Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2000 08:29:18 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy, Chapter Eleven

Jim and Jimmy
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A Novel by Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net

"Both our lives will be changed."

As the new year wore on Jimmy and Doug became more and more frustrated. For
Jimmy it was a space and time thing: no space to meet with clients and not
enough time to get all of his paperwork done. For Doug it was more subtle:
The people at Twentieth Century seemed to see him more and more as some
sort of spy, covertly working for Jimmy. No matter how untrue, it still
made things very uncomfortable for all concerned.

About the middle of May Doug came home to find an elaborately wrapped
package on the kitchen counter and Jimmy pouring martinis into the art deco
stemmed glasses. Doug picked up the package and hefted it, estimating
weight. He knew right away that it was a book.

"Our anniversary is past and it's not time for my birthday yet so what's
the occasion? Oh, I know," he said with an evil grin, "you're pregnant and
it's a book on parenting."

"Wrong. You're pregnant and it's a book on birth control." He handed Doug a
martini. "Go on, open it."

Doug took a sip of his drink and sighed. "Whatever it is, I'm glad it
brought out the gin. I love these things." He unwrapped the package,
careful to save the paper. It was a book: Modern Warehouse Management. He
drank more of his drink and ruffled through the book. "I know there's a
message here somewhere but I'm damned if I know what it is."

Jimmy laughed and took the book out of his hand. "Look here." He held out a
picture of what appeared to be the corner of a run down building. The river
glinted in the background.

"What the hell is this?"

Jimmy handed him another picture of the same building, this one taken
straight on. In the center he had carefully drawn a sign over a doorway and
on the sign he'd lettered 'KBK'.

"Jimmy! Your new office?"

"Our new home, if you approve."

It actually made some sense once Doug got the whole story out of him. The
building was a warehouse, was for sale at a very advantageous price and
since Jimmy was representing the owner he'd get to keep both sides of the
commission. The warehouse itself seemed to be in good condition and was
actually making enough money to barely break even. The best part was that
the top floor, the sixth, had originally been designed for warehousing live
plants and was almost all windows and skylights. The floor had been a
stupid idea, of course, because nobody warehoused live plants and even if
they did, the cost of people to tend them would be prohibitive. The floor
had been empty since the place had been built thirty five years
before. Jimmy had visions of turning it into living space for them.

"And down here, on the ground floor, there's plenty of space for our
offices."

"Our offices? What do I need with... Oh my God, the book. You think I'm
going to run that warehouse?"

"Absolutely. If you can run that mess over at Twentieth Century you can run
anything; I know you can."

They stayed up much of the rest of the night going over financial
statements, warehouse contracts and cash flow analyses. In the end even
Doug had to admit that it looked good. Jimmy took him to see it the next
day.

When they stepped off the elevator on the sixth floor Doug let out a little
gasp. "You've got to be kidding, Jimmy." The floor was an open space almost
a hundred feet wide and more than three hundred feet long with two rows of
steel columns marching down the center, holding up the steel trussed
roof. "You could build a skating rink up here." The wall on the river side
had been set back some twenty feet, for no apparent reason, and duckboards
laid on the roof of the floor below. Doug went out to the edge and looked
down six floors to the river.

"See? We can load and unload ships from down there and transfer stuff to
trucks on the other side. Neat, huh?" Doug had to admit that it was.

So they bought it. Five floors filled with assorted commodities and one
floor big enough for a skating rink. Doug quit his job at Twentieth
Century, enrolled in a couple of courses at the college and took on the
management of KBK, both real estate and warehousing. It turned out to be a
lot more fun than managing an office for two old tightwads.

The Saturday after they bought the warehouse they invited David Langford
out to take a look at the sixth floor. They had Chez Lilly make up a picnic
for them and Jimmy found an old table with an umbrella which they set out
on the duckboards where they had the best view of the river. When he
arrived David was appalled.

"Live here? Why would you want to live in a space large enough for a
football game and look out over those depressing buildings across the
river? Tell me that, will you? Why?"

Jimmy laughed. "Well, in descending order of importance: because we own the
place, because we can't afford this and our apartment too, and because all
those depressing buildings are going to be torn down one day and when they
are we'll have one of the best views in town.

In the end David agreed to do some preliminary sketches for them. Once he
started he got hooked on the challenge and came up with some of the best
designs he'd ever done. Their football field/skating rink was going to be a
show place and all they had to do was supply the money.

One night in bed, after spending the evening at the warehouse with David,
Doug asked Jimmy if he'd ever been to bed with him.

Jimmy laughed. "Nah. I've known him too long."

"Don't you think he's good looking?"

"Sure I do but you know how it goes. If you don't go to bed with somebody
right away and then you get to know them, you'll never go to bed with
them. I guess it's Mother Nature's way of protecting friendships." He
rolled over and kissed Doug. "But go ahead if you want. You'd probably have
fun with him and he's probably hung like a horse. Or at least like dad." He
kissed him again and the conversation got lost in the heat of more
important things. And, as it turned out, Doug never did find the right
opportunity to take David to bed.

The process of turning the sixth, or "penthouse", floor into living
quarters took more than seven months and cost more than twice what they had
budgeted. But it turned out to be the showplace it had promised. Even Jim,
on his Christmas visit, was impressed and the place was four months from
completion when he saw it.

In May, when they were finally moved in, they threw a party and invited
fifty people. More than ninety showed up, one of which was Jim who had
managed to sneak out of some meetings in Chicago at the last minute and had
to be back in Chicago first thing in the morning. Nevertheless, his visit
made Jimmy and Doug happier than all the other guests put together.

Jim's Fourth of July visit was a lot longer and a lot more fun. He was
really excited about the project in Turkey and he seemed to be so vital and
alive. The excitement came through even in bed where he was almost
insatiable. Jimmy decided it was a good thing that there were two of them;
he didn't think one could have kept up with the man.

A couple of days after Jim had gone back to Turkey a large crate was
delivered to the warehouse. The note attached was from Jim.

Dear J & D,

No, it isn't ancient, if it was I couldn't send it to you but some of the
old guys here still do this sort of thing. I think you'll like it.

Think of me when you look at it.

With all my love,

Dad

The crate seemed to weigh a ton so they got a couple of the warehousemen to
help them take it up on the freight elevator and get it open. Inside, on an
iron stand, they found a full sized male torso, carved in pale marble.

"My God, it's beautiful," Jimmy said, pulling the packing material out from
around it. The warehousemen helped them get it out of the crate and
positioned in front of one of the oriental carpets that hung from the
ceiling as a space separator.

When the men had gone Doug and Jimmy stood back to admire the
sculpture. Suddenly Jimmy burst out laughing.

"What?" Doug was mystified.

"Look carefully. Notice particularly the penis."

Doug looked. "Okay, so it's circumcised which isn't usual in classical..."
He looked again, his head cocked for a moment. "My god, you're right. It's
him. Look here," Doug went to the torso and ran his finger over the right
pectoral, "here's that little scar he has."

Jimmy touched the balls hanging behind the dick. They were exactly like his
dad's. "'Think of me when you look at it', indeed."

The sculpture was widely admired among their friends but they didn't tell
anyone its secret. "If we did," Jimmy said, "everyone we know would be
going to Turkey on their vacation."

---------

At the same time Doug and Jimmy were admiring Jim's marble torso in their
penthouse, the real thing was being admired in a garden in Turkey.

It had started two weeks after Jim returned from his July leave. One of the
junior clerks had stuck his head into Jim's office one morning and said,
"Some guy in a uniform to see you. Not the army." The uniform turned out to
be gray chauffeur's livery, worn by a handsome young Turk. "Mr. Agizz asks
that you join him for dinner tonight, if that is convenient." The English
was accented but remarkably clear.

It took Jim just a moment to place the name. Shareff Agizz was some sort of
government advisor, a very important one, Jim thought, judging by the way
others deferred to him. They'd met briefly the previous week at a reception
in Ankara. When they shook hands Jim had thought a little spark passed
between them but then discounted it as wishful thinking. He hadn't thought
much more about it until now.

"Yes, of course. I would be pleased to join Mr. Agizz."

The young man beamed as though he personally had convinced Jim to come. "I
shall call for you at seven sir, at your quarters." He nodded rather
formally and marched out the door.

The chauffeur arrived at Jim's quarters on the dot of seven. His gray
uniform had been exchanged for a more formal black one, the trousers
tailored to fit like a second skin. "The car is ready when it suits you,
sir," he said, touching the patent leather bill of his cap. The car turned
out to be a gray Rolls Royce.

Jim sat in the back seat, rather grandly he thought, and looked out at the
dusty fields and occasional scattered ruins of an earlier time. The young
man drove skillfully and fast, never dropping below fifty miles an
hour. The condition of the road seemed irrelevant, both to driver and car.

Thirty minutes later they turned up a well paved road and passed through a
gate in a wall which stretched in either direction as far as Jim could
see. The gate was evidently automatic because the driver didn't even slow
down for it, he simply drove on, trusting it would open appropriately, as
it did.

They pulled up under an open portico and Jim's door was opened by ruddy
faced man dressed in a tuxedo. "Welcome, Mr. Keith. Mr. Agizz is expecting
you on the west terrace. This way, please"

He was led through a dim entryway and then through a series of elegant
rooms before being ushered out onto a broad marble terrace that overlooked
the sea. "How kind of you to join me on such short notice, Mr. Keith."
Mr. Agizz turned and walked towards him. "Thank you."

The man looked like nothing so much as the comic book Superman of Jim's
youth. He had that same square jaw and blue-black hair as the man in the
comics, along with his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Jim fleetingly
wondered what he'd look like in blue tights and tiny red shorts.

"Not at all, Mr. Agizz. You were kind to invite me." They shook hands and
Jim felt a spark of electricity pass between them.

"Please, you will call me Shareff." He put his left hand on top of their
clasped hands in a gesture of friendship.

"Thank you. And I am Jim."

Mr. Agizz shook his head. "I think not. I am not fond of American
diminutives. Perhaps you will allow me to call you James?" He flashed a
dazzling smile.

"Of course." No one had ever called him James before, not even his
mother. Somehow that made it very intimate.

An almost unnoticed nod brought the tuxedoed butler bearing a tray of
drinks. Jim selected a martini.

"Ah, a man after my own heart," Shareff said, taking the other one. "The
martini is perhaps the most civilized drink in the world, wouldn't you say?
Now come, let me show you around my humble garden."

They strolled along paths bordered by exotic and beautiful plants and
talked about the reception where they'd met and the new city taking shape
under Jim's hand. Just as they finished the last of their drinks they
turned a corner and found the butler holding two more on his silver
tray. They exchanged their glasses and the butler disappeared without a
sound.

The path took them through a walled garden filled with citrus and avocado
trees to the balustrade at the end of the marble terrace. The conversation
turned to children and Jim told him a little bit about Jimmy. In turn,
Shareff told Jim about his daughter, married to the current French Prime
Minister and a powerful woman in her own right. >From his tone Jim
suspected they didn't get along well.

Dinner was served at a small table overlooking the sea. The food was
excellent and the two men ate slowly, savoring both the food and each other
and by the time the coffee and brandy were served they felt like old
friends. They sipped their brandy in silence, their hands on the tabletop,
fingertips just touching.

It was Shareff who finally broke the silence. "I believe that something has
passed between us," he said quietly, looking directly at Jim. "We must now
decide: we can let it go, ignore it, and I think we will remain unpossessed
by it. I will take you to the car and Ishmel will drive you back to your
city and that will end it. Or we can act on it, give in to it and be
changed forever. It is your choice, James."

Jim stood and walked around the table. "It's not only my choice; it's yours
as well. Both our lives will be changed."

Shareff stood and put a hand on Jim's shoulder. "I have made my choice,
James."

"So have I." He stepped close to Shareff and kissed him. When they pressed
their bodies together each felt the other growing large and beginning to
harden.

They stepped back and looked at each other in the candle light. "We are
anxious," Shareff laughed. "Come."

The bedroom opened onto the sea, inviting its sound and smell into the
room. Hidden lights cast a glow in the room, no brighter than a full
moon. They stood by the bed and undressed each other, taking delight in
each new plane of flesh as it was revealed. When their underwear, Shareff's
of cool silk, Jim's of cotton, was finally discarded they lowered
themselves onto the bed and lay on their sides, touching each other and
getting to know the flesh that would soon bring them such pleasure.

Like Jim, Shareff was covered with hair, only where Jim's was light colored
and soft, almost like fur, Shareff's was dark and twisted into wiry curls
that grew in a thick mat across his chest and belly. Below that the hair
was even thicker and the curls became less organized, each hair curled but
independent of its brothers. Out of this tangle thrust his penis, proud and
stiffly erect, the dark skin on its shaft looking like silk in the dim
light.

Shareff ran his fingertips slowly along Jim's dick. "We are well matched
here, aren't we?" His hand moved, his fingers tracing the flare of the
cockhead. "You are Jewish?"

Jim laughed. "No. In America they seem to do that to everybody." He laughed
again. "Well, not everybody. Just the men."

Shareff laughed too. "An odd practice, don't you think?" Before Jim could
answer Shareff took the cock in his mouth, bringing Jim sudden
pleasure. Shareff's cockhead was bare, too, as Jim had known it would be
since the man was Moslem. When Jim twisted around on the bed and took it
into his mouth Shareff groaned and clutched Jim close to him.

They were both anxious and through some unspoken communication decided to
let themselves go this first time and not attempt to prolong the
pleasure. As it was, each was so intent on bringing the other pleasure that
his own came on almost as a surprise. Shareff went first, his dick swelling
in Jim's mouth and his balls pulling up tight in their sack. When he let go
it seemed a flood but by that time Jim was unleashing his own surge and
didn't notice.

After they'd rolled apart Shareff opened a bedside stand and dampened a
towel in a small basin of orange scented water. He gently wiped Jim's face
with the cool towel, kissed him and then washed his softening penis,
holding it with something akin to reverence. "You see, James," he said,
indicating the basin of water, "I had hopes, even before you came into my
garden." He wet the towel again and carefully wiped his own penis.

They took their unfinished brandies and stood naked on the balcony
overlooking the sea. They were silent for a time, each lost in his own
thoughts. Eventually Shareff drained his snifter and asked Jim what he was
thinking.

Jim drank the last of his brandy. "I was thinking that I'd like to go back
to bed and have you make love to me."

Shareff took Jim's hand and led him back inside. "And later, you will make
love to me?"

Jim ran a hand over Shareff's flank and held him close. "Yes."

Shareff was very gentle with him, entering him slowly and all the while
touching him, testing for hesitation. He found none. When he was fully
inside Jim they lay quietly for a time, savoring each other and
anticipating the pleasure to come. When he started it was with short,
teasing strokes, strokes which slowly became longer and faster until he was
driving himself into Jim with great force, their bodies connecting with a
loud, sharp sound. He reached for Jim but Jim had to push his hand away or
risk loosing all control. Even so he came first, arching his back and
twisting his head to find Shareff's mouth. Shareff took hold of him then
and prolonged his pleasure while he, himself, let go and emptied himself,
his dick swelling and spasming as it never had before. The pleasure was
stunning for both of them. Then they lay together for a long time, little
shreds of pleasure flowing through them each time Shareff moved or touched
Jim's cock.

Later, after a shower and an hour's sleep, Jim kept his promise and made
love to Shareff. It took longer than it had before-after all, it was their
third time-and they reveled in it, trying different positions and different
ways of touching. When the pleasure came it overwhelmed them with its
intensity. Afterward they slept, still joined, until awakened by a sharp
knock on the door.

"A moment," Shareff called out before gently disengaging himself from
Jim. "It is breakfast," he said quietly, pulling the sheet over their
nakedness. "Come."

The butler, this time in morning clothes, entered pushing a small
cart. "Good morning, sir; Mr. Keith," he said, not looking at
them. Silently he laid two places on the small table on the balcony and
arranged the chaffing dishes and platters on the cart. "Will you have
coffee now?" he asked, still not looking at them.

Shareff looked at Jim who shook his head. "No, thank you, Dalton."

"Then if you'll just give me a moment..." The man disappeared into the
bathroom where they could hear him wiping down the tiles and fixtures and
putting out fresh towels. "Thank you, sir," he said when he was finished,
"have a pleasant breakfast."

As soon as the butler was gone Shareff got out of bed and went to the
balcony where he poured coffee into two delicate china cups. "You did want
coffee, didn't you?" he said, handing Jim one of the cups. Jim nodded
sheepishly. "Why didn't you say... Oh, I see. Darling, you mustn't let the
servants bother you," Shareff said, sitting on the bed and touching Jim's
cheek.

They had a quick shower and then sat at the table the butler had set and
ate scrambled eggs with savory herbs, sausage made from chicken and shrimp,
and polenta, fried in olive oil and covered with mushrooms and basil. They
finished with a sweet, yellow melon Jim had never tasted before.

Shareff poured more coffee, spilling some on the table. "Please, you must
forgive me," he said, wiping it up with his napkin. "I'm not as
accomplished at this as Dalton."

Jim smiled and handed Shareff his napkin to finish the job. "You may pour
my coffee any time. But what about Dalton? What must he think about..." Jim
waived his arm, taking in the tangled bed, the breakfast and their
nakedness."

"Dalton?" Shareff laughed. "He's English and he's a servant. He has no
opinions, at least none about his employer. Or if he does, he has the
excellent taste to keep them to himself. Now drink your coffee and then we
must dress. I have a full day planned for us."

The day was spent on Shareff's power boat, cruising among the nearby
islands. They swam in the warm blue water and found a private beach where
they sun bathed on the white sand and then blew each other, unable to do
anything else for fear of abrasion. They stopped at a tiny restaurant in
one of the fishing villages and lunched on grilled fish which the owner
caught after they placed their order.

In the evening they dined on Shareff's marble terrace again. "You see
there," Shareff said, pointing out to sea, "those lights? There is a town
there, with the best restaurant in all of Turkey. We shall dine there
tomorrow." He looked thoughtful. "There is also a beach there, where only
men go and since it is only men there is no need for covering. Would you
like to go? Walk among the men and compare ourselves to what we see?"

Jim grinned at him. "Yes, I think I'd like that. But won't we make the
others jealous?"

"I don't know, it has been so long." His voice grew thick with
desire. "Perhaps we should retire and make sure."

----------

A month or two later, at Doug and Jimmy's, the marble torso gained a new
admirer. The morning paper wanted to do a feature in its Sunday magazine on
their sixth floor penthouse and, as a favor to David, they agreed. The
paper sent George Kotem, its 'Living and Style' editor, to do the
interview. George brought Willie Lightfoot, the city's most famous-and
best-photographer along to do the pictures. Jimmy insisted that David be
there too since, as the architect, he knew more about the place than they
did. They just lived there.

Almost the first thing that caught Willie's eye was the torso. He
photographed it from several angles and decided to use it as a sort of
focal point for his layout. Since Mr. Kotem was doing most of his interview
with David, Willie asked Jimmy and Doug to show him around and explain the
place.

"Well," Jimmy started, "we liked the feeling of open space and we had a lot
of it, so David designed most of the living area as one vast room. We call
it the Great Room. David then defined the various functional areas with
half walls, screens and, of course, the oriental rugs you see, suspended
from the ceiling.

"Of course there had to be a few conventional spaces too," Doug
interjected, leading them to a door. "The guest bath, for example, is just
like any other bathroom." He opened the door and waived Willie in. "Four
walls, low ceiling, tiny frosted glass window; it's all here. Guests are
comfortable with it."

"We, on the other hand, prefer a more open feeling." Jimmy led them out of
the guest bath, through the Great Room and into their bedroom area which
was set off from the main room by walls of carpet and a huge divider made
of parallel sheets of clear acrylic, the outer one engraved with a
classical scene. The outside wall of the bedroom was glass and beyond it a
rooftop garden which, if you looked carefully, contained all the usual
bathroom fixtures scattered among its trees, shrubs and grass.

"It has a glass roof which we keep retracted most of the summer," Doug
said.

"But what about privacy?" Willie asked, back in the bedroom. "That wall is
pretty open to the main room, isn't it?" He was referring to the clear
acrylic divider.

"Not always." Jimmy pressed a button and a motor started somewhere under
the floor. The space between the acrylic sheets quickly filled with small
black beads, making the room completely private.

All the time they'd been showing Willie around, Jimmy and Doug had felt a
sexual tension building among them. Now, with the bedroom wall suddenly
opaque, Willie impulsively put his arms around them and kissed them in
turn.

"God," he said, kissing them both again, "Ever since I did those shots of
Jimmy I've wanted to do it again. Now I want to photograph the two of you,
together. Naked."

"I doubt The Morning Record would run the shot," Doug whispered, kissing
Willie back. "I mean, I know its a liberal paper but I don't think it's
quite that liberal."

Willie let go of them and stood for a moment, thinking. Then a smile broke
over his face. "Will you do it if I can get it by the paper and into the
Sunday magazine? And if I guarantee that no one will know it's you?" He
laughed. "Well, no one except maybe your doctor and one or two very
intimate friends."

Doug and Jimmy looked at each other, considering. Before they could say
anything, though, David and George Kotem walked in and George began asking
them questions. Willie went back to taking his pictures, including a couple
of candid shots of Jimmy and Doug.

It wasn't until that evening that they found time to sit with a drink and
go over the morning's interview. They decided George Kotem was a snob of
the first water but agreed that he'd been more than a little impressed with
their place. They also agreed that Willie Lightfoot was a very sexy man.

"That reminds me," Doug said, "when did you ever pose for him?"

"Pose for... Oh, yea, that picture for my dad. Remember, three or four
years ago, when I asked you if you knew someone with a camera? You
introduced me to Willie."

"Were you naked? In the picture, I mean. I'd never have thought you'd give
your dad a picture of you in the buff. But then," he laughed, "I didn't
know your dad, did I?"

"Oh, I was naked all right. And about half hard. Willie kept making me play
with myself, 'fluffing it up' he called it, so my dick would look its
best." Jimmy laughed, too. "I wonder if he'd have done that if he knew the
picture was for my father."

"You go to bed with him?"

"Willie? No. You know it was odd, too. I thought that's what he wanted when
he kept at me to 'fluff it up' and he even touched me a few times, helping,
but after he took the pictures nothing happened. Too bad, too, because I
think he's damn good looking."

In the end they decided they would take their clothes off for him if he was
really serious about it. As Jimmy put it, "What the hell, we both look damn
good-why not show it off. I mean, who's going to see it anyway? Besides
Willie. And if we play our cards right we just might get to see him."

Willie called the next evening and seemed quite excited when Doug told him
that they would pose for him. An appointment was set up for Saturday
morning.

Willie arrived with what seemed to Jimmy and Doug like a lot of equipment
just to take a couple of pictures. When it was all set up in the Great Room
Jimmy thought the place looked more like a photographic studio than a
living room. Willie had traded his jeans and tee shirt of the week before
for a tank top and loose gym shorts. He looked great although Doug, who
wanted to add him to his mental snapshot collection, couldn't decide if he
was wearing a jock under the shorts or not. He decided he'd have to get
Willie in the garden bathroom so he could find out.

It took some time for Willie to get his things set up, even with help, but
once everything was in place and had been checked, he became the complete
professional, seeming almost detached from what he was doing. The first
thing he did was take a lot of pictures of the torso and then more pictures
of the room including some close-ups of a couple of the oriental rugs. When
he finished that he turned to Jimmy and Doug.

"You guys want to strip down now? I need to get some skin readings." Once
that was accomplished he had them touch each other; "You know, fluff it up,
don't make it hard, just puff it out a little." When he was satisfied he
posed them very carefully, even to the point of moving their dicks around
to get just the effect he wanted. Doug's didn't want to cooperate so Willie
used some sticky clay to glue it in just the position he wanted. Then he
took pictures, seemingly hundreds of them, from every angle. He even took
several poses twice, once as they were and once with Jimmy's foreskin
retracted, so he looked circumcised.

"Okay, that's it for now. Here, Doug, let me get that stuff off for you."
He took Doug's cock in his hand, holding it just behind the head, and
gently peeled the sticky clay off. Doug's cock responded by growing hard in
his hand. When the clay was removed Willie squatted down in front of Doug
and kissed the head of his cock. "That is one handsome tool, Doug," he
said, never taking his eyes off of it. He kissed it again, tasting the tiny
opalescent drop of moisture that had appeared at the pee slit.

Jimmy came up behind the photographer, slipped his hands into his armpits
and pulled him up. "Shall we go to the other room?" Willie nodded, as if he
didn't trust himself to speak.

In the bedroom Willie stood passively beside the bed and let them strip
him, first the tank top, then the running shoes and socks, finally the
loose gym shorts. Just as Doug had suspected, he was wearing a jock under
the shorts, a peacock blue one. Under the jock he had a very handsome
circumcised cock which, once released from the jock, immediately doubled in
size and stood proudly out from his abdomen. Willie's wiry pubic hair had
been cropped short like that on his head and his balls had been shaved. His
crotch smelled faintly of a cologne both of them knew but neither could
name.

Jimmy went down on him and pulled him onto the bed, holding on to his
ass. Willie fell forward, driving his cock into Jimmy until he could feel
Jimmy's teeth at the base. He waited a moment, drinking in the sensation
and then pulled himself up on his arms and knees so Jimmy could breath if
he wanted to.

Doug crawled in behind and took Willie's balls in his mouth, the shaved
sack cool and smooth. The balls inside seemed to float there, unattached to
anything. He decided he'd ask Jimmy to shave his balls. Better yet, he'd
shave them for him.

Willie withdrew his cock from Jimmy's mouth and flopped over on the
bed. "I'm too close," he said, sounding breathless.

Jimmy moved up on the bed and lay beside him. "Just relax and let us take
care of you."

"No, please. Not yet. I... Can I watch you?" He stammered, afraid they
might laugh or be offended.

"Watch me?" Jimmy wasn't sure what he meant.

"No, you and Doug." Willie took a deep breath. "Watch you do it, bring each
other off. The way... you do it."

Jimmy shrugged and looked at Doug. Doug nodded and grinned. "Might be fun."

They kissed, Doug lying on top of Jimmy and both of them very aware of the
man lying beside them, watching them. It felt strange and reminded Jimmy of
the time he'd asked to watch his father jack-off; he thought he understood
now how his father had felt. But also like his father, they slowly forgot
their self-consciousness as passion grew and they began seeking pleasure
for themselves-and each other.

Doug pushed himself up so he was straddling Jimmy's legs and took their
dicks in his hands, pressing them together. Jimmy licked his finger and
slipped it between the two cocks, just below the heads. Willie moved down
on the bed so he could see better.

Jimmy groped in the bedside table and handed Doug a condom. They heard
Willie suck in his breath as Doug tore the foil open. Doug bent and went
down on Jimmy, pushing his foreskin back with his lips and making the shaft
of his cock slick with saliva. Then he unrolled the condom on it.

Willie began to speak in a quiet voice. "You want him, don't you, Doug? You
want that long, thick cock up your ass, don't you? Take it, Doug. Let him
do it. Let him put it in you." He moved closer, drinking in Jimmy's latex
covered cock with his eyes. "You want it too, don't you Jimmy? Your hard
cock is ready. Put it in, put it up his sweet, tight ass."

Willie's talk only served to make what they were doing more exciting. Doug
slid his hands along Jimmy's belly and chest and played with his nipples
for a moment before reaching into the bedside stand and getting out the
lube. He slicked it on Jimmy's dick, leaving a good sized blob right at the
tip. Then he raised up on his knees and took hold of Jimmy, positioning him
for entry.

"Oh yes. Now. Take that dick up your ass, Doug. Let it in, let it fill you
up. Come on, Doug, sit on it, all the way."

Doug felt Jimmy's dick press against him and then, slowly, he opened to it
and invited it in. He loved doing it this way, being on top, being able to
watch Jimmy's eyes glaze over as he slowly took him inside.

Willie scooted around so he had a clear view between Jimmy's legs and could
watch Jimmy's dick slowly disappear into Doug. "It's going in. Oh God, I
can see it going up your ass, Doug. How can you take it, it's so big and
hard and... Oh, Jesus, it's all the way in. That big dick is all the way up
your ass. What does it feel like, being up there? It must be hot, yeah, hot
and slick and tight."

Jimmy thrust up with his hips. "You're fucking him. Doug, he's fucking
you. That huge, hard thing is inside you and it's fucking you." Doug leaned
forward, giving Willie a better view. "I can see it. It slides in and then
it pulls out. That big thing is actually fucking you in the ass and you're
loving it, aren't you? I can see you are, how you open up for it and then
try to grab it as it pulls out, try to keep it in you. Come on, Jimmy, do
it, make it come in him. Fuck him hard, come in him, unload those balls in
him, Jimmy. Those pretty balls, let it go and squirt everything they have
up that ass. Come on, Jimmy. Fuck the shit out of him." He reached out and
grabbed Jimmy's balls.

That did it. The instant Jimmy felt Willie's hands on his balls he came,
chills running up and down his body and making his hairs stand up. It was
wonderful.

"God I love watching a man get fucked," Willie said as they slowly
uncoupled. "I love everything about it, the look of a cock going up an ass,
the sounds, the smell of a clean man getting fucked, latex and KY and sweat
and the musky smell a man makes when he's being invaded by another man's
cock. I love it all." He was lying on his back, beginning to masturbate.

"Oh, no you don't," Jimmy said, pulling Willie's hand away from his
cock. "Now it's our turn, hey Dougie?"

"I think so." Doug finished slipping a condom on his dick and lubed it
up. "If you like watching a man get fucked, you're going to love this."

They pinned Willie between them and while Doug slowly pushed into him from
the rear Jimmy slipped his mouth over his dick. Willie locked his hands
behind Jimmy's head, holding him still until Doug was completely in; then
he let go and gave himself to them, giving up all control and just
accepting the pleasure they brought.

When Jimmy raked his nails over Doug's scrotum, telling him Willie was
close to the edge Doug found the man's prostate with his dick and bounced
off it a couple of times. Willie let out a yell and began to shake all
over. When he ejaculated the yell turned to a growl, like a man reaching a
personal best lifting weights. Doug joined him, his dick throbbing deep
inside Willie

Afterward Jimmy served cold drinks in the garden while they showered. "I
can't get over this," Willie said, splashing water on some sort of jungle
plant. "A bathroom in a garden on the roof."

"Yea," Doug said, handing Willie a towel. "It was the most expensive part
of the place and probably the best. The only problem is, where do you find
a gardener who cleans toilets?"

Later, after Willie had gone, they sunned themselves on lounges in the
garden. "You know," Doug said, idly playing with his half hard dick,
"that's twice now. First it was dad, in the shower. He may have been
jacking me off but it was the talk that made me come. Then today." His dick
was fully hard now.

"Did you come? When I did? I thought you did but..."

"Well, it was funny. I did come, or at least it felt like I did but I
didn't shoot off. I just... came. Then I did it again, inside him, only
that time I shot off. Strange." He pulled on his dick a few times and then
gave in to it and began to jack off.

Jimmy watched him for a moment before taking hold of his own hard dick. "It
feels good, doesn't it," he said, half to himself.

"Yea, it does," Jimmy answered. "When your fingers slide over that bump,
under the head." He did that and felt a tingle of pleasure.

"For me it's pulling the skin over the head, tight, and then pulling it
back, feeling the head come out from under it."

Doug moved his hand lower, grasping his dick close to the base. "Holding it
down low lets it cool off and builds the tension slower. I bet I could do
it this way for an hour and not come." His hand crept up the shaft, just a
little, with each stroke. "But it's hard to do because it feels so good up
here."

"Do you put your fingers on the head?" Jimmy demonstrated, rubbing his
thumb over the head with each stroke. "That feels so good, like electricity
spreading over it, making little sparks." The head of his cock glistened in
the sun as he polished it with his thumb.

"I can't. It's too sensitive there. I like it here, just behind the head,
all the way around." He circled his thumb and forefinger just under the
flare of the head, the rest of his hand closing around the shaft.

"We're doing it again, Dougie." Jimmy's breath was coming in little puffs.

"I know. Is it going to make you come?" He closed his thumb and forefinger
a little more tightly.

"Yes." Doug could hear it in his voice. Even without the word he'd have
known Jimmy was ready to come.

"Don't cover it up. Pull the skin back so I can see it squirt into the
air." Doug was right on the edge but he wanted Jimmy to go first, wanted
the sight of Jimmy's dick pumping out cum to push him over.

It happened.

Jimmy shot a long, white rope of cum straight into the air. It hung there
for an instant, catching the sun, and then fell back to form a little
puddle on his belly. Before Jimmy's dick could launch a second shot Doug's
let go and sprayed little drops, like tiny diamonds, into the air. They too
fell back and felt cool on his skin.

They kept it up for a long time, stroking their cocks, pumping out cum
until it was just a dribble, running down their shafts and making them
slick. When they finally ran out of cum and stopped pulling on themselves
they sat and grinned at each other, stroking the strong bond of love that
held them connected.

-------

The pictures turned out very well. Somehow Willie had cropped off their
heads, arms and legs and superimposed them on other pictures until it
looked like there were three torsos in the room, gathered into a little
grouping. He had chosen one of Jimmy with his foreskin pulled down and had
put him in the middle, between the two that were circumcised. It made quite
an artistic-and classical-grouping.

True to his word, Willie got the picture in the Sunday magazine-on the
cover, in full color. He even did a second one for the photo spread inside,
a long shot. If you looked at that one very carefully, perhaps with a
magnifying glass, you would see that one of the torsos was different;
Willie had used one of the shots where he'd pushed Jimmy's foreskin back,
making him look circumcised. The torsos became a matched set. Willie
laughed when he showed them the layout. "Ol' George didn't even notice. He
just made some dumb remark about remembering 'Greek or Roman sculptures or
something'."

--------

In Turkey, Jim was of two minds about his annual Christmas visit to the
lake. On the one hand he was anxious to see Jimmy and Doug, to be with them
and love with them. On the other hand, he wanted to be with Shareff, in the
light, airy bedroom, watching curtains of December rain blow across the
gray sea. Shareff had a different idea: he wanted to spend the time at his
house in Switzerland where they would, he said, ski all day and make love
in front of the fire all night.

In the end, though, Jim went to the lake and Shareff went to Paris where he
would have Christmas with his daughter, her husband -- the Prime Minister
-- and their two children. Shareff wasn't particularly looking forward to
it, but he thought it wise not to get on the bad side of his son-in-law
just now when one of his companies was bidding on a major contract with the
French Government.

Jim, Jimmy and Doug arrived at the lake around noon on Christmas Eve. It
was a cold, overcast day and the air smelled of impending snow. It looked
like they might have a white Christmas again. Well past any pretense, once
the house was warm they abandoned unpacking and went to bed. It was as
though they'd never left it.

"I love you, son," Jim murmured into Doug's mustache as he opened himself
to Jimmy, feeling himself fill with the heavy bulk of Jimmy's dick.

"I love you too, dad," Jimmy and Doug responded simultaneously. In bed it
was getting harder to tell where one of them left off and another one
began. Doug could feel Jim's pleasure at taking Jimmy's dick into him and
he could feel Jimmy's pleasure at sliding his dick into his dad. They, in
turn, knew just how Doug felt, kissing Jim and rubbing his hard cock
against Jim's belly.

Doug squirted a glob of lube into his hand and rubbed it over Jim's dick
and then his own. He took hold of both dicks, pressing them together with
his slick hand and then slowly humped his cock back and forth over Jim's,
matching the rhythm of Jimmy's dick stroking in Jim's ass. Jim tried to
speak but the words were unintelligible around Doug's tongue. The words
turned into a sort of growl, deep in Jim's throat and that was
intelligible: Jim was very close to coming.

They were both very excited and wouldn't let him back off the least bit so
he gave up and let them do whatever they wanted. He could feel the
explosion building in him and there was nothing he could do but feel it
happen, let it take possession of him. Then everything blew up and there
was a lot of noise and everyone was coming in him and on him and with
him. He knew he was home.

When they were breathing normally again, Doug got warm towels and cleaned
them up, kissing every part that he cleaned except for his own dick which
he couldn't reach but which Jim took care of for him. Then they propped
themselves up on their pillows and talked, lying close to each other so
they could pet and touch as they pleased. When Jim mentioned Shareff Jimmy
cocked an eyebrow and looked at his father. "Wait a minute. Who is this
Shareff guy? You keep mentioning him in your letters but..."

Jim tried to look innocent. "Oh, he's some sort of advisor to the Turkish
government in Ankara," he said casually. Too casually.

Doug pounced: "You're sleeping with him, aren't you?"

Jimmy picked it up: "I'll bet he has one of those big Turkish dicks,
doesn't he?"

Doug hit the nail on the head: "Is he your lover?"

"Okay, okay, now wait a minute. Give a guy a chance." Jim took a deep
breath and looked at Doug. "Yes, whenever I can." He looked at Jimmy: "No
bigger than mine. Or yours for that matter. Besides he's not a Turk, he's
half Egyptian." Back to Doug. "Yes, I think he is." He held up a
hand. "Wait. Let me tell it.

Jim described his first meeting with Shareff and the long weekend they
spent together. He made no attempt to minimize the emotional part of it,
trusting them to understand and to understand that it made no difference in
his love for each of them-and for them together. His trust was well placed.

"So why isn't he here, with us," Jimmy asked. "Or does he even know about
us yet?"

Jim kissed his son. "No, he doesn't exactly know about us. I don't... I
don't think he'd understand it, at least not yet. But that isn't the real
reason he isn't here; the real reason is he felt it was important to go to
Paris and spend Christmas with his daughter and her family."

"Are you going to tell him about us?"

"I suppose I will, someday. He's a very complex man and has very complex
emotions and I don't really know him very well yet. But I do know I love
him. And I want to share him with you, but..."

"But he's monogamous, right?" Jimmy shook his head, wondering where all
this was going to take his father.

Jim searched for words. "He is, in a way. But he knows I'm not and it
doesn't seem to matter to him." He thought for a moment before
continuing. "It's not true, what I said about him not knowing about us, he
does, pretty much. He just doesn't know... Well, he doesn't know exactly
who you are."

"Your son? And his lover, your adopted son?"

"Yes. I... He..." Jim sighed. "It isn't time yet."

Jimmy shrugged. He knew exactly what his father meant. And it was okay.

Doug, who had been quietly listening to this point, said, "Well, I still
want to meet him. Did you bring pictures?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did." Jim climbed over Doug and searched
through his suitcase. "Here." He tossed a sheaf of photos on the bed.

"Oh, wow, look at this," Doug said, handing one of the pictures to
Jimmy. "That is one sexy man."

Jim crawled back onto the bed between the boys. "That's him. Dalton, the
butler took that one; there's some better ones that I took."

"Like this one I guess," Doug said, studying one of the pictures. "You
weren't kidding about his dick." He passed the picture to Jimmy who looked
at it and gave a low whistle.

"Nice, dad. Very nice. Will you bring him with you if we promise not to
pounce on him and, what was it you said one time? Work him over?"

Jim laughed. "If he comes here he's on his own. I will, however, warn him
before hand; after all that's only fair. Like those signs along the Amazon,
warning of piranhas."

"Oh, the pictures remind me." Jimmy jumped out of bed and ran downstairs,
returning with a copy of the Sunday Magazine, the one that featured their
penthouse. "Look here."

Jim looked at the cover and burst out laughing. "Where..."

"Trick photography," Doug said.

"Very good trick photography, I'd say," Jim said, studying the picture. He
turned to the inside and looked through the other pictures. "Wait a
minute..." He squinted at the long shot of the torsos.

Jimmy and Doug laughed and Jimmy handed him a small magnifying glass.

"Well I'll be damned. How'd he do that?"

"Different picture. He took some like..." Jimmy demonstrated, pulling his
foreskin back and gathering it at the base of his dick, making himself look
circumcised. He had to take the picture fast though, 'cause it really
doesn't like to stay that way unless it's hard. Well, you know."

Jim did know and spent the next twenty minutes showing Jimmy what he knew
about long, supple foreskins. Doug joined in, observing the lesson from
behind and providing one of his own.

Early in the afternoon the promise of snow was kept. It came down heavily,
making everything white and silent; they put on their warm clothes and went
for a walk in it, holding hands and laughing like kids. It turned out to be
a perfect Christmas.


Comments, suggestions, criticisms gratefully received.
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Greg Bowden
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