Samesex/intwoods.mm
                                   Edward L Cole
                                   Into the Woods
                                         elc@cup.portal.com
                    When Jimbo was 18 he had taken the drastic step of marrying
                     the sweet girl that he had gotten pregnant after the prom
                      night party when everyone had been too drunk to make the
                       wisest decisions.  He meant to just take her home and
                     somehow wound up in the back seat with Sue at the clearing
                     in the woods where all the adolescent lust scenes happened
                     in Bergenfield.  His hormones had been riding high and Sue
                      was in a state of euphoria from the Jack Daniels and the
                     excellent reefer that had been going around at the party.
                      Before they were even halfway to her house, a ten minute
                        drive, she had his big dick out of his pants and had
                     crunched her head under the steering wheel to get his 12+
                      inches down her eager throat.  He'd had his nuts drained
                     this way before and was getting into the groove and headed
                      for the woods.  The rest was small town tragic history.
                     Jimbo Daggett, star hockey player and straight-A student,
                        married Sue Oblonski three months after graduation.
                     Jimbo had been intending to start university that fall but
                    instead found himself work lumberjacking.  It was hard work
                     that filled his days with rote activity that took his mind
                    of the wife who was already well settled into married life.
                     Her parents had set them up in a small house with a bit of
                     land and Sue entertained her high school friends and grew
                    larger and waited to be a mother while Jimbo went out every
                     day to earn a living doing the hardest work he could find.
                     He hadn't taken this job because it was the only thing he
                     find.  He was bright and handsome and had had a few offers
                     to work in sales and a couple of office jobs but he didn't
                    want to be cooped up all day.  Besides he had worked hard in
                    high school to keep in shape for sports and was strong as an
                     ox and didn't want to loose his work by sitting on his ass
                    all day and eating Micky D's out of boredom and frustration.
                       He saw what became of his father and his pals as they
                      settled into middle age and he wasn't about to let that
                     happen to him.  As for money the lumberjacking paid damned
                      good so nobody could say that he wasn't providing well.
                     If those had been his only reasons for taking this job he
                      would have been just fine with life.  Sue was ok and he
                     savored the idea of being a daddy.  But Jimbo was carrying
                      around a secret that he hadn't even admitted to himself.
                     All those years of sports had been both boon and bane for
                    him.  He had loved the physical acts of sportsmanship; loved
                        getting out onto a field or the rink to pummel or be
                    pummeled by the other guys.  It was all part of the game and
                    the other guys seemed to like it too so he felt a-ok playing
                     all the games he could.  It was the locker rooms that made
                     him uneasy.  Gathering before a game or practise with the
                     others, undressing, showering, playing all the boy tricks
                      with the snapping towels.  And the constant talk of sex
                        since they had all reached an age old enough to pay
                     attention to their cocks and what they might be used for.
                    Jimbo had been a boys' boy and was never taken for anything
                     other than one of the guys.  He had led winning teams and
                          had played all the tricks and been the recipient
                     been the recipient of some ofthe good and the bad natured 
                       fun.  He took whatwas dished out and gave back a fair 
                      share of his own butnever did he feel quite right when 
                       faced with teammatesundressed or wrestling on a slick 
                       shower floor with one ofthem.  Something about their 
                     bodies and their dispositionsmade him squirm inside with 
                     an undefined wanting forsomething that he couldn't put a 
                                             finger on.
                       Yet he was never really troubled much at the conscious
                    level.  He dated a few a girls that he liked a lot.  When he
                    was 15 he had lost his virginity with Lisa on the livingroom
                     floor of her parents house while they were out at a party.
                     Other girls had spread their legs for this clean-cut jock
                     and even more had tasted his come.  In the locker rooms he
                      had wowed his friends with the size of his cock.  It had
                    started its journey to hugeness when Jimbo was eleven along
                     with the rest of him.  By the time he was fifteen his cock
                     was a an 11 incher and he had a great rug of blonde fur on
                      his chest.  He was shaving daily and proudly kept a neat
                     mustache.  All the sports did wonders on his body, keeping
                      him fit and muscular with only a little extra time with
                     weights.  So he didn't worry much about himself or his odd
                      feelings.  His peers respected him and the girls usually
                                      gave him what he wanted.
                     Now he had graduated from high school with a pregnant wife
                    and a job.  He wouldn't have admitted to himself that he was
                     restless, or that he was bitter that his chance at college
                     had been doomed by drunken indiscretion.  He went to work
                    every day and zapped the big pines to ease his frustration.
                    Coming home at night he would toss back a few beers with the
                       guys from work on occasion.  Sue was wrapped up in the
                    fantasy of motherhood and happy family and wanted him around
                    as much as possible and Jimbo did like her ok and felt that
                     she deserved some respect.  She had given up her chance at
                    college as well.  It wasn't as if she hadn't been taking the
                    pill.  She was just as surprised to find herself pregnant as
                                  he had been when she'd told him.
                    Jimbo liked the work he was doing. It paid well enough that
                       he and Sue had most of the things that they wanted so
                      married life wasn't filled with tedious arguments about
                    money or spending.  The best of the job was, he had to admit
                      to himself, the guys he worked with.  They were a lot of
                    burley rugged men who took to their jobs like fish to water.
                      Most of them had been doing the work for many years and
                      showed it in the strong bodies and fearlessness with the
                     powerful equipment it took to fell the great trees.  They
                    were rough and friendly at the same time.  They would scream
                      profanity at the trees and at each other yet always made
                      time to show Jimbo the ins-and-outs of the work and were
                      more patient that not.  Most of them were single, having
                    taken to the lumberjacking life for the relative freedom and
                     the pay.  Middle aged and lonely they would spend most of
                       their off hours drinking in the bars with each other,
                    looking for the occasional pretty woman to woo into bed.  Of
                      the many men that Jimbo worked with their were a few he
                     had a special liking for.  They were younger than the rest
                     but still a few years older than himself.  In their early
                    twenties, unattached mostly, except for Paul, who like Jimbo
                     had a wife and a kid on the way to make 6 altogether.  It
                     was these guys that Jimbo would go with to the bars after
                     work.  It was a striking crew of them sitting at he bar in
                     flannel shirts, dirty chinos or jeans, making crude jokes
                          about the girls or work or the older pot-bellied
                    lumberjacks.  They accepted him without question as a strong
                     and capable worker, one who kept up with his share of the
                    work.  Jimbo would be squeezed between two of these guys at
                     the crowded bar and drink a few and ignore the hardness in
                     his pants, assume it was the product of fatigue and the JD
                    he was gulping down.  These men were so much like the jocks
                     he had palled around with in high school and he would feel
                       that unfocused longing sitting in the bar and it would
                       become acute as he drove home afterwards with his hand
                       massaging his hard-on.  The sleeping desire was waking
                    slowly and Jimbo began to know that these men were more than
                        just pals t him.  They brought to front all kinds of
                       feelings that he wasn't sure he wanted to know about.
                    Jimbo would massage his cock and his mind would turn to Paul
                    who always sat close to Jimbo at the bar so he could talk to
                    him over the jukebox.  Paul would always joke about the guys
                     on those occasions when the work got to so heavy that they
                    would lodge nearby the area they were to clear.  He said in
                     so many words that they would bunk together and the sounds
                     they made weren't sleeping sounds.  Jimbo would blush and
                                     ask just what Paul meant.
                      " Those guys will do each other the sheets", Paul said.
                                " Do each other?", Jimbo had asked.
                     " Yeah, they give each other the old one-two, make their 
                         own logs a little happier...You know what I mean?", 
                                   he answered with a curious look.
                    " U-huh, I know...I just never thought these guys were like 
                                                that."
                      " Man, most of them don't have ladies so they take what 
                      they can get...I don't blame anyone for getting his rocks 
                                 as long as it don't hurt no nobody."
                     Jimbo thought about these words as he was driving home one
                    Friday night with his increasingly calloused hand buried in
                     his crotch rubbing his boner.  It wasn't just Paul's words
                     that had him this hard.  It was the feel of his breath in
                    his ear as talked about these things so matter- of- factly.
                     It was the smell of Paul, so near he could smell his beer
                      breath and body odour and the trees on him.  It was his
                    warmth that would ooze from him like sitting next to a small
                    open fire.  Every time the door opened the breeze would blow
                    his warmth over Jimbo ever so lightly.  It was the smile on
                     Paul's face that spoke of friendship, commaraderie.  Jimbo
                      was beside himself trying to figure out why these things
                       gave him such a hard-on, aroused him so that he had to
                     jerk-off like a school boy while driving home to his wife
                     who was pregnant with what he hoped would be his son.  He
                       knew and he didn't know and for now he would just let
                     himself come in his pants with Paul's face and feel in his
                    mind.  He had his cock firmly grasped in his hand jerking it
                           slowly slowly through the cloth of his denims.
                     Half-watching the road as his attention grew closer to the
                     explosion that was about to make a mess of his jeans.  His
                     hand didn't stop it's motion for a second as he sped onto
                     his exit, home only a few minutes away.  He could feel the
                    cotton briefs scraping against the head and the shaft.  His
                     nuts were drawn-up tightly against his body, his breathing
                      grower heavier.  The harsh feeling against his cock was
                    bringer him ever closer.  His hand got hotter and fuller as
                    his load made its dash for escape up the long shaft and into
                     his jockeys.  A short distance from his front door he felt
                     the wetness flood his crotch and he groaned loudly to the
                    interior of the car.  The load was a big one, he hadn't shot
                    in many weeks because Sue was too big to be comfortable with
                     any kind of sex.  Jimbo attributed the sudden horniness to
                    this fact and put the though of Paul out of mind as he made
                    his way into the house and the john to wash away his guilty
                                               load.
                     Jimbo started to frequent the bar with the guys even more
                      often, getting drunker each time out.  He would sit with
                      Paul most of the time but to avoid his feelings he would
                    often wander over to some of the other men to chat, or play
                     a forbidden game of Quarters with a bottle of whiskey the
                     barmaid begrudgingly sold them.  They spent too much money
                      for the owners to complain about an illicit game or two.
                    With his wife moving nearer childbirth he felt the weight of
                    his responsibilities more acutely, so drowned his misgivings
                     in the whisky.  Paul would listen to him ramble about his
                      fears of fatherhood, his fear of failure.  Then he would
                        offer some advice from his years of being father and
                     husband.  Jimbo liked that Paul could be so understanding,
                     it made him feel even closer to the man.  Drunk and horney
                    Jimbo would relish these talks and repeated his jerking-off
                     ritual each night he left the bar for home.  Drunk, Jimbo
                     could let his feeling for Paul make its way to the surface
                     of his mind.  Driving along the back road his cock in his
                     hand, his imagination would come alive.  He could see Paul
                     naked.  His dark hair spread everywhere hair could be.  He
                    could see Paul's big arms and one large veined hand gripping
                     a monster prick., one bigger even than Jimbo's massive 12
                    inches.  That cock must be as hard and handsome as the rest
                    of Paul.  He could see clearly how Paul stroked it with one
                     hand, while the other hand would cusp his hairy nuts.  The
                     hand on his nuts would dance slowly over them to produce a
                     delicious tingle that broke him out in goose bumps.  Jimbo
                     would watch him in his mind take slow hard strokes on his
                    cock until he would start grunting in pleasure and then the
                      strokes would go more quickly ending in a blast of juice
                     that would land on Paul's face, spotting his mustache and
                       beard with pearly white streams.  Paul would lick out
                     whatever his tongue could reach.  It was at this point in
                        his fantasy that Jimbo would shoot his own load, not
                     allowing his mind to fantasy to wander any farther.  Home,
                     he would pass out in bed and deny the thoughts as he made
                                  his way to work in the morning.
                     Not long after Sue gave birth to James Jr.  in the spring
                    Jimbo turned off the drinking and the bar and Paul, as best
                      he could.  A sudden warm thought would from time to time
                    seep to the surface but Jimbo was too taken with his new son
                     to pay much mind.  Sue was quick to recover from a fairly
                    easy childbirth and gleefully resumed her sex life with her
                     studly old man.  Jimbo's nightly games of pocket pool were
                     no longer needed.  The whisky driven fantasies had ceased
                       without the whisky.  Work had reached a fever pitch of
                    activity so he was often exhausted when he got home, eating
                      a supper and settling in with Sue for a night of sex or
                     cuddling.  The baby, making his nightly demands, kept both
                                 of them feeling useful and tired.
                      In the Spring the trees were easier to deal with and the
                     weather less fierce, so the work got to be grueling.  Many
                     of the men traveled long distances to make it to work and
                     didn't leave until very late.  The camp manager decided to
                    open the cabin only a few miles away for those men who would
                      like to avoid the long drives and the exhaustion of not
                    getting enough rest.  The cabin, used seldomly, was in need
                     of cleaning and repairs to make it tolerable for the men.
                      While it was voluntary to stay there the manager did not
                    make the cleaning detail voluntary.  Jimbo, being being the
                     newest man on crew, was selected for this not only because
                     of his newness but because the crew manager felt he could
                    use the extra bucks with a kid at home.  For the same reason
                       he also chose Paul to partner with Jimbo.  On the next
                     Saturday they were to get it ready for the lumberjacks to
                                       use as soon as Monday.
                      That night Jimbo joined the guys at the bar for a few to
                     take the edge off.  He also needed to make plans with Paul
                     for the coming Saturday; what supplies to bring, time, who
                    was driving with who.  Paul offered to pick Jimbo up so that
                    his wife would have use of the car.  Paul's truck would also
                      allow them to stay the night if they had to since it was
                    covered.  The cabin might take more work than they could get
                     done in one day and if it wasn't livable for the others in
                     one day then they would definitely be better off with the
                     truck to sleep.  All the materials they needed they would
                       get by voucher at the K-Mart before they left Saturday
                     morning.  Paul said that in the past the crew manager had
                    also slipped an extra fifty bucks to the guys on this detail
                    to feed themselves and get some beer or whatever.  Jimbo was
                        glad to hear that believing he would definitely need
                      something to get him through this ordeal.  As soon as he
                    heard that he and Paul had been picked for this job he felt
                      a great swarm of butterflies take flight in his stomach.
                       Part dread and part unadmitable hope had joined in his
                     brain.  He was stuck and was going to make the best of it.
                     Saturday came all too soon and at the grim hour of six a.m
                     Paul pulled into Jimbo's driveway.  Sue had gotten up with
                     Jimbo at five to make breakfast for the boys and Paul and
                       Jimbo sat down to a neal of bacon and eggs and waffles
                     before heading out.  First stop was the bar to pick up a a
                     couple fifths of bourbon and a case of Bud.  Next they hit
                    the K-Mart for cleaning supplies, shovel, broom, etc.  Then
                    to the grocery store for a couple days worth of eats:  pork
                     chops, corn-on-the-cob, steaks, potatoes, and some bottled
                     water.  Stocked up and with Paul's grill in the truck they
                                        headed to the cabin.
                     Driving along Paul said, "Man, I have a an extra special 
                                        little treat for us."
                                   "Oh yeah? What?", Jimbo asked.
                      "My old lady's brother has a connection to the best Thai
                        you'll ever see, taste, touch, or feeeeel", he said 
                     drawing out the last word with an impish grin on his face.
                      "Thai? Jesus, I haven't been stoned since high school."
                                    "Well, your overdue buddy."
                    Jimbo was thinking about the last time he had smoked pot and
                     it came to Jimbo that it was the night that he had gotten
                     Sue pregnant.  He didn't share this fact with Paul, but it
                    made him think about the erotic feelings that were unleashed
                     when he toked.  He had been so horney that night he would
                     boffed anything.  The thought made him squirm knowing that
                    he had had more than one jerk-off session with fantasies of
                       Paul.  He vowed to himself that he wouldn't let these
                    feelings get him into something he would regret.  Paul was a
                    pal and nothing more.  In fact, Paul would probably freak if
                    he knew what thoughts went on with Jimbo.  So, Jimbo let the
                    feeling go and talked to Paul about other things.  They both
                      followed the basketball season, and their were the kids,
                    wives, work to talk about.  Time passed and sooner than they
                     expected they turned onto the road that led to the cabin.
                    In short order they pulled into the clearing in front of the
                                               cabin.
                                "What a fucking DUMP", Jimbo opined.
                        "It's not the Ritz, but its all ours till Monday", 
                                            Paul replied.
                            Jimbo looked around. "Is that an outhouse?"
                                            "Fuckin-A."
                      "Damn, we oughta get started if we expect to have time 
                                   to eat sometime this weekend."
                        They went into the cabin to see what had to be done.
                    It wasn't nearly as bad it had seemed outside.  It had bunks
                     enough to sleep 12 people, a kitchen, and a dining/living
                      area with chairs, a couple couches, large table.  It had
                     been a year or more since anyone had occupied it so it was
                    filthy from the weather making it in through broken windows
                     and a hole in the roof.  The last crew that had resided in
                     the cabin had left without cleaning the dishes.  The bunks
                       were covered with useless bedclothes.  The floors were
                     soiled with droppings from various animals that made their
                    way inside to escape the cold.  The guys had their work cut
                     out for them.  After the survey of the damage they went to
                      retrieve the supplies and split up the chores.  Paul had
                     some carpenter experience so he went about the business of
                    fixing the windows, covering them plywood since they hadn't
                          thought to bring glass with them.  The stove was
                    wood-burning and Jimbo got some large clean pots and filled
                         them water to do the dishes.  Along with the work
                     went the beer.  It was noon when they started and by dark
                    they had finished the better portion of the work and all of
                     a case of beer.  A little drunk and feeling smooth the two
                    men put away their mops and tools and prepared dinner on the
                        grill that Paul had brought.  Steaks well-done with
                     corn-on-the-cob were extra tasty after a day of hard work
                      and, of course, a couple jays of Thai didn't hurt their
                     appetite either.  Inside the cabin they had set the table
                     with paper plates, plasticware, and a kerosine lamp since
                     their were was no electricity to help light the place.  As
                    the steaks sizzled slowly on the grill Jimbo and Paul sat on
                    the warm grass and fallen pineneedles passing a thick joint
                      back and forth.  Jimbo was feeling fine with the smoke,
                     letting his body rest and his thoughts wander.  All day he
                       had worked like a madman to keep his mind clear of the
                    closeness of Paul.  Despite his best effort he had found his
                      eyes wandering to Paul's body as Paul had worked.  Paul
                      hadn't been at it long before his shirt had come off to
                     combat the heat and the sweat.  Jimbo hadn't seen him this
                      fully before.  He'd seen his cock in the john at the bar
                    while they pissed at adjacent urinals, but he had seen never
                     his upper body.  Paul's chest was covered in heaps of fine
                      soft hair that thinned into a straight line of hair that
                     travelled down his stomach to disappear into the waistline
                    of his jeans.  Years of working the forest had developed his
                     frame with hard, well-defined muscle tone.  His every move
                    sent ripples through his arms, chest, back.  His stomach was
                    smooth without the body builder washboard effect but it too
                                        was hard as a rock.
                       Paul was lying on his back seeing the first stars and
                     falling into the spell of the weed.  His hands were laying
                     over his chest covering his nipples but small hairs poked
                    through the fingers.  Jimbo, when he glanced over could see
                    them glisten with the last sweat of the day.  It had been a
                      hot day but the night was bringing the temperature down
                      rapidly to tolerable levels and he was afraid that Paul
                     would put his shirt back on if it got too cold.  Every few
                      minutes Paul got up to inspect he steaks and veggies and
                      Jimbo would groan within at Paul's gracefulness.  But as
                      they lay side by side on the grass with the Thai pumping
                      them full of gentle euphoria Jimbo just mellowed to the
                     presence of this man he felt such longing for.  The grass
                     did it tricks to time and Jimbo felt every moment like it
                      was eternity and he was fully happy on one level of his
                     desire.  He was near and alone with this man he so admired
                     and vowed again to himself to not make choices that would
                                      endanger that nearness.
                      Sooner than either would have liked the meal was ready.
                    They carried the sizzling steaks to the table inside and lit
                    he lamp as it was fully dark now.  The rest of the meal came
                    as well as more beer and the beginning of the bourbon.  Paul
                      mixed a wicked pair of boiler-makers in twenty-two once
                    plastic cups and they sat to eat and get royally fucked-up.

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                      The booze was a whopper on top of the Thai and helped to
                     preserve the buzz that the food was sure to diminish.  The
                     guys wolfed down the meat and corn in quick order, working
                    now more furiously on the drinks that they kept pouring for
                    themselves.  The lamp was in the middle of the table and the
                     two men sat opposite each other.  Paul rolled the rest of
                     the herb into fat joints that started to be passed as soon
                       as the meal was over.  "I am just zonked", Paul said.
                     "Uhhhm...me too", Jimbo replied, watching Paul stretch to
                    clear his head.  "Let's go back out.  It's too damned hot in
                                               here."
                    Outside the grill gave off a small glow from the smoldering
                    charcoal, but it was mostly dark as the two found a place on
                     the grass.  It was damp with dew wetting their bottoms and
                     legs as they sat on it.  Not that they cared, leaning back
                     all the way getting their backs and arms wet as well.  The
                     night air was cooler but still too uncomfortable for a lot
                    of clothes, which made Jimbo happy.  Paul was just a shadow
                      now but Jimbo knew he was naked to the waist.  His torso
                    outlined in the dim light from the quarter moon.  Lying back
                     Jimbo felt a great wallop from the bourbon and grass.  He
                    sighed into the night, feeling weightless in the dark.  Just
                     as he remembered from his teens the pot was working on his
                       libido.  He felt acutely the rise in his cock.  It was
                    rubbing against the fabric of his jeans in a not unpleasant
                    way.  Absentmindedly he reached down to adjust the hardness
                     into a more comfortable position.  All day he had kept his
                     shirt on out of some superstitious notion that removing it
                     might lead to more than he was ready for Now he sat up a 
                     little to tug it off in the darkness.  Hesighed again at 
                             how good it felt to feel the little breeze
                      on his torso.  The sweat on his chest meeting the breeze
                    chilled him some, but he welcomed it after the long hot day.
                  "I thought you would have done that a long time ago" Paul said.
                                              "What?"
                     "Taken that shirt off. I can't take being too hot. Shit, 
                      when I'm home I don't wear *anything* if I can help it."
                             "It wasn't so hot today", Jimbo muttered.
                      "You know what?", Paul said with a giggle,"I think i'm 
                                  going to loose these pants too."
                    With that he lifted his butt a few inches off the ground to
                    push his pants down around his ankles, kicking them off with
                    his feet.  Jimbo knew he was virtually naked now but it was
                        too dark to tell what color Paul's jockeys were.  He
                     suspected plain white knowing he usually wore them.  This
                     sudden abandoning of pants had a powerful effect on Jimbo.
                     His hardness moved from being merely noticeable to urgent
                     pressure and desire for relief.  "Well",he thought,"theres
                     not a damned chance of that right now".  He silently urged
                      his cock to desist but it wasn't listening.  While these
                    thought were going through his head he got very quiet.  His
                      breathing slowing down in an attempt to relax and ignore
                                      Paul's sudden nakedness.
                             "Whatsa matter bud",Paul asked,"you shy?"
                      This got Jimbo's attention."Kinda", he replied.  He was
                      thinking that Paul must be very high if he's ragging me
                                      about not getting naked.
                    "Man you *are* shit faced", Jimbo said with a nervous laugh.
                       "Nah, I just think its cool to be naked in the woods. 
                             Come on Jimbo, try it, you might like it."
                       Jimbo knew he was in a bind.  It would look odd to be
                    uptight with his buddy.  Why shouldn't he get naked?  It was
                     just the two of them.  On the other hand he had a boner to
                        end all boners and this he didn't want Paul to see.
                      Thinking about this a moment he decided to hope for the
                     cover of the dark.  In a swift move he had his pants off.
                                It did feel good to be out of them.
                               "Now isn't that better", Paul queried.
                                             "You bet!"
                      Paul rose to sit on his legs.  He scratched his neck and
                       then his balls.  Suddenly he was scratching all over.
                     "Damn grass", he exclaimed, "I shoulda left my shirt on."
                      "Too late for that now, I didn't get bare-assed for you 
                                   to cop out now", Jimbo stated.
                     "Your not bare-assed bud. *This* is bare-assed", he said 
                     pulling his shorts down and throwing them a few feet away.
                                       "What are you doing?"
                                   "Getting in touch with nature"
                     Jimbo was completely shocked by this move.  Did Paul want
                     him to follow suit?  His thoughts were racing around this
                      question as well as his complete focus on Paul's shadowy
                    cock.  The dick was was at half-mast but Paul was seemingly
                    oblivious to his own hardness.  Jimbo on the other hand was
                    hard as a rock.  He had a large calloused hand covering his
                    prick or at least as much of it as one hand could.  Paul had
                    his attention on something else or probably nothing but the
                       feel of the cool air on his skin.  High, he was just a
                        receptacle for sensation; a place where all the good
                     feelings came together.  Jimbo was just starting to relax
                      when Paul turned to him with a grin that spoke volumes.
                  "Come on man, lose the shorts. I don't wanta be buck all alone".
                     Jimbo made a decision not to take his shorts off.  He was
                    too hard and he was kidding himself if he thought there was
                                too little light for Paul to notice.
                      "Tough", he said,"it wasn't my idea to prance around in 
                                         my birthday suit!"
                      Paul's expression changed.  Dramatically.  His grin went
                      from mischievous to deeply wicked.  He let out a Banshee
                      yell that could have woke the dead and pounced on Jimbo.
                    The attack was swift and pointed.  He had a patch of Jimbo's
                      short in one hand and Jimbo's arms pinned with the other
                     hand and his body as he sat on his chest.  With one strong
                        tug the shorts ripped free.  Paul howled in triumph.
                         "Gotcha guy!", he yelled with a burst of laughter.
                       Jimbo was still pinned.  He was looking up into Paul's
                     smiling face; hearing his good humor and playfulness.  He
                       responded with a spontaneous outpouring of tears.  The
                    boy-man was too overwhelmed with his emotions:  his love of
                     Paul, his fear of rejection, his absolute attraction, his
                    abhorrence of his homosexuality.  It was all too much and he
                     layed there and wept silently.  He turned his head to the
                    side so that Paul wouldn't see the tears streaming down his
                     face.Paul slid off him when he realized that Jimbo wasn't
                    seeing this as fun.  He had seen the beginning of the tears.
                    Paul was not an insensitive man despite the work he did and
                       the the life he'd chosen.  He knew that something was
                       happening inside Jimbo's head that needed to be taken
                    seriously.  He sat on the ground next to Jimbo's long form.
                      Clearing his throat a little he asked, "Did I go too far
                     buddy?  I'm really sorry." Jimbo was recovering some from
                      the surprise and the overload on his feelings, still he
                    layed there silently.  He knew Paul must have felt his boner
                     when he was yanking the shorts off his body.  What did he
                      think?  He was being very cool right now, trying to not
                     aggravate Jimbo any more, but what about later?  When they
                       returned to work and the nights out at the bar.  Jimbo
                        didn't know if he could ever really face Paul again.
                     Paul didn't say anything after he apologized to Jimbo. He
                     thought he had a clue why he was so upset.  He *had* felt
                      the erection.  He knew that herb made lots of guys horny
                     including himself, But it didn't make you break into tears
                     over a little playfulness.  He realized that Jimbo must be
                     turned on to him, and didn't want him to know.  It didn't
                     take much to put two and two together.  He was pretty sure
                       that his buddy had a raging hard-on for him.  Paul was
                     wasn't sure what he should do.  His thoughts moved to his
                     boyhood and life with four older brothers and the sex play
                     between him and them.  He thought of the friends he had in
                    high school and their after school high-jinks.in one or the
                     others basements.  Jacking each other off and the younger
                      boy who would let them all fuck him in the cellar for a
                    chance to be with the bigger kids and maybe get a little pot
                     too.  That was a long time ago it seemed to Paul.  He had
                     married and had kids.  He wasn't ashamed of his homosexual
                       interludes as a teenager.  Hell, his brothers and his
                      buddiesdid it, they had introduced him to it.  But Paul 
                     thoughtof it as a thing of the past, not really an option 
                    for theman he had grown up to be.  Yet,here was Jimbo with 
                    a hard-on for him.  Paul also gave thought to the fact that
                     Jimbo was not more than a kid despite the wife and son and
                       the hard work he did to keep his family as well off as
                     possible.  He knew that Jimbo's boyhood had been cut short
                    and he felt for him.  It was one of the reasons he had gone
                       to the trouble of befriending him.  Why he had spent a
                     little too much for the extras on this job.  The Thai had
                             cost him more than he could really afford.
                    Without getting up Paul looked around for the bottle of Jack
                    that they had taken outside with them.  He spied it a couple
                    of yards away and moved to get it.  The bottle was more than
                    half empty when Paul uncapped it and downed a big gulp.  He
                    set the bottle in front of Jimbo's face silently.  He moved
                     away again to get his pants.  The cigarette pack was still
                     in the pocket with the last two joints still hidden among
                     the Marlboros.  He retrieved one and lit it with a match.
                    Taking a long hard drag centered him a little.  He moved the
                     jay to Jimbo's mouth.  He didn't say a word as he put the
                    smoking thing between Jimbo's lips.  Jimbo gripped the joint
                      with his lips and pulled a stream of hot smoke into his
                    lungs as Paul held onto the joint.  Jimbo took a swig of the
                     bourbon to clear the cotton from his mouth.  They repeated
                    the ritual several more times until the joint was finished.
                     Jimbo never faced Paul while smoking this peace offering.
                     He could only think about what an odd gentle gesture this
                    was and in his shame he was uninclined to speak.  Paul had a
                      made a decision of his own in the last few minutes.  He
                    wanted Jimbo as relaxed as he could be in his obvious fear.
                         If Paul was right this would be a new loop in his
                                      relationship with Jimbo.
                     Paul stretched his arm around Jimbo's naked waist from the
                    side where he still sat.  Jimbo tensed but continued to say
                    nothing.  Paul turned him onto his back and looked down into
                           his eyes.  He saw confusion and pain in them.
                          "Jimbo?....its alright man. Don't get hung up. 
                                       You dig me don't you?"
                                          He nodded a yes.
                    "I'm gonna give you what you want but you can't tell anyone 
                                             ever...ok?"
                      He nodded again. His breath was coming in short bursts.
                     Never would have he imagined this outcome.  It was absurd
                      and yet he wanted it more than he could he possibly say.
                      His cock which had softened after his underwear had been
                     ripped off was now moving toward new tumescence.  He even
                    managed a weak grin.  Paul moved his hands to Jimbo's chest.
                    The nipples poking through the matt of fur came between two
                    fingers on each of Paul's hands.  He rubbed them gently and
                      felt them get harder.  His right hand continued with one
                     nipple as the left made a circle across Jimbo's chest and
                     stomach.  Where ever his hand wandered the skin broke into
                     gooseflesh.  Jimbo sighed and closed his eyes.  The touch
                     was un-fucking-believable.  His nipple was tingling and he
                    could feel the touch everywhere.  Damn, he thought, even my
                      teeth are tingling.The other hand was making slow sweeps
                    over his whole body.  Jimbo felt his cock like he never had
                       before.  Its swelling had all his attention.  Paul was
                     sitting over his legs now and Jimbo's cock poking him in 
                     thebelly whenever he bent over to stroke some portion of 
                      hischest or face.  Likewise Jimbo could feel Paul's cock
                      ticking his stomach.  It was big but Jimbo marvelled how
                     much larger his own cock was.  He thought of the those of
                                  the locker rooms scenes briefly.
                    Paul was doing his best to arouse Jimbo.  He knew what felt
                     good to himself and he knew that he made love to his wife
                      with some skill.  He turned over this knowledge to Jimbo
                    with every touch.  Jimbo's bucking hips showed he was doing
                    a swell job.  He would semi-lay on Jimbo while stroking him.
                     The pressure on Jimbo's cock and the touch of his stomach
                     made Jimbo acutely aware of his hardness and he press his
                      dick into the warm flesh and hair of Paul's belly.  Each
                    time he would groan in pleasure and frustrations both.  Just
                     this so smooth touching of his body was making him ache to
                      come.  His balls had drawn up as soon as his nipples has
                      been touched.  Now he was in a near frenzy to shoot, but
                     Paul was still doing fine things to him with his hands, He
                    hadn't even touched Jimbo's cock yet.  Jimbo was bucking his
                              cock at Paul with increasing agitation.
                              "Relax guy, we're just getting started."
                     With that he slid off Jimbo's legs and moved to his side.
                    He bent down to Jimbo's chest and with a wet tongue began to
                     lick a firm tit.  Again the hands began to work.  One hand
                      making travels over the skin while the other tweaked the
                        parallel nipple.  Paul went on like this for several
                     minutes, his tongue working the nipple until it was coated
                     in saliva and Jimbo was squirming.  Paul switched nipples
                    and now his chest was draped over Jimbo's.  Jimbo could feel
                     Paul's hairy torso, hot and a little sweaty.  Paul slowly
                     worked a hand down his buddy's body until it rested on his
                       abdomen making small circles around the navel.  Never
                    letting the nipple alone his hand made its way to the furry
                    space just above Jimbo's ever swelling member.He stroked the
                        hairs like he was feeling a fine piece of cloth.  He
                           pointedly avoided the hardness just below his
                        fingers;ignored Jimbo's growls of pleasure and need.
                    Instead he explored the crevices between the thighs, Lightly
                      touching the fine hair he found there, so different from
                     the wiry pubics that it could have belonged to a different
                    person.  In the dim light Paul glanced at the cock that was
                     so near to hand.  At the tip was an amazingly big drop of
                         pre-come.  In fact the whoel head of the prick was
                      glistening in the moonlight with the slickness escaping
                    Jimbo's cock.  Paul used one finger to touch the very tip of
                      the his friend's tool.  Ever so lightly he touched it so
                    that his fingertip gathered a small spot of Jimbo's leakage.
                    He put the finger to his tongue.  He had tasted his own come
                     before.  Sometimes he would lick it from his fingers after
                     jerking-off had tasted it on his wife.  Jimbo's was really
                    not very different, maybe a little sweeter.  Jimbo saw this
                    amazing action and sensed what might be to come.  He let out
                     a whimper of delight.  He had been passive all this time,
                       enjoying the exploration of his form.  Now he moved to
                     reciprocate a bit.  His focus was narrowed by curiosity to
                       Paul's cock.  He recalled the locker room scenes, the
                    awkwardness with the other boys.  He'd always known that he
                    wanted to reach out to those cocks if only to know what they
                      felt like.  Now he was gripping the manhood of the best
                      friend he had ever known.  It felt good and strange and
                     familiar all at the same time.  Paul acknowleged the touch
                    by moving his cock inside Jimbo's fist in quick jerks.  Paul
                      lost the last of his inhibitions and began to take small
                    leaps down Jimbo's body with his tongue.  His mouth was full
                      of hair as he licked the crevice between the pects.  The
                    soft hair was a road for his lips and tongue to travel.  It
                    led in a straight path toward the stomach where it stretched
                    out into a wide lake for Paul to take deep draughts.  Jimbo
                    kept a firm grip on the cock in his hand while Paul pursued
                    his journey.  Jimbo could feel the wet trail down his torso
                     as the light breeze dried it slowly.  The tickling tongue
                     sent shivers through him.  Soon he was shivering all over
                    with euphoria and expectation.  Nothing in his knowledge of
                    sex could have prepared him for this.  The adolescent girls
                    who taken his cock had no savvy; no sense of adventure.  Sue
                    had long ago given up trying to suck his cock.  The last of
                     his growth had come after their marriage and she no longer
                      attempted his big dick.  Here was Paul only inches from
                    taking him.  Paul disengaged his own cock from Jimbo's hand
                     to turn himself to a position where he could face the cock
                    he had every intention of taking down his virgin throat.  He
                    was almost ready and he knew that his buddy was never going
                       to be more ready.  When he first turned he had taken a
                      position on his knees and legs, standing straight on his
                     knees.Resting his hands on Jimbo's belly he smiled down at
                    him.  "This ain't bad is it", he asked.  "You want me to do
                     it, don'tya?" Jimbo reached up and stroked Paul's face and
                    chest.  "Please" Paul backed up a few inches and lowered his
                      head to just above his buddies fiercely erect cock.  His
                    tongue licked at the head tentatively.  He tasted again the
                       pre-come that had oozed out earlier.  He was somewhat
                    disturbed by the size but commited to following through none
                     the less.  Taking a deep breath he brought as much of the
                     cock into his mouth as possible.  At that Jimbo let go an
                      amazing growl of absolute awe and rapture.  None of his
                      covert fantasies had prepared him for the bliss that was
                    rising from his groin.  Paul had taken the stunningly large
                    cock right down to the balls.  In an act of sheer will Paul
                    had found some physical ability he had never guessed.  This
                      was easier than he could have imagined.  Once he had his
                     friends manhood buried in his in his throat he started to
                     work on it with his tongue at the base.  His hard fingers
                      tickled at Jimbo's balls and occasionally a finger would
                      snake its way to the opening of his ass and gently apply
                      pressure.  Then it would tickle around the wrinkled edge
                      making the fine hair rise with goosegumps.  One hand was
                       moving from one of Jimbo's nipples to the other, first
                      squeezing then rubbing.  Esch of these delicious touches
                    hardened Jimbo's cock yet more.  Paul changed his technique
                    and started to give the big demon of a cock slow licks with
                     the tip of his tounge.  The wedge of tongue moved to cover
                     every inch.  Then he swallowed it whole again and began in
                     earnest to suck, moving his wet warm mouth and tounge and
                     lips up and down the shaft paying special attention to the
                    head on every piston.  Jimbo was bucking his hips furiously
                      in near primal ecstasy.  He didn't wan't to hurt Paul or
                      force more more on him than he could bear but it just it
                      felt so damn good that he found his body reacting almost
                    without his control.  And that finger that had found its way
                    into his rectum was wiggling, and producing a sensation that
                    he had never ever dreamed of.  No one had ever put anything
                       up there.  The one or two girls who had tried had been
                    rebuffed, but now he gladly let the digit move and work its
                     way around.  The finger was soon joined by another an his
                    cock grew painfully erect.  He wanted to shoot his load and
                      his romping hips were nearly spastic, but Paul wouldn't
                    increasse the pace to the level that would have been to sure
                     to bring Jimbo to completion.  Instead he slowed down even
                    more nearly torturing Jimbo with the desire to come.  Jimbo
                    barely felt the third finger make its way into him.  He was
                    absorbed with the infuriating and impossibly blissful action
                    on his dick.  When Paul found his prostate though he thought
                      he jump out of his skin.  Jimbo completely stiffened in
                       surprise and joy.  Paul realized what he had found and
                    removed his mouth from Jimbo's cock to prolong the pleasure.
                      He twirled his fingers slowly inside Jimbo' ass.  Jimbo
                      lifted his legs without thinking to Paul's shoulders in
                         order to let those fingers make thier way without
                    obstuction.  Paul was on his knees staring down into Jimbo's
                    enraptuted face and his fingers moved wickedly around inside
                     his buddy.  His other hand was stroking his own cock which
                    was as hard as it was when he was a horney teenager getting
                     off in the morning for his first jerk-off of the day.  He
                    bent over and kissed Jimbo a little and edged closer to him.
                    His cock was only a couple of inches from his busy fingers.
                     With the free hand he lifted Jimbo from under the small of
                    his back and slowly removed his fingers.  Jimbo made a deep
                     complaning sound.  Paul smothered it with another kiss and
                    spit a clear stream into his palm.  He coated his ccok with
                    the spittle and then repeated the action, this time forcing
                    the wetness into Jimbo's ass.  Jimbo grew very quiet and let
                    all the tension leave his body.  His darkest secretest dream
                     was about to see the realization.  As Paul brought Jimbo's
                     ass level with his cock Jimbo put his hands on Paul's back
                     and stroked lightly, giving Paul unspoken permission to go
                     ahead.  Paul's cock made a brief sharp pain as it entered
                     his ass.  Jimbo threw his head back as far as it would go
                       and moved the cock all the way inside.  The union was
                    complete.  Paul used his every technique to keep the strokes
                       going as long as possible.  He felt strong and good as
                     brought Jimbo to a shuddering orgasm.  Jimbo's cock lasted
                      only a few minutes as Paul's lovemaking brought him the
                    completeness he had barely dared envision.  His entire book
                    shook as his orgasm took him.  The come shot in white ropes
                        acoss his stomach and chest and face.  He shouted in
                      tumultuous cries of release and joy.  Paul increaed his
                      tempo till he too could no longer hold back the ache for
                    release.  In forcefull strokes he brought his need to an end
                     and shot a load deep inside Jimbo's quivering ass,the ring
                      of his sphincster still tight from his explosive orgasm.
                      Paul released his load and the last inhibitions he would
                     ever have about this form of pleaure.  With a deep sigh he
                      lowered his body ontop of Jimbo, his cock still part-way
                    inside of his buddy -- the best buddy he would ever have he
                    thought to himself as Jimbo wrapped his legs around him more
                     intimately.  The two men, exhausted, a little drunk still,
                                            fell asleep.
                                                  
                                                   
                                                  
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