Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 09:15:28 +0000 From: Jake Audio Subject: Jimmy Jameson, I remember. Part 3 I remember the year my first son was born as I look back at my life. I am 81 today. I was born in 1928 the depression years. We starved a lot but some how stayed alive. It was the year 1947. This is a look back my life. Now I was about to pass on to my son Jimmy-Boy, My oldest son. I don't know if I ever mentioned I was a third. Grandpa was the first, real name James Jameson. I know same name twice. Well there were lots of James in my family. Grandpa was the first use the number system for names. I was James Janis Jameson the third. My first born son was born when I was 18. Of course I named him James Janis Jameson the Forth. He was so small and special. I decided to call him Jimmy-boy for short. But there was nothing short about him. He grew fast and soon he was following me around everywhere. The only place he didn't follow me was to bed when the wife and I got it on; O yeah the men's club was also off limits. By the time he was train and off his mothers tits he was ready to be a man. Granted he was only 4, but I talked to him like he was 15. While my wife continued to have kids over the years; Jimmy-boy led the way for the others. I learned what a child was. The war had harden all of us to childhood. We weren't spared from death or what it was to well. But now was the years of peace and Jimmy-boy didn't know what it was. He grew up well; except he grew faster than me. Grandpa was first to tell me how the boy would be taller than me. I didn't care, sorry to say I loved him more than my wife. If she did notice she never said a word. When he turned turned 11 it was 1958, my wife and I had it out verbally; but she always gave in. "If he goes to that club I don't want him getting girls pregnant or hearing about him with other boys and their mothers complaining about it." "Nothing gonna happen to him. No one will force him to do anything. I promise." "Well don't blame me if he has problems in school." She said She really didn't know if she should object; but she did anyway. I took the beautiful boy his first night. He just watched. We talked the next day. I had joined My older brother Johnny working at the garage. It paid the extra bills and kept me out of the house mostly. My Grandpa owned the local paper and one of the general stores. He had recently refurbished it into a Department type store. It was great and so much stuff. The town had grown since the war. We had been a town of 60,000, now we had 90,000. Electricty was everywhere, and now we started using light bulbs. Granted Gas was still used for many homes till. But by 1959 most of them would be gone. So that afternoon at the garage Jimmy-boy asked me a number of questions. I kept thinking I was 15 when I learned most the stuff he saw at the club last night. My pals Jace, Rodger, Johnny, Grandpa, and even my brother Tracy who was now 25 with his own kids, younger than mine; joined us. He started to come over and Join me and my friends at age 13. He found a nice girl while at college and became a doctor. She was his little woman. She was not to smart and never figured out what went on at our club. We had 15 members, and we didn't add new ones without full members approval. So rarely did we add to our numbers. Members kids joined over the years. Back to Jimmy-boy. "Dad what is sex really all about?" "Do you remember what I told you about your penis?""Yeah control it around woman. But there weren't any woman last night.""Yes son, you have to control it around men too, but for a different reason. You can't just have sex with any male. He might hurt you.""Well Uncle Tracy said that sex desices can be cured by a painful shot of penicelica?""You mean Penicillin...and yes it can, but still you have to act like a man and not an animal.""Yes sir. But can I do stuff with guys at the club if I want?" I went on to tell my oldest son what sex was and how pregnancy could happen in a woman. He listen and took it all in, He was so smart. I wondered what he would become. He looked at me and said for the first time "Dad, you talk to me and treat me like a real man." "Why shouldn't I son. If you stay out of trouble I won't have to discipline or spank you." It was rare if I did happen to take any action. He was good boy. His school work was better than could be believed. He kept his teachers on their toes. The other kids like him except in the classroom where he made them look stupid by comparison. He was pushed ahead by two years by the time he entered 6th grade to the 8th. Because he was the same size as the other kids. No one seemed to notice he wasn't 13. He acted much older. But sex did play a big part in our lives. The club, which could qualify for a lodge, was now housed in a large building. Downstairs was a large bar, but there was a side entrance also with stairs going up to the back porch. It was one late night on Friday in October that things started for him and I. He had seem everything there was to see about male to male sex. He knew what to do, just never done it. He would often run into the bathroom and return with his dick a bit smaller in his shorts. I knew he want to join in but he didn't. "Dad, I like my new school. But some of the subjects are still to easy.""You read to much stuff for a kid your age." "Didn't you do the same Dad?""Yes I did Jimmy-boy. That wasn't a complaint or a scolding son. You just are very smart for a boy of 11." "Dad, it's been three months since I started coming to the club." "Yes.""Well I've never once touch anybody during the romps the guys have." "Yeah, so what's you point?""Well, I want to but I don't know...""Son, I know your turned on by all you see each night your here. What's wrong?""Dad, I've been jerking off since I came here. 5 times a day. I can't control my penis.""Son don't control it just enjoy it.""But Dad is there something wrong with me?""What do you mean?""Your penis is the one I think about most. I've wanted to touch it and more, but I'm so unsure about my feelings.""Son, first don't worry about your feelings yet. You may be smart, but you're only 11. Give yourself time to think them through. As far as my dick and everything about sex its still up to you. No one will force you to do anything. If they do I'll kill them and I don't they'll wish I had killed them." "Thanks Dad." I could see the wheels turning in his head. We were sitting in the back porch behind the building up stairs in wicker type relaxing chairs. Jimmy-boy came over to me and sat on my lap. He reached into my pants and had them open. He licked his hands and touched my dick. I was lost in his soft hands sliding up and down my dick. "So this is OK Dad?" "Sure son, what ever you want to do. I good with it." He didn't stop there. He took off all his closes. From the street no one could see us. It was a closed off porch with screens, built for the summer months when it got hot. It wasn't hot in October, but it was nice. Even naked it wasn't cold; however in November it would be cold. Jimmy-boy asked me to take off my clothes. How could I refuse him. I laid back down in the chair and he got on top of me. He rubbed his dick against mine. I loved it all. His hairless skin, the smell of his boyhood, the whole feel of his movement. Then he sat up on my legs and took my dick into his mouth. It had been years since a boy had touched my dick. My mother had died when I was 20, so Tracy came to live with Grandpa and me. Johnny had moved out a few years earlier with Sherry. They had a few kids two. But his oldest son was 10, he would join the club next year. 11 was the entry age, if the boy proved himself. The year before we had started a boy scout type troupe. We called it Wilderness Scouts. We weren't so sure the Boy scouts would understand that we might include sex as a merit badge. We weren't sure about all the details. Between the 15 members we had like 45 boys involved. Each member was part of the program is they wanted to have their sons be in the Wilderness Scouts. 11 year old boys would learn the sex stuff if they wanted. Back to Jimmy-boy...He knew I would cum in his mouth if he didn't stop in time. "Jimmy-boy, I close to cumin you're about to get a mouthful of it son." "I want to taste yours Dad, have for three months. But now I'm not scared with you anymore. I don't know what I feel, but I like what I feel." He went back to my dick and I had one of the best orgasm in years. It was so short, and my son got what he wanted to. "Good stuff Dad. It taste like mine but stronger." "Do you want me to taste yours?" "O yes Dad take my dick and do the same to me." That was the first time he said the word dick to me. He stopped for a moment and looked at me worried. "Don't worry about it son, you're almost a man. You can say dick now." I never used the world around my kids. The boys said it private, but penis was the word used. I took his dick into my mouth. It was so mall even at 4 inches hard.