JJ
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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JJ.'s real name was Jimmy-Jack James. His mother and father couldn't agree on a name. One liked Jimmy and the other liked Jack, so they gave him both names. For years that caused problems at school since teachers pointed out that they were essentially the same name. At first the boy liked Jack, since it had fewer letters and was easier to spell. Kids nicknamed him JJ. Since that was still easier to spell, the boy went with that name.
The nicer teachers thought he was mentally challenged and a bit plain. Dumb and ugly was the more realistic judgement. He was affable and resistant to learning. When he got older he did learn how to read and do some arithmetic. Knowledge beyond that point was of no interest to him.
When he was sixteen he dropped out of school. He was still dumb and ugly, and he then added lazy to his qualities. Those who had gone skinny dipping at the swimming hole in the woods also knew he was hung like fucking Trigger. He knocked up Emmeline Jones and had a classic shotgun wedding. She was short, ugly and a ball of fire. She was the only child of a prosperous family, and she supported him and produced a new child every few years. Her parents didn't like him, but loved the grand-children, so all was well if he stayed away.
Emmeline's father told JJ if he messed around with other women he would shoot him. In that part of the country that was regarded as being fair and sensible. That also was fine with JJ. Women and children were annoying, and by the time he was 19, he had discovered that he preferred messing with men.
Men didn't get knocked up and didn't give birth to squalling infants. Once you got a man off, you could go back to sleeping, fishing or hunting. There were no strings attached to man sex. JJ was good at sleeping, but a poor fisherman. He would hold a pole in the water and wake when a fish pulled on the line, and he would shoot a deer if it ran into him. Otherwise JJ's life was sleeping and fornicating.
As soon as his cock had begun to grow, the boys at the swimming hole discovered the attractions of a big cock. JJ like to suck cock and he made friends that way. I was one of those friends. My name is Nate and most people consider me to be smart. You could say that JJ and I discovered sex together. We weren't lovers, we just messed around. Eventually, older men discovered his charms. JJ wasn't smart, but if it resulted in an orgasm, he was game. JJ enjoyed shooting off and he liked it when other men shot off. He liked to help.
JJ lived outside of Broad Falls in the Shenandoah Valley. It was a small town of 3,000 people. It is not a hot bed of gay activity, but the word of JJ's interest slowly got out. It was a Bible Belt area, but in general, the sin of fornication was limited to male-female sex. The Sunday school teachers never mentioned man-on-man sex.
Man-sex was informally classified as messing around and letting off steam. JJ tended to take things literally. He was surprised to find out that spurting sperm was the same a letting off steam. He had thought the sperm would be hotter. JJ did discover that some men like to mess around a lot. Others let of steam once an a while, but for JJ both situations were pleasurable.
JJ didn't have much imagination; he was a slam-bang-thank-you-mam sort of guy. That was fine for men who wanted a quickie. He was twenty-one when old Doctor Smith taught him to slow down and smell the roses. JJ had run into Doc Smith a few times and the Doc had enough imagination for several men.
I met Doc Smith at my physical for college. He lingered doing the prostate exam. At Christmas vacation I sprained an ankle on a Saturday and had to see him. I went to his office and he bandaged it, and for some reason he gave me another prostate exam. Instead of pain pills he suggested a massage. That turned into a prostate massage with Doc using his cock to rub the tender gland. That was a total success for both of us. I seemed to meet up with Doc every vacation or recess from school.
Eventually, JJ worked for Doc Smith doing chores at his house and hunting cabin. Working was never JJ's strong suit, but the Doc and his pals, Sheriff Don and Trooper Bill decided to give JJ some lessons in man fun. The Doc was afraid JJ was incapable of learning. He soon discovered that sex offers immediate rewards, and JJ was a good student of the arts of man sex.
Of course, they knew JJ had a big cock and a willing mouth. Doc soon realized that JJ had oversized balls and a five-minute recharge time between orgasms. While JJ was a good cock sucker, his efforts at fucking had been failures.
The fucking problem was due to JJ's urge to ram it in. The Sheriff got him to slow down and use lubricant. Trooper Bill was a hard core, macho man who loved it in the ass. He had never taken anything as big as JJ's cock but Bill was into it and willing to try. Let's just say his hole was stretched and limber.
JJ was ready to ram it in but Sheriff Don held him back and nudged the cock into Bill's behind. Doc held Bill legs apart to make sure he stayed open. Doc told me it was hard to believe the massive cock would fit between Bill's muscular buns into his small and tight hole, but once JJ's knob was on the dark side of Bill's sphincter all was well. The Sheriff liked a lot of lube and he made JJ pull out several times to refresh the slippery cream. Each time JJ re-entered, his cock went deeper and there was less resistance.
JJ went in for the third time and he shot off. The Sheriff didn't let him pull out. JJ's cock softened a little, but soon he was hard again and ready to fuck. Bill helped by squeezing the semi hard cock. JJ loved that, but he also liked using his own lubricant on the ass he was fucking. Two orgasms later, JJ had learned the lesson. He was alternating between long, deep strokes and quick, pulsating movements and going slow.
The Doc also taught JJ to be more reciprocal with his playmates. JJ was one of those men who thought any sign of affection was a sign of weakness. Some of that was due to JJ's experience in rest stops and giving quickies behind the gym. Moaning in pleasure and when you shoot off is a bad choice when secrecy was required.
Sheriff Don had the same problem. He sometimes had some fun with guys in the jail. Taking a load of the Sheriff's cum in the mouth or ass, tended to encourage leniency. Most guys considered to be a nice gesture on the sheriff's part, and a vast improvement of the previous sheriff's taste for beating up prisoners. Silent sex was essential for the Sheriff and his playmates. Sheriff Don was nicely equipped, but his cock wouldn't win first prize at the county fair. His tool was long enough to play prostate tag, and his playmates liked that.
Doc Smith was a good, kind and skilled doctor combined with a strong sex drive. He was careful and discrete. I had discovers that his prostate exams were second to none, and they sometimes resulted in some mutually beneficial relationships. He was regarded as a man's man and he lived in a remote mountain side home and had an even more rustic hunting cabin. The hunting cabin was on a pond fed by mountain springs and noted for its good fishing. Men could hang out there without suspicion. Men soon discovered there were many ways to entertain yourself while waiting for the fish to bite.
The Doc knew that man sex was better when you admitted you liked it. Of course, normally you did it on the sly, but when you were in a safe place with like-minded pals, it was okay to admit you enjoyed it. While "letting off steam" was okay, having a rip-roaring sex with guys you liked was better.
Dumping a load in an ass was fine, but sharing your sperm with pals was better. It was better when you told a guy he had a tight ass and it as a pleasure to screw him. Doc understood that being full service, taking a cock up the ass from time to time, was good, even if you topped 90% of the time. JJ attracted size queens and thrill seekers. Once and a while he would take a cock. that seemed to improve the attitude of the men he fucked. He was more of regular guy, not just a fucking machine.
Doc got JJ to understand that when you had a reluctant playmate, letting him fuck you greatly increased you chance of breeding him later. It was also good to suck up a few loads of sperm rather than simply feeding his pals the buckets of sperm JJ produced continuously in his balls.
Doc recognized that JJ not just a horny man, he was over sexed. The huge cock was just the most visible aspect of that. While his sex drive was enormous, it did not take the form of aggression. Normal male curiosity about sex and an interest in big meat meant there was no shortage of playmates. Some playmates were just tourists visiting a natural wonder, but many were regulars.
One of Doc's best friends was the Bible thumping minister of a Baptist Church, Rev. Tommy. Rev. Tommy combined JJ's sex drive with a vast collection of hang-ups and fears. While Tommy was an attractive man, he was a difficult man to like. Doc thought he became a minister to hide his taste for sex with men.
Rev. Tommy was a big, impressive man with a deep bass voice. It was the perfect voice for a hell and damnation preacher. He was a pure Old Testament Christian; Jesus was an embarrassment. Tommy didn't like the love you neighbor stuff. He put on a good show. Tommy met Doc when he returned form a mission trip to Central America. He picked up a mystery infection there, and Doc figured out what it was and how to cure it. A little later Doc introduced Tommy to his prostate. Not only did Tommy get hard, he shot off.
Tommy was horrified, but he came back a week later for another prostate exam. It turned out that Tommy craved man sex, but was terrified at his desires. This time, Doc used his cock to do the exam. For five minutes, Tommy had a foretaste of heavenly bliss. Doc ended the exam by giving Tommy's prostate a sperm bath. Tommy seemed to like it if a hands-free orgasm is any indicator;
Doc and Tommy weren't exactly friends; they were sex buddies only. Tommy seemed to think if no affection was involved, it would be okay. A few years later the preacher's oldest son, Little Tom, had an incident that could have been an accident or a suicide attempt. He was 19 years old and 3" taller than his father.
During a physical exam, Doc discovered Little Tom's ass was used and had been stretched. He guessed who had done the stretching. JJ admitted he had given Little Tom "lessons" and the young man had enjoyed them. Little Tom was okay, but it could have been bad. He needed counseling, but his father only wanted a Christian counselor.
Doc was at a loss as to what to do, but fate intervened. Doc was with Rev. Tommy in a recreational period at his house. He was unaware that JJ was trying to cheer up Little Tom with a sperm trading session. Little Tom went to the bath room and found Doc and his father in the shower. Both men were erect. Everyone was shocked and embarrassed when JJ joined the group.
"Damn, you guys are having a party and didn't invite me!" JJ exclaimed. All four men burst into laughter. This must have been the equivalent of shock therapy. Everyone relaxed and inwardly acknowledged the reality of the situation.
JJ was very much in the "if you break an egg, make an omelet" school of thought. Is the party over or is it just beginning?" he asked. No one moved. "We can take a vote. If the party is just starting, get hard!" Rev. Tommy was hard as was Doc and Little Tom. JJ looked at the men. He stroked his cock.
"What in hell is that hanging from between JJ's legs?" the Rev asked. "Forget that, I know what it is. What do you do with it?"
"For the right guy, it's a launching pad to the moon!" JJ replied. "It depends on how well it fits."
Rev. Tommy looked at his son.
"It fits me like a glove," Little Tom said.
"You men need to talk," Doc said to the Rev and Little Tom. "I think it would be a good idea to go home and think about things, before you do something that might be a problem later." Apparently, everyone knew that was smart.
"What about me?" JJ asked.
Doc smiled. "I am sure we can work something out," he said. They all went home.
By that time, I was an English teacher at the high school and was regarded as a confirmed bachelor. I was gay, but that wasn't a problem. I was the assistant coach on the Basketball team. The senior coach was an older Biology teacher and the town noticed that the team began to win after I became his assistant. It was whispered that I was the brains behind the transformation. No one would even suspect a winning coach was gay.
Tommy knew JJ was my childhood friend and he knew of the good times at the swimming hole. I was giving a talk at the local Rotary meeting about the basketball prospects for the next season, and Tommy came to me in the parking lot afterwards. He asked me if I still was JJ friend. I said yes, and then he asked if JJ was a nice guy.
"You may have heard he's not the brightest lightbulb in the hardware store. He's lazy, but I don't think he has a mean bone in his body," I replied.
"Is he as user? I have heard he has an "active" social life?" Tommy asked.
"I don't think so, he is not good about scintillating conversation, but he seems to have a lot of old friends. JJ calls them repeat customers," I said.
"I have heard that he's a big boy," Tommy said. I knew from Doc that Tommy had seen JJ's organ.
"It was close to being a natural wonder when we were kids at the swimming hole," I said. "I assume it hasn't shrunk since then. I don't know if it could be classed as a thing of beauty, but as I said, he has lots of friends." I leaned closer to Tommy and whispered, "JJ doesn't kiss and tell."
A week later, I went to the hunting cabin for some R & R with JJ. Little Tom had the same idea. I had seen Tom around town, but barely knew him. When Tom saw me there he knew what was up. There is only one reason to see JJ. JJ and I were naked and that gave him another clue. Tom stripped and joined in. Tom and I got along well. While I was smaller than he was, I am in good shape.
JJ was typically direct. "Which of you guys wants to get fucked first?"
"I would if Tom doesn't mind?" I said.
"Do you mind if I watch?" Little Tom asked. I said that was fine. Tom wanted to watch me take JJ's cock, up close and personal. We were soon in the 69 position. That gave him a vantage point of three to five inches from my ass. Tom liked to suck and he tended to talk too. He licked my cock like a lollypop, between comments about JJ's tool and my small asshole's ability to take it.
Every time JJ's cock pushed deeper, Tom oozed more precum. When JJ finally shot off he pulled out so that Tom could take some of his sperm when it was fresh. I realized that Tom knew JJ very well.
Ten minutes later Tom was on his back. I held his legs open so he couldn't fight JJ's tool.
"How did you two meet?" I asked.
"I found out about JJ from Coach Marty," Tom said. "He told me that if I wanted some heavy-duty sex, JJ offered entry level classes on the subject.
"You messed around with Coach Marty?" I asked. I was surprised at that. Marty seemed like a straight arrow.
"Hell no, Marty wouldn't do that," Tom replied. "I wanted to do it and I made a pass at him when I was fifteen. He told me to hold my horses. Doing it with him might ruin his and my life. I asked if it would be alright if we could do it when I was eighteen. He said no, I would need to be thirty before he would consider it."
"When I was 18 I asked him again, just in case he changed his mind. He hadn't," Tom continued. "I then mentioned a few names of guys I thought might be into it. I guess I was looking for a recommendation. Well, JJ was at the bottom of my list, but Marty said he was okay if I liked big meat."
"It turns out that I am into big meat. At the time, I just wanted to look at it. Once I saw it I wanted more," Tom said.
"That seems to happen with a lot of guys," JJ interjected.
"I was terrified that Dad would find out," Tom explained. "I figured that JJ would be the least likely man to run into my dad, so it would be safe. I had no idea dad was doing the dirty with men. He is such a hypocrite."
"Don't be so hard on your Dad," JJ said. "A lot of guys are brought up thinking being gay is the worst thing they could be. It's hard to forget all of that. I kind of think it better to play on the side than to do without. The men who want gay sex, but don't do it seem to turn squirrely. They can get mean too." By that time, JJ was into deep into Tom and he replaced conversation with deep strokes. I got into it too and took Tom's load. Tom's cock gets ultrasensitive when he shoots and it was a memorable event for all three of us. Shortly thereafter, Rev. Tommy and his son had a heart to heart and they worked things out.
JJ had a strong sex drive and he seemed to have done just about everything with anyone who was interested. Eventually he connected with Rev. Tommy and told him that he and his son shared the same sexual tastes. This was shocking and problematic for Rev. Tommy.
Officially, Rev. Tommy thought homosexuality was a personal choice and was not related to heredity, or a biological tendency. He lived in a strict, morally correct home, with no outside influences to lead his children astray. His own upbringing had been the same and he thought that somehow the devil got into him and made him enjoy man sex. Either the very same devil got into his son, or the tendency to prefer men as sexual playmates was inherited. While Tommy's father hadn't seemed to have any gay tendencies, his old Uncle Dick, never married and never stopped skinny-dipping with the boys even when he was much older.
To make matters worse, JJ had played with Uncle Dick in his skinny-dipping days. Even JJ could figure out there was some connection. This was a difficult pill for RE. Tommy to swallow. However, JJ's cock had introduced the Rev to more intense level of sexual satisfaction. This level of satisfaction included almost mind-blowing orgasms.
Rev. Tommy talked with Doc about this. Sex wasn't just better with JJ. All man sex was better and more intense for him. Doc said the he had always felt that the Rev held back during sex. He wouldn't let himself enjoy it completely and unreservedly. JJ, or more correctly JJ's cock, broke through that reserve. The Rev could finally let it all hang out and enjoy sex to the fullest.