Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2000 16:35:29 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy Chapter Sixteen

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

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"I know it won't be the same with me because nothing's ever the same."
-------

Jimmy went to Turkey for the Fourth of July. Ishmael picked him up and
drove him out to the house as usual and, as usual, Ishmael had grown even
more handsome. On the way to the house Ishmael proudly told Jimmy that he
was being sent to school to learn about boats. Shareff had asked him to
take charge of all the watercraft at Clear Harbor and he was very excited
about it.

As they approached the house Ishmael turned the conversation to Jimmy,
asking him how he was doing. From the way he watched Jimmy in the mirror,
Jimmy knew there was more to the question than met the eye but it took him
a minute before he understood.

"I'm doing fine, Ishmael. Fine. I think I can safely say that I'm ready for
anything." He smiled at Ishmael in the mirror.

"I am very glad," Ishmael said. Jimmy thought he detected a twinkle in his
eyes.

"But I'm a little tired, too. It's a long flight to get here."

Ishmael understood. "We have a new brandy. Perhaps you would enjoy it?
Tomorrow night?"

"I'd like that." He leaned forward and touched Ishmael's cheek. "Yes, I'd
like that very much."

Shareff and Jim were full of news about the progress at Clear
Harbor. Construction was to begin in another week and they were very
excited about it, like two kids waiting for a new toy to be
delivered. Jimmy was very happy for them.

"I guess we shouldn't be going on like this about the house. After all, you
probably know more about it than we do," Jim said over dinner.

It took Jimmy a moment to figure out what he meant. "Oh, you mean because
of David. Actually, I don't get to see him that much and when I do it seems
like we're always talking about my condo project. But I know he's very
excited about Clear Harbor, especially the part about going out to the
island to supervise."

"I hope so," Shareff said. "It's going to be a lot of hard work for him but
it's the only way to get it done right."

After dinner Jimmy excused himself and went to bed. It was a warm night but
the silken sheets were cool against his body. He was grateful that he no
longer needed a book to... The thought slipped away like ice melting in the
hot July sun and he slept. If someone had been in the bed with him he might
have noticed that Jimmy sometimes smiled during the night but there was no
one to see. There was only Jimmy, and Jimmy was asleep.

Shareff's daughter Marta, her husband Anton and their two children arrived
the next day for one of their periodic visits. Jimmy actually liked Anton
and they spent much of the morning together watching Little Anton play on
the terrace while Marta drove her father and the rest of the household
crazy with suggestions for redecorating and proper cleaning. Claudine,
Marta and Anton's daughter, spent her time alternating between the men on
the terrace and her mother in the house.

Anton enjoyed these visits at his father-in-law's house although he knew
that Marta could drive her father to distraction. He had figured out his
father-in-law long before Jim had moved in with him and made it obvious. He
also saw that Shareff's wealth and power long overshadowed any problems
that might be created by his taste in companions. He found Jim -- and Jimmy
-- to be rather interesting. He'd never run into a father and son who were
both that way. It made him wonder if perhaps Little Anton might turn out to
share his own tastes in pleasure. He'd never know, of course, since it
certainly wasn't anything you talked about with your son -- or anyone else
for that matter.

He also wondered if Little Anton might be carrying whichever of his
grandfather's genes it was which dictated his preference for partners. If
he did, and he was not man enough to ignore it, it would surely prove to be
a disaster for Anton's political career -- a disaster which would be
compounded tenfold by his wife. He shuddered to think of the consequences
and resolved that such a thing would not happen.

Marta, too, had figured out what her father was about and it drove her
crazy. Not that she minded his attachment to other men, that she saw as an
advantage since it precluded any chance of a second wife and the problems
that would create for her. No, her problem with her father was that he
didn't bother to hide his inclinations any more, especially since this man
James had come to live with him. She couldn't have him at any of the
parties at the embassy because he always insisted on bringing James along
and, in her circle, you just didn't do things like that. She'd tried
inviting him, twice, and both times he had refused to make any pretense
about living with the man accompanying him and always spoke of 'we'. It was
very frustrating to her, not to be able to show off her rich and powerful
father.

Now, with this house in the Caribbean, it was worse. There had been
articles in the papers and some of the news magazines about the house and
just who was going to live in it. One of the Paris magazines, she couldn't
remember which, had referred to 'the rich and powerful Shareff Agizz and
his constant companion'. She had written to them, complaining about the
reference and an editor had written back to say that it was a quite
commonly used euphemism; that, she had written back, was exactly the
problem. There had been no further correspondence.

 As to her son, she never gave a thought to his sexuality. He was, after
all, her son and a mother didn't think about things like that.

At lunch Marta merely picked at the lamb, complaining that it was under
done and had too much garlic. Ignoring Shareff's comment that the lamb was
prepared exactly as he had requested, she offered to send her own cook down
to give Ozala some pointers. She also suggested that both Shareff and Jim
go to Anton's tailor and have some properly fitting trousers made and
pointed out that Anton would never dream of wearing common jeans as they
did. Anton made no comment but secretly wished he could wear jeans. He
liked their casualness and the way they looked.

After lunch Marta developed a headache from the heat and had to go inside
and lie down. The others spent the afternoon out on the boat, letting
Little Anton drive and sharing some quiet companionship. Then, after
dinner, Marta, Anton and the children left, sent back to Ankara in
Shareff's plane.

"By God, if it weren't for Little Anton and Claudine I wouldn't let that
woman near this place," Shareff said, pouring brandy for Jim and
himself. "Sure you won't have one Jimmy?"

"No, Shareff, thanks. I'm going to bed soon; maybe I'll have one then, to
help me sleep."

"Nothing like a good brandy at bed time, is there?" Shareff laughed,
acknowledging that there were, indeed, other things. He looked at Jim and
pictured one of those things in his mind. He hoped Jimmy would not linger
too long before turning in.

Jimmy did not disappoint him and it was not long before he said his good
nights, poured a sizable brandy and went out, across the terrace to his
room. He found his bed had been turned down and a pair of silk shorts laid
out along with a pair of slippers. Jimmy put the silk shorts back in the
drawer since he no longer had a need to wear them to bed. His book was on
the bedside table along with a snifter of brandy and a bowl of the savory
olive crackers he was so fond of.

He was just getting out of the shower when there was a knock at the door
and Ishmael let himself in. He was carrying a large snifter of brandy on a
small tray.

"You have your brandy already," Ishmael said, his face falling.

"I have two," Jimmy said, wrapping a towel around his hips and producing
the snifter he'd had in the bathroom with him. "I brought one from the
house so there'd be one for you, too. I think Dalton must have left the
other one."

Ishmael's face broke into a smile. "One for me also? You are very kind." He
put his tray on the dresser, took a clean towel from the bathroom and began
to dry Jimmy's back.

Jimmy turned and held Ishmael at arm's length, studying him. His hair was
damp and he smelled faintly of the sandalwood soap he saved for special
occasions. He had a fresh uniform on, an older one, so tight Jimmy wondered
how he moved in it. His penis was clearly outlined under the light fabric
and it was beginning to grow, noticeably. Jimmy began to unbutton Ishmael's
uniform shirt. He was surprised to find Ishmael's chest densely covered
with long, silky hair. When he began with Ishmael's belt, Ishmael pulled
the towel from Jimmy's hips and put his hands on his ass, stroking and
petting the twin globes of flesh with great gentleness. Jimmy pushed
Ishmael's trousers down to find he was wearing nothing under them. The
silky hair covered Ishmael's belly too and frothed up in a luxuriant
thicket just above his dick. When he pushed the trousers free of Ishmael's
cock it sprang up, standing proudly out.

Jimmy took Ishmael's shoes and socks off and then helped him out of his
trousers. When he was completely naked Jimmy handed him one of the brandies
and asked him to walk around the room.

"Walk? Where am I going?" He was a little worried that he had misunderstood
and Jimmy was telling him to leave.

"You're not going anywhere. I just want to watch you walk. You are very
beautiful when you walk."

Ishmael straightened his shoulders and tilted his head back the way they'd
taught him at school and then he slowly marched around the room. His dick
had lost its rigidity and it hung heavily over his balls; when he marched
it swung back and forth, sometimes hitting his thighs with a soft plopping
sound. Jimmy couldn't tear his eyes away.

On his fourth circuit of the room Ishmael began to feel very self-conscious
so he stopped, saying he had to go to the bathroom. Jimmy asked if he could
come and watch.

Ishmael was instantly aroused. Other people liked to look at him,
especially when he was naked, but this was the first time anyone ever
wanted to watch him pee. He wasn't sure he could do it, either, because the
idea of being watched had made him hard again.

They went into the bathroom and Ishmael stood at the toilet with his dick
in his hand, intensely aware of Jimmy standing to the side, watching
him. For a while he didn't think he'd be able to do it but then, by
shutting his eyes and concentrating very hard, he managed to start a small
dribble. Once that happened, his bladder would not be denied and the
dribble became a strong stream, splashing into the water in the bowl. He
risked looking at Jimmy and found Jimmy's eyes shifting between his face
and his dick as though he couldn't make up his mind which was the more
beautiful.

When he was through Jimmy took a damp towel and carefully cleaned
him. Then, without thinking, Jimmy pulled him into his arms and kissed him.

Ishmael stiffened for just a moment but then he relaxed and kissed back,
his brandy scented tongue tracing the line of Jimmy's teeth. He made a
little noise in his throat and pressed himself against Jimmy, letting him
feel the growing hardness of his cock against his leg. Without breaking
their kiss Jimmy began to back out of the bathroom pulling Ishmael with him
until they were next to the bed. Ishmael broke the kiss so they could lower
themselves onto the bed without falling. Once on the bed they stretched out
on their sides, facing each other and Ishmael found Jimmy's mouth again,
kissing him until they were both breathing hard and feeling the beginnings
of warm pleasure.

Jimmy touched Ishmael's chest and found one of his dark nipples under the
mass of hair. When he touched it Ishmael arched his back and moaned with
pleasure. Jimmy slid down on the bed and took the nipple into his
mouth. Ishmael moaned again and pulled Jimmy's head tight against his
chest.

Jimmy's hands slid down Ishmael's back until they were resting on his
ass. The twin globes were firm and smooth and Jimmy knew he wanted in
between them. He always had, ever since that first time he was in Turkey
with Doug and they had taken Ishmael to bed. He rolled Ishmael onto his
belly so he could touch him with both hands. The flesh felt like polished
wood and Jimmy bent down so he could kiss it. He parted Ishmael's buns and
kissed him there, too, breathing in the scent of sandalwood and new
sweat. Ishmael was making odd noises in his throat but cried out when
Jimmy's tongue found his dark pucker. It wasn't long before Ishmael was
pushing back against Jimmy's tongue, letting him know he was ready.

Jimmy took a condom from the drawer of the bedside table and carefully
unrolled it over his aching cock. He lubricated it and rested it against
Ishmael's dark flower. He could feel Ishmael shiver with anticipation and
that made him all the more excited. He could already feel the little bubble
of pleasure beginning to expand inside him.

He was very gentle about it and, once the head of his cock had pressed past
the sphincter, Jimmy pushed in very slowly, hoping he wasn't hurting the
boy. When he was completely inside he lay still, so aware of the feel of
Ishmael under him that he was afraid to move for fear he would come right
then.

Ishmael almost couldn't believe the sensation. He'd dreamed of this, of
having a man inside him but even in his dreams he hadn't thought it would
feel like this. He hadn't known he would be so full of the man. He'd been
afraid of pain, too, but except for a small jolt as Jimmy had entered him
it was more wonderful than he could have imagined. When Jimmy began to
stroke in him he growled and pushed back against him, making him go deeper.

When Ishmael began to feel the pleasure Jimmy brought him it was all he
could do to control himself. He'd thought, that time with Jimmy and Doug,
that it was his hand on Jimmy's cock that brought him the pleasure, not
what Doug was doing. He knew now that he'd been very wrong.

He stopped thinking altogether when Jimmy began to hit something up inside
him. He began to shudder and squeezed down on Jimmy's dick with his
sphincter. Then it was all over and Ishmael entered a world of exquisite
pleasure and stayed there for what seemed a very long time.

When he finally did come back, Jimmy carefully withdrew and Ishmael rolled
onto his back, his dick still wet and sticky with his cum. He hadn't known
that could happen to a man without help and he'd had no idea that what
Jimmy had just done to him could make it happen. He looked at his dick in
wonderment, watching it slowly loose its rigidity.

After a shower they took their brandies and walked in the garden in the
moonlight. The soft light caught some water droplets in the hair on
Ishmael's chest, making him look like he had showered in tiny pearls. Jimmy
put his hand on Ishmael's ass, feeling it flex as they strolled on the
grassy path. "That was your first time, wasn't it? Doing that," he said,
just a little in awe.

Ishmael was glad for the moonlight so Jimmy wouldn't see him blush. "Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes. I didn't know..." Jimmy waited, taking a sip of his brandy. "I didn't
know it would bring such pleasure. Is it always like that?"

"No. It'll never be exactly like that again. But yes, it always brings
pleasure." That was a lie but Jimmy hoped Ishmael would never have to find
that out.

They went back to Jimmy's room. Jim, looking out his bathroom window, saw
them and smiled to himself. It was good, he thought. Good for both of them.

When they went back to bed they made love again only this time they changed
places. Later, when Ishmael confessed that he'd never done it that way
either, Jimmy decided he must have an instinct for it. He was a warm,
gentle lover and he had been delighted when he slipped his hand under Jimmy
and Jimmy promptly came in it.

Early in the morning, in the shower, Jimmy asked Ishmael why he'd stopped
shaving his body. Ishmael shrugged. "My friend has a woman now and he
doesn't like it anymore that I get hard when he touches me there." He
flexed his dick, making the point. "We used to have fun but..." He shrugged
again.

"Well, I think it's better this way. You look like a man now, not a
hairless boy." He squatted down and took Ishmael in his mouth. He might not
have been a boy but he came like one, even when he had to hurry and get
back to his quarters so he wouldn't be found out.  ------ The next week,
when he was home, Jimmy called David.

"This is just a curiosity question and I suppose it's really none of my
business but have you heard from Marta, Shareff's daughter?"

"Marta Bouley? World famous hostess, wife to the French Ambassador to
Turkey, daughter of the very rich and very powerful Shareff Agizz? That
Marta? Only about a hundred times. Why?"

It figured. "I just wondered. She was there last week, in Turkey, and
seemed to have an awful lot of opinions about Clear Harbor. I just wondered
if she'd passed any of them on to you."

David laughed. "Oh yes, lots of them. Is she some sort of nut case or what?
She sends me all these obscure little crayon drawings with notations on
them in French. I'm sorry Jimmy, but I don't read French. I also don't work
from crayon drawings. Isn't she allowed to have sharp objects?"

It was Jimmy's turn to laugh. "Sometimes I guess. Anyway, I just
wondered. She's never been there you know, to Clear Harbor."

"That's obvious from her drawings. But seriously Jimmy, what do you think I
should do about this. I don't want to cause trouble between her and her
father but I really am getting tired of looking at this stuff."

Jimmy thought for a minute. "I think what I'd do is send her a letter and
tell her that you aren't authorized to do anything on her say-so and that
you will have to begin billing her or her father for time spent on the
stuff she sends you. That should stop her and if it doesn't then go ahead
and send a bill to Shareff. He'll stop her fast."

"Good advice. New subject. Have you been down to the warehouse? I swear
we're going to make it on time. Maybe even a couple of days early if you
can believe that. The last of the guys should be out no later than October
fifteenth."

Jimmy was impressed. Projects like this always came in at least a month or
two behind schedule. "Great. The first of the owners can have possession
when?" He flipped through his calendar. "October twentieth to be on the
safe side?"

"Yea, piece of cake."

There was even better news from the office: of the forty-two condominiums
in the building, thirty-eight had been sold and there was firm interest on
two more. With two months yet to go it was almost certain that they'd all
be sold before any of them were occupied. Doug Barber Plaza would be the
most successful condominium project in the history of River City. Jimmy
decided to celebrate with a party. He had his secretary send out seventy
invitations and then he called Chez Lilly to discuss food.

The party turned out to be a great success. A little after midnight, when
everyone else had finally gone, David looked around at the chaos that was
once Jimmy's living room and poured himself a last glass of
champagne. "What do you suppose, a hundred people?" he asked.

"More like a hundred and fifty, probably. I invited a hundred and ten."
Jimmy went into the dining room and surveyed the buffet table. "And they
ate everything in sight," he called out. "I didn't even get to taste that
salmon pate."

"Shows they had a good time," David said, coming into the room and handing
Jimmy a glass. "The end of the champagne, or at least the end of what's
open."

Jimmy took the glass and raised it in a silent toast. "Thank you for
helping, David. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well, thank God we don't have to clean it all up, too. The caterers are
coming back tomorrow, aren't they?" He looked at the table with some
distaste.

"And the cleaning people. The place will look like new by noon." Jimmy took
a stale canapé and went to the window.

David put his glass down on a side table. "Well, I guess I'd better get
going."

"You can stay if you want," Jimmy said quietly, still looking out the
window.

David gave him a sharp look. "Could that be an invitation I just heard?"

Jimmy turned away from the window and went to him. "Yea, it
was. I... We... Oh hell, don't you think it's about time?"

David picked his glass up again and drained it. "Way past time in my
book. You mean it?"

Jimmy took the glass from him and put his arms around him. "Yes, silly, I
mean it." He took David by the hand and led him into the bedroom. "You want
to shower?"

David nodded. "I'd be nicer to be with. It was hot in there, even with the
windows open."

While David got in the shower Jimmy dug out clean towels and then went to
find a fresh bottle of champagne and some glasses. When he came back David
was just turning the water off.

"Oh no you don't. Turn that water back on."

David looked over the shower doors. "Why?"

"Because I'm going to get in there with you and wash your back. Do you
know, David, in all the years we've known each other," he opened the shower
doors, "I have never seen you with your pants off? Ever?" He reached into
the shower and turned the water back on. "Well, tonight's the night." He
stood back and looked David up and down, then made a turning motion with
his hand. David turned slowly around, the color rising in his cheeks.

"It occurs to me that you're right, Jimmy," David said, facing the water to
hide his rapidly engorging cock. "That being the case, it means that I have
never seen you with your pants off either." He turned to face Jimmy, trying
to be casual about holding a wash cloth in front of himself which Jimmy
found rather charming. Jimmy slipped his underwear off, tossed it into the
hamper and stepped into the shower.

"Well I'll be damned," David said, letting the cloth drop. "You're not
circumcised either." He stared at Jimmy's slowly rising dick. "How'd you
manage that?"

"My dad. He wouldn't let them do it."

"Your dad? But he's circumcised."

Jimmy picked up the soap and turned David around so he could wash his
back. "Would you like to tell me just how you happen to know the condition
of my dad's dick?"

David laughed. "Not what you think, Jimmy. Last time I was out at Clear
Harbor he and Shareff went for a swim. I saw him for a minute when he came
out of the water. Shareff too, for that matter."

"What'd you think?"

David turned around and hugged Jimmy, pulling their erections up between
them. "I think you got the best of the deal, although," he pulled back and
let their cocks jut out next to each other so he could compare, "he's maybe
a little bigger."

"You saw..."

"No, dummy. But I'm not so inexperienced I can't extrapolate." He stepped
aside and pushed Jimmy under the water. "Now come on. Rinse off and let's
go to bed."

They spent a long time exploring each other's bodies, learning where to
touch and how. They were almost identical in size, everywhere, and built
very much alike except that the down on David's chest and belly was reddish
while Jimmy's was dark brown. They thought Jimmy's foreskin might be a
shade longer than David's but agreed that a fair comparison couldn't be
made until they were soft-which didn't seem likely any time soon.

"You know, I don't even know what you like to do in bed," Jimmy said,
looking up from David's cock.

"I guess I like to do it all," David said, raising his hips just enough so
that the head of his cock slipped into Jimmy's mouth. "But I like fucking
best. Either way, preferably both."

Jimmy found himself excited by the way David used words like 'fucking'. He
and Doug and his dad rarely used them and he didn't even think them very
often. "What do you mean, 'either way'?" Jimmy knew damn well what he meant
but he wanted to hear David say it out loud.

"I mean, my sweet and innocent man, that I want to fuck you up the ass and
when I'm through I want you to take that big dick of yours and ride it in
me like I was a bronco." Jimmy took David's balls in his mouth and David's
voice got husky. "Or you can do that. All night if you want."

Jimmy let the balls slip out of his mouth and nipped lightly at the sack
making David shudder. "No, not all night. I want to get to the fucking
part." He slid up David's body and began nibbling on his nipples which he'd
already found out drove David up the wall.

"Oh, Pretty Man, if you keep that up you are very likely to make me come
and miss out on the first part of the fuck." He held Jimmy's head tight to
his chest and Jimmy nipped a little harder. He caught the other nipple with
his fingers and rolled it firmly between his thumb and forefinger. David
began to writhe on the bed, his breathing getting ragged and then he went
completely rigid. "Pretty Man? Have I told you I love you yet? I love you."
Jimmy felt David's cock spasm between them and hot, slick cum spread across
their bellies.

They lay still for a moment and then David asked if Jimmy had a
condom. Jimmy handed him one and David quickly unrolled it on him. He
pulled his foreskin back and lubed the condom with his own cum. Then he lay
back and raised his legs. Jimmy positioned his dick against the little
flower and gently pressed himself in until David's legs were pressed
against his chest and he felt David's balls in his pubic hair.

David started to say something but Jimmy cut it off with a kiss. "Wait," he
said against David's mouth. "It's my turn." He began to stroke in David,
slowly at first but then with increasing speed and force as David urged him
on. Sweat began to drip off his forehead and make tiny puddles on David's
chest. He tried to control himself but couldn't, the bubble was expanding
too fast to slow it down and then everything happened at once.

David bucked under him, his sphincter grabbing Jimmy's dick and trying to
hold on to it. Jimmy shouted something he couldn't hear very well because
of the roaring in his head. Then the bubble burst and a blanket of cold
fire began to race up and down his back. After that nothing happened for a
while except for long, slow tides of pleasure that kept washing over him.

In the shower again Jimmy gently washed the fresh cum off David's belly and
then turned him around and washed his dark little pucker with great
tenderness. When he was through he kissed it and then rose and put his arms
around David. "I guess I said..."

"Shh." David put his finger against Jimmy's lips. "We all say things in the
heat of..."

"Didn't you mean what you said?"

David nodded. "I guess my little secret's finally out. But that doesn't
mean..."

"No, it doesn't. But I had a secret too. So secret even I didn't know it
until tonight." He held David close. "I really do love you, David. Why it
took me so long to figure it out I'll never know but suddenly, tonight, in
the shower earlier, I knew it. I just didn't know how to tell you. Or even
if I should tell you. Sometimes old friends just want... Just want to be
old friends."

David grinned. "Not this old friend, Pretty Man. This old friend wants to
wake up every morning looking at your goofy face and wash your back in the
shower and buy you rubbers by the truck load so I can fuck you silly all
the time you're not doing it to me. That's what this old friend wants. Now,
what do you want?"

"You. Your heart. Your soul." He ran his hand down David's flank and across
his crotch. "Your dick and your ass. Oh, I forgot. Your tits, too."

"Yours, all of them. You also get unruly hair, nearsighted eyes, and
assorted neuroses and quirks. The whole package."

They got out of the shower and dried each other off. Jimmy groaned when he
noticed the clock on the lavatory counter. It read three fifty-six. "We
have to be up and out of here in four and a half hours." David cocked his
head in a question. "The caterers and cleaners. They will be here at
eight-thirty and I do not want to be here with them."

"Then it's to bed and to sleep. We'll have lots of time to fuck later."

They didn't actually sleep much; it was more like dozing and even so, they
made each other come again, just by touching and fondling. And when they
came they rubbed it on their skin so they'd smell like each other.

As soon as the people came to clean Jimmy and David went out to
breakfast. They went to a greasy spoon and ate like construction workers
after a long day at work and then they went for a walk along the river and
tried to figure out what to do next.

"What I don't understand is how we let people know," David said, leaning on
a railing at the edge of the river. "I'm going to hate those long, awkward
silences that are bound to happen when we run into people we know."

"I suppose we could send out announcements," Jimmy said. "You know, those
little buff colored cards with the centered engraving: 'Mr. David Langford
and Mr. James Keith, Jr. are pleased to announce that they are now sharing
life and bed. Gifts should be sent to...' Uh, your place or mine?"

"See? That's another problem. Where are we going to live? I don't know,
Jimmy. Maybe we should call it off and go back to leading the sad,
desperate lives of lonely older men."

"Too late. I'm no longer sad, desperate, lonely or older. I'm in love. I'm
also horny. Let's go to your place."

They slept afterwards and for most of the rest of the day. At seven they
decided to go to dinner at the city's most pretentious, but best, gay
restaurant. Jimmy called for reservations while David got ready.

"Why are you still in your jeans?" David asked, coming out of the bedroom
knotting his tie.

Jimmy popped his buttons and shoved his jeans and shorts down around his
knees. 'I thought this might be a little informal for Le Poulet but if you
don't think so..."

David knelt and kissed Jimmy's cock. "You could probably get away with it,
that thing's so pretty. Every waiter in the place would be crowded around
our table offering you service."

"Maybe. But actually I'd planned to go by my place on our way and see what
I have that's clean."

"As I remember from last night's little round of comparisons, you can
probably just shop my closets. Come on."

He was right. From shoes to shirts, underwear to suits, everything might as
well have been made for Jimmy. "I never dreamed you had this many ties,"
Jimmy said, looking through them. "Have you ever thrown one away?"

"Once. It was a hand painted souvenir of Cleveland which, if you reversed
it, had a picture of a naked woman on it. I only wore it once."

"Where did... Never mind, I don't want to know. How about this one? Do you
think it goes with this suit?"

"Looks good. Let me see, Jerry Angerberg gave me that one. Christmas. You
know, Jerry and Arnold?"

"Of course I know them. They were at the party last night, remember?"

"No. I spent the whole evening feeling sorry for myself because I loved you
and didn't stand a chance."

Le Poulet was crowded and even though they had a reservation they had to
wait in the bar. Jimmy went to get drinks and came back to find David
talking with none other than Jerry and Arnold. Conversation stopped when he
handed David his drink and suddenly Jerry and Arnold were passing
significant looks between themselves.

"You see?" David said to Jimmy. "I told you. And nary an engraved
announcement card in sight." He turned to Jerry and Arnold. "This is far
too complicated to explain, especially the tie and that little bit of
whisker burn on Jimmy's cheeks. But it will all become clear at our first
anniversary party next year."

"Congratulations, both of you," Jerry said, shaking hands with each of
them.

"And about time, too," Arnold said. "We were all beginning to think you'd
never manage it."

They were spared further social analysis by being called to their table.

After dinner they went back to Jimmy's on the theory that the sheets there
would be clean. They were. Jimmy found another bottle of champagne while
David put on some quiet music and then they got into bed and propped
themselves up against the headboard.

"I'm so glad you like this stuff," Jimmy said, toasting David. "Dad and
Shareff always have it around and Shareff, bless his heart, sends it to me
by the case. I think he owns the winery."

"Speaking of your dad and Shareff... Well, speaking of your dad mostly..."

Jimmy drank his champagne and refilled his glass. Why now? He looked at
David and said, "I was kind of hoping to defer talking about my dad until a
little later in our relationship."

"Why, won't he approve? Does he think..."

"It's very complicated, David. Much more complicated than your tie and my
whisker burn."

David laughed. "Nothing's more complicated than that, Pretty Man. Now come
on, talk."

Jimmy mentally shrugged his shoulders and thought, no time like the
present. "David, my dad and I have a very special... relationship." He
turned and looked David in the eye. "Do you really love me?"

David read the seriousness in Jimmy's voice and dropped the banter. "Yes, I
do. Deeply."

Jimmy leaned back against his pillow. "I love you, too. And I love my
dad. The same way."

It took a moment for David to sort it out. "You mean..."

"Yes. For eighteen or nineteen years now. Wait. Before you say anything. I
started it, not him. And once I... did I... we realized..." He stopped and
sipped his wine. "This is very hard to talk about."

"Jimmy? Let me tell you something. Ever since I went away to college I've
never even heard from my dad. Not a note, not a phone call, not a birthday
card. I call him sometimes and it's okay, we talk and he tells me about how
he went fishing with his buddies or he and his wife went to the races or
whatever. But he never calls me. He really doesn't care. So tell me about
your dad who loves you. I would have given a lot, years ago, if my dad
would have given me a hug and said, 'Hey, kid, you're okay'."

"David, that's terrible." Jimmy shivered despite the warm night.

"No it's not. Lots of father's--mothers too for that matter--are that way."
He shrugged and looked at Jimmy. "You and your dad are lovers." It wasn't a
question.

Jimmy nodded. "But it's really more complicated than that." He
laughed. "Makes sense. What in my life isn't complicated?"

"Me."

Jimmy leaned over and kissed him. "Thank God."

"So where does Shareff fit into this and what about Doug? Did he know about
you and your dad?"

"Oh, yes. He knew. Actually he figured it out for himself."

"How did he manage that?"

"Well, I sort of sent him down to the lake and dad... Well, dad took him to
bed. I never was exactly sure just who seduced whom."

"Doug, too?"

Jimmy nodded. "I know this sounds weird and I suppose we weren't exactly
your normal family circle but yea, Doug too. He and dad and I were
lovers. I guess they loved each other as much as I loved each of them. See
what I mean? It's complicated."

"What about Shareff?"

"He's different. See, Shareff is pretty much a monogamous man. He just
doesn't have any desire to go to bed with anyone other than my dad so it
really hasn't come up. He knows dad plays around here and there and he
honestly doesn't mind. It's just that... Well, he just doesn't know who it
is that dad plays with."

"And where do you suppose I will fit into all this."

"Right where you are, in bed beside me. And once in a while I'll go off and
spend a night or two with my dad. Look, David, we both bring a lot of
baggage with us. My dad is part of mine."

"And a nice piece of baggage he is, too," David said with a smile. He put
his arms around Jimmy and pulled him close. "And whether or not you believe
it, I really don't mind about him; not as long as I get to sleep with you
whenever I want. Sleep, by the way, is a code word. It means fuck." He ran
his hand over Jimmy's body and took hold of his dick. "You want to sleep?"

A couple of weeks later Jim and Shareff were in Dallas and, since Shareff
was going to be in business meetings for a couple of days, Jim decided to
fly out and spend the time at the lake. Jimmy was going to be in meetings
of his own the day Jim was to arrive so David agreed to pick him up and
take him to the lake where Jimmy would meet them in the evening.

"Actually, it's not too bad," David said to Jimmy. "I have several things I
need to talk with him about and this'll be a good chance. He's got to make
a decision about that little drawing room with the garden."

"Good. Tell him about us too, okay?"

"Oh, sure. I can see it now, the two of us, sitting uncomfortably on
straight backed chairs, perhaps with small glasses of sherry. Probably
sweet sherry." He grimaced and lowered his voice an octave or
two. "'Mr. Keith, my intentions toward your son are nothing but honorable
and I seek your blessing. I am kind, loyal, obedient and will make a fine
son-in-law'. Sure I will."

Jimmy laughed. "Why not? Shareff did it."

"What?" He thought for a moment. "You're kidding."

"No. He did. Of course we were both naked and he kept distracting me by
fiddling with that big old cock of his, but yea, that's essentially what he
did."

"Be that as it may, Pretty Man, but he's your dad and you can tell him. As
for me, I'm keeping my pants on."

Little did he know.

The drive down to the lake was a pleasant one and they did make a number of
decisions about Clear Harbor on the way, including the color of the little
drawing room. It would be yellow, Jim's favorite.

When they got to the lake they found that it had turned very warm and
decided a swim was definitely indicated. When David came out of the house
wearing swim trunks, baggy ones at that, Jim stopped him.

"Nice try son, but no suits allowed. You want to swim in your clothes, you
have to go to another beach."

David sighed and stripped off the suit while Jim watched him with an
appraising eye.

When they came out of the water they laid in the sun to dry off. "We going
to go on like this forever, son?" Jim asked quietly. "Architect and
client?" He chuckled. "'Yes' is an acceptable answer."

"What are the alternatives?" David stretched in the sun and wondered if it
had been a wise question.

"We could be buddies. Or friends. Or, for that matter, we could chuck the
whole question and just go to bed together."

They lay in silence for a while, looking at each other through slitted
eyes. Jim's dick began to thicken and grow longer.

David stretched again and pulled on his cock. "How about right here, on the
lawn?"

"If you want." They were suddenly all over each other, touching, and
kissing and sucking on one another. Jim produced a condom from somewhere
and then he was in David, pushing his dick in until David was filled with
it and then pushing in more. When it was all there, all inside he pulled
David into his crotch and began to move in him with short, jabbing strokes
until David thought he might scream with the pleasure.

Jim stopped, just short of making David come, and they rested a moment
before Jim started again, this time with long, slow, even strokes, almost
pulling out and then slowly pushing back in until David was filled with him
again. When he sensed that David was close he slowed and shortened his
strokes so he could keep David there, right on the brink of orgasm. After a
while his own pleasure began to overwhelm him so he let them go, together.

Afterward, after Jim had withdrawn, they lay close together in the warm
fall sun. "Mr. Keith?"

Jim leaned over and kissed him. "I think you can call me Jim now, son."

"Yes, but not yet. Not while I'm asking you for your son."

"So. He love you?" David nodded. "You love him?"

David nodded again. "For a long time. I think we'll be happy together." He
paused, not knowing how to say it. Finally he just did. "I'm not taking him
away from you."

Jim laid back and stared at the deep blue of the sky. "He told you? About
us, him and me?"

"Yes, sir. And Doug too. I know it won't be the same with me because
nothing's ever the same. But maybe..."

Jim sighed and gestured, taking in their naked bodies. "Was this
because..."

David shrugged. "It was going to be. It turned out differently."

A smile flickered over Jim's face. "Welcome to the family, David. Be happy
with him."

It began to cool after a while so they went inside to take a shower.

"This has to be one of your best ideas ever," Jim said as he turned on the
water.

"The one at Clear Harbor is going to be even better. Bigger and with plants
and a spa inside. Kind of like the one I did for Jimmy and Doug only
better. I've had some experience with them now, and better ideas."

Jim lathered up the hair on his chest and belly and then soaped up his
dick. It felt good and his dick began to respond. When he'd rinsed he saw
that David's cock was fully hard again. He reached out and took it in his
hand, slipping the foreskin down the shaft. "Just like Jimmy's." David
stepped closer until their cockheads touched and Jim moved the skin
forward, first covering the head of David's cock and then his own. He moved
the skin back and forth a couple of times and then dropped to his knees so
he could take it in his mouth.

David took hold of Jim's head and gently stroked his dick in and out of
Jim's mouth. Then he got on the floor and twisted around so they could suck
on each other. He concentrated on Jim's dick, trying to control himself but
it didn't work; Jim wouldn't let it work. Suddenly he was on the edge again
and then he was over it, his body jerking wildly and his dick spasming in
Jim's mouth.

Jim thought he was doing pretty well controlling himself but then when
David came in his mouth he completely lost it and returned the favor. When
they were finally still they stayed on the floor for a while, faces in
crotches, enjoying the feel of the water beating on them.

When Jimmy arrived he found them sitting in the kitchen, watching the news
on TV and sharing a beer. "You guys have a good day?" he asked, kissing
each of them in turn.

"Yea, we did," Jim answered.

David went out to the car with Jimmy to help carry things in. "Well," Jimmy
said as soon as they were out of the house. "How'd it go."

David grinned. "Great. He fucked the shit out of me and then gave you to me
as a chattel slave. Then we went upstairs and blew each other in the
shower. My God, how does he do that?"

"With great skill, my love. With great skill. I'd think you might have
noticed."

"I did but that's not what I mean. The stamina that man has. God, I'll bet
he could do it again." He carefully lifted the caterer's trays from the
car.

"I'd take that bet but it wouldn't be fair. Besides, you'll see for
yourself later. Are we sleeping with him?

"Yes, we're sleeping with him. And I'm sure he is going to come again and
I'm equally sure that between the two of you I'm probably going to go into
sensory overload."

He was right, on all points.

----To be continued

As always, comments, suggestions (and criticisms too) are most welcome.
Greg
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