Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 21:00:53 -0700
From: Queer4life Queer4life <queer4life@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jimmy Max 1

      Jimmy Max

      This is a work of Fiction

      Fiction: An artwork of fantasy tinted with the brushstrokes of
reality

      I loved his nut-sack the best, and I told him so.  He giggled the way
twelve year olds do.  It comes out mirthfully and then there's a look from
the boy like, `Oh I just farted at an inappropriate time' and it's because
he doesn't want to give in to having fun much.  They never really laugh
like haw haw, but they giggle a lot if they think the things you say are
funny.  I say a lot of funny things.  Jimmy thought I was funny.  We were
lying on the living room carpet, my cum drying between his ass cheeks, and
we explored each other's bodies with our fingers now that the instantaneous
lust of fucking had passed.  The first time is always so exciting it's hard
to remember what the person looked like, smelled like, and felt like unless
you stay awhile afterwards and touch.  I've been having these perceptive
moments since I was 13, three years now, and it was precociousness that led
me to see separation from my parents.  16, a job, advanced classes at the
community college, and an apartment.

      Jimmy had my cock in one hand and ran his finger up and down the back
of it, and I cupped his nut-sack and fingered the spongy marbles inside.
The skin was so smooth and silky, soft like nothing else I can think of,
and because of the summer heat his balls hung low and there was plenty of
sack for me to touch.  Earlier his nuts were up tight and ready to fire, if
he had anything to fire, but he didn't right now.  His sack was without a
sign of hair, also the base of his cock, between his legs leading to his
hole, all smooth without a trace of a nub.  The small patch of black hair
above his cock looked like some light, narrow summer grass I had seen
moving in the breeze at the ocean.  Kind of like Hitler's little square
moustache but with a permanent wave.  A poodle with a noodle.  There was so
little of it I could see the spaces between the hairs.  It wouldn't stay
that way long.  Soon, maybe in days, the hair would sprout on his ball-sack
and he would begin shooting hot drops of cum for me to taste.  But you know
this occurrence of needful sex didn't start here on the rug.  There's
always a backstory and that's the real tale here.  I'd only met Jimmy less
than an hour ago and we'd only been here in my apartment for half an hour.

      It was one of those perfect summer days, where the warm is the best
part of it without a heavy hand of humidity.  I needed to do some work on
my 4x4 Chevrolet pickup to make sure everything was tight and ready for a
couple of nice months running the rig up in the hills on narrow logging
roads that led to views on top of the world.  Camping with a tent and a
bonfire beside a bubbling creek that provides instant trout dinner if we're
not lazy.  I said we're didn't I, and of course I never go to the woods
alone, I always take pleasant company.

      I wore my summer outfit of an old pair of red athletic shorts, dirty
sneakers and a tank top.  I am fit and tan and I know I look all right. I
work out three times a week with a trainer and my teenaged muscles take on
a hard well-defined appearance easily.  I carried my small toolbox, mostly
wrenches of all shapes and sizes, a couple of screwdrivers, some pliers and
a pack of spearmint gum.  I fetched a stick of it after I set the kit down
and opened it to work.  It's a good idea to carry a thick blanket, like
maybe a furniture pad, around with you because you never know when you
might need to lie on the ground.  I carry one in the extra cab behind the
seats and I unfolded it and swept it sideways under the truck.  I selected
a handful of wrenches, lay on my back on the blanket and scooted myself
underneath it.

      There are dual exhausts on the Chevy and one of my tasks today was to
check all the bolts, nuts and u-joint clamps.  I worked my way from up by
the manifolds back to the first clamp on the front of the mufflers and I
heard a lawnmower start up at the house next door.  Out of the corner of my
eye I see a shape and a mower working out from the house to the street, and
I don't pay attention much because I'm focused on my work.  Then it came by
closer, right behind the truck about fifteen feet away.  I glanced up and
saw a dark haired boy about 12 or so, khaki pants, white but soiled
t-shirt, and couldn't see his shoes because the lawn was so tall.  Now I
love boys and this one looked a peach, and then he was gone past.  I worked
another minute and heard the mower approaching so I turned a little to look
at him, eye candy for the working man.  This time when he saw me looking at
him he slowed his pace, but he wasn't looking at my face at all, he stared
between my legs, then he was gone again.  My cock twitched a bit and flexed
and I thought I would check his reaction the next time he passed when I
opened my legs wide and pulled aside the liner in my shorts to show him my
feelings about him.  This time coming by he slowed before he got into my
sight, his eyes were already set at the level to see what was going on
between my legs, and I had prepared a show.  My cock was half hard and up
on my thigh and I had my hand on my ball sack squeezing.  The boy stopped
and gawked, swept strands of hair away from his eyes with the back of his
hand.  He was so damn cute I was having a hard time maintaining half an
erection, and then he did something I hadn't anticipated.  He turned
towards me and his zipper was wide open like a mouth, then he turned away
and pushed the mower.

      This was the part I love, when we are both sure we are going to have
sex with each other soon, but both of us have different rituals we go
through in the process of getting from here to bed.  I called it the dance
because it almost appears choreographed.  I worked my way to the rear of
one muffler and secured the nuts on the clamp when the mower stopped, and
had the other muffler done when the voice spoke beside the truck.  A boy's
voice that has that timbre of resonance, that hinting of hormonal change,
not a kid's voice at all.

      "What are you doing?"

      "Getting the truck ready to go in the hills camping," I said.

      Always let the boy know in advance there are fun places you can go to
be together.  This one would love to go on a camping trip and would feel
safe doing it with me.

      "Hmm," he said and knelt on the blanket, leaned to one side and
looked at me.

      Brown eyes, not easy to read, but behind his I thought I caught a
glimpse of wisdom.  Full lips but not girly red, and he licked those lips
when I looked at him.

      "You camp out much in the summer?" I said.

      "Nope.  My stepdads don't take to it much because you have to drive
so far just to get drunk.  They like to stay home and drink."

      Drunk stepdads, lots of information there.  More than one, mom's
loose and nobody pays any attention to this cute boy except his closest
friends and allies.

      "You want to give me a hand here?" I said.  Double entendre for sure,
maybe corny, but I was horny.

      "Sure, what can I do?"

      He lay on his side and looked where I pointed at the u-joints on
front end of the drive shaft.

      "Take this wrench and this one and tighten those nuts if they're
loose.  I'll go to the other end and check those."

      "It's cool you have this truck and all," he said.  "You're not real
old are you?"

      "Sixteen," I said.  "You?"

      "Twelve, well, barely twelve like two weeks ago."

      I spun my body around so my eyes were just below his waist and that
zipper was still open.  It was dark in there but my imagination gave me
half a hardon right away.  I reached up and tested the nuts on the u-joints
and watched that dark hole for signs of life.  Sure enough when my cock
jumped to three-quarters hard I saw something wave inside and I watched a
nice pink boy cock head peek out the opening in his pants.  He watched as
my shorts poked out at full stiff.  He licked his lips again.

      "Hey it's really hot out here, let's go inside and get something cool
to drink."

      "That'd be great," he said.  "I worked hard on that lawn."

      Ah the word hard on, this boy has been here before and likes it.  We
got out from under the truck and wiped our hands on shop rags, rolled up
the blanket and tossed the tools into the box.  I locked the box in the
truck cab.

      "I like your truck," he said.  "It's cool, all high off the ground
and shit."

      "Yeah I like it too," I said.  "I'm Mark."

      "I'm Jimmy Max," he said.

      "Is Max your last name?"

      "No.  Some guys I know say I do stuff to the maximum, you know,
bikers and shit like that, that my stepdads know.  So they named me Jimmy
Max and I like it."

      "I do to," I said.

      At the apartment we went to the kitchen and washed our hands in the
big sinks, standing beside each other, me over six feet tall and he might
be five feet-one.  But love knows not of time and ages.  He smiled at me
when I wiped my hands and passed the towel to him.  Not a big smile with a
lot of teeth, and a smile that said I trust you.

      "What do you want to drink?" I said.

      "Vodka and orange juice," he said.

      "Oh I could never give you liquor Jimmy Max, that would be illegal.
Besides I'm not old enough to buy it.  How about straight orange juice."

      "I was kidding anyway.  I have only got drunk two times and I puked
and shit myself and it turned out weird.  Yeah, orange juice, with ice
would be cool."

      "Ice would be cool, that's funny," I said.

      "Yeah I like playing with words," he said.

      "Especially four letter ones," I said.

      I poured the orange juice into tall heavy glasses, added ice cubes
and handed one to him.

      "You want to watch a movie?"

      "Sure.  What do you have?  That big screen TV is cool.  Does it have
a sound system?"

      "I'll turn on the TV and we can scroll down a list of movies to
choose from," I said.

      I turned on the remotes for the sound and the TV and put it on a hard
rock station that cranks out music that sounds super on surround, eight
speakers and center driver.

      "Wow good sounds," he said.

      I sat on the couch and he surprised me further with his bold
approach.  This boy didn't need liquor to loosen up his morals, he had set
his sexuality in stone somewhere in his past.  So he sat on the floor right
between my legs and leaned back.  I hit the button to bring up the list of
movies, we scrolled through a dozen and he said, "Terminator 2, that's it."

      "Great movie, high camp," I said and cued up the movie.

      As the movie wound along Jimmy Max began to bounce his knees against
my calves, light and almost sensually at first, then harder, and finally it
seemed like a battle of legs.

      I put my feet between his legs and stopped his knees from moving.  We
watched the movie, I slid my feet back a bit and felt the touch of his
pants, so I lifted my feet slightly and came back another inch, let them
down and lightly massaged that package with my heels.  We didn't speak,
didn't need word, My cock was full hard and I had it outside my shorts
jacking it slowly.  His head came back on the couch front to be near to my
crotch.  We drank orange juice.  Arnold drove a car madly backwards through
a parking garage while an android chased him on foot.  Linda Thompson fired
handguns.  I stopped moving my heels.

      "You don't have to stop, it feels good," he said and sighed.

      I began to rub again.  He went, "Hmm."  He wrapped his arms around my
calves and hugged them.

      "You do it with guys don't you?" I said.

      "Yeah, you to," he said.

      "Come on let's get down on the carpet and get our clothes off.  I
want to take off yours myself.  Lie on the rug on your back."

      Jimmy Max lay on his back with his hands behind his head.  He stared
at my cock pushing out the front of my shorts.

      "Take em off first," he said and pointed to my shorts.

      I stripped the shorts and the tank top, toed off my shoes and stood
over him with my feet on either side of his waist.  He leaned up in a
perfect sit-up and put one hand on my balls.

      "Put the other hand up there too," I said.

      When he got both his hands on my balls I reached down and pulled up
his t-shirt on over his arms, he let go of my balls long enough to let the
shirt go off and got right back to holding my sac.  I ran my hands across
his back, over his shoulders, not big but strong looking, flat hand all
over his chest.

      "Lie back," I said.

      He did and I unbuttoned his pants, pulled them open and felt him
through his jockey shorts.  He was hard, slender and maybe four inches.  I
could feel it's heat calling to me through the material.  I got onto my
knees between his legs and pulled the pants down and off, ran my hands up
his legs, outside, inside the thighs, slide fingers beneath the shorts leg
hole and find the hard cock and soft balls inside.  Truly a synergistic
contrast.  I pulled off his shoes and socks and he giggled for the first
time.

      "Ticklish there," he said.

      I couldn't wait any longer.  I snatched his jockeys down at once and
looked at his cut cock flexing with his heartbeat.

      "Ah, very nice," I said.  "'A heavenly tower' a poet once wrote."

      "A tower makes it sound real big," he said.

      "It's a lovely size, oh and look how it throbs when I wrap my hand
around it."

      I squeezed his cock and began to get a nice rhythm stroking him.  I
put my other hand between his legs.  He closed his eyes and I watched them
flutter.  Bliss.  His mouth was half open.  I thought I saw a tiny drop of
pre-cum, but nope, maybe a stray drop of pee.  Then he arched his hips
upward and shuddered all over, He grunted and pumped his hips a couple of
times.  A perfect dry cum.

      "Oh shit, that was so good," he said.  "Why is it like this and so
good and sometimes it's so fucked up too.  It should always be the same."

      "That's pretty deep thinking for a twelve year old," I said.  "Enjoy
the sex don't analyze it or compare it.  If it's good so hooray, if it's
not then okay do something to change."

      "Yeah I guess that works," he said.  "I want to suck you."

      I lay on my back and Jimmy Max knelt between my legs, leaned that
beautiful neck forward and licked the head of my cock.  He put his lips
around the head and held it in his warm mouth, then he began to move
slightly, lips caressing my cockhead over and over.  I ran my hands through
his hair.  I felt the pressure begin behind my balls and I put my hand on
his forehead to stop him.

      "Wait, I want to do something with you," I said.  "Turn around so you
can suck my cock and I'll do yours."

      "Oh yeah, that sounds cool," he said and turned around to face my
cock.  He took it between his thumb and forefinger and cradled it while he
began to suck again and using part of the shaft this time.  Head, shaft,
head head shaft.

      I slid down on his cock and balls, spit back the balls and worked on
his hot little cock, bumping my nose on the soft patch, running my hands on
his thighs and over his ass.  He shook and came again.  Boy dry cums are so
great, like a repeating rifle.  When he went off I began to tighten and
flex my ass cheeks and he stopped sucking.

      "I don't want you to shoot your stuff in my mouth.  Jack off between
my ass cheeks and shoot it there.  But not inside me.  My stepdad hurt me
there a couple of times."

      "I'll never do anything to hurt you," I said.  "If I do something
that makes you feel uncomfortable let me know and I'll stop.  All you got
to do is say `no'."

      Jimmy Max smiled, turned around with his ass facing me, then went
down on his stomach and spread his legs.  Wow those cheeks, so smooth,
round, warm.  I ran one hand over his cheeks while I knelt and began to
jack off, moving forward so I was close to his ass.  He had his hands under
him rubbing his cock and balls, he arched his butt up into the air a couple
of times.  We had it going now, that perfect ass in front of me, the touch,
Jimmy Max and I jacking off together, I let the feeling start to throb from
my balls to the base of my cock.  Soon now.  I moaned and Jimmy Max pushed
his ass up closed, close enough I could feel his skin on my cock head.
That did it, I burst, shot the first one into his ass crack, missed with
the next, then set to dripping the rest inside him.  He put one hand back
and ran it inside his crack.

      "That was so fucking great," I said.

      "Yeah, we got to do it some more.  I don't have time today I have to
go home in about ten minutes."

      And that's how we got here.  I've got three more minutes to touch him
and smell his aroma, so if you'll excuse me now...

      * * * *

      This is the beginning of a long and endearing sexual friendship.
Jimmy Max isn't afraid or insecure so he brings his special buddies around
to meet me, I mean Mark.  I will continue the story in the next episode.
Before I edit it though I'm sending a little money to Nifty.  Give if you
can, it helps them help us and meet new authors.

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