Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 01:20:54 -0600 From: oldehipi Subject: Jimmy's Story, Chapter 1 This is Jimmy's story, not mine.. I have writen it, as Jimmy told me, but i may have added some words, or projected my imagined feelings onto the characters depicted here.. Remember, Jimmy's story started befor HIV. or Aids...so although the characters in the story did not use condoms, you are real.. the risks are real... use safe sex practices.. If stories of sex, between adults and young people, would offend you please leave... If you are underage, or it is unlawful for you to read such stories in your jurisdiction, please leave.. ... Comments,constructive feed-back always appreciated.. flames ignored.. oldehipi@shaw.ca Jimmy's Story. . Chapter 1. Jimmy sat quietly, on his front porch... at least he appeared to be quiet to anyone who might notice... but inside he was as excited as any seven year old could be.. Beside him was a small bag. with his clothes in it... and a jr. size sleeping bag.. He was waiting for "Sergeant Mark" to pick him up .. and take him on his very first camping trip. They were going to the desert... and camping out... Something Jimmy had never done before.. Jimmy shivered a little and drew his winter jacket closer around him, remembering the warm hug "Sergeant Mark" had given him the afternoon before, as he dropped him off, after they had been shopping for camping stuff... and groceries to take with them on this camping trip. Jimmy let out a whoop of delight as he saw the Sarg's jeep round the corner, and approach.. Jimmy ran down to the street.. jumping up and down as he excitedly waited for Mark to stop the motor, and get out .. Jimmy's mom stood in the doorway.. looking warn and tired.. obviously suffering from too little sleep after too much to drink the night before.. Mark said good morning... and chatted a moment, as he picked up Jimmy's bags from the top step.. "Don't forget to do what Sarg tells you.." she reminded Jimmy.. "Thanks Mark, Sarg is never around to do anything like this with the boy." she whined, and Mark knew if he lingered he would be in for the usual complaints about his friend, Sergeant Jim, as he knew Jimmy's dad.. They had been posted together the first assignment out of boot camp, and had been friends both on and off the army base.. but their assignments were different.. Sarg Jim chose to take anything that would take him off base.. often for months at a time.. while Mark did everything he could to see that he could stay home.. It was just a few months ago that Sarg Jim, had asked Mark if he could do him a favor.. and look after Jimmy for the evening... He felt obligated to take Mrs. Sarg... (as they called Jimmy's mom) out as planned for her birthday dinner ... but she had just phoned, letting him know the elderly woman who usually baby-sat Jimmy was ill, and wouldn't be able to sit that night.. Mark agreed, trying not to seem too eager to Sarg Jim... but he had seen Jimmy a few times,, and thought him to be a very special child. "not cute, in the way women usually used the word, .. but more beautiful, in a classic, artistic way. >From the very first night Mark became Jimmy's friend and it was never mentioned again that Mark was baby-sitting.. Jimmy waved to his mom as he usually did.,, then settled back , well not really ,, but he turned his whole attention back to Mark, and sat on the edge of his seat watching Marks every move.. He loved this man.. and Mark was his whole life now.. Mark always made him feel so good, taking him shopping, going to the movies,, sometimes the library to pick out books to read together in the evenings, while Jimmy's mom was out at the club on base... and his dad was 'away'. Everything Mark did with him was fun.. reading, watching a bit of TV.. and especially his bath.. Jimmy liked that a lot.. He couldn't remember the last time his mom had bathed him.. all he could remember was her commands... "Get in the tub.. and no playing... Just get in and get clean.." and a cursory check of his neck and ears after he dried off when the water got too cold to stay in it. "and pick up your clothes.. if they aren't in the hamper they won't get washed." Jimmy tried to remember before his mom came in to check on him, but she said it anyway, even if everything was in the hamper. With Mark, bath time was an occasion.. he would help Jimmy out of his clothes as the tub filled with water. Mark putting each article of clothing in the hamper as Jimmy took it off.. and it wasn't done in a rush... Jimmy noticed that Mark seemed to enjoy watching him get undressed.. and Jimmy felt good. . In the tub.. Jimmy enjoyed the feel of Marks soap lathered hands touching him all over.. Mark had found every ticklish spot on Jimmy's torso,, which led to lots of giggles and splashing, so Mark always took of his shirt, "nothing I dislike more than a wet shirt" Mark had explained that very first night when the splashing started.. When the water cooled down, Mark got Jimmy to stand up,, and he carefully rinsed him of with warm clean water from the tap.. and then helped Jim step out of the tub.. He had a soft towel in his hands, and slowly and tenderly patted the boy dry. then dried off his own chest. "ok fella.. lets see if we can find a nice warm bed for u to sleep in" Mark said.. Jimmy reached up to give the man a hug,, and Mark straightened up,, pulling Jimmy against his chest.. Jimmy liked the feel of his chest against Marks,, and at first let his feet dangle,, but when he noticed Marks legs banging against his toes,, he spread his legs, and got a sizor grip around Marks waist,, and Mark held him securely with a hand under each but cheek. As Mark carried him to his bedroom.. Jimmy was suddenly conscious of his hard little cock rubbing against Marks bare stomach. Jimmy looked up to Marks face, but the man didn't seem to notice. "So,, what do you usually wear to bed?" Mark asked.. as he dumped Jimmy onto his bed.. "I need to know how your mom expects you to be dressed when she looks in on you.." " I usually wear pajamas after a bath." Jimmy said, as he got up, and pulled a pair out of his dresser drawer. "But sometimes I just sleep in my undershorts if I don't have a bath.." "Ok." Mark responded .."Do you want to put them on now, or later.. " Jimmy was a little surprised.. this was a choice he hadn't had before.. "Maybe later." he replied, he liked this feeling of being naked, as Mark looked at him. "Would you like me to read to you a little before I tuck you into bed" Mark asked.. This was something else that was new to Jimmy.. he crossed the room and picked up a book he had brought home from school.. "This is the only one I have ".. Jimmy stated.. "hmm.. " Mark replied, "is this one your teacher expects you to read for yourself?" he remarked, looking at the cover, and then back to the page Jimmy had opened it to... "Yes, she wants us to have read it by tomorrow." "Oh,, a little homework.. well how would it be if we read it together, in the living room, where we can sit in that nice soft armchair.. " Jimmy liked the idea, and skipped ahead of Mark back to the living room, and turned on the reading lamp over the most comfortable chair in the room.. "May I sit on your lap?" Jimmy asked.. "Sure, that way we can both read.. or you can read to me, and I can read to you." They settled in to the big chair,, and to jimmy it seemed all to soon that the story was finished., but before they put it aside, Mark went back and make sure Jimmy could pronounce every word that was new, or unfamiliar to him, and knew what they meant. Mark picked Jimmy up again in his arms, cradling him against his chest as he carried the boy back to his bedroom.. "I think we should visit the library soon, and get some other books for us to read" Mark said softly, . "Does that mean you want to baby-sit me again,?" Jimmy asked.. as he pulled on his pj's .. and Mark turned down the covers of his bed.. "No, I never sit on babies.". Mark chuckled, "and you are too grown up to need a baby-sitter,, but I would like to spend some time with you again." Mark stated, "any time your mom agrees to,, okay". Boy, Jimmy thought.. this night had been full of nice surprises. He gave Mark a big hug, then quickly drifted off to sleep.. Mark sat and watched him for a time, then carefully stood, and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar so he would hear if Jimmy stirred. As Mark settled back in the easy chair with the evening paper he realized that an void that he had never recognized before in his life was being filled by a little friend named Jimmy.