Jimbo and JJ

Tales of Jimbo And JJ Chapter Four A Night of Surprises by Ike Rose

JJ and I had a great time enjoying mansex with our "neighbors", the Texas Twins, Cal and Al. Cal loves hairy guys like me, while Al worships muscle-men like my... well, I was still learning to think of my roommate, the first man I'd ever had sex with and the first guy I ever called my best friend as "my boyfriend". And enjoying it a lot: I'd fallen head-over-heels in love in one night of passion with the only person who I've ever felt comfortable with; who ever made me feel like a man instead of a boy just by being with me.

John and I had earlier come to some agreements about sex with other guys when it was obvious that Al and Cal lusted for our bodies, having met them when they opened the door to our mutual bathroom while I was fucking a load out of John's balls. We'd agreed on our desire to try out other men, but our unwillingness to let any other man use the ass of the men we loved. I was to learn that would be the ONLY limit my sexually adventurous boyfriend would allow. I had to admit that he was the Boss of our relationship, being the more outgoing and aggressive.

We'd also made friends with two juniors, Tony and Brad, slightly taller than us at 5'9", but really well-built. Both of them were on the wrestling team, and they'd spent the summer working construction, because their families had discovered they were boyfriends, and neither was welcome at home any longer. They were roommates who'd become boyfriends, like JJ and me.

To the average American male, 5'9" may not sound tall, but the four of us are... well, to be frank, shrimps. All four of us were born premature; both John and I were from inbred small communities. The average height of males in my hometown of Joy, Kansas happens to be 5'9", although my big brother takes after our mother's Scandinavian family. He's 6'3" and to a 5' Korean woman. I'm 5'5" and John, a native of Joy Mississippi, is 5'3". We'd howled with laughter to learn that the Jewish twins, who are an entire inch taller than me, were from an even smaller speck on the map called Joy Well, Texas!

We'd met Brad and Tony as we arrived back at our dorms at New York University from a trip uptown to the bus-terminal to pick up trunks belonging to John and the twins. They'd realized during that trip that until I'd driven from Kansas to New York alone in that fall of 1968, I'd never seen myself as small, because the entire county of Kansas where I was born comes from the same basic gene pool. It was guys like my giant brother who'd been teased as freaks. Carefully.

I'd had a new experience driving cross-country; big men smirking and laughing at me and my smaller dick. I'd become sensitive to this, and had become steamed at some big brutes who laughed at four small men carrying two large trunks. The other three were more accustomed to behavior like this. We'd all had to go to school in another town, but their schools had a greater diversity than my school had. They didn't LIKE that kind of behavior, but it wasn't new to them, so they'd learned to ignore it.

After our sex with the twins, John and I went had a man-sized lunch with them in a diner. I had been surprised when our new pals Brad and Tony, the boyfriends from our dorm who were both on the Wrestling Team, had commented that we looked like we'd make good lightweight wrestlers, and they three of them had agreed while I scoffed at the idea of a man my size being a "jock". The twins had decent records as high school wrestlers, and John had made the team, but was unable to be on it, since he needed to get on the school bus at the end of classes to return to his isolated village.

We talked about their sports experiences during lunch. I realized that it wasn't just those big men making fun of me that had made me feel inferior; I had somehow or other gotten the idea that I wasn't "good enough" to try out for sports. I idolized my giant older brother, but I literally grew up in the shadow of the big Marine, hitting high school knowing I'd be the first male in my family in five generations who couldn't join the Marines because I was too short. I'd left Joy already with a deep sense of inferiority that was just activated by the sneers of the big men I'd met on the road.

The twins had been trying to convince me to learn some wresting moves from them so I could try out with them and JJ for the team, reminding me that wrestlers fought against men their own size.

Cal smirked at me. "James, there are two more reasons you should learn to wrestle. First of all, it's the sexiest sport of guys like us. Rubbing up against another man, muscles straining, smelling his sweat, even a guy who would never dream of fooling around with another man pops a boner. And wrestling singlets make them obvious."

John laughed. "The first time I practiced with our team, to give the two lightweights on our team someone new to fight, the Coach gave a biology lecture. He explained that primitive men fought each other for the right to exclusively mate with the females, like apes do. So fighting and our sex drive is linked biologically and automatically. All fighters occasionally get hard; some orgasm during a good fight, or when they realize they'd won."

I laughed. "OK, so I'd get to rub erections with some strange guy, and maybe get him to shoot his load in his jockstrap. Not bad. What`s the other reason, Cal?"

The twins leered at each other, then shrugged. Al whispered across the table: "It's the hottest foreplay for queer - I mean mansex that there is." I had objected to our using put-down words like queer and fag. The best I'd come up with in one day was "mansex". The others indulged me, since they agreed with me.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Remember, the two of us really don't know diddlysquat about mansex. You two already doubled our knowledge in one session. We discovered anal sex from that porn magazine my brother and dad gave me in that pile." I turned to John. "We have to look closer at those magazines. Tony and Brad found three to borrow. I`m beginning to wonder about that gift."

Cal laughed. "Just wresting together can be a turn on. But we two.. well, we experimented, since we're about equal as wrestlers. Greased up our asses, then wrestled tough until one of us had a dick in the ass. Man, those would be the hottest fucks. We both had boyfriends for awhile last year, guys just a little older than us. We taught them the 'game', and they loved it, although they were bigger than us, so we both would end up dicked most of the time."

Al smirked. "Which neither of us complained about. I guess you've figured out by now that both of us love getting fucked. We like fucking, and oral sex is really great, but we're both mostly turned on by taking it up the ass." I looked nervously around; no one was sitting within two tables of us in the mostly empty diner. "Although as better wrestler, we both beat our boyfriends at times. That was pretty hot, too, being on top for a change." Cal agreed.

John was excited. "Oh, fuck Jimbo, now you HAVE to learn to wrestle. I want to be able to do that with you." He blushed when he realized he'd slipped and used my hated nickname, which I allowed him to use as a sex-name.

I shot him a dirty look as the twins echoed "Jimbo?"

Annoyed, I answered: "My full name is James Robert McArthur - technically there's a roman numeral two after that on my birth certificate and draft card. I was named after my mother's brother who died in World War Two, and HIS nickname was Jimbo - so I was stuck with it all my life. This asshole who I fell in love with knows I despise it, but uses it when we're.. intimate."

JJ muttered: "I'm sorry, baby, they got me so hot, I slipped." Under the table, I squeezed his hand. I couldn't stay mad at him.

I looked sternly at the twins, who both had odd full first names. "So if you two don't want the entire dorm knowing your REAL names, you better forget about 'Jimbo'!"

Al smirked. "Big deal. I told you; as an actor, I'd probably use it for my stage name."

I shook my head. "Alarbus is too weird a first name, but I'll bet that like most Jewish performers, you'll try to mask your origins. So you'll use Alarbus as your LAST name, and something masculine and WASP, like Chad or Brad. Or go really exotic and steal Caliban from Cal. Yeah - `And Starring Caliban Alarbus' would look great in lights." We all laughed. "And give anyone into Shakespeare a good giggle."

Cal smirked. "Can we call you Jimbo during sex?"

"No, only one man has that right. Although he'll be bruised tomorrow morning for letting it slip." I grinned at John fondly. He was quite a bit more muscular than me then, and the idea of me beating him up seemed silly, although as a farm-boy, I was very strong, just wiry instead of massively muscular like him.

We paid our bill and walked back to the dorm, splitting to unpack. I'd left the bathroom door open after I'd used the toilet. John and I were putting his stuff away when the sounds of sex came from the other room. We grinned.

"Damn, those two are horny." I joked.

"And obviously taking turns." Although identical twins, Al had taken voice lessons as part of his plans of becoming an actor, and ended up with a deeper voice than Cal. We were already able to tell the difference. John shouted out: "Give him an extra one for me, Cal!" which caused them to laugh - then shut their door.

We'd seen how the twins had pushed their beds together to make one big bed, tying the legs together. We decided to do the same thing, placing the headboards along a short wall. With the end tables, it just fit perfectly in that space beyond the door into our room. We had a corner room with two outer walls, and there was a fire-emergency staircase next to our room, with sealed doors that set off alarms, so we'd have plenty of privacy in bed. We decided that only people we were willing to let know about our sexual relationship would be invited to our room. There were enough lounges in the building for other socializing.

As we were pushing our furniture around the room to give us a better arrangement with the new bed, we heard the twins using the shower together. We grinned at each other, remembering our sexual adventures in there, and the almost embarrassing discovery of me fucking JJ against the sink by the twins. They came in naked, drying themselves.

"Hey, the room looks great this way. We just came in to remind you that we're supposed to be meeting the big guys in about 40 minutes." I started giggling. Al asked, "What's so funny?"

"Me. My stupidity. I just realized how size is relative. To the four of us, they're `big guys'. My 6'3" ex-Marine big brother would see them as shrimps, although I have a feeling if he sneered at them, either of them is tough enough to take him down and hurt him. At least the first time. I guess you all are right. I should try to learn to wrestle just to boost my confidence as a man. So you two, with Tony and Brad, can teach me. JJ would be too much of a distraction until I'm ready for the more... fun aspects of the sport." I leered at my boyfriend, who looked disappointed. "If I can wrestle John as an equal, or close to it, before there are team tryouts, I'll tryout." I began to get undressed to shower.

Cal smirked. `What, you expect your first lesson know?" I gave him a friendly finger, throwing a pillow at him. They left laughing as John began to undress.

It was my turn to get fucked in the shower, declaring that if the twins came to use the toilet, they could watch the show. I'd put my greasy jerk-off hand-cream on JJ's cock before we left the room, so when he rammed into me, making me howl in delight, it wouldn't wash off like the soap had.

Being more used to it, and more comfortable being in love with my man, I really enjoyed holding onto the edges of the stall as he fucked me hard. I was loving it, shifting my position a few times until his cock was mashing that magic spot in my ass. He laughed when I began to groan VERY loudly from that. "Found that magic spot I told you about, huh?" I just nodded, since speech had become impossible.

Sure enough, Cal needed to shit just about then. He came in smoking a cigarette, and sat down opposite us, enjoying the show.

I smiled at him, wriggling my ass back, trying to get every bit of my JJ inside of me. I moaned. There are advantages to a very strong man fucking you; he can really pound into your butt, and having gotten the angle right, it felt like his dick head was pounding my assnut to jelly. I began to howl again. I was hooked on my man fucking me, and he'd be doing it more often that I'd originally thought. A LOT more often.

JJ reach around and pulled on my nipples, sending shock waves to my balls. Waves of pleasure went through my body. I felt like I was being jerked-off from inside my balls. I have to admit that Cal sitting there, smoking a cigarette and casually watching, got me hotter. Al had walked in somewhere along the way, attracted by my loud moans, and he stood watching, playing "pocket pool". Having the two watch my muscle-stud pounding my ass made me feel like I was on fire; waves of lust consumed me as John fucked me and worked my now very sensitive nipples harder.

I felt a new sensation in my guts. My ass muscles were clamping down on that beautiful dick in my ass, and I began to whimper. My balls felt like they were filled with burning lava. I realized I was about to cum, and couldn't say anything. The pleasure of my man hammering my ass was overwhelming.

Cal continued to sit there, just playing with his nipples, but when it became obvious from my moans and the way my cock was jerking around that I was about to blow my load, he scrambled over to take me in his mouth and drink my cum as JJ filled up my ass. Al insisted on licking John's load from my hole while my boyfriend and I kissed, sated. It was fabulous. I loved the feel of his mustache on my ass, and couldn't wait to feel the difference that Cal's fuller, longer mustache made eating my ass. I learned what an ass-eating should feel like, and knew that John would get a better job from me the next time. Which would be later that night, just before I returned this great fuck.

The twins, already dressed for the evening, followed us into our room. I looked at Cal. "Where'd you get that hemp to smoke?"

"Y'all smoke loco-weed?" Al asked.

"Well, we call it hemp, since it used to be a cash crop. Then horse-power was replaced by gasoline, and rope wasn't as valuable. But it grows wild all over the prairie. Even some adult still smoke it, but all the teenagers do. Cheaper than booze. All you have to do is find a private place to dry it out. I used our attic."

John grinned. "We call it wacky-weed, and it grows wild in the meadows. It was also grown for rope in our area. Some of the old folks still make rope and cloth from it. I have a big bag of it in my trunk, since I'd heard it was hard to get in cities and illegal. Well, it ain't legal back home, but the sheriff smokes it too, so nobody ever gets in trouble if they just gather it for themselves. He'd arrest anyone picking large amounts to sell."

Cal laughed. "We bought along a nice sized supply for the same reason, and one of our cousins is willing to send us some a few times a year with some smelly stuff like salami, to hide the smell. Grows wild outside our town for the same reasons."

I grinned as I opened my underwear draw and pulled three large plastic bags out. "I knew it was illegal in cities, so I bought a supply, and arranged for a `care package' from my older cousin. Also wrapped inside something smelly."

We all laughed as Cal rolled another cigarette, and we dressed, sharing it. I wore some tight jeans with cowboy boots, and a western shirt left unbuttoned to show off my hairy chest, while the JJ wore the same basic outfit with his trademark skin-tight t-shirt.

We called the others, then sat sharing the next cigarette. I looked at my man. "Remind me to get you some new shirts." I giggled.

"Why?"

"I don't want every man and woman on campus drooling over MY man's hot body. And I'm sure that those tight t-shirts of yours will distract a few professors."

He laughed. "My green-eyed redhead. I sure do hope my muscles get me a few A's from horny teachers. But my ass belongs to one man, buddy, and you damned well know that."

Cal opened the door for our older friends. Brad looked surprised. "Where did you guys find dope so quick. You just got here."

Tony laughed. "They brought it with them from home, like I used to, asshole. I swear, these city boys think they invented marijuana. Give me a toke on that joint."

We learned some big city terms. Brad was from New York, but it turned out that Tony was a brother Kansan. "Where're you from, Tony?"

"Ever hear of Freedom, Kansas? Population 9,000, give or take a few dozen?"

"Believe it or not, yes. My father's cousin lives there. I visited once when I was a kid. It seemed like a big town to me. My hometown of Joy is less than half as big."

"Wait. McArthur? Is Reverend McArthur you cousin? From the Unitarian Church?"

I grinned. "Out of curiosity, do you have more than one Rev. McArthur in town?" We laughed as he shook his head. "Yes, that's my dad's cousin Tim. Do you know him?"

He was silent for a second. "He and his wife gave me shelter last Christmas when my parents kicked me out of the house after they read a letter Brad sent me. A pretty explicit love letter."

"You folks kicked you out and your MINISTER took you in?" he nodded, some tears in his eyes. I squeezed his hand. "How strange. I wonder why he'd do that?"

"You don't know?" He looked startled.

"Reverend Tim and dad were never that close. We went to Freedom with my grandparents when his eldest son got married, but other than that, it's been basically Christmas cards. I remembered it mainly because I wrote a paper about the town of Freedom and Bleeding Kansas afterwards. Joy was also an abolitionist colony from then."

Brad asked: "Bleeding Kansas?"

Surprisingly, John answered. "Before Kansas was admitted to the Union, there was a debate over making it a Slave state or Free state. Both sides sent in colonist to stuff the ballots eventually, but it turned very violent."

Brad asked: "What eventually happened?" The twins looked interested.

"Kansas was admitted as a free state a few months before the Civil War started."

I laughed: "How does a country red-neck from Mississippi know...?

"Hey, not all of us are red-necks just because we`re poor!"

I kissed him. "I'm sorry, baby. That's a stereotype, just like you looking for horns on the twins' heads, but how DID you know that? Most people outside of Kansas never heard of it. Even in Kansas, many people won`t talk about what side their ancestors were on."

"My family's not originally from Mississippi, but Georgia. They were also abolitionists before the War, involved in the Underground Railroad, and involved heavily in Reconstruction. When that collapsed, their lives were in danger, as were those of some black families, so they fled to Mississippi and founded Joy. They pretended to be slave owners trying to hold on to their slaves, and picked an isolated enough spot to be left alone for over 75 years. Our neighboring black village is called Jubilation."

I looked at Tony. "What should I know about Reverend Tim?"

"I'll tell you over dinner. But now I feel like we`re kin. Hell, since we both come from anti-slavery Kansas families, we may very well be." He hugged me.

All pleasantly stoned, the wrestlers told us they were taking us to a small restaurant run by friends, and then a bar where men like us went to socialize and sometimes make connections.

John interrupted them. "James decided to let y'all and the twins teach him to wrestle. If he gets good enough to be competition for me, he'll try out for the team. I bet he makes it." He beamed at me, his anger gone.

Chattering, we all left. As we left the building, a tall, fat young man sneered "Faggots!" at Brad and Tony.

Although they seemed inclined to ignore it, my boyfriend strutted up to the asshole, and poked his belly. "Hey, scumbag, did you say something? Let me remind you that I'm down here close to your baby-makers. This farm-boy can geld you before you can even touch me.

The big idiot stared at my muscular man in his tight shirt. Small as he was, those shirts made him look very powerful. His fist was cocked back near this asshole's balls. "I wasn't talking to you, buddy. Anyone can see you're all man. I was talking to those two fruitcakes."

It happened so fast, none of us really saw it. The next second, the tall guy was on the ground, holding his guts, and JJ was sitting on his chest, a fist in his face. "You were talking to all six of us, buddy-boy. And we're all more men that you'll ever be. A 5'3" freshman FAGGOT took you down with one punch, and if y'all don't want to find your fucking face bloody and in the hospital, I suggest that y'all apologize. NOW!" He emphasized it with a punch to his head.

He groaned "Hey, I'm sorry. Get this little monster off of me."

"And I better never see or hear from you again, scumbag. Or every man on campus will know that a queer freshman midget beat the crap out of you." John got up and made as if he were about to kick the big man in the face. He scrambled up and ran off.

John turned to us. "I'm sorry. Weed makes me aggressive. I decided that Jimmy's right; there are enough enemies out there, so we shouldn't use those words about ourselves. But we should also fight back against idiots like that, and let them know they lost to a man they thought inferior."

We all had our mouths open in surprise. I just whispered, "Damn, JJ, you just got me really horny. I'm so proud of you, but baby, we can't fight the world."

Brad said "That guy will never talk, since he's a blowhard anyway. But James is right; you can get hurt, big-guy."

"'Big guy'? Are you making fun of me?"

"Hell, no. Not after THAT! I was trying to let you know I admired your guts. I better introduce you to some people I know who are into political liberation for homosexuals. They'll help you focus that fury for good. And you sure the hell better be trying out for the team. You're a bulldog, and can probably wrestle a man bigger than you. Hell, I want to try you out myself." Tony agreed, and JJ blushed proudly as we walked off.

The restaurant was small, and served beer with the simple food. The owners were a male couple. They welcomed their new friends warmly, and the twins flirted with them.

"Do you two flirt with every man you meet?" I asked, grinning.

"Just the hot ones. Sure, it's got us both a few punches in the nose, but quite a few surprising sexual offers. Including, by the way, that oil-worker I had a crush on when I was 13. I had sex with him regularly all summer. It was heavenly, finally having sex with the cigar-smoking hairy stud who first made me jerk-off about guys. Turns out he has a tight ass as well as a big cock. Al joined us a few times."

Laughing, I turned to Tony. "Now, what's this about Reverend Tim?"

"You have a homosexual cousin living here in New York. I'll make sure you meet." I must have stared at him stupidly. "Reverend McArthur's youngest son, David?" I was still lost. He remembered I was relative strangers to my relatives. "The Reverend did the same thing to Dave that my folks did to me ten years ago, so he came to New York. But when the Reverend was in a car accident five years ago, Dave was there within 48 hours. When his dad was OK, he said I just came here to make sure my father, who I love, would live. Now I'll leave.' The Reverend dragged him down and hugged him, and begged his son to forgive him. Ive had some talks with your cousin Tim over the years, since what happened is general knowledge."

"I have a.. a cousin like us here.. in New York? Holy shit." Tony nodded, ginning.

Cal stood up and called out "Red! Red Samuels!" A handsome muscle man with flaming red hair and a beard to match turned, startled. He stared at the twin, surprised, then tugged on the sleeve of the man sitting next to him. There was no missing that he was related to the twins, about ten years older than us.

He rushed over as Al sobbed "Abe!" and ran to hug him. Red joined the reunion. Red turned to Brad and said, with evident affection, "How do you two know these little jerk-offs?"

Two chairs were bought to our table, and general introductions were made. Red was the political friend Brad had mentioned. Tony told a vivid account of John's attacking the head of the Young Republicans on Campus. I groaned. "You HAD to attack someone who was the head of a conservative group. My man, the human tank." I squeezed his hand, grinning

Abe looked up. "That closet case? I happen to know he loves taking it up the ass down at the piers from the roughest men he can find, preferable minority men. Red and I go to watch the action and get hot, then put on our own show, and I've seen him there dozens of time, and one stud is never enough. I've seen him with one on each end, and lines to use him. He didn't even look after awhile to see who was using him. He`s a real slut."

Al asked. "And did you two guys join the line?"

Abe was silent, but Red blushed as only we redheads can, and we laughed. "Yes, " Abe confessed. "We took turns on his ass, then came over to stand where he could see us, dicks still hanging out. He was so embarrassed. then we laughed at him. We want back for seconds, calling him names. He shot a load then, just from the verbal abuse."

Cal exclaimed "That explains it. I thought he'd pissed his pants, but there wasn't enough. The idiot shot a load while John was beating the crap out of him. THAT'S why he had that big wet spot. He got off on this hot little stud whipping his ass in public."

We never got to a bar that night. The owners, learning of the family reunion, brought us a couple of pitchers of beer on the house. We had a grand time, and Red taught us the new word for queers that his political group was adopting, and was getting used by political homosexuals around the country: Gay. He said it stood for "Good As You".

Red and JJ got along very well. I found that I wasn't jealous. I could tell that John had a case of hero worship for the older redheaded muscle-man, and Red had been impressed by John's enthusiastic attack of that bigot less than two days after discovering his true sexual nature and a man to love. I could see that Red and Abe had the sort of relationship I hoped that we were building; mature, solid and trusting. Red and John might fool around, but probably with Abe and me, and certainly not behind our backs. It would be simple experimentation for John, with Red as a willing teacher. I thought with amusement that JJ must have a thing for redheads; he loved my red fur, and was almost drooling over Red, but mostly over his mind. I had to admit that since I was so turned on by my little muscle-stud, Red's muscular body, combined with his red fur, had me interested, too.

We walked back to campus, and all said goodnight. As soon as we got in the room, I locked the door to the bathroom. John looked at me. "I want you to myself, my Gay hero." I growled. "You got me so horny beating up that big closet case, and I was still horny from that fantastic fuck you threw me in the shower. You got it just right, sweetheart. Man, did you get an itch going in there. But I also wanted to try some of the tricks with my tongue that Al did in my ass on yours, and get you so hot you beg me to fuck you."

"Hell, I'm ready to beg to you now, Squirt," he grinned, lighting a cigar as he opened his belt, then sat to try to kick his boots off. I knelt and pulled them off as I pulled the zipper down on his jeans, knowing he wasn't wearing underwear. I licked under his foreskin to get out the rich deposit of precum that had gathered there. The stogie told me that he was taking charge right now, and I loved the idea. I pulled his pants off, and when I turned back from draping them on a chair, his shirt was gone. I stood looking at my man; naked muscles, smoking a cigar, hard and drooling precum, ready for me. Man, did he make me hot and horny!

"Get naked." he barked. My ass twitched at the authority in his voice. Yes, I'd been joking when I called him the Boss, but there was something about my Gay Bantam that made me feel... well, I now know the word is submissive, but that night, it was a new feeling or me. I felt manly, but wanting to service my man and make him shoot gallons any way he wanted. If barking orders at me made my man hotter... I realized that night that it made me hotter too.

I slowly stripped of my shirt, teasing him. He gave an appreciative wolf-whistle that made me grin. He helped me with my boots, then I wiggled out of my jeans, my bare ass a foot from his face. A wet finger slipped in me, and I sighed. My man was taking possession of me, and I was happy.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that, Horndog?" I asked as I knelt between his legs on the floor to start licking his balls. The position made me feel like I was his servant, and made me hornier than I`d ever felt before.

He groaned. "I'm the family shrimp, and I have big brothers. I had to learn to take them down quickly in fights or get my ass whipped by them. If I moved fast, and surprised them, I'm stronger than all but the oldest two. And I've whipped both of them on surprise alone, and getting their arm behind their back in a wrestling hold. An illegal one."

He lifted his legs as I licked down to his ass. He shut up, puffing the cigar and moaning. When his hand went to his drooling cock, I slapped it. He chuckled. "OK, I'll leave the load for you, Hot-stuff. You`ve become such a cum-hound in such a short time!" I slapped his ass, but chuckled back. We both had! Now I began to try some of the tricks Al had demonstrated on my ass earlier. John began to whimper, then wail. I guess I'd learned a lot in a short ass-eating session!

John began punching the bed with his fist in frustration that I wouldn't let him jerk off, and I realized that I might call him Boss, but I was in control of my muscle stud once he was hard and horny. I grinned to myself as JJ moaned "Oh, fuck, finally! YES!", when I wiggled a wet finger into his ass.

I used one finger for a minute, and then JJ handed me my hand cream. "More. Please, more!" he panted, puffing the cigar to get me excited. Getting three fingers greasy, I worked them in, and swallowed his cock to give him a surprise.

My man began to babble. He might have made sense in Mississippi, but I'd never heard noises like that in Kansas or New York. It was my turn to chuckle, and the vibration of that on his dickhead in my throat made my man howl with pleasure. I felt powerful, but at the same time, I still felt like John was the Boss and I was serving him. It was confusing, but hot.

I found that magic spot in his ass, and his dick jumped in my mouth, spurting precum in a sweet flood which I enjoyed more than I had dinner. He was bucking up into my throat, his balls hitting my chin, and now he was cursing in such a thick accent, it was still almost unintelligible. I was having a great time, and I had no doubt that my love was having one, too.

"Jimbo, fuck me. PLEASE!" Now, how could a man resist an invitation like that, from the only man he let call him that name? In fact, for the first time, my dick jumped when I heard him say it. Jimbo had become, in HIS voice alone, a beautiful sound. A fucking sexy word.

I kissed my way up his body, stopping to treat him to some of the delights Cal had taught me earlier with his nipples. I love listening to the powerful little muscle-stud whimper like a baby as I teased him. His legs were raised, waiting for me to enter him. As I kissed him, his legs moved to my shoulders, and I slowly entered his tight ass. We both moaned in ecstasy, shuddering with delight as our balls met.

My lips still glued to his, I began to pump into my man's beautiful tail. Three days earlier, I would have been shocked had someone told me I'd have thought of that sentence, and now, it excited me. I had a man. We loved each other. He had the cutest butt in the world, and it was all mine to fuck. And I loved kissing this man I loved. My world was turned upside down, and I was in heaven as I slowly fucked the tightest, hottest most exciting hole in the world.

I learned a secret than that I've never shared with John. It's the secret that makes our sex-life so successful all these years later, allowing me to keep my man's ass VERY happy. Thinking about us and our love instead of just wallowing in the pleasure my prick was experiencing slows down my physical reactions to our lovemaking. I was plowing him longer than I had before, and had found the position where each thrust in hit that little nut in his ass which made him go nuts. I watched him as his eyes closed and he began to make noises that went from gurgling to cooing to whimpering to express his pleasure while his dick jumped each time mine hit that sweet spot. He was drooling so much precum that it was forming a pool on his smooth washboard belly, filling his bellybutton.

Thinking about us might slow me down, but I was still fucking that tight, hot hole, attached to the man I loved. Eventually, I felt my balls tighten up, as they began to boil. "JJ, I love you, and I'm.. I.. gonna.." I lost all control and rammed deep into him with a howl like a coyote baying at the moon as my balls emptied into his guts. I bent over and kissed him, getting some of that precum on my furry belly.

I collapsed, and grinned at John, who was still hard. He picked up the cigar from the ashtray and relit it, grinning back. "That was... wow! It just keeps getting better with you, Hot Stuff. For awhile there, I thought y'all'd be balling me `till dawn. Not that I'd be objecting, but my legs were getting cramped and my back began to feel like a jackknife." He kissed me.

"Hey, Horndog, next time your legs gets tired, let me know, and I'll fuck that pretty ass of yours doggy style." He looked puzzled. "From the rear, like dogs fuck. You lived on a farm, you HAVE to have seen dogs fucking."

"Yeah, it always did get me riled up. One of my brothers once caught me behind the barn jerking off while I watched our bull fuck a cow. Man, my brother's teased me on that one for a year. Called me cow-fucker. At least he was nice enough to let me pop my nut before he began to make fun of me."

"I don't think I like your brothers." I huffed as I leaned over to lick that pool of precum form his belly.

"I got back at them as often as they got me, baby. You just have one brother, who's so much older than you that you worshiped him. We're all close in age; daddy kept momma knocked up pretty much all the time for 15 years, although she last a few babies, and Ive got sisters, too. I think it's different when there are a lot of brothers; teasing is a way of life, and so is fighting. But I also knew that any one of them would give his left ball for me. Just like I'd do for those idiots. I love them cause their my brothers. But I love you, Squirt, because you're my Jimbo, and the most special man in the entire world."

I had tears in my eyes from his little speech. I ran a hand over his smooth cheek. "And I adore you, because you're my hot, muscled wild-man who attacks bigots. But mostly because you're mine, and so loveable. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, John."

We kissed some more as I slowly greased up his pole. Having joke about doggy style, I got on all fours, wiggling my ass in his face. He showed me that he'd learn some of what I'd learned from Al; he still wasn't as good, and Al's mustache in his bunghole can drive a man wild, but JJ had something special: he was MY Horndog, getting ready to mount me, to take me like I'd felt earlier when he'd stuck a finger in my ass.

I put both pillows under my chest, and lay down, my ass in the air, and began to moan. I started my Korean curses, which JJ found hot, not even knowing what they were. It would be a week before he got around to asking me what I was saying.

"Horndog, fuck me. Please?" He grabbed my hips and pushed his dick into my hole. At this angle, my ass was closed tighter, and I gasped in a combination of delight and a small pain as he rammed in balls deep, taking me. He bit my neck, like a hound biting his bitch, and I sighed, completed.

I rammed my ass back to meet his thrusts. We were grunting like animals mating. I'd already fucked him in a similar fashion in the bathroom, but his legs had been spread wider, and I'd already cum in his ass. He'd fucked me from the rear in the shower, but I'd been basically standing up with my tail bent.

This was different, and we knew it. It wasn't JUST the position: he was taking command, and at the some time, I was controlling him. I experimented when he was in me all the way and tightened all of my muscles. JJ shouted "Holy fucking shit! What the hell are you doing? And don't stop, it feels so hot, Jimbo! Man, what a tight, hot hole!"

He began to screw me harder as I kept tightening and loosening my ass muscles, driving him crazy with the changes. He hit my assnut with each ramming thrust, and I was hard again after a half dozen hard lunges into my body and soul. I had done something similar to him in the bathroom; this was my first experience at getting fucked in such a way that I knew I'd shoot a load just from his prong prodding my assnut. The load I'd shot in the shower had, in part, been generated by the twins watching us, and JJ twisting my nips constantly. This was purely his cock smashing my assnut.

I was gasping from the stimulation. I began to encourage him; "Yeah, Horndog, do it! Take me and make me your man. Use me! I fucking love it, your hot muscle-stud! FUCK ME!!!"

My words got JJ even hotter. With a load groan, he sunk into me, biting the back of my shoulder as he dumped a load of wet fire in me. My ass was begin to spasm as I was about to shoot. John pulled out of me, pushed me over, and clamped his lips around my prick to drink my load.

My back to him as we lay on the bed, I eased my ass back onto John's still hard dick and he shuddered. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and licked my ears, kissing my neck. He pulled the arm under me out, clutching me to his sweating, heaving chest with his other arm, and I pulled a cover over us.

We slept, but an hour later I woke up, as he rolled over and pulled away from me. The moon shone into our window and the room was pretty bright, and I smiled as I looked at the sleeping form of the man I adored.

I lay awake in our "new" big bed in the moonlight, watching the man I'd fallen in love with sleep, both of us contented and drained by our lovemaking. It had been making love, not having sex. I'd felt the difference between my still inexpert fumblings with JJ, which was based on mutual respect and love, and the more expert coupling with Cal. I liked Cal, but with him, it had just been hot sex; there was nothing emotional happening beyond sexual satisfaction. On the other hand, just looking at John created a feeling of warmth and excitement beyond the sexual. John was love. John was my new home.

I had fallen asleep our first night together thinking that we were was Jimbo and JJ, united alone against a cold, hostile world. We were confused, and struggling with ugly words to describe the blossoming love we were both afraid to admit. Tonight we had a new word: "Good As You" - Gay, to describe us. We had a growing circle of friends, and somewhere out there in New York, I had a gay cousin.. well, my father's cousin's son.

I could never remember if that was a second cousin or a cousin once removed. In our family, even more distantly related people were simple referred to as "cousins"; elders often as "aunts" or "uncles", even when their relationship was nebulous. Kin was kin. He'd be double kin - a gay relative.

I had seen my true love attack a bigger man for just mouthing off at some of our friends, and worried that he might get seriously hurt someday in his sudden militant attitude. I was glad that the older, more mature Red Samuels, who he seemed to admire, was taking him under his wing to help him focus his anger on political action instead of violence.

Tonight we were Jimbo and JJ, united with friends to make a place for ourselves in this world. A place where we could be proud to be ourselves and in love.

Copyright 2011 and on, "Ike" All Rights Reserved World Wide. Reproduction in whole or in part in any form or medium without express written permission is prohibited.

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