## Archive-name: jimmy-and-joe

From: hdp@tribeca.ios.com

Subject: Jimmy & Joe <pt 1,2 &3>

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay

There was a lot of interest in the story and a few people didn't get to see all 3 parts. Here I'm posting the complete story now. If you're just looking for part 3-- it's here too. Have fun guys. (copyright 1996, HDP , all rights reserved)

JIMMY & JOE

I'm not a fag. At least not really. So then how do I explain what happened to me? I guess I should just start at the beginning.

I'm 21 now but it all started back in High School, when I was 18 and only a few months away from graduation. The prior 3-1/2 years were, in a word, incredible and I guess you could say I had the kind of High School career that every guy in America probably dreamed of.

I wasn't just the Big Man On Campus--I practically ran the place, more so than a lot of the faculty. I was Vice-President of the Senior Class, I was a starter on the football team and I even lettered in Track and Field. I especially liked being V.P. because it meant I got all the perks of being in the student council without actually having to do much work.

My grades were okay, mostly B's, and mostly because I had a stable of girls who were more than willing to do my homework and make my crib notes whenever it came test time. And whenever I actually had to know something and couldn't fake it I would have one of them make me the clearest, most concise study guide so that I could cram the subject into my head.

But it wasn't just for nothing that these girls were willing to help me out. Believe me, they got their money's worth.

I'm no pretty-boy but I do look good. I'm 6feet & 1inch tall and after years of sports I had a body that was hard and strong like a marble statue. From the time I was 12 years old girls (and women) had been throwing pussy at me like they were frisbees and I had always been more than willing to catch.

I've got sandy blond hair and deep green eyes, but I think it was more the way I talked and carried myself that made people notice me.

I acted like a man, and I soon came to realize that there was nothing that girls loved more than being handled by a real man. And so in return for getting my work done I was more than willing to oblige them.

I screwed so much it's a wonder my cock didn't fall off.

I was like a connossieur, and all through High School I would fuck maybe 3, 4 or 5 times a day. Whether it was behind the bleachers in the morning, or in the bathroom at lunch or even in some bushes on the field my cock was always in some chick's hole. One time I even had a girl suck me off in chemistry class while I sat at the back of the room.

We sat at these big tables which were blocked off from the front, preventing the teacher from seeing what was doing from your waist down. I'm sure I must have really been a sight that day--beet red and twitching uncontrollably in my seat. The instructor must have thought I was trying to hold back a massive shit or something.

Actually I was trying to hold back a load but it probably wasn't the load he might have imagined.

My cock is a solid 9 inches long, nice and thick all around with a massive bulbous head. Some of my "girlfriends" would describe it as a big, beautiful monster.

Yeah, I was a jerk, and yeah, I probably didn't have any respect for women but hey, I don't think I hurt any of them--I know I certainly didn't promise them anything.

In fact, while I had my pick of the choicest trim in the school, nothing got me off more than taking some mousy, little, brainy chick, who was maybe just average looking and fucking her brains out--often for the first time.

I would fuck her from the front, back, upside down, you name it, and I would have her wrap her legs around me while I fucked her against a wall until she was drenched in a coat of sweat and cum. Then I'd just hold her in my massive arms while she trembled like a leaf with my big fat cock against her belly.

I'm telling you, I had more repeat business than I could ever hope to accommodate. And I was enjoying it. I never had a steady girlfriend but hell, I didn't need one.

Hanging around with the guys was all the socializing I needed and when I wanted to get laid, or get sucked off, there were plenty of girls willing to do the dirty deed.

Life was good, and I was more than content. But that would all change when JOE came into the picture.

Make no mistake about it, Joe was definitely a fag.

I mean, he wasn't all swishy and girly, nothing that extreme, but he was just a little too "nice" and "neat" and "pretty" to be mistaken for anything but gay, and in High School that's not a very popular thing to be.

Joe was a senior, like me, but I didn't really know him. Yeah, I'd noticed him looking at me frequently and then turning away the moment I caught him in the act but this didn't particularly bother me.

Like I said, I'd been attracting attention since the time I was twelve, and it wasn't just from women.

I always said that fags were more than welcome to check me out, just so long as they didn't try anything. I knew enough about this guy Joe to know that he probably thought I was pretty hot but aside from that, I didn't think about him at all. Or maybe I should say I didn't think about him until that day in May.

I'll never forget it that day. I'm sure Joe won't either.

It was after school and late, probably around 7:00 and we had just finished a long hard practice. Me and the guys were sore and nobody was in any hurry to go home just yet. We felt a little better after taking a shower but now all we felt like doing was just hanging around the locker room and talking.

Some of the guys were wrapped in towels, some had their shorts on and a couple others just hung around naked, like me. Hell, we were like family and it was no big deal to just hang out bare assed in front of one another.

The coach had long since gone home but as team captain and I had a key to lock the place up after we were done.

So there we stood just laughing and shooting bull, talking about girls, teachers, cars and whatever the hell came to our minds. And it wasn't long before one of my buddies broke out a couple six-packs of Heineken and we were just having a jolly old time. And it wasn't long after that when we heard it.

There was a definite sound from around the corner, behind a couple of rows of lockers. It was like a quick shuffle of feet and then it was gone. A couple of us heard it the first time and paid no mind to it, but when it happened again, we knew something was up.

We all sort of gave each other a look, wondering if maybe it was a prowler--but what a prowler would want from the men's locker room we couldn't guess. Then I had an idea.

I told everybody to keep on talking and making noise like there was nothing wrong. Then I handed a baseball bat to the largest guy there and I told him to go check it out. When he came back a minute later he had a big smile on his face.

"Well, just look at what I found," he told us, and there locked in his arms was Joe, who appeared visibly alarmed and who was struggling the break loose, with no success. His face was beet red and once he realized there was no way he was going to break the big man's grip, he finally gave up.

"What the hell was he doing back there?" I asked.

"It looks like you got you a secret admirer, Jimmy," the guy told me. "He was stashed around the corner there when I snuck up on him. He was so busy gettin' a look-see at everybody he didn't even notice until I was all over him."

"So he was trying to get a private peep show, huh?"

"Yeah, but from the looks of it, his eyes were glued mostly to one spot--your ass!"

"No, shit?" I said, and then I turned to him. "Is that right, Joe? Did you like the show? Is that how you get off--watching limp cock from around a corner?"

He didn't answer me, and I have to admit that he looked scared shitless. By this time I stood mere inches away from him and so I decided to turn around slowly in front of him and give him more of what he wanted.

I held my arms out to the side and I turned around like some runway model.

"Well, go ahead," I said. "Take a look fagboy; see what you've been missing."

By now he was trembling and he turned his head away, afraid to look, but this only made me madder. And so, grabbing his jaw in my hand I turned his face back around until it was not more than 4 inches from my own. His breath smelled like hyacinth.

"Look a me when I talk to you, you son-of-a-bitch!" I yelled while I forced him to face me and stare into my eyes. Then while he stared, and while I held him for a second that seemed to last forever I saw something in his eyes that was new to even me. I saw fear like I had never seen in anyone before. But underneath that fear I saw something else. I saw that this guy was totally and completely balls out in love with me.

I'm not sure I understood all of this at the time, and I know I was still buzzing from the beer, but I have to admit that something clicked inside of me. I was still mad as hell but I was also---turned on.

I turned away from Joe and began to talk to the other guys.

"You know what?" I said to them. "I'm going to help this little homo out. I'm going to give him a lesson in why he doesn't want to be a fag." Then I turned my attention back to Joe.

"You see," I told him. "I think the good lord made women a little stronger than he made men. He made them strong so they could handle it when a man sticks 9 inches of thick, rock solid meat inside of them.

"Do you think you're that strong?" I asked him. And by this time you could tell I was pulling my dick, encouraging it to get harder and harder. By now some of the guys were starting to realize what I had in mind.

"Oh shit, Jimmy!" one of them said.

"Jesus Christ, I don't believe it!" said another.

Still another chimed in with admiration, "Jimmy you're fuckin' crazy!"

At this point Joe was seated on the bench and my dick was pointing straighter than a weather vane and it was pretty obvious what was going to happen next. That's when he sprang up like a jack rabbit and tried to get away, only to have some of my guys catch him and hold him firmly in place.

"Turn him around," I told the guys. "And bend him over. Schools about to begin."

It was seconds later, after the guys had pulled his pants down around his ankles that I stepped up behind him. I slapped his ass hard with my hand and left a bright red palm print where my hand had landed. Aside from that redness, however, his ass was smooth and white with just a little bit of peach fuzz over his butt cheeks.

The next thing I did was to grab my cock and slap each ass cheek with it, and then I sort of ran the head of my dick through the crack, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind me. And then, using both of my hands, I spread open his crack until I could see his bunghole inside.

So that's where the hair was: Buried neatly inside his crack were wisps of brown hair surrounding a tiny pink asshole. His hole looked at least 2 times too small for my dick and the only thing I could think of doing was shoving my dick deep inside of it.

"Believe me, Joe," I said to him, "I'm doing you a favor.

"After tonight the last thing you're going to want is another man's dick. I'm going to make you as straight as an arrow and you'll never want to handle another guy's cock ever again."

By now I had put the head of my dick into his asshole while I gripped his hips firmly with both hands. His ass was so tight that I wondered if I might need some lube but it turned out he was sweating so much that his hole was wetter and more slippery than any lotion could make it. And so, without waiting any longer I yanked his ass back over my dick until it just about swallowed my penis whole.

Then gripping his hips even tighter I plowed forward into his ass harder and deeper than I ever had with any girl. The only responses from Joe were grunts of pain and breathless whimpers; both of which made me want to simply plow his ass even more.

"I want to fuck you, you faggot!" I yelled at him, while my cock was buried halfway up his anus.

I suppose there was still some rage left in me but at this point the only thing I could feel was bliss like I couldn't believe. I had fucked some girls up the ass before but as good as that was, it didn't compare to this.

Joe's hole was so wet and firm and tight. It was so tight that my dick nearly hurt from being squeezed so hard. And as I pounded him harder and harder, in and out, I soon forgot about the guys who were standing around us and I bent forward until my chest was resting on his back.

I grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled more of his body onto my cock. Next I reached my arm around his waist so I could grab his dick from between his legs.

His dick was still soft and so I grabbed it whole in my hands. Balls, shaft, everything I held onto tight with my fist while I kept slamming my cock in and out of his ass. But then I felt his dick starting to come to life in my hand. It started getting hard and stiff until it finally forced itself free from my grip.

By this time I was close to losing it. I grabbed his cock, which was long and skinny, and I started stroking it and jerking it while I buried my dick so far up his ass I thought it was going to come out the other end.

I was screaming, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" and suddenly I felt his body shake and spasm and then I felt his cock unload what must have been a half cup of warm sticky cum into my hand. It was seconds later that I found I couldn't hold it any more and I shot a frothy load deep into his asshole.

I held him tight while I let the last remaining drops of cum trickle out of my dick and into his butt. Then I stood upright and pulled out of his hole. The minute I did so, however, he had pulled up his pants up from around his ankles and he bolted out of our circle before anyone could react.

The looks on the guys' faces varied from shock to awe to amazement, and at least a couple of them had hard-ons bulging from their shorts.

"Goddamn!" one of them said.

I looked down at my dick which was already starting to get soft. It was covered in cum, sweat and even some of his shit.

In my right hand, where I had caught Joe's load, the cum was already starting to thicken.

"Well, is someone gonna throw me a towel?" I said.

"You got it, man," said one of the guys, tossing a clean one in my direction.

"Jeez, I'm beat," I said. "Let's get our shit together and get the hell out of here."

And so we did. Without saying much of anything, we all got dressed, got into our cars and went home.

JIMMY & JOE Part 3

I went to bed that night fully expecting the cops would be there when I woke up. But when morning finally came and they weren't around I tried to convince myself it had all been a dream, but I knew it wasn't. I knew from the massive hangover that I had had a little too much beer and I had got a little too crazy. Worst of all, I knew that I had fucked Joe.

Oh My God! I fucked a guy. I made him bend over, I had the other guys hold him and I shoved my dick up his ass. I couldn't believe it. But worst of all--what was even worse than the idea of being arrested for rape was the thought that I had enjoyed it.

It was still a little hazy in my mind but from what I remembered, it was the most incredible sex I think I ever had.

When I got to school that morning I hung out with the guys, we rapped, traded jokes and pretty much carried on like usual. The only weird thing was that nobody mentioned anything about the night before.

That's what made me so damn uncomfortable. I was just waiting, hoping that someone would say something funny about it but no one did. Everyone was so busy acting cool and behaving normal I don't think they realized we were anything but. And to make matters worse--Joe was not at school that day.

I kept looking around and I would casually walk by places where I thought he might be, but it was pretty obvious--he wasn't there. And I could tell that some of the other guys were looking for him too.

Guys who never cared a fuck in their life about school were suddenly awake, alert and mindful of everyone and every group that walked by. It was really starting to piss me off. I just wanted somebody to say something!

Something like, "I bet that faggot ain't gonna be walkin' straight for a while..." Anything to let me know that nothing had changed and that this thing would blow over. But obviously, it wasn't about to. I was still leader of the pack but for the first time, I didn't have a clue what the pack was thinking.

The next day was Friday and that's when I started noticing things.

I would show up somewhere, where some of my friends were hanging out, and I would get the impression that the conversation had just changed. It was nothing very obvious, just a feeling really, but it happened too often for it to be just my imagination.

And that same day, when I asked a girl if she had finished a paper for me she told me she was so bogged down in work she didn't know when she could get to it. No problem, I told her, I understood and I figured I could find someone else to do it.

We went on talking, though, and after a minute I moved a little closer and slipped my hand up her top. I reached inside of her bra and grabbed one of her breasts. She was a late bloomer and her tits had just come out the previous summer and right now they felt firm and ripe like a fresh, juicy peach. Her tits weren't all that big but the nipples certainly were, and the harder I squeezed, the more I felt the nipple harden.

She moaned for a couple of seconds before she gently coaxed my hand out of her shirt. Then she smiled at me.

"Not right now," she said. "But I'll see you later." And then she squeezed my leg as she hurried off.

That's when I knew things were seriously not cool. The day that chick was not interested in getting laid, something was definitely wrong.

That little incident was still in my mind when something else happened that day to make me go totally ballistic.

I was walking toward a crowd of people I knew when I saw this guy Kovacs leading the discussion. He seemed pretty animated and his eyes were planted squarely on me while he spoke. Somehow, I got the impression that it was me he was talking about, and the way he looked at me was like I was the lowest piece of shit you had ever seen.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more.

"Kovacs," I said when I reached the group. "C'mere, I want to talk to you."

His expression returned to neutral as he stepped over in my direction. We walked a few yards from the group to a more private spot, but you could tell their eyes were on us.

"I don't what's up," I told him, "but if you're talking shit about me, I want it to stop."

"What are you talkin' about," he said.

"Don't act stupid, motherfucker. I know you. I know all you're good for is talking trash."

"Hey don't get mad at me," he said. "It wasn't me who fucked some dude--and liked it."

"That's right," I told him. "But if I recall, it was you who was standing there with a massive fuckin' hard-on. Matter of fact, if you weren't wearing shorts we coulda' hung a rack of towels on your dick, it was so stiff."

"So what do you wanna do, Jimmy. You want to fuck me now? Is that it, are you gonna fuck me?"

"No, you sonofabitch," I told him. "I'm gonna fuck you up!" and I shoved him hard away from me.

The fight didn't last long, after that. He came barreling head-first into my gut, knocking the wind out of me for a second. But then I grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him in the chest.

He started swinging wildly and got lucky when one swing connected with my eye. But that was all he would get because I quickly socked him across the jaw, grabbed him and slammed him into a wall. After that he was down for good.

I was about to kick him in the gut when a couple of teachers grabbed me and pulled me away from him.

We might have gotten suspended or worse for that little fight, but it turned out I was lucky. Actually, it turned out that Kovacs could lie like a fucking dog.

"We were just horsing around," he grinned, with a welt the size of an apple across his face.

"I told Jimmy I could take him down but I guess he got me."

Then, to emphasize our "friendship," Kovacs even smiled with me and socked me playfully in the arm.

I thought I was going to be sick.

All that afternoon I avoided everyone that I used to hang out with. But as miserable as I was I could only think of one thing--Joe.

As bad as I felt, and as horrible a day as it had been I had to figure it was at least ten times worse for him. I knew where he lived, since this was such a small town, and I promised myself that after school I would go to his place and apologize. I really didn't expect much but I hoped he could find a way to forgive me.

It was about six o'clock when I got to his place and I stood at his front door for maybe five minutes before I finally got up the nerve to knock. But before I could rap on the door even once, it opened and there was a woman standing there in front of me. She seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see her.

"Oh! Hello," she said with a smile. And the first thing I thought was that she looked just like Joe.

"Hi," I said, "I'm a friend of Joe. Is he home."

"He is," she answered. "If you come on in, I'm sure he'll be right down."

Then she turned to yell upstairs, "Joe, honey, there's a friend here to see you."

"OK, mom," Joe yelled back.

His mother tuned back to me, "I'm late for work, otherwise I'd stay and get you something."

"Oh, no. I'm fine," I told her, taking a seat on the couch.

"You boys be good," was the last thing she said before closing the door behind her.

After the door closed, I saw Joe standing at the opposite end of the couch. He wore a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was a jumble of dark curls but it still looked nice. I stared at him for a couple of seconds, and I think I realized for maybe the first time--he was really beautiful.

"Hi," I said.

"What happened to your eye?" he asked me.

I touched the eye. It felt pretty bad but I just grinned. "It's nothing. I just ran into a wall."

There was a moment of silence. He started to ask me if I wanted something to drink but I cut him off.

"Listen, I just wanted to tell you, I'm really, really sorry."

"No," he said. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have been there."

"No," I told him. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was all my fault. If you called the cops or something, I swear I would understand."

For the first time he smiled.

"I could never do that to you. It's hard to even be mad at you." He paused for a second. "Would you be mad, though, if I told you something."

"Go ahead," I told him.

"Well, it's probably no surprise but... I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you."

I turned away, embarrassed. "Why?" I asked him. "I'm a jerk, a bully, a user--"

I was about to go on when he just laughed and sat down next to me.

"Yeah, I bet you probably are. But I have a feeling that underneath it you're also pretty sweet." Then he got quiet.

"On top of that, you're probably the sexiest guy I've ever seen. Honestly, I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't want you to make love to them."

Now I was confused. "So, you're saying, you didn't mind when--"

"No, no," he said, "don't get me wrong. That was definitely not what I had in mind. It was pretty awful, in fact. But when you reached around and held me, and you were jerking me, I got the feeling that you really wanted me to feel good. I felt like you actually liked me."

There was quiet again.

"Yeah," I said. "I guess it was pretty incredible."

Billy looked shyly at me. "You know," he said, "if you wanted to... I mean, I wouldn't mind if...."

He didn't have to finish the sentence before my heart was already pounding. "What about your dad?" I asked.

"He doesn't live here," said Jimmy, starting to take off his pants. "And my mom wont be back for hours."

Seconds later he stood there naked in front of me and my cock started to get hard at the sight of him. I hadn't noticed before but his crotch was completely shaved, and his dick was as smooth and as pretty as his face. I squeezed his dick while he began to take off my pants.

When he finally pulled them off he gasped at the sight of my cock.

"It's so big," he said, impressed. "Can I suck it."

"Suck it," I told him. "Take it in your mouth and eat it."

And I stood up while he got on his knees to suck my dick. He planted a hand on each of my ass cheeks and he rubbed my ass while I forced the cock down his throat. He kept gagging on it but he wouldn't give up trying to fit the whole thing inside.

I felt incredible and I held my arms up in the air while I started grinding my hips around and around in front of his face. His head was planted squarely in front of my balls and it kept moving around in circles along with my crotch.

He started running his fingers through my butt crack and I started feeling shivers up my back.

"I'm gonna cum!" I said to him.

"Cum in my mouth," he shouted. "I want to drink your juice."

"Oh, God!" I yelled as he held my dick in front of his open mouth. Then I looked down and watched as my cock exploded with cum that shot half into his mouth and half over his face.

He kept closing his mouth to swallow and then greedily opening it up for more. Finally, his face was covered in cum and he smiled as he once again took my cock in his mouth to suck out every last drop of cum.

After all the cum was gone I told him to stand up so I could kiss him. He stepped into my arms and I held him as tight as I could and kissed him hard while I shoved my tongue inside his mouth. I could taste the cum in there and I could also feel the cum that was still on his face.

I stopped kissing and I just looked at his beautiful face. He looked at me with big puppy dog eyes and I started smearing the cum-juice all over that gorgeous face and neck.

"You're so gorgeous," I told him.

"Turn around," he said to me.

"What?" I asked.

"Just turn around," he said gently. "I promise you'll like it."

He looked so sweet that I did what he said and I turned around. I even let him bend me forward until my ass was sticking up in the air. At first I thought it was going to be payback time until I felt what he was doing.

I felt his hands spread my butt cheeks and I felt his face go into my ass.

"You smell so good," he told me.

"Do you like it?" I asked to him.

"Oh, yes," he answered. "Can I lick it?"

"Yes!" I said. "Lick it clean!"

And then I felt him lick both sides of my crack and I could feel his tongue bury itself deep into my hole. Once it was inside I clenched the hole tight around his tongue so he could barely pull it out. Then I let it go and he pulled it out and started all over again. It was like our little game, and pretty soon I was hard as a rock all over again and dying to shove my cock into his body.

"I've gotta fuck you," I said. "I have to fuck you now!"

"Oh, please!" he panted, almost in tears. "Please fuck me!"

I lifted him off the ground and threw him onto the couch, on his back. Then I spread his legs open, lifted them up in the air and I jumped in the middle. I looked down at his beautiful, pink anus which was too small for my dick. It was already drenched in sweat and I just shoved my cock right into it.

"Aaargh!" he screamed as he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"You like it, huh" I said down to him. "You like that cock in your butt don't you?"

"Yes, sir!" he said. "I do! Oh, shove that cock inside my butthole. Please fuck me! Fuck me!"

And I looked down at him sternly while I fucked him like I never had before. I started to go up and down and each time I went down I would kiss his lips just as my big fat dick was right up his ass. Then finally I just laid down on top of him with all my weight while he wrapped his arms around my chest. That's when I felt his body start to spasm and his dick, which was pressed to my belly, shot out a load of warm, sticky goo.

He had cum all over me, and I felt like I was about to do the same.

"I'm gonna cum!" I yelled. "I gonna cum in your ass!"

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Joe yelled as my liquid squirted right up the inside of his beautiful, pink asshole.

I was tired, panting and out of breath when I decided to just lay down on top of him. We were still tangled together and my dick was still up his ass but he just wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead.

"That's my baby," he said as he stroked my hair. "That's my big boy." And pretty soon I fell asleep in his arms.

The following Monday Joey and I drove to school together and from that point on we were inseparable.

It wasn't easy, and I basically had to quit the team and give up nearly every "friend" I used to have--but Joey was worth it. And I didn't even mind losing all those chicks who used to do my homework.

As it turned out, not only was Joey drop dead gorgeous, and the most amazing lay on the planet, he was also a total brain! And while I couldn't convince him to do my homework he was always willing to spend time tutoring me or helping me with research.

We're at college now, and still in love, but I still don't know if I could be called "gay." I just know I love this guy. I love the way he smells, the way he looks and everything about him.

And I especially love when he wakes up in the morning to find me buried deep inside of him and he just smiles and says:

"That's my Jimmy." And then he rolls over onto his back, lifts his legs, and lets me have at him.

That's my Joey!

The End

*** hope you enjoyed it, everybody.

Right now I'm working on a story about a preacher getting seduced by a very sly and sexy young man... I should be done with it in a few days. Let me know if anyone wants to see it.

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