Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2004 16:35:27 +0300 From: Larry S. Subject: Sam, chapter 16 This is a story about love between males. If this is offensive to you of if it is not legal for you to read it, proceed at your own risk. This is fiction. All people, places and events are the product of the writer's own imagination. All rights are retained by the author. Special thanks to Tim for his excellent help in editing. All remaining errors are my own. Please send your comments to sanansaattaja2003@yahoo.com. I would love to hear from you. When you write me about the story be sure to write `Sam' in the subject line. (Emails with an attachment will not be opened.) Sam, chapter 16 Just as Sam had indicated to Jay earlier at the hospital, Lee came over to Jay's house to see him that evening after supper. Since it was his very first visit to the Evans home he felt obligated to be polite and sit and chat with Irene and Robert and Jenna for a bit in the front room. Jay, however, was anxious to have his lover to himself in a more private setting and he soon managed to drag him off to his lair, explaining to the others that Lee had to help him catch up with some schoolwork he had missed. Lee didn't really have to be dragged, of course, he went willingly enough! The upstairs of their house had two small bedrooms. An adult could stand upright only in about the first three or four feet of the room and then the ceiling began to follow the slope of the roof toward the outside wall which was only three feet high. Jenna's room faced the front of the house and had a fairly large dormer window which made it seem much roomier and brighter than Jay's. Her desk was under the window. Jay's room directly across from Jenna's had a couple small windows that were down so low they didn't give much view out and neither did they let much light in. His desk was just inside the door to the left and his small single bed was along the wall to the right of the door. He had a chair at the desk and one beside his bed and on the wall above the desk was a little bookshelf, but that was the extent of his furnishings. He felt a little embarrassed as he led Lee into his tiny Spartan cubbyhole, remembering what a spacious and well-furnished room Lee had. But if Lee even noticed at all, he didn't comment. At that moment he had thoughts only for Jay. As soon as they got into the room, Lee kicked the door shut behind them and steered Jay over to the bed where he pushed him gently backwards. "C'mon loverboy, let's stretch out, OK?" he half whispered. Jay lay on his back and Lee plopped down lengthwise on top of him, his considerably larger body engulfing Jay's. He propped enough of his weight on his elbows that he wasn't crushing his lover, and cradled Jay's head gently in his big hands, bringing his lips down softly onto Jay's. "Mmm, sweet Jay! I've been half hard all day thinkin' about doin' this to ya again," he murmured, letting his tongue snake out and trace tenderly back and forth on Jay's lower lip till Jay parted his lips enough for him to slip it inside. He then ran the tip of his tongue round and round the inside of Jay's lips. Jay gave a little gasp, parting his teeth and admitting the probing tongue deeper into his mouth. "That's it, lover, don't be shy! Open up for me," Jay coached, and then nothing was said for long minutes as they writhed and squirmed together on the narrow little bed and tongue-dueled. Finally Lee came up for air and lifted himself up enough to gaze down on Jay's face. "Your bruises are stilling lookin' awful, aren't they, Jay?" he said, as he ran his finger tips gently across the injured side of his face. "And your black eye is even more purplish colored now than it was. Do they hurt?" "Nah, they don't hurt much anymore," Jay said. "Except when I look in the mirror I don't notice them at all now." "That's good. Can I kiss `em?" Lee asked. Jay shrugged and said, "Sure, if you want." Lee planted little feather-light kisses all over that side of his face and all over his eyes. Jay tightened his hold on his lover while he did that, pressing their torsos together. His feelings of love intensified till he thought he might burst and a few tears began to trickle down his cheeks. Lee noticed the tears and asked, "I'm not hurtin' you, am I Jay?" Jay shook his head and sniffed. In answer, he started kissing Lee all over his face, almost frantically. "I just love you so much it hurts sometimes," he said. "But it's a good kind of hurt, isn't it?" Lee asked, and Jay nodded in agreement. Suddenly Lee rose up and sat straddling Jay's legs. Without warning, he pulled Jay's tee shirt up exposing his belly and chest and then leaned forward and started nuzzling his satiny soft skin, kissing him all over his heaving torso till he was covered with goose bumps and his flesh was like a mass of quivering jelly. "Oh my God, Lee, you're killing me. Oh God, don't stop! That feels so go-o-o-o-d," Jay blubbered, while straining to lift his body up against Lee's mouth, wanting more of that sweet torture. Lee then zeroed in on one of Jay's nipples, slurping the hard little nubbin into his mouth, suckling on it and nipping at it and twisting it gently with his lips and teeth. Jay nearly went into orbit. Never had his pleasure senses been so close to overload in his young life as they were at that moment. His already hard little cock surged up and bucked and throbbed frantically inside his jeans as soon as the nipple play started, and such a huge dollop of precum squirted out that he was afraid he might have cum. "Oh God, Lee, I'm gonna cum," Jay moaned. Lee then scooted further back giving himself access to Jay's midsection, and without further ado he unfastened Jay's jeans. In one quick movement he pulled them and his briefs down far enough to expose his lover's throbbing, jerking, precum-oozing cock. Before Jay could react or protest, he swooped down on the prize, swirling his tongue around and around the swollen purple-red head of his cock, swabbing up all the salty-sweet precum, and then sinking down until the whole steel-hard five slender inches was buried inside his mouth and throat. Instantaneously, Jay let out a sharp little squeal, his whole body stiffened and he bucked his hips wildly upward against Lee's invading mouth, emptying himself in spurt after frantic spurt of lava-hot passion down his gulping throat. He slumped down again on the bed, spent, panting, his flushed, slender body rising and falling with every breath. Lee rose up and looked down on him with a slightly dazed look on his own face. "Oh my God, Jay!" he blurted out. It had all happened so fast and so unpremeditatedly, that it had caught him by surprise nearly as much as Jay. "Jay, honey, you OK?" he asked. Jay had his eyes squeezed shut and his face was so flushed that Lee was afraid maybe he was upset. Lee threw himself down on top of Jay and hugged him tight. "Jay, baby, you're all right, aren't you?" he asked again, worriedly. "Oh Jay, I love you so much. Please say it's all right." Jay answered by hugging back with all his might and pressing his mouth against Lee's in a frantic kiss. He tasted the remnants of his own cum on Lee's lips and it fueled his passion even more. He licked Lee's lips hungrily and then pushed hard till Lee let his tongue in between his teeth. They lay that way, in a tight embrace, kissing for several minutes. Finally Lee rose up again and looked down at Jay. "Honest, Jay, honey, I hadn't planned to do that. I hope you're OK with it?" Jay smiled up sweetly at his lover and nodded his head. "It was so... Oh God, Lee, it was unbelievable. I never knew it would feel so good, I thought I would die. Now I wanna do you..." "You sure, baby? You don't have to, ya know. I mean, if ya don't really wanna." "Oh Lee, be quiet, OK? I'll be really miffed if I don't get to see you now and taste you that way too," Jay said with finality. "You sure?" Lee asked, incredulous. "Come on, ya big lummox, roll over on your back so I can get at ya!" Jay said, pushing playfully at Lee who was still straddling his legs. Laughing then, Lee pulled Jay's much smaller body up into a sitting position and hugged him tight, kissing his mouth and face, then he swiveled them both around till he could stretch out on his back with Jay lying on top of him. They continued kissing a minute longer and then Lee gave Jay a little push saying, "All right then, pup, have at it!" Jay sat up astride Lee's lower legs, and gazed down at his bulging crotch. "God, Lee, you're huge! Mine's just puny compared to yours!" "Nah, sweetheart. Yours is absolutely perfect for you, honest. It's just right. If you had a big dong like mine on that cute little body of yours it would look grotesque, believe me." Suddenly Lee started to chuckle, and Jay looked at him sharply, feeling a bit hurt. "What's so funny?" he asked. "Just look at you, baby!" Lee chortled, and Jay looked down at himself and blushed deeply. His tee shirt was still bunched up under his armpits, his jeans and briefs were down around his thighs, and his once again rock-hard cock was jutting up out of his lap with its slight banana-curve bringing the tip back against his belly. Jay made a move as if to cover himself and Lee said, "Don't you dare, sweetie. I wanna look at you some more. It makes me so hot. I could almost pop off just by lookin'." Jay then reached out and unfastened Lee's jeans and started to tug on them. "You'll have to lift up your big butt, man, you're too heavy and I can't pull your pants down," Jay giggled. Obligingly, Lee lifted up his midsection enough for Jay to get his jeans and briefs tugged down to mid thigh. He managed to drag his fully-erect cock downwards along with his briefs until finally it broke free and sprang up and slapped against his belly with a loud plop, then bounced back again and jerked up and down a few times. Jay just stared at it transfixed, his eyes bugging out. "Oh — my — God!" he finally blurted out. "It's so beautiful. Lee, it's... it's perfect!" After just staring at Lee's cock for long minutes, Jay reached out shyly, tentatively, and touched it. First he just traced his finger up and down its length a couple times, and then getting bolder he put his hand around the base and lifted it up, feasting on the magnificent organ with his eyes, memorizing its length and girth. The cock was truly beautiful, fully seven and half inches long and relatively thick, but perfectly shaped and oh, so graceful looking. The head was only very slightly smaller around than the thick shaft which had an ever so slight upward curve. The slit in the end was dilated and a big pearly drop of precum sat there in the very tip, glistening. Jay scooted up until he was straddling Lee's thighs, bringing his own groin up even with Lee's and bringing his throbbing, oozing cock up against Lee's much bigger, equally throbbing one. Mesmerized, he held both organs straight up in the air between them and tight together. Then slowly, he began to jack them together, letting his slender little hand slide up and around the glistening, precum-slicked head of Lee's cock and then down the thick shaft till he came to the head of his own, giving it a quick rub and then continuing to glide down the two shafts together till he came to their pubic bush. Both boys' attention was riveted fully on their throbbing cocks and on the exquisite pleasure each was feeling as Jay jacked them together. Neither heard the patter of footsteps on the stairs and neither noticed as the door to Jay's room was opened slowly. Finally, from the doorway came a whispered "Oh my God!" causing both boys to look up in horror into the wide-open eyes of Jay's sister Jenna. "Jenna!" Jay gasped, and Jenna started to whimper. "God, Jay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." The whole time her big green eyes were glued to their exposed, erect cocks and she was blushing a deep red dark enough to match her hair. "Jenna, you should've knocked," Jay said, as he struggled frantically to pull his pants up and his tee shirt down. Lee was trying to accomplish the same thing, but it was a bit more difficult for him since Jay was still straddling his thighs. "I just thought you were doing schoolwork, you know. That's what you said you were gonna do," she explained, afraid Jay was mad at her. "Besides, we never had to knock before." It was true. In fact they had always left their respective doors open at least partially, giving free passage to the other whenever they wanted or needed one another's company. "Come here, Jenna," Jay said, holding out his arms to his sister. She threw herself into his embrace then and buried her face against his chest. "It's OK, Jenna honey," he crooned softly. "I'm not mad. I'm just embarrassed, and I'm sorry we shocked you like that. I hope you won't hate us for what you saw. You gonna be OK?" Jenna nodded against his chest, and Jay continued. "You won't tell on us will you, Jen?" "No," she promised, emphatically. "OK then, did you come up to tell us something, Jen?" Jay asked. "Um, yeah. I almost forgot! The priest came. The one who's gonna have the burial for Dad on Thursday. He's been talkin' to mom and Uncle Robert and me and he wants to meet you too. So ya gotta go downstairs now." "The priest, Jenna?" Jay asked, turning as white as his tee shirt. "Oh my God!" "Don't worry, Jay, he's really cool. You'll like him. I do," Jenna assured him. Jenna went across to her room to start on her homework while the two boys hastily pulled themselves and their clothes back into some semblance of order so they could go meet the priest. "I've never talked to a priest before, Lee. I'm scared. What am I supposed to say?" Jay asked. "I don't think you'll have to say anything except `hello' and `how do you do' and things like that. Otherwise, just listen and nod your head and stuff. I'm sure he just wants to meet you is all. Don't worry, babe. You'll be fine," Lee assured his nervous boyfriend. The two of them went down the stairs more than a little abashed and shamefaced with the thought of what they had been caught doing, and right before going to meet the priest, of all things! What a coincidence. Jay wondered to himself if maybe it was God's judgment falling on them for doing what they did, that the priest should summon them just at that moment. Maybe he would have some way of knowing their guilt without even being told about it? He felt a shiver of apprehension pass through him as they approached the bottom of the stairs and turned toward the living room. As soon as they could see into the front room where the adults were sitting and talking, Lee whispered excitedly in Jay's ear, "Oh my God, Jay, it's Father Jerry! That is so neat. He's the greatest. Boy we're in luck! You're really gonna like him. I'm so glad he's the one who's gonna have your dad's burial service." As soon as the two boys walked into the room and he saw them, the priest blurted out, "Oh my goodness, boy, what does the other fellow look like?" He was looking at Jay's face, of course, and was referring to his bruises and his huge purple shiner. Jay blushed hotly and hung his head, unable to meet the priest's gaze or to answer him. "Father Jerry, `the other fellow' as you called him happens to be the man we are burying on Thursday," Uncle Robert explained quietly. "It was Jay's dad that did it. I'm sorry we didn't tell you the whole story." "Oh, no!" Father Jerry said, thoroughly pained. "Me and my cursed mouth. I'm always sticking my foot in it because of being so darned impulsive and speaking without thinking. Please forgive me, Jay. That was unpardonable of me and utterly out of place. I'm so sorry." He looked almost like he could cry. "It's OK, Father," Jay murmured. Father Jerry had his arm around Jay's shoulder by that time, and it felt very good to Jay, and comforting. He couldn't resist pressing himself closer against the older man and sort of relaxing against his side. "Let's sit together here on the sofa, Jay, and you or your uncle or someone can tell me about what happened," the priest suggested. The three of them sat down with Jay in the middle. Jay snuggled closer to Lee and reached out to take his hand and hold it. For some reason he just felt like he didn't want to hide from this Father Jerry what Lee meant to him. Might as well get everything out in the open, he thought. "Father, you know Lee Wilson, don't you?" he asked. "Yes, I sure do. How are you, Lee? I must say it was a bit of a surprise to see you here with Jay. But I'm glad to see you and Jay are friends. Very good friends, from the looks of it." He gave Lee a wink as he said that and Lee blushed but smiled back at him. "I'm fine, thanks, Father Jerry, and I'm glad to see you here too! I'm so glad you're the one who's gonna take care of Jay's dad's burial," Lee said. "Well, my boy, do you want to tell me about what happened?" Father Jerry asked Jay. "Only if you want to, mind you. I don't have to know every little thing. I'm still awfully ashamed and sorry for my rudeness and I hope you can forgive me." "Please, Father, there's nothing to forgive," Jay said and he looked rather pleadingly at his uncle. Uncle Robert then told a somewhat abbreviated version of what had happened the week before, resulting in Jay's injuries and ultimately leading to his dad's death. They had already told him about Gene's mugging, but not about what had led up to him leaving the house like he did that evening. "Oh Jay, I'm so sorry. You poor boy. Whatever made your father so angry, do you know?" Father Jerry asked. "Well, I guess he just found out, or else figured out, that I'm gay, Father," he said simply. Father Jerry put his arm around Jay's shoulders and hugged him tight then and Jay laid his head against the priest's shoulder and let himself cry. Lee snaked his arm around behind Jay's waist and hugged him from the other side. "I would be very happy if you ever feel like coming to my office at the parish hall to talk with me, Jay," Father Jerry said. "You alone or you and Lee together. Any time at all. You don't need to make an appointment, just drop by whenever you like. If I happen to be out then you can leave a message and I'll get in touch with you as soon as I'm free. OK? You'll find out I understand how you feel and what you're going through at lot better than you might think, and sometimes it just helps to be able to talk to someone." "Thank you, Father, I'd love to talk with you sometime," Jay murmured. "Yeah, me too, Father," Lee said. "Good," Father Jerry said, "I'll look forward to it." Then looking at his watch he added, "Well, I think I better be running along now. It was very good to meet all of you and to talk with you this evening. You're all in my prayers and I'll look forward to being with you again on Thursday. Please accept my apologies, all of you, for my faux pas, but especially you, dear Jay." He gave his shoulders another big squeeze as he said that, and then stood up. The others all stood up too and shook his hand as he prepared to leave. "God bless you all and good night," he said at the door, and then he was gone. After Father Jerry had gone, Jay sat on the sofa deep in thought. His brief first encounter with the priest had had a considerable impact on him somehow. Father Jerry wasn't at all like he had imagined a priest would be. He had felt so safe with him, so relaxed and strangely drawn to him in some curious way that he couldn't explain. He felt a longing to confide in him, to unburden himself and share with him all his secrets and fears and insecurities and longings. It was a weird feeling for Jay, that need or desire to open himself up to this up till now completely unknown man. He was thrilled that Father Jerry had invited him to come and visit him in his office and he could hardly wait for opportunity to do so. He closed his eyes and pictured again in his mind what the priest looked like. He wasn't really a good looking man in the conventional sense. His face was pockmarked and scarred. There was one especially ugly, jagged scar that ran from the outer corner of his eye diagonally down across his cheek and ended just short of his mouth. His broad, flat nose was rather crooked, indicating that it had been badly broken at one time. His mouth was wide with thick lips. His hairline was sharply receding and what hair he had was course and kinky and black, with a bit of gray at the temples. His best feature was his big dark eyes, Jay thought. They were so expressive and warm. He had never seen warmer eyes on any person. His skin was a nice caramel color. He was a tall man and considerably slimmer than, for example, Uncle Robert, but he gave the impression of being very strong too. Strong and fit. He moved with a kind of feline grace, like a dancer almost. He had had on his priest's collar with a black shirt, a tweed jacket and blue jeans and loafers. Lee sat beside Jay on the sofa and sensing his mood, he kept quiet, just holding Jay's hand in his own over on his own lap and with the index finger of his other hand he traced little circles and squares on the back of it. Shortly, Lee's mother came by with the car to take him home. Jay pulled him into the dark kitchen where he could give him a hug and kiss out of sight of the others and then Lee said his goodbyes to everyone and was gone. As soon as Lee was gone, Irene said, "Jay honey, you know Uncle Robert has been sleeping in your bed up till now. But now that you're home he will move into Jenna's room and Jenna will sleep with me. OK?" "That's fine, mom," Jay said. He had thought maybe he would be sleeping on the sofa in the front room or something since Uncle Robert was using his room. The Evanses didn't have any guest room in their little house. "I'm gonna go up and talk with Jen a minute," Jay said as he ran up the stairs. Jenna's door was open and she was busy at her desk. Jay slipped in quietly and sat on her bed, waiting for her to notice him. Finally he said, "Jen..." "Yeah?" she replied. "You were right. Father Jerry is awfully nice. I like him too. I'm so glad I got to meet him," Jay said. "Mmm hmm," Jenna murmured, preoccupied with her homework. "Um, Jen..." Jay continued after a minute. "Hmm?" she murmured. "Um, about earlier..." Jay stammered. "It's OK, Jay, honest," Jenna said. "I'm all right. I know I embarrassed you to death, but you don't need to worry, OK? It's our little secret." And then she giggled and said, "It was so-o-o neat to see! It makes me feel like sorta hot all over when I think about it." "JEN!" Jay said, and then muttered, "Oh God! I think I could die!" Jenna stood up and threw herself into her brother's arms. "Jay, honey, you know I love you more than anything and it was so cool to see your... you know. And Lee's too! Wow, he is big, isn't he! I've never seen one hard before, either. Boy, it was so-o-o-o neat! I really wanted to touch them." "JENNA!" Jay said, blushing furiously with his giggling sister still in his arms. "You're too much, Jen! But I'd die without you, you know that, don't you? You're the best sister in the whole world and I'm so lucky to have you." He gave her an extra big squeeze and let her go. "You about done with your homework yet?" "Almost," she replied. "I suppose Mom told you you're sleeping with her now and Uncle Robert's gonna use your room?" Jay asked. "Yeah, she told me," she said. "I'll gather up what I need in a minute and go downstairs." She then looked shyly up at her brother and said, "Um, Jay...?" "Yes, hon?" "Um, would you, I mean do you think sometime, um, would you like let me touch yours? You know..." she stammered. "Oh my God, Jen!" Jay said, shocked, but strangely titillated at the same time. "Well...?" "Oh God, Jenna, I don't know. I gotta think about it, OK?" "Promise, Jay?" "I promise I'll think about it. That's all. God, it's so embarrassing, Jen!" "You don't need to be embarrassed with me, Jay. Honest. I'm just your little sister, right?" Jenna said. "Maybe," Jay said, and got up to leave her room. At the door he turned and looked back at her, "Jen..." "Yeah?" "Thanks for bein' so cool about it, Jen. I love you," Jay said and went across to his own room. * * * Later that night Jay was sitting cross-legged in sort of a lotus position on his bed reading a book. There was a light tapping on his partially opened door and Uncle Robert stuck his head in. "May I?" he asked. "Of course!" Jay answered, laying his book aside. Robert pushed the door open and strode in, and Jay's eyes nearly bugged out. There he was in all his glory, practically naked. Well, not really naked, but he could nearly as well have been, really. He was wearing only a loose thigh length pair of sleeping shorts. They were obviously old and worn and satiny smooth, clinging like second skin to every contour of his body, with the effect of emphasizing more than concealing all that they covered up. His big meaty cock was clearly outlined against the thin fabric, and every once in awhile when he moved his big balls also stood out in sharp bas-relief. It was such an erotic sight that Jay's mouth went as dry as dust and he couldn't swallow. He let his eyes roam over his hunky uncle's bare upper body too, drinking in his perfectly sculpted chest and belly and biceps, his big succulent nipples, the silky soft swirls of curly dark auburn hair in the middle of his broad chest and the tantalizing trail of darker hair that ran down from his deeply indented navel till it disappeared under the waist band of his shorts. If the truth were known, Robert had no intention of showing off his nakedness. He hadn't given it a second thought, desiring only to spend a few minutes with his nephew and bid him goodnight. He would have been surprised and embarrassed if he had known what an effect the sight of him had on the horny adolescent. He sat down on Jay's bed and drew him into a one-armed embrace, snuggling him up against his side. Jay had an urge to reach out and touch his uncle's muscles, to run his hand over those bulging biceps and magnificent pectoral mounds and to fondle his nipples and run his fingers through that lovely silky chest hair, but of course he didn't. "It's so good to have you home, punkin," Robert said. "Mmm hmm," Jay murmured. "And it's so neat to have you here too, Uncle Robert. I'm so glad you're gonna move here." "What did you think of Father Jerry, Jay?" Robert asked. "Oh man, he is so neat! I really liked him," Jay replied. "I'm so glad he wants me to come and talk with him sometime." "Yeah, punkin, I think that might be a really good thing. He can help you deal with things and understand things that you find it difficult to talk to anyone else about," Robert said. "You liked him too, didn't you Uncle Robert?" Jay asked. "Yes, Jay, I did. I think he's a really good man." Robert said. "I was pleasantly surprised, let me tell you. I haven't been to church for years and I've had no use for priests ever. I had a really, really bad experience with a priest one time when I was young. Younger than you. Maybe sometime I'll tell you about it. But obviously it's not fair to paint them all with the same brush, know what I mean? There are good ones as well as bad ones. And some really rotten ones, too, by the way. Anyway, Father Jerry is a good one. I can tell. I have a really good feeling about him, and I can't help but feel good about you confiding in him. He'll be an excellent counselor for you. Jay, your mother and I have been talking about maybe finding some professional for you to talk to, considering all the shit you've had to go through and all the feelings you must surely have bottled up inside of you on account of it all. I mean, don't get me wrong, Jay honey, you're not crazy. In fact, you're amazingly sane and unspoiled and pure and well balanced considering everything. But just the same, it definitely helps to talk to someone who's trained to help you deal with things. Anyway, since meeting Father Jerry and hearing his offer to talk with you we both feel like maybe he is the answer. I could see you felt comfortable with him too, and that means a lot, let me tell you." Robert stopped and drew in his breath and then chuckled, "God, punkin, that was a long winded speech, wasn't it? You should've given me a poke in the ribs or something!" "Nah, I could sit and listen to you all night, Uncle Robert," Jay said. "Boy, you are a sweetheart, Jay," Robert said. "I could sit here and hold you and talk all night too, probably. But I'd better let you get to bed now, don't you think? Just because you're not in the hospital anymore, doesn't mean you don't need to get all the rest you can for awhile yet. You've still got lots of healing to do, inside and out. So, sweet dreams, OK? And thanks for being such a wonderful sweet nephew. I'm so proud of you and I love you so much." "I love you too, Uncle Robert," Jay said, giving him a squeeze, "and thank you for... for everything." Robert gave him a big kiss on his forehead and then rose to go. Jay watched as he walked out of the room, the soft fabric of his shorts clinging to the curves of his magnificent flexing buttocks and to the powerful muscles of his upper thighs. He gulped once, twice, and his hard little cock gave a lurch in his jeans. "God, I'm a hopeless case," he said to himself. As soon as he had slipped off his jeans and turned out the light he slid down between the cool sheets of his bed and tugged down his briefs, releasing his throbbing cock and jacking it exquisitely, slowly, his lusty thoughts alternating between his uncle and his own wonderful sweet lover, Lee. Sometime soon he would have to finish what he had started that evening before getting interrupted, and actually suck Lee's beautiful cock. He couldn't wait to taste it and to make it shoot off in his mouth so he could taste his cum and make him feel even a fraction as good as he had felt when Lee did him. Oh God, it was so good to be in love!