Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 17:38:14 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy Chapter Eighteen

Jim and Jimmy
A novel by Greg Bowden
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Will mine get big, like that?"

A couple of weeks later, back home, Jimmy and David were having lunch at Le
Poulet and somehow got back on the subject of Ishmael. Jimmy told him about
the last time Ishmael had been in his bed.

"I swear to God, I never thought I'd be the first for any guy, it just
never occurred to me. But there I was, the first man who'd ever been inside
him. And he liked it, David. He liked it a lot."

David slid his hand up Jimmy's leg, under the table. "With a dick like
that, Pretty Man, he couldn't help but like it. Did you make him come?"

"I did." Jimmy didn't know which was making him hard, remembering that
night with Ishmael or David's hand on his thigh. Either way, it was very
exciting.

"Did you return the favor and turn over for him?" His hand wandered higher
on Jimmy's thigh, stopping just short of his dick.

Jimmy sighed and pushed his plate away. He wasn't hungry any more, at least
not for food. "Yea, later, after a walk in the garden. He loved it. He said
it was his first time for that, too. If it was then he's a natural
lover. He was very good at it." His dick flexed involuntarily and began to
leak.

"You suppose he'd like to do it again?" He moved his hand higher, petting
Jimmy's hardness.

"With us you mean?" Jimmy was breathing noticeably harder now.

"Would you like that? You could slip your dick up his ass. Maybe I could
help by slipping my dick up your ass at the same time."

Jimmy tossed his napkin on the table. "Let's get out of here. We need a
bed."

David paid the check while Jimmy attempted to compose himself. It didn't do
much good -- anyone looking at him as he walked out could tell he was
coming off a hard-on and the wet spot on his jeans, just below the dick,
showed just how excited he'd been.

Jimmy was looking for a cab when David suddenly pulled him into a
store. They rode the escalators up to the fifth floor: Home
Furnishings. "What..." David cut him off with a shake of the head.

They walked through the room displays. When they got to the back where the
bedroom displays were Jimmy's mouth went dry. He thought he knew what David
had in mind and it scared him. It also excited the hell out of him.

Suddenly David's arms were around him and his tongue was in Jimmy's mouth,
silencing him as they fell onto one of the bed displays. He ripped Jimmy's
jeans open and turned him over, pulling his jeans and shorts down just
below his ass. There was a moment of fumbling and then Jimmy felt David's
dick, pushing urgently into him. In a moment David was lying on him, his
dick thrusting deep into his ass.

Jimmy turned his head and almost cried out; there was a man standing on the
other side of the bed watching them. The man looked around and then opened
his suit pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard, the head flared out
like a crimson mushroom.

David was thrusting harder now, jamming himself as far into Jimmy's ass as
he could and then pulling back so he could jam it in again.

The man in the suit was playing with his cock, slowly jacking off as he
watched the performance on the bed.

Jimmy's dick was cramped in his shorts and jeans, the denim pulled tight
under his ass. Every time David shoved his dick into Jimmy, Jimmy's dick
rubbed against his silk underwear shooting sparks of electricity through
his balls. It was all over before he knew it. His back arched and he bit
down on his hand to keep from crying out. His orgasm was short but
extremely intense. Somewhere in the middle of it he felt David come, his
dick bucking and spasming in his ass.

The man in the suit came too, shooting long white ropes of cum across the
mattress. His cock was still dripping when he shoved it back in his
trousers and zipped up. Then he was gone.

David pulled out of Jimmy's ass, pushed his dick back in his shorts and
buttoned his jeans, all in one fluid motion, not bothering to take the
condom off. Then he pulled Jimmy off the bed and pulled up the back of his
jeans so he could button up. Jimmy wasn't half done when there was a polite
cough behind them.

"Are you gentlemen interested in a bed? That one is on sale this week."

David turned around and said, "No, I don't think so. I don't think its
quite..."

He was interrupted by another salesman, the one who had been
watching. "Sorry, Sam, these are my customers. I just went to look
something up for them." The other salesman gave a curt nod and turned on
his heel.

"God, that was hot," the salesman said quietly. "Oh, here. You might want
this." He held out a paper towel out to Jimmy. David took the towel and
rubbed Jimmy's hair with it and then held it up.

"Hell of a shot, guy." Then he wiped off the mattress where the rest of the
salesman's cum had fallen. "Thanks for the demo but I don't think it's what
we want just now." He winked. "Even if it is on sale."

The salesman handed David a card. "You ever want to try out another one,
ask for me. I'll uh, see what I can do to help."

When they left the store David insisted they go on down the street to a bar
they knew, one that had a back room Jimmy had often visited.

"You are perverse, you know that? Here I am, my shorts soaked and reeking
of cum and you want to stop for a drink?"

"Yea. I want everyone to smell you and wonder what we've been up to. Come
on."

Jimmy ordered gin, something he never did in the afternoon. They sat at the
bar and looked at each other in the mirror, sipping their drinks. Suddenly
Jimmy began to laugh. "Do you realize what we just did? You just..." He
grabbed David's arm and lowered his voice. "You just fucked the hell out of
me in the middle of a department store full of people and let a salesman
watch you do it." He clicked his glass against David's. "This, my love,
cries out for champagne."

"Oh, thank God." David signaled the bartender who managed to find a dusty
bottle of cheap champagne in the beer cooler. He wouldn't open it though,
until David paid for the whole bottle. Then the only thing he could find to
serve it in was rocks glasses.

"What did you mean, 'Oh, thank God'?" Jimmy asked when the champagne was
served.

David lifted his glass. "To the prettiest man in the world and the only
one, I think, who's ever really understood me." He touched Jimmy's glass
and then sipped. The stuff wasn't nearly as bad as he'd anticipated. "So,"
he said, putting his glass on the bar and looking directly at Jimmy. "Our
little excursion into the Home Furnishings Department didn't put you off?"

Jimmy shook his head. "It scared the hell out of me, though. Especially
when I saw that guy watching. Until he took his cock out, then he only
added to the excitement. Jesus, I don't think I ever came that hard
before."

"It's always that way, hard and fast. I suppose it's the edge of fear that
does it."

"You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Well, not exactly like that. I mean, not in the Home Furnishings
Department but yea, I've done something like it a few times." He
unconsciously pulled at his cock and had a sudden wet sensation. It took
him just a moment before he laughed. "I just let the damn rubber slip off
and now my crotch is all full of cum. Like yours."

"Now you know what I've been feeling for the past thirty minutes. Don't
worry, it begins to dry pretty quick. It also glues your hairs together so
they pull when you move. What did you do that was something like it?"

David refilled their glasses and then offered some of the champagne to the
bartender and a good looking guy sitting a couple of stools away. Neither
accepted. "I let a guy watch me jerk off on a bus. He loved it and almost
came in his pants when I shot off into my handkerchief. Then I blew a guy
in a doorway on Calahan Street once, at lunch time when it's crowded. I
squatted in a corner and he stood in front of me and stuck his dick in my
mouth. The first time was when a guy blew me in the back row of an
airplane. It took about thirty seconds and I thought the top of my head
would come off when I came. That's what got me started."

Jimmy looked thoughtful for a moment. "Yea. You told me one time. You said
you only had one quirk and that was that you liked to fuck in public. I
never did know what you meant by that."

"You do now, Pretty Man. You want to do it again?"

"Not today." Jimmy emptied his glass. "What I want now is a shower, your
ass and some clean underwear. In that order." He paused and then smiled at
David. "But maybe another day? When an opportunity presents itself?"

"I'll keep my eye out. As for the rest, how about my ass before the
shower. I love the way you smell."

They took the champagne bottle with them, a souvenir of their first public
fuck.

----------

In April David was guest of honor at what Shareff and Jim termed a Grand
House Party at Clear Harbor. They had invited a few influential business
and political people -- who were only staying for a couple of days -- and
several others who might have been important or rich or powerful but were
invited because they were friends and Shareff and Jim enjoyed their
company. The friends would come late in the week, but first it was
business. Marta and Anton would be there too, with the influential business
and political people.

Jimmy and David flew into Barbados where they found a car waiting to take
them to the dock. At the dock they found Ishmael, resplendent in a white
uniform, waiting to take them out to Clear Harbor.

On the way out Jimmy looked Ishmael over and said, "You are very handsome
in your new uniform, Ishmael."

Ishmael nodded and grinned at them both. "Wait until Wednesday, when the
friends come. I will be even more handsome with a better uniform, not so
loose as this." He tugged at the trousers, pulling them taut in his
crotch. "You see, I could get two of me in here."

"I see they made you put on some underwear, too."

"Oh yes. So I don't look like a man down there. Wait until Wednesday." He
beamed at them.

"I can't wait," David said. "But I can't imagine you more handsome than you
are now."

They were met at the dock by a local man dressed in a uniform similar to
Ishmael's only without the gold buttons and the dark blue tie. "Welcome to
Clear Harbor, gentlemen," he said, taking their luggage from Ishmael. "I am
Kingston. Please." He gestured to the stairway leading up to the terrace.

They were met on the terrace by Dalton who looked, for all the world, like
he was greeting guests at the door to Buckingham Palace. "Mr. David and
Mr. Jimmy. We're so glad you will be with us." He ushered them into the
entry hall. "I believe you are expected in the salon. Shall I lead the
way?"

"That's okay, Dalton, I think we can find it," David laughed. "Unless
they've changed something I don't know about?"

Dalton flashed one of his rare smiles. "An unthinkable occurrence,
sir. Dinner will be at eight, on the South terrace."

They found Shareff and Jim entertaining Marta and Anton and two other
couples they didn't know. After hugs with Jim and Shareff, and handshakes
with Marta and Anton, they were introduced to the others. One was president
of the company that had built the compound, a company Shareff owned, and
the other was managing partner of a banking group. Both men were in their
fifties, tan and athletic looking and dressed in well cut white shorts and
pullovers. The wife of the banker matched her husband, looking like she
spent a great deal of time on the tennis courts and dressed in shorts and
top identical to her husband's. The builder's wife was another story. She
was at least twenty years younger than her husband and dressed in a
provocatively low cut short dress and wearing a great deal of jewelry, all
of which looked to be real. Her most athletic activity was probably buffing
her nails. She kept looking at Jim through slitted eyes, trying to figure
out his position in the house.

Dalton came in with gin-and-tonics for David and Jimmy. " I trust you had
no trouble making your way," he said when he served them. He had a
completely straight face when he said it but they could see a twinkle in
his eye.

Three other couples arrived a short while later, all of the husbands
business associates of Shareff's. Jim, who didn't know any of them, was
introduced by Shareff as 'my partner'. The nature of the partnership was
left open to speculation.

Tiring of business talk, Jimmy and David excused themselves to freshen
up. Several of the wives followed their lead although the builder's wife
remained with the men, displaying her admittedly good legs to advantage and
enjoying the covert looks she was getting from several of the men.

Although Jimmy had seen the plans and even walked through what were now
referred to as 'the young men's quarters', he wasn't prepared for the
finished product. The two main rooms, a bedroom and a sitting room, were
large and airy with French doors opening onto a small terrace which faced
the sea. From the terrace there was a stone stairway, complete with a
classical balustrade, leading to the beach. At one end, near the bedroom,
was a small tiled pool with a grouping of classical statuary at its far
side. When a hidden valve was opened water flowed into the pool from the
penis's of the statues, which made Jimmy laugh every time he looked at
it. The pool was designed for sitting in the cool water and, if desired,
could be turned into a spa by activating a heater. The building, separated
from the main house by gardens, was also set at an angle so the terrace was
completely private.

"Oh, David, it's the most beautiful place I've ever seen."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Pretty Man. Come here." David led him to a
second set of French doors. "The bathroom," he said, opening the
doors. Outside -- and it was outside, there being no roof -- was a small,
walled tropical garden, one side open to the sea.

"Bathroom?" Jimmy said, looking around. It was nothing like the one David
had designed for the penthouse. For one thing, there were no discernible
fixtures.

"Over here," David said, leading him into the garden and stopping by a bed
of brilliant blooms. "Here you may pee among the flowers to your heart's --
or bladder's -- content." He took out his dick and did just that, aiming at
a two foot diameter blue enameled bowl set among the flowers. When he was
finished he touched the trunk of a nearby tree and the water silently
drained out, to be replaced by fresh.

"And this," David indicated the stump of a tree which had purple flowering
vines growing up one side, "is for more serious business." A portion of the
stump had been hollowed, as though by some burrowing animal. When David sat
Jimmy down on it, the hollow filled with water and when Jimmy stood the
water flushed out. Paper was dispensed from a hidden cubby hole.

The lavatory sinks were disguised as dark bromeliads growing on a mossy
stone shelf and the shower was simply a wide place in the path with water
spraying out of what looked to be orchids growing in the bordering
trees. There was also a hammock, undisguised, suspended between two trees
so that it took full advantage of the constant sea breeze. In the event of
a storm there actually was a roof -- and a wall on the sea side -- which
rolled out to enclose the space.

"You've done it again, David my love. But if you did this for us," his
gesture took in their entire quarters, "what did you do for dad and
Shareff?"

"You'll see it later. I think you'll like it. Now, want to go down to the
beach for a swim?"

They found towels in a closet in the bedroom. "Think we need suits?" Jimmy
asked, stripping out of his pants.

"Nah. None of those people look like beach types and besides, our beach is
around a little point from the one they'd use."

The water was warm and refreshing. They played and swam for half an hour
and then came out and rolled in the powdery sand, making their skin look
like white stucco.

"Hi, Uncle Jimmy." It was little Anton. His mother hated it when he called
Jimmy or David 'Uncle', telling him in no uncertain terms that they were no
relation to him, but he did it anyway, at least when she wasn't around. He
was allowed to call Jim 'Uncle James' because Shareff had threatened her
with disinheritance if he wasn't.

The boy walked over to them. "Where's your bathing suits?" he asked,
looking directly at Jimmy's dick.

"We didn't expect company," David said as Little Anton's attention switched
to his dick. "Where's your mother?"

Anton gestured towards the house. "She'd never let me go in the water that
way. Is it fun?"

David and Jimmy sat down in the sand hoping to divert Anton's attention
from their crotches. It didn't work. "It's okay, I guess," David said, "no
big deal."

"How come you're out here all by yourself, Anton? Won't your folks worry?"
Jimmy could see Marta now, yelling for everyone to fan out and establish
search parties.

"I bet it is. I think I'll try it." Anton pulled his bathing suit off and
ran into the light surf, splashing and calling to them to join him.

David shrugged. "Do we have a choice?" They followed him into the water.

Anton was a strong swimmer and seemed to move through the water like a
seal. He liked to climb up on David's shoulders and balance there for as
long as he could before he had to dive off into the water. He also liked to
ride on David's shoulders, digging his heels into David's armpits to make
him move faster. When Anton began to rock back and forth and rub against
his neck, though, David knew it was time to quit and bucked him off, into
the water.

They went to dry off and Anton was completely unconcerned that his tiny
twig of flesh was standing straight out from his crotch. "I like swimming
that way," he said, accepting a towel from Jimmy. "It feels good. Why won't
Mamma let me do it, do you suppose?"

"'Cause guys stay covered up around their mother," Jimmy said.

"Around most people. Especially women they aren't married to," David added.

"Seems stupid to me," Anton said with a shrug telling them he thought it
just another of the incomprehensible rules adults had to annoy
children. "Will mine get big, like that?" he asked, pointing at David's
cock. "My dad's is. I saw it once."

David blushed. He'd certainly had a lot of conversations about dicks but
never one like this. "Sure," he said, looking at Jimmy for help.

Jimmy laughed. "Don't worry, Anton, it will. When you get older all kinds
of stuff will happen to you and that's part of it."

Anton smiled in anticipation. "What else?" Jimmy gave him a puzzled
look. "You said all kinds of stuff will happen. What else?" His tone
implied that Jimmy was just a little simple.

"Oh, you'll grow taller, I suppose. And your voice will get deeper. You'll
grow hair on your body." He chuckled. "You'll become insufferable."

"What's insufferable?" he asked David, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

"Nothing. Just a stage people go through, when they're growing up. Now come
on, put your suit back on and let's go up."

When they were on the terrace Anton went over to the statuary group by the
pool and looked at it critically. "Has my mother seen this?" he asked,
walking around it so he could study it from the back. "She'll probably make
Grandpa take it away."

"Not if she doesn't know about it," David said. "And she won't know about
it if you don't tell her."

Anton smiled. He liked keeping things from his mother sometimes. Especially
when he knew what she'd do if she found out. "Why are they doing that, into
the pool?"

"Keeps the pool full," Jimmy said, leading him through the bedroom to the
door. "Now run along and let your mother or father know where you are." He
pushed him out the door and watched him run through the garden towards the
main house.

He found David in the shower, grinning. "How old is that kid, anyway?"

"Twelve or thirteen, I can't remember." Jimmy walked into the water
spray. It was just like being in a jungle in a rainstorm. Without the
snakes, of course.

"Looks younger. And did you see how tiny his dick is? Even hard it's no
bigger than..." he held out his little finger, which was an
exaggeration. "When do kids mature these days anyway?"

"I don't know. I was screwing around at fourteen. What about you?"

David thought for a moment. "About the same I guess. They must hit puberty
later in Switzerland."

"He'll be a killer, though. Give that face a few years and no one, man or
woman, is going to be able to resist him. And if his body develops like his
dad's..."

David dropped to his knees. "You've seen his dad?" He took Jimmy's dick
into his mouth and began to work his tongue under the foreskin.

"Only in swim trunks. But he's got a nice body, all natural muscle, you
know? What most of us spend three nights a week in the gym for." He took
hold of David's head and began to move in his mouth. When David picked up
his rhythm he let go and found David's nipples. David groaned and closed
his eyes, feeling the pleasure build in him.

Later, when they were dressing, Jimmy said, "I wonder if anyone's really
talked to him."

"Oh, Pretty Man, I can get myself in your body, push myself deep inside of
you, but I can't get into your mind. You have to tell me what we're talking
about."

"Sorry. I was just wondering if anyone has ever sat Anton down and
explained the facts of life to him. Explained what's going to happen when
he hits puberty. That stuff can be scary if it happens with no warning. I
mean, one day you're just playing around with yourself and then suddenly
you get all these funny feelings inside and this white stuff squirts out
your dick. That's frightening if you don't know what's going on."

"Why don't you talk to him. You're pretty good at talking about sex." He
gave Jimmy a leer.

"No way David. No way at all."

They decided to talk to Shareff about it and see if he would approach
Anton's father. It was long past time for the boy to have a serious talk
about sex.

Dinner on the South terrace was wonderful. Shareff had brought Ozala from
the house in Turkey to oversee the kitchen at Clear Harbor, at least while
he and Jim were in residence, and she was showing off. No matter that there
were twenty for dinner; she still served up perfect vanilla soufflés for
dessert.

After dinner the conversation turned to business again so Jimmy and David
excused themselves, pleading jet lag.

The next two days saw guests leaving and guests arriving, all of them
somehow related to Shareff's business empire. They were all couples
although several of them were obviously not married to each other. As soon
as they had been shown through the more public parts of the house -- the
family areas were off limits --they all wanted to meet the man who
conceived and designed it. Before everyone had gone David had two firm
commissions and the possibility of several more.

Ishmael took the last of the guests back to Barbados on Thursday afternoon
and the staff heaved a collective sigh of relief. The hard part, being with
people who were trying so very hard to impress them, was over. The next
guests, expected to arrive Friday afternoon, would be much more easy going
and far less demanding of the staff. These people were coming to have fun,
not to curry favor with Mr. Agizz and Mr. Keith.

The local staff was also told not to be concerned that the guests would all
be men. Mr. Agizz and Mr. Keith knew a lot of men. They were also
cautioned, personally and by Mr. Agizz himself, that they were to ignore
any behavior that did not meet their own standards. These people were
guests and were not to be judged. They were also not to be talked about,
not if further employment was desired.

Thursday dinner was served on the South terrace but on a much more intimate
scale from that of the past week; there were just four diners.

"Your observation was entirely correct," Shareff said to Jimmy over the
white fish with citrus. "No one has spoken to Little Anton about
puberty. Worse, Marta knows nothing about it and couldn't bring herself to
talk of it if she did. And Anton, he may be a great diplomat but he's
useless with his son."

"Great," Jimmy said. "So now what? Let him pick it up from the kids on the
street?"

"No. What he needs is a couple of long talks with someone who is gentle and
understanding and isn't frightened or embarrassed when talking of sexual
things." He leaned back while Ishmael, who was being trained by Dalton,
refilled his wine glass. "You'll do nicely at that, I think."

David immediately began to snicker and Shareff gave him a questioning
glance but David just shook his head.

When it sank in Jimmy almost choked on his wine. "Me? I don't know anything
about sex." His father gave him a look of amazement. "I mean, what do I
know about..." He reached back for his high school biology. "About zygotes
and... and fallopian whatevers and... Well, you know." He drank his
wine. "Besides, can you see Marta letting me talk to her precious Little
Anton about sex? She already thinks we're depraved. Now she'll think I'm
recruiting him or something."

Shareff sighed. "She need not know. At the end of May Anton has to go to
Paris for a couple of weeks and she is going to Marseilles to some sort of
spa at the same time. I will simply invite Little Anton to come here
then. What's she going to know about what he might hear? He certainly isn't
going to tell her; he doesn't tell her anything."

"You know," Jim said, "maybe you two should do it together. You've already
laid a little groundwork and it might be more meaningful coming from two
people. More credible, as it were."

Shareff turned to him and winked. "Excellent idea, James." Under his breath
he said, "It's no wonder I love you."

So it was settled, not necessarily to Jimmy's satisfaction. They would come
back at the end of May, loaded down, as David said with a grin, with books,
charts, diagrams and perhaps a film or two. Little Anton was going to learn
about the birds and the bees whether Marta wanted him to or not.

The second wave of house guests began to arrive the next afternoon and, as
promised, they were a lot more interesting than the earlier group.

The first to arrive was a very famous, very handsome film actor. He arrived
without his current wife but with his current boyfriend who turned out to
be the author of a very kinky novel which had been banned in several places
and thus had made him quite a lot of money. They had come over on the boat
with another couple, two men about the same age as David and Jimmy and who
had absolutely no claim to fame except that Shareff and Jim liked
them. They'd met sitting next to one another in a cafe in Phoenix and had
taken an immediate liking to one another.

The first topic of conversation, once drinks had been served, was
Ishmael. The actor and his boyfriend decided they were in love with him and
asked if they could take him back to Hollywood with them. The boys from
Phoenix simply wanted to do crew duty on the boat for the next two or three
days.

Jim said no to both propositions but did promise they'd see more of Ishmael
since he was going to be acting as wine steward for the evening meals.

An hour later, when the next group arrived, David and Jimmy saw what all
the fuss was about. They were showing Brian and Doc, the two men from
Phoenix, around the island and just happened to be at the dock when the
boat came in. There was Ishmael, standing at the wheel as though at
attention, wearing the softest, tightest white uniform they'd ever
seen. The shirt, fitted with seams of bright blue thread, was open almost
to the waist, allowing a froth of glossy black curls to escape. The
trousers clung to the globes of his ass as though they had been painted
there and were so sheer that the shadow of his thick, black pubic bush
showed through. He'd arranged himself with his dick hanging down his right
leg and his balls down the left. If you looked carefully -- which everyone
did -- you could actually make out the individual curve of each of his
testicles.

"I see now why you guys wanted to crew for him," Jimmy said to Brian. "It's
almost better than if he was naked, which he might as well be. I wonder
what the folks over at the marina think about it."

Brian grinned. "Nothing. He wears a loose sort of coverall until he's clear
of the marina. Then he goes below for a second and reappears in that. At
least that's what he did when we came over."

"Smart. Well, all I can say, Brian, is that whether or not you like brandy,
if he offers to bring you one don't turn it down. Unless you guys don't..."

"Even if we didn't we would with him," Brian laughed.

The new arrivals consisted of a couple, one member of which Shareff had
known since he was a teenager, and two older men who weren't a couple but
seemed to be old friends. Shareff and Jim came down to greet the men so
David and Jimmy took Brian and Doc for a tour of the beach. Doc took his
sandals off and walked in the surf.

"I just gotta go get my suit," he said. "I never knew the ocean could be
this warm."

"I seriously doubt if anyone cares whether or not you wear a swimsuit,"
Jimmy said.

"But if you're shy," David added, knowing what Jimmy was thinking, "the
beach around that little point is pretty private. Come on."

They waded around the point and came out on the beach below David and
Jimmy's quarters. Jimmy immediately pulled his shirt off and tossed it in
the sand.

"Who lives up there?" Brian asked, looking at the stairway.

"We do, when we're here." David discarded his shirt too and then pulled his
shorts off. "I'm going for a swim. Anyone going to join me?"

They all did and pretty soon they were splashing around in the water,
having a great time. It didn't take long before their play turned into
grab-ass and then that turned frankly sexual. As soon as David took Doc in
his hand and felt him grow erect he knew he was going to blow the man. Doc
had the sort of cock David loved to suck on: neatly clipped, maybe four,
four and a half inches long and not terribly thick, the sort of cock you
could hold in your mouth for a long time and still be comfortable. He
whispered in Doc's ear, "What would Brian do if I sucked your cock?"

"Sit on your dick, probably," Doc replied, skinning David's foreskin
back. "He loves to get fucked by a guy with a big dick."

"And you?" David tongued his ear.

"Yea," he said. "I like that too. Right after I get blown."

They rinsed off in the pool with the statues peeing into it and then lay in
the sun on huge canvas cushions. David leaned over Brian and kissed
him. "You mind if I blow your boyfriend?" he asked around the tongue
invading his mouth.

"Not if I can sit on your boyfriend's dick and watch you do it." Somebody
was playing with his dick and he grew hard in their hand.

"You have to ask him about that. It's his dick."

David rolled over and spread Doc's legs, touching his balls lightly. Doc
was already hard and the touch made his cock flex away from his belly.

Brian moved up next to Jimmy and took his dick in his hand. Jimmy kissed
him for a long time and then gently turned him on his side so he could
watch what David was doing to Doc. Brian bent at the waist, presenting his
ass to Jimmy who fondled it while he found a condom and the lube.

Doc sucked in his breath when David first went down on him. David's tongue
seemed to be everywhere on his cock, moving along the shaft and around the
head and teasing the little pee slit all at once. Doc was afraid he was
going to come right away but David made sure he didn't, teasing and
touching and then backing off, letting the cock be still and soak in his
hot saliva for a while. Doc sighed and made himself relax. It was going to
be a long session and he wanted to enjoy every moment of it. Especially
since Brian was watching. He loved it when Brian watched him having sex
with another guy; it made him feel possessed.

Brian let his sphincter relax as Jimmy slid first one then two and finally
three fingers into him. He shivered with the anticipation of Jimmy's dick
replacing his fingers. When he'd seen the other one, David, tonguing Doc's
ear out there in the water he'd taken Jimmy's soft dick in his hand. When
it began to grow, moving in his hand like it was alive, he'd known how much
he wanted to take it up his ass.

It was a funny thing, he thought, feeling Jimmy's fingers slip out of him,
the only time he ever wanted a dick in his ass was when he could watch Doc
having sex with someone else. It was like... He groaned as Jimmy's dick
pressed past his sphincter. It was like Doc was giving him some sort of
special permission or something. He looked over at Doc and the man with his
face buried in Doc's crotch. Doc was watching him, an expression of bliss
on his face.

Jimmy pulled Brian into his crotch, pushing his dick deep inside him. Brian
groaned again and Doc smiled at him, telling him he knew how good it
felt. Jimmy began to stroke in him, long, slow strokes designed to bring
both of them great pleasure. Brian twisted around and kissed Jimmy, at the
same time moving Jimmy's hand away from his dick. "I'll come," he said by
way of explanation. Jimmy nodded and moved his hand to Brian's balls,
squeezing them gently. Brian turned back to watch Doc getting blown.

David felt the cock in his mouth begin to swell again so he paused, letting
his tongue rest lightly against it. His own dick was tingling, mimicking
some of the sensations he was bringing to the one in his mouth and he knew
if he rubbed it against the rough canvas they were lying on he would
probably come. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do that, come when the cock
in his mouth began to spurt, or wait until he could come inside Jimmy.

Doc knew he wasn't going to last much longer, no matter how careful David
was. There would come a time, soon, when withdrawing altogether and leaving
his cock to stand up in the air by itself wouldn't hold him back. He looked
over at Brian and saw he was getting close, too. He loved seeing that
expression on Brian's face, his mouth slightly open and his eyes soft and a
little unfocused. The man fucking him was holding onto his balls, squeezing
them just the way he liked. He thought about what was going to happen
after, probably right here if the other two didn't mind. The thought
triggered his orgasm and he sucked in his breath, letting David know it was
coming.

Jimmy pushed Brian over the edge at about the same time. He'd been
squeezing Brian's balls harder and harder and each time he increased the
pressure Brian had bucked back on his dick and whispered 'yes,
please'. Then, just on the edge of real pain, Brian had pried his fingers
off and gone totally limp for a moment. After taking a deep breath Brian
let out a sharp cry and went rigid. Jimmy took hold of his dick just in
time to feel the first spasm roll down its length. That pushed him over as
well and his dick began to buck around in Brian's ass, filling the condom
with hot cum.

None of them moved for a minute or two. Then Jimmy slowly withdrew from
Brian and went inside to get rid of the rubber. He returned with towels and
cool drinks for all of them.

They lay in the sun for a time, talking and sipping their drinks. Doc asked
Jimmy if he was any relation to James. "You two look enough alike to be
brothers."

Jimmy laughed. "You have endeared yourself to him for the rest of your life
by saying that. No, actually he isn't my brother, he's my father."

"You're kidding. How old was he when he had you, ten?"

"Forty-three," David said with a laugh. "Right Jimmy?"

Jimmy laughed too, enjoying the secret joke. "Actually, Doc, I think he was
twenty-two when I was born."

All the time they were talking, David, lying behind Jimmy, was quietly
petting Jimmy's ass, unobtrusively prying his buns apart and letting his
fingertip just brush over the little pucker there, like a feather floating
across it. The touching had the desired effect: Jimmy began to get hard
again.

The same thing seemed to be happening between Doc and Brian only it was
Brian who was fingering Doc's ass, making him as hard as Jimmy. After a
while the conversation stopped and they simply watched each other. The
watching made their own excitement all the stronger.

After a while Jimmy dug around in his shorts and, finding what he was
looking for, handed a condom across to Doc. Doc accepted it without a word
and sat up so he could unroll it onto Brain's erection. Then he lay on his
back and held his arms out to Brian.

Jimmy and David watched Brian slowly push his cock into Doc's ass. Then,
while Brian kissed Doc and waited for him to get used to the heavy bulk of
his cock, David sheathed himself and entered Jimmy.

They made love, each couple watching the other, David and Brian trying to
match their strokes to one another while Jimmy and Doc masturbated
themselves with the same rhythm. It was an intensely erotic scene for all
four of them and they all four came with great force and pleasure.

"Do you guys always do that?" Brian asked, peeing into the flower bed. "Do
you always make love to each other right after you've been with someone
else?"

"Not always," David said, turning on the shower. "Sometimes. Never like
today, watching you guys do it too."

Jimmy joined him in the shower, nodding agreement. "Watching you guys do
it, after we'd just done it with you, that was a real turn on."

Doc and Brian came into the shower area with them. "This bathroom is
unbelievable," Doc said, twisting around in the spray. It's like being lost
on a tropical island."

Jimmy squatted down and took Doc into his mouth for a moment, just long
enough to make him begin to harden. Then he stood and kissed him. "You're
welcome to use it any time. Us too."

They went up to the main house just in time for cocktails. When they walked
in Jim gave them an inquiring look; Jimmy grinned at him, telling him
everything he wanted to know. Brian and Doc went upstairs to change and
Jimmy and David mingled with the others.

The author, who's name was Percy McWilliams, was talking to Jim and the two
single men about his book. When he mentioned the title, "Talk to My Dick",
Jimmy remembered it. It had gotten so much publicity he'd finally gone out
and bought a copy. He'd thought it was okay for a dirty book but was turned
off by some of the more violent sex scenes in it.

The actor, Thom something, was telling Shareff and the older couple stories
about making his latest film. The stories, mainly revolving around his
attempts to get a look at the male co-star's dick, were quite funny and
very well told. It wasn't long before Thom (Harper, as it turned out) was
the center of attention in the room. Even Percy, who had heard them all
before and had now lost his literary audience to them, was enjoying the
narration.

After a while they all went out to the South terrace where Jim and Jimmy
were going to show off their prowess at the charcoal grill. Fresh drinks
were served by Ishmael in a fresh uniform. The uniform wasn't nearly as
tight as the one he wore on the boat and he was wearing underwear, too,
something brief and bright red which showed faintly through the white
trousers. His dick had been harnessed down so it showed only as a large,
undifferentiated bulge. He'd also learned to strut.

The steaks were a great success and cooked perfectly, all the way from
blood rare (Percy McWilliams) to well done (Vince, one of the single men
and who was clearly embarrassed to order it that way but said that was the
only way he could eat it). Ozala had prepared potato sticks roasted in
butter, broiled tomatoes, some sort of local greens and an onion salsa to
go with the steaks.

After dinner they went down to the beach where fruit, cookies and champagne
were served. Thom got a little drunk and stripped off his clothes to go for
a swim. When he realized everyone was looking at him he began to dance
around, making his cock sway and showing off his ass. "Once on stage,
always on stage," Percy mumbled under his breath. "Hey, Clyde, put your ass
in the water. The show's over," he yelled at Thom. Thom looked chagrined
and ran into the surf. After asking Percy if it was all right, Vince
stripped down and went in after him, saying a drunk should never swim
alone.

Percy looked after them, an odd, lustful smile on his face. Jimmy wondered
if Thom's drunkenness wasn't just good acting. As it turned out, Jimmy was
right; the next morning the upstairs houseman found Vince's bed un-slept
in. He also found Thom and Percy's room something of a mess, with the bed
torn up, furniture moved into odd positions and a half dozen used condoms
in the wastebasket. The first thing he did was wash out the condoms, dry
and powder them and put them carefully in his pocket. They would command a
good price among his friends when he told them they'd been worn by,
actually unrolled and used on the hard cock of, Thom Harper.

Lunch that day was served as a buffet on the beach. Jim and Shareff had
requested that everyone wear a beach costume which reflected themselves and
everyone was fascinated by the array that resulted.

Jim and Shareff wore loose trunks with Puerto Vallarta Beach Club printed
diagonally across the front and tee shirts from, of all places, Columbus,
Ohio. David, of course, was in the bathing suit Jimmy had given him and
he'd made Jimmy wear that old red pouch with the blue stripe that Jim had
brought him from Brazil years earlier.

The older couple, who's names were Winston and Matty, were a surprise in
identical jungle print thong pouches which came only to the base of their
dicks so that all of their pubic hair showed. They also wore jungle print
jerkins which matched the pouches. Part of the surprise was how good they
looked in them. Apparently they spent an inordinate amount of time in the
gym. Dyeing the chest hair and having what appeared to be gigantic dicks
helped, too.

Brian and Doc were in Speedos, one red, one blue, and tee shirts torn off
just above the navel and which had a picture of a man hugging a very
phallic cactus and the words Where Else But In Phoenix on them.

Vince, who appeared to be limping a little, wore black leather trunks and a
black leather harness which had chrome rings that pressed into his pecs,
forcing his bruised looking nipples to stand out. The harness was attached
to something, front and back, under the leather trunks.

Sam, the other single man, wore exactly nothing except for a beat up old
hat and a ring through his right nipple. He also had a tattoo of a red,
white and blue ribbon, done to look like it was tied around his dick. He'd
shaved his pubic hair to show off the bow across his lower abdomen.

The last two to come out, of course, were Thom and Percy, making an
entrance. It was a little disappointing though, because they both were
dressed in loose fitting pastel trunks and loose white shirts. Jimmy smiled
to himself when Thom first saw Sam from the front; Thom caught Percy's eye
and silently mouthed 'We want him'.

When they were all assembled, Shareff called for attention. "I knew you'd
all be creative in your beach wear but I have to say you've all out done
yourselves. Well, except for Thom and Percy, maybe."

Thom was pouring himself a drink at the bar and turned to Shareff. "You
mean it's judging time already? We haven't even had a drink, Shareff." He
drained his glass and nodded to Percy. "Well, okay. If that's the way it
is."

They both threw off their shirts and slipped out of the loose fitting
trunks to reveal brilliant rhinestone covered jockstraps, blue for Thom and
deep red for Percy. Their chest hair was covered with glitter that matched
the color of the rhinestones on their jockstraps. Both of them sparkled so
brightly that Jimmy had to squint.

"You said our beach wear should match our personalities, so here we are."
They both spread their arms and legs wide and blew kisses to the group.

After lunch the men wandered off to take naps or read or just sit and watch
the sea. Jim and Shareff, tired of people, walked over to the other side of
the island. The beaches on that side were rocky and not as conducive to
swimming as the ones near the house but they did afford a bit of privacy
and shelter from the sun. They came across a sandy place on the low cliff
and laid out the thin mats they carried with them; it seemed a good place
to spend an hour or two away from their guests. Jim pulled off his shorts
and shirt and stretched out on his mat, watching the sea birds working the
surf line. Shareff did the same, pulling his mat close to Jim's before he
laid down. He kissed Jim on the shoulder and then let himself drift, dozing
in the warm sun.

When Shareff awoke a little later Jim was intently watching something on
the beach. "What do you see?"

Jim put his finger to his lips. "Not too loud, we don't want to disturb
them." He pointed down at the beach.

Shareff pulled himself forward so he could see past the edge of the
cliff. Directly below them, lying on their backs in the damp sand, Jimmy
and David were slowly masturbating each other. "We should not watch," he
said to Jim but found he couldn't take his eyes away. There was something
very sensual about the men, the way they touched each other, the way they
held each other's dicks, the way they kissed one another. "They do not know
we are here, seeing what they do. And one is your son." Shareff raised his
hips so he could adjust his cock which was suddenly very hard.

Jim caught his movements. "It excites you doesn't it, watching them."

Shareff nodded. "It is very beautiful to see." He put his hand on Jim's
buttocks. "They are a matched pair, aren't they? Both intact as we are
not." He felt Jim's buttocks tremble under his hand and moved closer. He
allowed his fingers to find Jim's balls and brush against them. The
trembling became stronger.

On the beach below them Jimmy and David moved so that David was kneeling
over Jimmy, his cock in Jimmy's mouth.

Shareff quietly moved until he was lying over Jim's back. He put his hand
to Jim's lips and Jim spit into it. Shareff added his own saliva to Jim's
and rubbed it on his dick, making it slick. He pressed his dick against
Jim's sweet flower and waited for it to open, welcoming him. When it did he
let himself slip into Jim until he filled him and his balls lay nestled
atop Jim's.

"Do you suppose," Shareff whispered in Jim's ear, "that we shall see them
as we are, one inside the other?" He pulled out just a little and then
gently pressed back in, the way he knew brought Jim pleasure.

"I don't think so," Jim answered, reaching back and touching Shareff's
buttocks. "I think they always use condoms and I don't see..." He brought
one hand to his mouth and bit down on it so he wouldn't cry out with the
pleasure Shareff was bringing him.

They were silent, both of them watching the two men on the beach while
Shareff stroked his dick in Jim's ass. Jimmy and David had switched places
now and David was sucking on Jimmy's cock while Jimmy played with David's
nipples. David's cock was very rigid, standing almost vertically out from
his body. Even at a distance they could tell that it was nearly ready to
unburden itself.

"He is not touching it and yet... It is ready." The concept so excited
Shareff that he almost lost control of his own pleasure. He did loose
control when David's cock suddenly let go and shot a thick white stream
high in the air. He imagined he could smell it and the thought served to
increase the pleasure he felt when he shot his own thick cum into his
lover. Jim, when he felt Shareff begin to spasm in his ass, allowed himself
to come as well and he bit harder on his hand, stifling his groans.

Afterward they remained connected for a time, as they often did, and
watched the men below them. Jimmy let his dick slip from David's mouth and
then slid down David's body until he was stretched out on top of him. They
stayed that way for a few moments, kissing and touching each other's
faces. When Jimmy rolled off Shareff thought he could see wetness on
David's belly and imagined that he'd leaked out the last of his cum between
them, making them both wet with it. Finally he got up and, taking Jimmy's
hand, they ran into the sea and swam out of sight, towards the West side of
the island and the house. Only then did Shareff's erection begin to
subside.

That evening there was a thick, almost visible sexual tension flowing
through the group. The couples mixed themselves up, Matty sitting between
Thom and Percy, pressing his legs against both. Winston sat between Vince
and Sam and seemed always to be touching one or the other. Brian was on
Shareff's right, across from David, his foot just touching Shareff's. Jimmy
sat on Jim's left and seemed to have his hand in Thom's crotch. Jim made no
move but Shareff could tell from the expression on his face that someone
had a hand in his crotch.

The food was excellent, as always, but no one ate a lot. They did, however,
keep Ishmael busy pouring the wine. Shareff smiled to himself; after this
afternoon he should be sated but he found it impossible to keep his dick
less than half hard. It rose to a full erection when Brian let his fingers
drift over it. Or was it Brian? He looked sharply at David but David seemed
to be giving his complete attention to Vince.

After dinner Matty suggested a swim.

They went to the beach as they were and stripped their clothes off there,
running into the warm water naked, like children on an outing, shouting and
laughing. It wasn't long before the shouting and laughter diminished as
they left the water in two's and three's, finding the canvas pads Ishmael
and Kingston had arranged on the sand.

Shareff watched the couplings in the bright starlight for a while and then
went in search of Jim. He found him alone on one of the pads and kissed
him. "Who has had the privilege of being in your mouth?" he asked, fondling
Jim's rapidly hardening cock.

"It was dark," Jim said and slid down between Shareff's legs. It had been
dark but he'd known it was Jimmy, he could always tell. He'd sucked Jimmy's
dick while someone with larger balls than David had fucked him. It had
excited Jim a great deal, not knowing who was fucking his son and feeling,
through his son's dick, how much he was liking it.

Someone stood over them, watching, and then dropped down beside Jim,
kissing him and slowly taking control of Shareff's cock. Jim relinquished
it to him and moved up to sit on Shareff's chest. Shareff pulled him closer
and took him in his mouth. It was his first time to suck on his lover while
someone, anyone, sucked on him. He felt himself drifting, his cum boiling
up inside him, and was powerless to stop it. He came before his lover and
then, almost magically, came again, when Jim did.

The coupling, in whatever numbers, went on for several hours before
everyone finally drifted away, back to their rooms. In several of the rooms
coupling happened again, lovers expressing love rather than the simple lust
they'd indulged themselves in down on the beach.

The next day everyone seemed more subdued somehow, and even though they
spent the day on the beach, some of them naked, the sexual tension had
abated and they spent time getting to know each other. The day after that
they all left, rested, sunburned, and happier for their experiences on Jim
and Shareff's island.

-----------------To be continued

Any comment, criticism or suggestion you may have will be greatly
appreciated. It's stuff like that that keeps a guy like me writing stuff
like this.

Greg
jg.ps@gte.net