Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2000 15:28:40 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy, Chapter Seventeen

Jim and Jimmy
A novel by Greg Bowden
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"They looked into each other's eyes and they saw love."

Christmas that year was spent in the Caribbean but not at Clear Harbor; the
compound on the island wasn't quite finished. In the meantime Shareff had
arranged for a large suite at the beach club. Ishmael, who had taken to
running a boat in the same way the boat had taken to the water, also was
brought along to check out the harbor and play with his new toy.

The day after Christmas, Jim and Shareff went over to Clear Harbor to
explore a little while Jimmy and David laid around the pool at the club.
Jimmy had given David a new bathing suit for Christmas and David was
anxious to wear it. The suit, which had been custom made to Jimmy's design,
was cut so that David's dick, instead of hanging down over his balls, laid
off to the side, across his thigh and the suit was cut loose in front, so
that his dick flopped around when he walked. The back of the suit, on the
other hand, was tight, hugging David's buns and separating them
slightly. David wore it wonderfully.

"You may not be able to wear that suit much," Jimmy said when they were
settled on lounges by the pool.

"Why not? They seem to like it." He nodded toward two couples at the other
side of the pool. All four of them were giving him the once over.

"I know, but it gives me a hard-on, watching you walk in it. From the back
your buns flex and from the front your dick flops around."

"That's why I love it. It's almost like being naked out here." David
shifted a little, giving the people across the pool a slightly different
view.

"My God, I've created a monster."

"Not yet but you will if you don't stop talking about my dick." He flexed
it and Jimmy could see it was growing. The people on the other side of the
pool evidently saw it too because the men suddenly took their wives into
the bar.

Jimmy laughed and threw a towel across himself to hide his own growing
excitement.

At the same time, Ishmael was maneuvering the boat up to the dock that had
been built on the island to accommodate it. Jim jumped onto the dock and
Shareff handed him the picnic hamper before telling Ishmael to return for
them in four hours or so. Ishmael nodded and carefully backed the boat away
from the dock under their watchful eyes. He turned it around and slowly
moved out of the little harbor that gave the island its name. Once clear of
the harbor and out of sight around the island, however, he gunned the
engine and took off, giving the boat its head. He loved this boat and he
could feel its love for him. They made a good team.

Being the day after Christmas, Jim and Shareff had the island to
themselves, probably the only time that would ever happen. They climbed up
to the house and stood on the broad terrace that met the steps. "Pretty
impressive," Jim said, taking Shareff's hand.

"Yes. Do you like it, now that you see it?"

Jim laughed. "Would you have it torn down if I didn't?"

"Yes." He was serious.

Jim put his arms around him and held him close. "It's very handsome,
Shareff. Almost as handsome as you." He kissed him.

"Come," Shareff said, a little short of breath, "let's look around."

They wandered through the almost finished house and the more they saw the
more they knew they were going to be happy there. It was a masterful
creation and Shareff made a mental note to add a large bonus to David's
fee.

They walked out onto a narrow terrace which faced the sea and took
advantage of the constant breeze. A pile of drop cloths caught their eyes
and they both had the same idea at the same time. This lovely spot would
never be reliably private again, once the house was staffed.

They undressed each other slowly and with mounting passion, as though for
the first time. It was often this way with them, perhaps because they had
found each other late in life and were still amazed that they had found
each other at all. In any case, by the time they were naked they were both
erect and every touch had become electric.

They sank down on the pile of canvas and took each other in their mouths
for a long moment. When Shareff began to shiver Jim moved lower, first
sucking Shareff's large balls into his mouth, one at a time, and then lower
still, until his tongue found the dark flower hidden between the hard
globes of Shareff's ass.

Shareff opened his mouth and backed away from Jim's dick, leaving it with a
thick coat of his saliva. Jim turned and placed his cockhead against the
dark flower which immediately relaxed and opened to him, welcoming him
inside. When his dick was buried deep inside Shareff, Jim bent forward and
kissed him, moving his tongue in Shareff's mouth the way he was moving his
dick in Shareff's ass. Shareff moaned and clutched at Jim's hips, pulling
him deeper inside. Jim's dick found the spongy knob up inside Shareff and
pressed against it with each stroke. Shareff's cock began leaking fluid
onto his belly, matting the thick dark curls there. He didn't dare touch
himself.

Every sense seemed to sharpen as their pleasure slowly pushed them towards
orgasm. The light breeze ruffled the curls on Shareff's chest and brushed
across Jim's back, feeling like the touch of angels. The smell of the lime
trees which lined the terrace was sweet in their nostrils while the sound
of the sea on the beach below seemed to wash over them like the waves that
created it. They looked into each other's eyes and they saw love.

Shareff let go with a great sigh. His testicles pulled themselves up
against the base of his dick and, unable to contain it any longer, released
their burden. He felt that burden flow through him like a turbulent flame,
mixing with other fluids inside him until it, and the pleasure washing over
him, forced his muscles to contract and eject it. His muscles were strong
and the fluid sprayed out with great force, landing in the fur on Jim's
chest and then slowly dripping back, making Shareff's dark hair shine in
the sunlight.

Shareff's sigh was all it took to push Jim over the edge. Even before the
first of Shareff's cum wet his chest Jim was shooting his own white pearls
inside Shareff and crying out with the pleasure of it all.

Afterward they walked down to the beach and swam in the warm surf. Then
they had their lunch, lying naked in the sand in front of their new home.

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While Shareff and Jim were admiring their new house, David and Jimmy were
admiring Ishmael. He'd come out, in very tight white nylon briefs with a
black triangle at the crotch, and dived into the pool. After twenty fast
laps he had pulled himself out, ordered a beer from one of the pool boys
and was now dozing in the sun.

"Looks like I have some competition," David said, nodding towards
Ishmael. "That triangle is a stroke of genius. I'll bet it absorbs the heat
of the sun a lot faster than the white part thus insuring that his dick is
always warm. And all that fur. I thought your dad and Shareff had hair but
Ishmael makes them look positively chest bald."

Jimmy laughed. "Yea, I'm glad body hair is back in fashion. At least on
Ishmael."

"Back in fashion?" David asked. "What does that mean?" Jimmy waited,
knowing it would come. It did. "You mean he used to shave? His chest?"

"Everywhere but his head. And his pubic hair, of course, but that was
trimmed short and shaped into a cute little triangle that pointed at his
dick. Like the one on his bathing suit only higher."

"Son-of-a-gun," David said to himself. "That explains it."

"Explains what? Don't tell me you..."

David grinned. "Oh, I did, Pretty Man. That first time we went to Turkey. I
was getting ready for bed and he brought me a brandy."

"He has a thing about brandy, evidently."

"He brought you brandy too?"

"Um hum. Once with morning coffee. Go on, I want to hear about you and
Ishmael."

David smiled. "Do you like titillating stories? I have a lot of them,"

Jimmy laughed. "I'll just bet you do. But the Ishmael story is the one I
want to hear right now."

"There's actually not a whole lot to tell. He came in with the brandy and
then kind of hung around, you know, like he had something on his mind. I
certainly had something on my mind and since I was the one without any
pants on it was my thoughts which began to show." He looked across the pool
at Ishmael and chuckled. "The little tease waited until I was half hard
before he even unbuttoned his shirt."

"Don't look now David, but he's doing it to you again." Jimmy signaled one
of the pool boys. "I think you need something with ice to cool you down."
He ordered gin-and-tonics.

When the pool boy had gone David said, "I'll finish quickly, before I get a
real hard-on and embarrass myself. What would I do if there was a fire or
something and I had to run?"

"You'd rip your suit to shreds and then probably frighten the grounds
keepers. Now get on with your story."

"Well, once he saw I was really interested he simply undressed and lay down
on the bed. No little striptease, no shy hiding behind the door,
nothing. He just took his clothes off and got on the bed. I did the same
except for the clothes part and then I gave him a blow job I'll bet he
still has wet dreams about."

Jimmy's dick was beginning to stir and he surreptitiously adjusted it. He'd
been on the receiving end of that same blow job quite a few times himself.

"Anyway, I thought there was something odd about his hair. It was all the
same length, even under the arms and around his dick and it was, I don't
know, wiry I guess."

The pool boy, standing behind David, smiled and wondered what the hell they
were talking about. If they want to see hair, he thought to himself, they
ought to take a look at that guy across the pool in the white bathing suit;
now he has hair. He cleared his throat, and served the drinks.

"It must have been just growing out," Jimmy said, sipping his drink. "Tell
me something, did he, uh reciprocate?"

David smiled with the memory. "He was very sweet about that. When the smoke
stopped coming out of his ears he took me in hand and jerked me off, quite
efficiently. I had the impression, though, that he did it mostly because he
was interested in my foreskin. You don't see many of those in Turkey. Same
with you?"

"Pretty much, only Doug was there too and Ishmael didn't have a hair on his
body." He told the story of that time he and Doug had taken Ishmael to
bed. By the time he finished he'd noticed two things: telling the story
gave him a hard-on and it was okay to talk about Doug. Both things made him
happy.

------To be continued
As always, all comments, suggestions and criticisms will be greatly
appreciated.
Greg
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