinning

Abe looked up. "That closet case? I happen to know he loves taking it up
the ass down at the piers from the roughest men he can find, preferable
minority men. Red and I go to watch the action and get hot, then put on our
own show, and I've seen him there dozens of time, and one stud is never
enough. I've seen him with one on each end, and lines to use him. He didn't
even look after awhile to see who was using him. He`s a real slut."

Al asked. "And did you two guys join the line?"

Abe was silent, but Red blushed as only we redheads can, and we
laughed. "Yes, " Abe confessed. "We took turns on his ass, then came over
to stand where he could see us, dicks still hanging out. He was so
embarrassed. then we laughed at him. We want back for seconds, calling him
names. He shot a load then, just from the verbal abuse."

Cal exclaimed "That explains it. I thought he'd pissed his pants, but there
wasn't enough. The idiot shot a load while John was beating the crap out of
him. THAT'S why he had that big wet spot. He got off on this hot little
stud whipping his ass in public."

We never got to a bar that night. The owners, learning of the family
reunion, brought us a couple of pitchers of beer on the house. We had a
grand time, and Red taught us the new word for queers that his political
group was adopting, and was getting used by political homosexuals around
the country: Gay. He said it stood for "Good As You".

Red and JJ got along very well. I found that I wasn't jealous.  I could
tell that John had a case of hero worship for the older redheaded
muscle-man, and Red had been impressed by John's enthusiastic attack of
that bigot less than two days after discovering his true sexual nature and
a man to love. I could see that Red and Abe had the sort of relationship I
hoped that we were building; mature, solid and trusting. Red and John might
fool around, but probably with Abe and me, and certainly not behind our
backs. It would be simple experimentation for John, with Red as a willing
teacher. I thought with amusement that JJ must have a thing for redheads;
he loved my red fur, and was almost drooling over Red, but mostly over his
mind. I had to admit that since I was so turned on by my little
muscle-stud, Red's muscular body, combined with his red fur, had me
interested, too.

+ + + + +


We walked back to campus, and all said goodnight. As soon as we got in the
room, I locked the door to the bathroom. John looked at me. "I want you to
myself, my Gay hero." I growled. "You got me so horny beating up that big
closet case, and I was still horny from that fantastic fuck you threw me in
the shower. You got it just right, sweetheart. Man, did you get an itch
going in there. But I also wanted to try some of the tricks with my tongue
that Al did in my ass on yours, and get you so hot you beg me to fuck you."

"Hell, I'm ready to beg to you now, Squirt," he grinned, lighting a cigar
as he opened his belt, then sat to try to kick his boots off. I knelt and
pulled them off as I pulled the zipper down on his jeans, knowing he wasn't
wearing underwear. I licked under his foreskin to get out the rich deposit
of precum that had gathered there. The stogie told me that he was taking
charge right now, and I loved the idea. I pulled his pants off, and when I
turned back from draping them on a chair, his shirt was gone. I stood
looking at my man; naked muscles, smoking a cigar, hard and drooling
precum, ready for me. Man, did he make me hot and horny!

"Get naked." he barked. My ass twitched at the authority in his voice. Yes,
I'd been joking when I called him the Boss, but there was something about
my Gay Bantam that made me feel... well, I now know the word is submissive,
but that night, it was a new feeling or me. I felt manly, but wanting to
service my man and make him shoot gallons any way he wanted. If barking
orders at me made my man hotter... I realized that night that it made me
hotter too.

 I slowly stripped of my shirt, teasing him. He gave an appreciative
wolf-whistle that made me grin. He helped me with my boots, then I wiggled
out of my jeans, my bare ass a foot from his face. A wet finger slipped in
me, and I sighed. My man was taking possession of me, and I was happy.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that, Horndog?" I asked as I knelt between
his legs on the floor to start licking his balls. The position made me feel
like I was his servant, and made me hornier than I`d ever felt before.

He groaned. "I'm the family shrimp, and I have big brothers. I had to learn
to take them down quickly in fights or get my ass whipped by them. If I
moved fast, and surprised them, I'm stronger than all but the oldest
two. And I've whipped both of them on surprise alone, and getting their arm
behind their back in a wrestling hold. An illegal one."

He lifted his legs as I licked down to his ass. He shut up, puffing the
cigar and moaning. When his hand went to his drooling cock, I slapped
it. He chuckled. "OK, I'll leave the load for you, Hot-stuff. You`ve become
such a cum-hound in such a short time!" I slapped his ass, but chuckled
back. We both had! Now I began to try some of the tricks Al had
demonstrated on my ass earlier. John began to whimper, then wail. I guess
I'd learned a lot in a short ass-eating session!

John began punching the bed with his fist in frustration that I wouldn't
let him jerk off, and I realized that I might call him Boss, but I was in
control of my muscle stud once he was hard and horny. I grinned to myself
as JJ moaned "Oh, fuck, finally! YES!", when I wiggled a wet finger into
his ass.

I used one finger for a minute, and then JJ handed me my hand
cream. "More. Please, more!" he panted, puffing the cigar to get me
excited. Getting three fingers greasy, I worked them in, and swallowed his
cock to give him a surprise.

My man began to babble. He might have made sense in Mississippi, but I'd
never heard noises like that in Kansas or New York. It was my turn to
chuckle, and the vibration of that on his dickhead in my throat made my man
howl with pleasure. I felt powerful, but at the same time, I still felt
like John was the Boss and I was serving him. It was confusing, but hot.

I found that magic spot in his ass, and his dick jumped in my mouth,
spurting precum in a sweet flood which I enjoyed more than I had dinner. He
was bucking up into my throat, his balls hitting my chin, and now he was
cursing in such a thick accent, it was still almost unintelligible. I was
having a great time, and I had no doubt that my love was having one, too.

"Jimbo, fuck me. PLEASE!" Now, how could a man resist an invitation like
that, from the only man he let call him that name? In fact, for the first
time, my dick jumped when I heard him say it. Jimbo had become, in HIS
voice alone, a beautiful sound. A fucking sexy word.

I kissed my way up his body, stopping to treat him to some of the delights
Cal had taught me earlier with his nipples. I love listening to the
powerful little muscle-stud whimper like a baby as I teased him. His legs
were raised, waiting for me to enter him. As I kissed him, his legs moved
to my shoulders, and I slowly entered his tight ass. We both moaned in
ecstasy, shuddering with delight as our balls met.

My lips still glued to his, I began to pump into my man's beautiful
tail. Three days earlier, I would have been shocked had someone told me I'd
have thought of that sentence, and now, it excited me. I had a man. We
loved each other. He had the cutest butt in the world, and it was all mine
to fuck. And I loved kissing this man I loved. My world was turned upside
down, and I was in heaven as I slowly fucked the tightest, hottest most
exciting hole in the world.

I learned a secret than that I've never shared with John. It's the secret
that makes our sex-life so successful all these years later, allowing me to
keep my man's ass VERY happy. Thinking about us and our love instead of
just wallowing in the pleasure my prick was experiencing slows down my
physical reactions to our lovemaking. I was plowing him longer than I had
before, and had found the position where each thrust in hit that little nut
in his ass which made him go nuts. I watched him as his eyes closed and he
began to make noises that went from gurgling to cooing to whimpering to
express his pleasure while his dick jumped each time mine hit that sweet
spot. He was drooling so much precum that it was forming a pool on his
smooth washboard belly, filling his bellybutton.

Thinking about us might slow me down, but I was still fucking that tight,
hot hole, attached to the man I loved. Eventually, I felt my balls tighten
up, as they began to boil. "JJ, I love you, and I'm.. I.. gonna.." I lost
all control and rammed deep into him with a howl like a coyote baying at
the moon as my balls emptied into his guts. I bent over and kissed him,
getting some of that precum on my furry belly.

I collapsed, and grinned at John, who was still hard. He picked up the
cigar from the ashtray and relit it, grinning back. "That was... wow! It
just keeps getting better with you, Hot Stuff. For awhile there, I thought
y'all'd be balling me `till dawn. Not that I'd be objecting, but my legs
were getting cramped and my back began to feel like a jackknife." He kissed
me.

"Hey, Horndog, next time your legs gets tired, let me know, and I'll fuck
that pretty ass of yours doggy style." He looked puzzled. "From the rear,
like dogs fuck. You lived on a farm, you HAVE to have seen dogs fucking."

"Yeah, it always did get me riled up. One of my brothers once caught me
behind the barn jerking off while I watched our bull fuck a cow. Man, my
brother's teased me on that one for a year. Called me `cow-fucker`. At
least he was nice enough to let me pop my nut before he began to make fun
of me."

"I don't think I like your brothers." I huffed as I leaned over to lick
that pool of precum form his belly.

"I got back at them as often as they got me, baby. You just have one
brother, who's so much older than you that you worshiped him. We're all
close in age; daddy kept momma knocked up pretty much all the time for 15
years, although she last a few babies, and I`ve got sisters, too. I think
it's different when there are a lot of brothers; teasing is a way of life,
and so is fighting. But I also knew that any one of them would give his
left ball for me. Just like I'd do for those idiots. I love them `cause
their my brothers. But I love you, Squirt, because you're my Jimbo, and the
most special man in the entire world."

I had tears in my eyes from his little speech. I ran a hand over his smooth
cheek. "And I adore you, because you're my hot, muscled wild-man who
attacks bigots. But mostly because you're mine, and so loveable. You're the
best thing that ever happened to me, John."

We kissed some more as I slowly greased up his pole. Having joke about
doggy style, I got on all fours, wiggling my ass in his face. He showed me
that he'd learn some of what I'd learned from Al; he still wasn't as good,
and Al's mustache in his bunghole can drive a man wild, but JJ had
something special: he was MY Horndog, getting ready to mount me, to take me
like I'd felt earlier when he'd stuck a finger in my ass.

I put both pillows under my chest, and lay down, my ass in the air, and
began to moan. I started my Korean curses, which JJ found hot, not even
knowing what they were. It would be a week before he got around to asking
me what I was saying.

"Horndog, fuck me. Please?" He grabbed my hips and pushed his dick into my
hole. At this angle, my ass was closed tighter, and I gasped in a
combination of delight and a small pain as he rammed in balls deep, taking
me. He bit my neck, like a hound biting his bitch, and I sighed, completed.

I rammed my ass back to meet his thrusts. We were grunting like animals
mating. I'd already fucked him in a similar fashion in the bathroom, but
his legs had been spread wider, and I'd already cum in his ass. He'd fucked
me from the rear in the shower, but I'd been basically standing up with my
tail bent.

This was different, and we knew it. It wasn't JUST the position: he was
taking command, and at the some time, I was controlling him. I experimented
when he was in me all the way and tightened all of my muscles. JJ shouted
"Holy fucking shit! What the hell are you doing? And don't stop, it feels
so hot, Jimbo! Man, what a tight, hot hole!"

He began to screw me harder as I kept tightening and loosening my ass
muscles, driving him crazy with the changes. He hit my assnut with each
ramming thrust, and I was hard again after a half dozen hard lunges into my
body and soul. I had done something similar to him in the bathroom; this
was my first experience at getting fucked in such a way that I knew I'd
shoot a load just from his prong prodding my assnut.  The load I'd shot in
the shower had, in part, been generated by the twins watching us, and JJ
twisting my nips constantly. This was purely his cock smashing my assnut.

I was gasping from the stimulation. I began to encourage him; "Yeah,
Horndog, do it! Take me and make me your man. Use me! I fucking love it,
your hot muscle-stud! FUCK ME!!!"

My words got JJ even hotter. With a load groan, he sunk into me, biting the
back of my shoulder as he dumped a load of wet fire in me. My ass was begin
to spasm as I was about to shoot. John pulled out of me, pushed me over,
and clamped his lips around my prick to drink my load.

My back to him as we lay on the bed, I eased my ass back onto John's still
hard dick and he shuddered. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and
licked my ears, kissing my neck.  He pulled the arm under me out, clutching
me to his sweating, heaving chest with his other arm, and I pulled a cover
over us.

We slept, but an hour later I woke up, as he rolled over and pulled away
from me. The moon shone into our window and the room was pretty bright, and
I smiled as I looked at the sleeping form of the man I adored.

+ + + + +

I lay awake in our "new" big bed in the moonlight, watching the man I'd
fallen in love with sleep, both of us contented and drained by our
lovemaking. It had been making love, not having sex. I'd felt the
difference between my still inexpert fumblings with JJ, which was based on
mutual respect and love, and the more expert coupling with Cal. I liked
Cal, but with him, it had just been hot sex; there was nothing emotional
happening beyond sexual satisfaction. On the other hand, just looking at
John created a feeling of warmth and excitement beyond the sexual. John was
love. John was my new home.

I had fallen asleep our first night together thinking that we were was
Jimbo and JJ, united alone against a cold, hostile world. We were confused,
and struggling with ugly words to describe the blossoming love we were both
afraid to admit. Tonight we had a new word: "Good As You" - Gay, to
describe us. We had a growing circle of friends, and somewhere out there in
New York, I had a gay cousin.. well, my father's cousin's son.

I could never remember if that was a second cousin or a cousin once
removed. In our family, even more distantly related people were simple
referred to as "cousins"; elders often as "aunts" or "uncles", even when
their relationship was nebulous. Kin was kin. He'd be double kin - a gay
relative.

I had seen my true love attack a bigger man for just mouthing off at some
of our friends, and worried that he might get seriously hurt someday in his
sudden militant attitude. I was glad that the older, more mature Red
Samuels, who he seemed to admire, was taking him under his wing to help him
focus his anger on political action instead of violence.

Tonight we were Jimbo and JJ, united with friends to make a place for
ourselves in this world. A place where we could be proud to be ourselves
and in love.

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