Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 15:50:29 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Jim and Jimmy, Chapter Nine

Jim and Jimmy
A Novel by Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net
CHAPTER NINE
"I think the time is finally right..."

Two months later, in March, Jimmy and Doug celebrated their first
anniversary by checking into the best hotel in River City for a
weekend. Things had been frantic around the office and they hadn't had very
much time together for over a month so they made time and gave themselves a
weekend away from everyone and everything; anyone who asked was told that
they were going to Cleveland to visit a rich uncle. It turned out to be
pretty much like the first weekend they spent together only room service
was a lot better than the pizza guy and someone came in every once in a
while to straighten up the room and change the bed.

They decided to renew the lease on the apartment for another year even
though they got hit with a large rent increase; neither of them had much
taste-or time-for moving.

Jimmy was doing very well with Twentieth Century even though the market was
what financial writers call 'soft' and real estate people call
'lousy'. Jimmy had a knack for finding just the right property for a client
and had begun to develop a reputation for being reliable, honest and
sometimes painfully direct. Beyond that, he was making a great deal of
money. When Doug asked if he had gotten over his dissatisfaction with the
commission schedule Jimmy's only comment was a shake of the head and a
cryptic, "No, but the timing's all wrong."

Jim managed a short visit for the Forth of July. Jimmy met him at the
airport and took him down to the lake where Doug joined them just in time
for dinner. Doug had obviously had a long-and bad-day at the office and
even though he was very happy to see Jim he wasn't much company. When he
fell asleep over dessert, his chin in his hand, Jimmy took him upstairs and
put him to bed in the guest room.

Jim and Jimmy went to bed shortly after in what had come to be seen as
Jim's bed, but they quickly realized that Jim was almost as tired as
Doug. Jimmy kissed his dad good night and went to sleep with Doug. In the
morning, very early, Jimmy and Doug woke and went across the hall and crept
into bed with Jim.

"Well, what a nice way to wake up." Jimmy and Doug were on either side of
him, resting their heads on his shoulders and playing with him under the
sheet. He couldn't see which was playing with what and that made it all the
more exciting.

They dozed for a while. When they woke Jim found he had hold of both of
them; it felt strange because Doug was hard and Jimmy wasn't. He worked his
finger down Jimmy's foreskin and touched the velvety head making the cock
begin to swell. With the other hand he stroked Doug.

"Sorry, dad," Doug said, extricating himself, "that one's only half for
you. The rest is I have to pee desperately." He padded into the bathroom
and stood at the urinal, waiting patiently to go soft enough for his water
to flow. Jim and Jimmy went and stood on either side of him to watch. When
he finally did let go it was a stream to be proud of. Both Jim and Jimmy
followed his example, doing their best to catch the head of his dick in
their streams. Doug went hard again, fast.

They went into the shower and soaped each other, the windows and glass roof
opened to the warm morning. When Jim squatted in front of Jimmy and took
his cock into his mouth Doug squatted next to him and nibbled on Jimmy's
balls; after a while they changed places and then changed again until both
of them were on Jimmy's cock, driving him wild.

Doug, sensing that Jimmy couldn't take much more, dropped down and licked
the head of Jim's dick and then went down on it, all the way to the
base. Jim groaned and began thrusting, pulling back until just the head was
in Doug's mouth and then slowly pushing it in, across Doug's tongue, until
Doug thought he couldn't take any more of it but he always did. At the last
second he pulled off and took Jim's dick in hand, watching the pearly
stream shoot into the air. He even tried to aim it but wasn't very
accurate; he did get one shot to hit Jimmy's balls but that was probably
just chance. It was probably also chance that Jimmy went off at that same
moment.

When they'd caught their breath Jim looked at Doug's still hard cock. "Let
me," he said, turning Doug and pressing his still heavy dick into the
valley of his ass. He reached around and took hold of Doug's cock, wrapping
it in his fingers, his thumb and forefinger making a neat circle just
behind the flair of the head. He began to stroke Doug's cock and speak
softly in his ear. "Later we'll do it for real Dougie." He pressed his dick
more tightly against Doug's ass. "Okay, Dougie? Would you like that? To
have my big, fat, hard dick up your sweet, tight little ass, Dougie?
pushing into you, filling you with more cock than you've ever felt up
there, Dougie? I'd push it in oh so slowly so you could feel all of it as
it works its way into you, Dougie, filling you with hot, hard cock." He
breathed into Doug's ear and worked his cock faster. "Getting close,
Dougie? Getting ready to shoot? Think how it'll be when I come inside you,
Dougie, my big, hard dick bucking around in there." His voice was getting
louder, speaking directly into Doug's ear. "How does it feel, Dougie,
getting ready to come, that hot, thick jizz building up inside, your dick
swelling and your toes curling under. Is it ready, Dougie? Ready to spew
out; ready to kick you over the edge?" His voice was quite loud now. "Think
about it Dougie, think about how it feels to have a big dick coming deep
inside your ass, my dick, Dougie. Think how it feels."

Doug let out a cry and let go, his dick shooting pearly ropes into the
air. He might well have slumped to the floor with the pleasure of it if Jim
hadn't been holding him, still stroking his dick.

Jim glanced over at Jimmy and found him slack jawed, his own cum dripping
through his fingers, his cock hard.

"Jes-us, dad, where did you learn to do that?" Doug turned around to kiss
Jim and noticed Jimmy, still holding his cock. "You, too?"

Jimmy nodded. "I... I couldn't stop. I kept thinking about... about what he
was saying and I just had to." He shook his head as though he was coming
out of a trance and turned on the shower to wash himself down again.

Jim smiled to himself. He hadn't known he had that much power.

They spent the day trying to keep cool. Around two Jimmy made some
sandwiches but no one was much interested; it was just too hot to eat. They
did, however, drink gallons of iced tea and lemonade.

Around seven a breeze came up, blowing off the lake, and things cooled down
a little. At seven-thirty they put a picnic basket on a little raft and
swam out to the anchored float where they ate a dinner of cold fried
chicken, green salad and cold corn on the cob, all washed down with icy
cold champagne-domestic, to celebrate Independence Day. Afterwards they lay
together on the warm canvas of the float, waiting for the man across the
lake to begin his fireworks display.

Jim, lying between his two boys, let his mind wander until it settled on
the scene they'd played out in the shower that morning; the memory made him
hard. He looked at Doug and saw in the dusk that he was in the same
condition.

Jimmy watched his dad getting hard and found himself growing erect. He,
too, thought about what had happened in the shower and reached into the
picnic basket. He found one of the condoms he's brought along, opened it,
and carefully unrolled it onto his father's dick. The condom was white,
with blue stars and red stripes, special for the fourth. Jimmy spread the
condom with lube and then watched as his father slowly pushed his dick into
Doug. Doug turned his head and Jimmy could see the lust, and the pleasure,
in his eyes.

Jimmy reached into the picnic basket again and found another condom. This
one didn't have red stripes but the blue stars were bigger; he slipped it
onto his dick, spread it with lube and entered his father.

They lay together, connected but still for a time, until the fireworks
started; then Jim began to move. He pulled a little way out of Doug,
forcing Jimmy more deeply into himself; when he pushed back into Doug he
slid up Jimmy's shaft; the two boys laid still, giving their lover complete
control.

The pleasure of being in one man while another was in him was more than Jim
could control and it wasn't long before he was on the brink of orgasm. He
tried to hold it off but the pleasures were just too great. When he came he
took both of his boys with him.

They had two more days before Jim had to go to Chicago-not his favorite
place to be in July-and then on to Rio. They made the most of it but all
too soon they found themselves hugging each other in the airport, waiting
for Jim's plane to be called.

"You know," Jimmy said, trying to ignore the speed with which Doug was
driving, "I really don't like that room we sleep in down there."

"You mean when we're not in dad's bed?"

Jimmy closed his eyes and slouched in his seat. "Yea. I mean, we can't
spend all night, every night with dad. Sometimes, it may shock you to hear,
I want to go to bed and just sleep."

"I know," Doug said. "Me, too. But that bed in your room-our room-is so
small."

"It was okay when I was a kid but you're right, it's too small for two men,
even two men who love each other the way we do." He fell silent, planning.

----------

Jim spent a grueling three days in meetings at the home office in
Chicago. When they were over though, the Chairman of the board insisted on
taking Jim to the airport in his limousine. On the way he told Jim just how
happy the whole board was with his performance and handed him a very large
bonus check. Jim was dumbfounded but managed to convey his thanks.

"There's something else," the Chairman said with a smile. "You'll see, when
we get to the airport."

The driver left the expressway just before the airport exit and Jim almost
said something until he realized that the man must make this trip a couple
of times a week. Perhaps he knew a shortcut.

They pulled up at a guard shack and the driver said something to the man
who came up to the window. The man saluted and waived them through. They
drove another quarter mile through the airport and pulled up beside a
Boeing 727 with stairs pushed up to the open cabin door. The plane was
painted out in red and gray, the company colors.

"We finally reassigned that little thing you've been flying around in down
there and got ourselves a proper airplane." He smiled broadly. "It's really
a cost saving measure. It'll save us a fortune on executive travel when
this thing in Brazil is completed." The chauffeur completed handing Jim's
luggage over to a burly guy wearing a jump suit in company colors and
opened the door for Jim. The Chairman shook his hand waived him out before
the heat and humidity could invade the limousine. "Take good care of it."
The chauffeur closed the door, jumped back in the car and off it went
leaving Jim standing on the tarmac scratching his head.

"Hello, sir. They said you had arrived." It was Julio. "Come. The pilot is
anxious to get in line for takeoff."

The inside of the plane was beautiful. The front part of the cabin was set
up as a living room, paneled in real wood and with chairs and couches
upholstered in a soft looking gray leather. Beyond Jim could see an office
set up with a proper desk, a computer and a small bank of communications
gear.

"Where's the head?" Jim asked.

"There are two," Julio said, pointing to an enclosed section at the front
of the plane. "One just there, behind the galley, and another at the
back. I suggest the one in back."

He led Jim past the office and through a door into a bedroom done entirely
in gray, black and white. The bathroom, in the same color scheme, contained
a shower as well as the other appliances usual on an airplane.

Jim emerged from the bathroom to find Julio talking with a sweet faced man
in what would have been a pilot's uniform if it hadn't been red and
gray. "Mr. Keith?" The man extended his hand. "I'm Todd Smith, your
pilot. Are we ready to go?"

Jim shook the man's hand. "I think so. But do you really have to wear
that," his glance took in the whole uniform, "for the entire flight?"

A look of relief passed over the pilot's face. "The company likes us to but
I do have some jeans if..."

"Please," Jim said. "And the rest of the crew, too. Just ask them to wear
one of those little pins or something that tells me who they are and what
they do until I get to know them, okay?"

The pilot grinned and nodded. "Even the steward?"

Jim rolled his eyes heavenward. "Especially the steward. I am not ready for
a red and gray tuxedo, which I'm certain... Yes, everybody."

Jim changed into the jeans and shirt that Julio had laid out and then was
asked to meet the crew. He felt like a general reviewing the troops. As he
had asked, each man wore a badge with his name and position written on
it. The badges had obviously been done up to comply with Jim's request:
they were all hand lettered.

While they waited in line for a runway the steward, a handsome young man
dressed in 501's with one button undone, a dazzling white tee shirt and
loafers with white socks, served sandwiches and beer. Once in the air he
disappeared, presumably serving coffee to the rest of the crew.

Jim went back to the office area and picked up a small sheaf of
reports. "You look tied, sir. Tense. Perhaps... Perhaps you should rest
first? Or perhaps a massage?"

Ever since that first time, after the sniper negotiations, whenever Jim
seemed tired, Julio would bring out the table and give him a massage. And
every time it ended the same way, with Julio bringing him to orgasm with
his hot, oily hands. On nothing more than a whim Jim decided it was time
for a change. He rang for the steward and ordered two beers.

"Julio," he said when the beer had been served to them both, "remember that
first time you massaged me? I, uh, I touched you but you said no because I
was too tired. You also said 'perhaps some other time'."

A smile slowly broke out on Julio's face. "I remember," he said very
quietly. "I thought perhaps you had forgotten."

"It's a long flight," Jim said. "A long night."

They ordered two more beers and told the steward they weren't to be
disturbed.

Julio, naked, was more magnificent than Jim had remembered. His
coffee-with-cream skin was smooth and nearly hairless except for a thick
growth under his arms and a wiry bush that spread luxuriantly above his
dick. His hips were narrow and his ass round and firm, like a man fifteen
years his junior. He had a long, narrow scar that ran from just below his
right nipple into his groin, narrowly missing his penis.

He stood next to the bed, legs apart, hands on hips, posing for Jim; then
he slowly turned around, showing off his ass, flexing it, making dimples on
each cheek. Then he turned back, facing Jim, and began to undress him.

"Oh, Julio, why didn't we do this a long time ago?" He leaned up and kissed
Julio who was slowly pressing himself into Jim's ass. Jim was beginning to
understand what other men felt when he pressed himself into them; he and
Julio were almost exactly matched except that Julio hadn't been
circumcised.

"I was told you were married," he said, pausing for a moment, letting Jim
get used to the bulk of his dick.

"That didn't keep you from jacking me off." Jim pushed back, asking Julio
to continue.

Julio's eyes sparkled. "Oh, but that is all right. You were in need, away
from your wife and I simply helped you with your need. This," he pushed
himself in the rest of the way, until his hips rested against Jim's
buttocks, "is different. So is this." He kissed Jim, his tongue invading
Jim's mouth.

Julio began to move in earnest and Jim lost track of everything but Julio's
dick and the pleasure it was bringing him. When Julio tried to slow Jim
urged him on, knowing both of them were near and seeing no point in
prolonging it, not this first time. Maybe later.

Jim went first, by Julio's design, and then Julio followed, intensifying
Jim's pleasure. Afterward they slept for a couple of hours and then traded
places and did it again. Then they showered-on an airplane!-and went out to
the main cabin to see what the steward could manage by way of a meal.

Within a week of getting back to the site, Julio had, quite unobtrusively,
moved into Jim's room. And his bed. It was a new bed by the way, the old
one being a single and not at all suitable for two men who tended to use
the whole bed. They'd picked it out of a catalog and Jim had sent the plane
to Rio to get it.

---

In the meantime, Jimmy and Doug were working on a new bedroom. Jimmy had
found a client to lease sixteen floors of a new office building and decided
to apply the commission to enlarging their bedroom at the lake. He'd even
managed to get David Langford, the architect who had designed the gang
shower, to do the room.

They spent several evenings with David, going over what they wanted. David
did some drawings which they spent a Saturday changing around until,
finally, they had something they liked and which was workable. And
affordable.

They took David down to the lake with them one weekend and met with
Mr. Jessie, the local contractor who had done some work on the place,
including the bathroom with the glass gang shower. Mr. Jessie was pleased
to see that this addition was going to be somewhat more conventional than
the last one.

David, who said he'd fallen in love with the place when he was working on
the bathroom, decided he'd spend two or three weeks there, overseeing the
construction. Jimmy and Doug decided he just wanted to hang around and
watch all the young carpenters who would be doing the work but what the
hell, why not? He wasn't charging extra for the time and it would certainly
insure that the work was done right.

The room was completed in only six weeks which amazed all three of them but
Mr. Jessie said it was merely a question of timing; he'd had all the right
guys available at all the right times. And the guys seemed to like working
on the project; several of them seemed always to be there early, well
before Mr. Jessie got there in the morning. Jimmy winked at Doug. "So it
was a happy crew, huh?" he asked.

Mr. Jessie nodded. "Yea, it really was. And they really took to
Mr. Langford, the architect. I swear a couple of those boys would do pretty
much anything for him."

"I'll bet," Jimmy said with a straight face. "And he'd probably do pretty
much anything for the guys, too." He couldn't look at Doug for fear they'd
both burst out laughing.

A couple of weeks later Doug came home to find a small spread of
sandwiches, salad, and various finger foods laid out on the dining room
table. On the sideboard was a thermos of coffee and a silver bucket
containing ice and several bottles of juice and, oddly, a bottle of very
good champagne. There was also an easel set up with a thick newsprint pad
on it and another set up with a pack of tagboard sheets, the first of which
was lettered with 'KBK' in large handsome letters. The place looked like a
board room set up for a working lunch.

"Oh good, you're home." Jimmy came out of the kitchen, kissed Doug and took
his briefcase. "Why don't you go grab a quick shower and change while I
finish up here."

Doug looked around and shrugged. Whatever was going on would be explained
in due time and probably not before, so there was no point in asking. He
docilely went off to shower.

When he came down Jimmy handed him a glass of spring water with raspberry
juice, his favorite. He took a cracker and spread it with smoked salmon and
cream cheese, another of his favorites, and raised an eyebrow in question.

"Well," Jimmy said, helping himself to a sandwich, "it's sort of a
presentation and I didn't want dinner to get in the way so I stopped in at
Chez Lilly's and had them put something together. I hope it's okay."

Doug nodded and tried the pesto dip on a prawn. It was wonderful. He sat
where Jimmy indicated.

"I think the time is finally right," Jimmy said, picking up a marker and
going to the easel with the pad of newsprint. "I think I should leave
Twentieth Century. Look at these figures..."

For the next three hours Jimmy immersed them in facts, figures and
trends. As he proceeded two things became more and more clear to Doug:
First, Jimmy had all his facts and presented them in such a clear,
organized fashion that it was no wonder he was number one in the
office. Second, Jimmy had to open his own firm to take full advantage of
his own talents and now was exactly the right time to do that.

The firm would be a partnership for the moment and then, when certain goals
had been met and it was advantageous to do so, they would incorporate. It
would be called KBK; Keith, Barber, Keith.

"Dad won't have any money in it but I thought we should recognize him in
the name anyway. Sort of like Keith & Son only this is Keith & Dad. He
leaned down and kissed Doug. "Keith, Lover & Dad, what a combination, huh?"

They decided to wait until the first of the year. "I hate outfits that have
an odd fiscal year," Doug said, "and I certainly don't want one that runs
December to November." It also made sense from a strictly business point of
view; December, with it's parties and holidays, was a lousy time to try and
get anything done.

When they were through, the decisions made, they took the champagne and
went to bed.  ------

Jim's Christmas visit that year was very short. He arrived at noon on the
day of Christmas Eve and left at noon two days later. He arrived, however,
in the company plane and Jimmy and Doug were invited on board to meet the
crew. They were very impressed.

"I guess you told us but it sure didn't sink in," Jimmy said as they
cleared the last of the city traffic on their way to the lake. "That Julio
is one handsome man. How come he's not coming to the lake with us? I mean,
you two do..."

Jim grinned. "We do. But I don't think Julio would quite understand about
us. And besides," he said, gently pinching Jimmy's cheek, "he isn't into
kids and would take a dim view of you two working him over. Beyond that,"
he turned serious, "he's on his way to Phoenix to spend Christmas with his
wife."

The car swerved as Doug looked over his shoulder at Jim. "His wife? How
could he..."

"Hey, I used to fool around with women. You may not believe this but women
can be a lot of fun in bed, too."

Jimmy turned around in his seat so he could look at his father. "Do you
still..."

Jim grinned again. "Not for years. But I bet I still know how. Now turn
around and fasten you seat belt." He waited until Jimmy had done as he
asked and then went on in a more serious tone. "Julio and I aren't exactly
lovers you know, I mean not like you two are. He sleeps with me and makes
love with me because his wife isn't there and, as he puts it, 'men have
needs that must be taken care of'. It's quite simple and uncomplicated for
him, less so for me, perhaps, but still quite acceptable."

They sat quietly for a while, thinking about what Jim had said. It was Doug
who broke the silence. "I'll bet that pretty little steward, what was his
name, Toby? I'll bet that Toby would like to have us work him over."

"Yea, dad, what's his story?"

"I know you're not going to believe this, but I haven't the slightest idea
what his story is. He's never shown the slightest interest in me although I
have caught him watching Julio a few times. But you're probably right, he'd
probably like being worked over by you two." He leaned forward in the seat
and nibbled on Jimmy's earlobe. "I know I do."

Jim was very surprised and pleased when they showed him the new bedroom. He
was even more pleased when they showed him the air-conditioning system that
served both bedrooms.

"It's good," Jim said. "There are times we just want to sleep and that
bedroom was terrible for you two. But this," he took in the entire room
with a sweeping gesture, "is so open and airy. And thank you both for
making the other room 'my' room." He hugged them, individually and
together. "I've always loved that room. Thank you."

Lilly, the woman who ran Chez Lilly's had outdone herself with their
Christmas food and they shared a delightful Christmas Eve supper of moist
grilled salmon steaks served on rice with fresh basil, capers and
butter. To go with it was a vegetable pate in the shape of a Christmas
tree, a salad of oranges, red onion and endive and chocolate mousse tarts
with orange custard sauce.

Over the dessert and a fresh bottle of wine Jim explained why he'd been so
excited over the air-conditioning in the bedrooms. "Six months." He raised
his glass in a toast. "In six months I will be back in the States. To
live."

"That's wonderful, dad," Doug said, touching his glass with his.

"Better. I'm going to take a couple of months off and I thought, if it was
okay with you, I'd like to spend the time here."

Jimmy went around the table and kissed his dad. "What do you mean, 'if it's
okay with us'? This place belongs to all of us and if you want to, live
here permanently..."

"Well, let's not get carried away. Not just yet, anyway. But thanks. I'll
plan on it. Then, once I've gotten my batteries recharged and regained my
American ways, I'll go back home, find an apartment and go back to the
office. Although it'll be dull after Brazil, I can tell you that."

As the talk went on Jim found himself growing more and more sleepy. After
nodding off for the third time he excused himself and went up to bed. Jimmy
and Doug followed after finishing the last of the wine. Jim was obviously
asleep when they looked in so they went to bed in their new room and were
asleep in minutes.

It was exactly six o'clock by the new bedside digital when Doug woke up. He
felt around the bed and found that he was alone. He smiled to himself and
went into the bathroom to pee before looking in Jim's room.

Sure enough, they were both there. Jimmy was lying on his back, his father
straddling his hips. The way Jimmy's legs were spread Doug could just make
out his balls and the base of his dick; the rest of his dick was buried in
his dad's ass. Doug stood and watched for a moment, until the pressure of
his own hard dick made him move.

He coughed, so he wouldn't startle them. Then he went to the bed and put
his hand on Jim's shoulder. "Is there room for one more?" he asked.

Jim looked up and Doug could see that his eyes were already a little out of
focus. "Always room for you, Dougie," Jim said in a horse voice.

Doug bent down and kissed Jimmy and then straightened so Jim could suck on
his cock for a moment. Then he quickly rolled on a condom, climbed on the
bed just behind Jim and straddled Jimmy's legs. At the first touch of
Doug's hard cock both Jim and Jimmy knew what he was planning and both of
them shivered with anticipation.

Jim leaned forward and kissed his son, making himself more accessible to
Doug. Doug laid his dick along the top of Jimmy's, right where it entered
Jim, and gently pushed forward. Jim took a deep breath and willed himself
to relax, to open and allow Doug entrance.

"Oh, yes, yes, that's it." Doug felt Jim begin to open to him and slowly
pushed his dick into the tightest place it had ever been. He could feel
Jimmy's dick, too, a slick hardness under his and when his balls came to
rest on top of Jimmy's it was all he could do to hold off his orgasm.

They stayed that way, unmoving, sorting out the new sensations, for more
than a minute. Then Jimmy, holding his dad still with a deep kiss, tried a
couple of experimental strokes. At first Doug was afraid one of them would
force the other one out but they quickly found the right rhythm: one slowly
pulling back while the other pushed in. Jim's sphincter gripped their cocks
tightly together and with each stroke each could feel the other sliding
along the length of his dick. For Jim the sensation was even more intense;
the feeling of two cocks in him at the same time, sliding in opposite
directions, stretching his sphincter to a point just short of pain was fast
bringing him to orgasm and there was nothing he could do to control it. He
gave in and let the pleasure carry him up to the peak and, without warning,
toss him over.

Jim's spasms forced the two cocks moving inside him more tightly together
just as the two cockheads were rubbing past each other. Jimmy and Doug
gasped and lost control at the same time. That each could feel the other's
contractions directly in his cock only served to prolong and intensify the
pleasure.

When they were in control of their muscles again they gently pulled out,
first Doug and then Jimmy. When they had all cleaned themselves they laid
back on the bed, Jim in the middle.

"What's funny," Jimmy asked, seeing his father's grin.

"I was just thinking, you can teach an old dog new tricks, can't you."

Doug grinned and lightly slapped him on the chest. "You're not that old a
dog. What are you, sixty-four, sixty-five?"

"Hey, watch it Junior. I am a mere fifty-two. And after what you two just
did to me I have to say a very flexible fifty-two at that. Damn, how I ever
managed to take the both of you up there I'll never know."

After a long, hot shower together they dressed and went downstairs to have
their Christmas. Later, bundled up against the cold and walking on the
beach they agreed that they liked the clear blue sky and bright winter sun
but they really missed the snow. They also discussed Jimmy's impending
change and the establishment of KBK. Jim was quite touched that they'd
included him in the name and hugged both of them when they told him.

That night in bed he hugged them again only this time, not being encumbered
by over coats, scarves and gloves, he hugged them around the waist while
taking them, each in his turn, into his mouth. They, when he'd finished
with them, took him into their mouths, together. Then they slept, curled
against each other.



To be continued...

Comments, suggestions and yes, advice, gratefully accepted. I'm having just
a little trouble with Toby - any suggestions?

Greg
jg.ps@gte.net