Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 12:38:01 -0800
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy, Chapter Twenty-One

Jim and Jimmy
A novel by Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"Fathers and sons and lovers, all of us."

It was in April, finally, when Jim called from Clear Harbor, glad to be
home and wanting to see them. They were home, he said, because Shareff had
grown weary of England and had thrown in the towel. He'd liquidated the
company and washed his hands of it.

Jimmy and David put everything on hold and left for Clear Harbor the next
week.

Ishmael, as usual, met them at the airport in Barbados. He was able to skip
the usual coveralls since his uniform was almost respectable. It was white,
the fabric almost gauzy, and cut in a military style with tight pants, long
sleeves and a high collar. He even wore a tie, a black bow made of what
appeared to be leather. Tight as the pants were, Ishmael showed hardly a
bulge at the crotch although the fabric clung to his ass as though it were
wet.

Once on the boat and clear of the marina, David looked Ishmael up and down
wondering what had happened to his dick. He took the direct approach: "What
the devil are you wearing under that uniform, Ishmael?"

Ishmael grinned, his teeth dazzling them. "You want to see?" He unbuttoned
his pants and pushed them down to his knees. Under the uniform was a tiny,
flesh colored bikini, cut so that it forced his dick in between his
legs. But the bikini wasn't the surprise. The surprise was that under his
uniform, Ishmael was hairless as the buns of a new born babe.

Jimmy groaned. "Oh, no. I thought you were over that, Ishmael. What..."

The story was, Ishmael had told Kingston about shaving himself and Kingston
had wanted to try it. So they shaved each other one night. The implication
was that they applied more than a razor to each other's bodies but Ishmael
was vague about that. Purposely, Jimmy thought.

At Clear Harbor Ishmael led them up to the terrace and then directed them
to the yellow drawing room, a room David had designed as a rather casual
family area. The room didn't look out on the sea but rather turned inward,
opening onto a small flower garden which had been walled to emphasize the
feeling of family privacy. Jim and Shareff were in the garden, sitting at a
table under an umbrella.

They hugged and kissed and Jimmy noticed again how Shareff had changed. His
kiss was now frankly sexual where before it had been -- fatherly was the
only description Jimmy could think of. He also hugged differently, pressing
his lower body close so Jimmy could feel the bulk he carried at his
crotch. Jimmy liked it.

Ishmael came in with a tray of canapes and, as it was still
mid-afternoon, tall citrus drinks with just a hint of gin to them. When
they were served and had properly complemented the canapes, Shareff
said, "Well, we must enjoy ourselves while we can. Marta arrives tomorrow."

Jim smiled. "She's not that bad, Shareff, and besides, she's bringing Anton
and the children with her." He turned to Jimmy and David. "You must
remember not to call the boy 'Little Anton' anymore. He's fifteen now and
his father says he is growing into quite a young man and has begun to
resent the diminutive."

"Well, I'll be happy to see him no matter what he wants to be called,"
David said. "I grew rather fond of him when we had all that 'guy talk'."

"His father was happy with that, too, although I can't say the same for his
mother," Shareff said. "Anton said he could see changes in the boy's
attitudes right away and seemed to feel they had handled the "who you love"
question well. Marta, on the other hand, still believes that once the boy
learns how it's done he will immediately become some sort of sex maniac,
attacking everyone without regard to age, gender or species. I believe
she's been proved wrong thus far although, of course, she doesn't know
that. She still thinks he's innocent of all sexual knowledge."

Jimmy laughed. "Can she really believe that? Well, no matter. If he's
become a sex maniac it's not because of anything we told him. That would be
the fault of that school she sends him to. I never did trust boarding
schools."

"Me neither," David said. "Can you imagine what those little guys must
learn from each other? By the way," he said, turning to Shareff, "Where's
Dalton? I haven't seen him anywhere."

"Dalton has retired." Shareff smiled, "I know, I can hardly believe it
myself but he's gone back to England, to stay with his sister."

Jim laughed and added, "So Ishmael is now in charge of the household. And
doing a fine job of it, too."

"Ably assisted by Kingston," Shareff said. "In all ways," he added
cryptically.

They spent another hour catching up with each other before Jimmy couldn't
suppress his yawns any longer. He and David decided they had just enough
time for a nap and a shower before dinner so they excused themselves and
went to their quarters.

"Don't you like the way Shareff says hello?" Jimmy asked as he stretched
out on the bed.

David pulled off his underwear and joined Jimmy on the bed. "Yea, I do. Did
you notice, he almost gave himself a hard-on? I tell you," he took hold of
Jimmy's dick, "letting him jack you off and watch us fuck was the best
thing we could have done for him."

Jimmy began to grow hard in David's hand but they both drifted off to sleep
before anything could come of it. After they woke they teased each other in
the shower but decided to let it go until later.

Cocktails and dinner were served on the South terrace and the meal was
completely Ishmael's responsibility, from the service to the wine. He
proved himself an able butler and did a fine, competent job of everything.

While Ishmael was off in the pantry David leaned forward and said to
Shareff, "What's with Ishmael shaving himself naked?"

Shareff laughed. "It's a phase; we've been through it before, several years
ago. I believe it is Kingston who actually initiated it. I look forward to
the growing out period which will inevitably come. It itches, you know, as
it grows out and it is wonderful watching Ishmael trying not to scratch,
especially his crotch which, I gather, itches the worst. This time it will
be doubly interesting since Kingston will no doubt grow out at the same
time."

"But why? Why does he do it?"

"Last time it was because he and his friend thought it would get some
photographer to take their pictures and make them famous. This time I think
it's simple curiosity on Kingston's part. He wanted to know what it would
feel like, both on his own body and on Ishmael's." He shrugged. "Young men
often do a foolish thing just to find out what it will feel like."

After dinner they walked on the beach for a while and then went to Jimmy
and David's quarters for a night cap. The night was very warm so they
decided to have their drinks in the pool where the water would be cool
against their skin.

Jimmy reached out to fondle Shareff but found his dad's hand already there
so he kissed Shareff instead, a very long and un-sonlike kiss which left
Shareff gasping for breath.

"Hey, don't start without me." David came onto the terrace carrying a tray
of drinks.

"Too late, I think," Jim said with a grin. "But there's always room for
you."

David served the drinks -- or at least placed them near at hand for those
who were busy -- and slipped into the pool. He put his arms around Jim and
sat on his lap, facing him, so their dicks, both of them hard now, stood up
together. Jim gathered them and held them in his hand, feeling tiny sparks
jump between them. When David kissed him there were sparks there, too.

"We are quite a group," Shareff observed when he'd caught his
breath. "Fathers and sons and lovers, all of us. How does a man become so
blessed?" He sipped his drink and smiled at Jim. Jim leaned over and kissed
him while David took hold of his dick.

Jimmy climbed out of the pool and dragged over a couple of the canvas
pads. "I think we'll find these to be more comfortable than the pool at
this point," he said, stretching out on one. The others followed.

Jim straddled Jimmy's chest and let Jimmy draw his dick into his
mouth. Jimmy raised his head and, holding on to his father's ass managed to
take his whole dick, pushing it into his throat. He couldn't do that very
often or for very long because of the size of his father's organ but he
knew it brought his father intense pleasure.

David stood over Jimmy and brought his cock up to Jim's mouth. Jim sucked
it in and then took hold of it so he could slowly peel the skin back from
the head, exposing it in his mouth. David put his hands on the back of
Jim's head, caressing it and sending chills down his spine -- or maybe the
chills came from what Jimmy was doing to his dick, Jim couldn't really
tell.

Shareff sat cross-legged, holding on to his dick and watched the three men,
his sons and lovers. When Jimmy's cock flexed and raised itself up from his
belly Shareff moved onto the mat and nestled in between Jimmy's legs. He
took hold of Jimmy's cock and studied it, slowly moving the skin back and
forth on it, watching the way it covered the head and then slid away to
reveal it again. The head glistened in the moonlight and Shareff thought it
looked like pink porcelain or perhaps very smooth silk cloth. When he let
his tongue slide across it he found a hint of salt at the tip, where he
thought he'd seen a tiny pearl.

Jimmy felt Shareff take hold of him and he found it very exciting that he
couldn't see what Shareff was doing, couldn't anticipate what he would feel
next. When Shareff licked across his cock-head he thrust his hips forward
in sudden pleasure, pushing his cock into Shareff's mouth. Shareff took it
all the way to the base and then stayed there until Jimmy was sure he would
suffocate. As if in sympathy, he did the same thing to his father, holding
his cock deep in his throat until lack of oxygen forced him to back
off. Shareff came off of him at about the same time and for the same
reason.

David watched Shareff playing with Jimmy's cock and found himself
approaching the brink of orgasm fast. It always excited him to watch
someone play with Jimmy and he had a whole library of these images in his
head which he brought out on those rare occasions when he masturbated
alone.

David slipped out of Jim's mouth and squatted down to kiss him. Then he
went to Shareff and kissed him around Jimmy's cock. When Shareff lifted off
Jimmy for a moment David silently handed him a condom and showed him how to
skin Jimmy back before unrolling it onto the hard shaft. When it was on
David smeared some lube on it and motioned Shareff to squat over it.

Shareff could hardly believe what was happening. David had kissed him while
his lips were still on Jimmy's cock and now he was showing him how to put a
condom on it. When David motioned that he was to take Jimmy inside him
Shareff was afraid he might not be able to do it without coming; David's
smile said that was all right, too.

As he slowly lowered himself onto Jimmy's hardness he was enveloped with
warm pleasure and forgot about self control, he simply absorbed the
pleasure and let it grow inside himself as it would.

Jimmy, as soon as he felt the condom being unrolled on him, knew that
someone was going to take him inside them but he didn't know who. He
wondered if he'd be able to tell which one it was, Shareff or David, when
it happened. He clutched at this father's buttocks again and pulled him
closer, driving his dick deeper into his throat. He thought that might
distract him from the pressure building inside him but when Jim groaned
with the pleasure he brought him it only excited him more.

Jim thought he knew what was happening behind him but he didn't turn around
to see. He was far too involved in what his son was doing to him. Jimmy had
never been able suck him in to the root and then stay down on him for as
long as he was now. He was even able to swallow with the head of Jim's dick
in his throat which drove Jim to distraction. He wondered if it was the
excitement of what was being done to his dick or if David had taught him to
do it. Probably a combination, he thought and then forgot the whole thing
as Jimmy did it again.

Shareff settled on Jimmy's dick and then began to move, lifting himself and
then settling back down, taking all Jimmy had to offer deep inside
himself. He knew he wouldn't be able to do this for long but he made no
attempt to stop or moderate his movements. It was too late for that;
besides, he could feel Jimmy bucking inside him and he knew Jimmy was
approaching his wash of pleasure too.

Jimmy knew right away it was Shareff riding his dick. There was something
about the way he moved that was different from the way David did it. He was
already close to orgasm but when the thought hit him -- that he had his
dad's cock in his mouth and his dad's lover on his dick -- the bubble
inside him burst and sent its waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

Jimmy's groans sent his dad over the edge, too and suddenly Jimmy's mouth
was filled with the sweetness of his cum. He also sent Shareff over with
the swelling and flexing of his dick in Shareff's ass and Shareff's cum
spattered over his lover's back.

David, watching, suddenly found Shareff's arms around him and his dick
pulled into the heat of Shareff's mouth. He came instantly and with great
force, crying out as he grabbed Shareff's head and tried to hold it still
in his crotch.

When they finally disentangled they took a shower together, under the
orchids, and then went back to the terrace with fresh drinks, the others
having gone stale while they'd played.

"Do you always use those things?" Shareff asked David as they settled down,
this time in chairs and lounges.

"Condoms? Yea. It's always seemed a good idea."

"Even when it's just you and Jimmy? Alone?" Shareff knew that Jim used them
whenever he did something with someone else but they never used them
together.

Jimmy answered. "It's become such a habit, Shareff, that we don't even
think about it anymore. We just always put one on." He laughed and looked
at his father. "Remember that 'Condom of the Week' club? We have two
memberships."

"We also have them permanently on our grocery list," David said. "Right at
the top."

"But don't they get in the way?"

"Not really, not if they're part of your love making. Like kissing or
sucking a guy's balls; just part of what you do in bed."

Shareff felt a little spark of pleasure. His scrotum was very sensitive and
Jim's mouth there never failed to bring him up hard.

"David's right," Jimmy added. "We don't even think about them anymore; it's
just automatic to carry them with us and use them. We've always done it."

Later, in bed, Shareff asked Jim if he thought they should use condoms.

Jim shook his head. "Times like tonight, yes, I think we should. But times
like tonight don't happen very often so, just between us, I don't think
so." He grinned. "But they are kind of fun to play with sometimes. We could
do that."

Shareff kissed him. "Did you mind tonight? That I took your son inside me?"

Jim smiled. "Did you mind that my son took me in his mouth? Or, for that
matter, that we both sucked on my son's lover?" He sat up and looked at
Shareff in the dim light. "Shareff, we love those two men, and they love
us. We play at father and son but the truth is, we are four separate men
who have great and deep affection for one another. What happened tonight
was simply another expression of that affection."

Shareff nodded and took Jim's hand. "It is so often, James, that you tell
me again why I love you. Do I tell you, too, sometimes?"

Jim felt a small lump form in his throat. "Oh, Shareff, my love, you tell
me with every passing minute. Just being you tells me why I love you."

They went to sleep then, happy and curled together spoon fashion, the way
they always slept.

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To be continued
All comments, criticisms, suggestions are gratefully received and
answered. It's those things which keep me writing. Greg
jg.ps@gte.net