Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2018 14:23:31 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie and Uncle George 93

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This story is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual
interactions between a teenager, his uncle and other males.

My thanks to Fred for his input in this chapter.

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JAMIE AND UNCLE GEORGE


Chapter 93


Jamie was standing outside the hotel where Sture worked. He was excited
because his boyfriend was going to have his first free weekend from the
job. Jamie looked at his watch yet again. "I thought he would have finished
his lunchtime shift by now," he said to himself. "I can't wait to take him
back to Uncle George's house and into bed."

Suddenly Sture appeared from a side entrance. The youngster hugged his
Swedish boyfriend, looked around to see if anyone was nearby, then kissed
him deeply and with passion. Sture was used to Jamie's displays of
affection but he blushed when he saw some cars passing in front of them.

"I love you, Sture. I'm so happy that we have a whole weekend together. We
don't have to leave bed, do we?" Jamie grinned.

"I thought you might show me some of the surrounding area this
weekend. I've only seen Nice you know, butÉ" Sture bent down and
whispered in Jamie's ear, "I can't wait to get my cock inside you. I've
been as celibate as a monk these last few days."

"A very horny monk." Jamie squeezed his boyfriend's stiff cock. "Hope my
uncle will be here soon. You can fuck me in the car you know. Uncle George
wouldn't mind!"

Sture laughed and shook his head. "Not in front of your uncle!" He put a
hand on Jamie's shoulder and leaned against the wall.

Jamie sensed that Sture had something on his mind. He was usually more
playful when they met. "Where are you thinking about, honey? You have
something to tell me, haven't you?"

"Well, there's not much to tell really. During my short break after the
breakfast shift yesterday, I went for a walk along the Promenade des
Anglais. I took a seat in the shade before walking back and a man came over
to me." Sture paused, unsure of how much to say. "He asked if he could take
some photos of me."

"What man?" Jamie did not follow.

"Just a man. I hadn't seen him before but he said he had seen me in the
restaurant and followed me. He carried a very modern camera." Sture thought
while he talked.

"What else? Was he hot? Did he ask you to undress?" Jamie was already
making stories inside his head.

"Don't be silly! He just said he wanted to take pictures of me on the
bench. And I let him, why not? He gave me his business card. He's a
Monsieur Gerrard and he said he worked for a French film company. He is
always looking for new faces apparently. He is attending a mini-festival in
Cannes and he invited me to visit this weekend, he said." Sture was the one
who grinned now, when he saw Jamie's excitement.

"The new Swedish sex-star on the stairs at the "Palais des Festivals."
Jamie opened his arms and played an applauding on-looker.

Sture squeezed the giggling Jamie. Uncle George's car was seen at the end
of the street and he gave it a wave. "Yes, the man said he could arrange a
tour of the Festival Palace for us if we visit Cannes." Sture winked.

"Us? What do you mean, us?" Jamie was full of questions.

"I said I would visit if you could come with me. I said you were an expert
on French movies, and that you had always wanted to see the Festival Palace
from inside." Sture grinned when the car stopped in front of them. Anders
was the driver today.

"What did he look like? Was he sexy? Did you fancy him?" Jamie continued
asking questions as he got into the car.

"What the hell?" The normal no-swearing Swede looked at his young
boyfriend. "I'm not into old men, you know. He must have been fifty, at
least. Guess he's your type. You like them old, don't you?" He playfully
punched Jamie's shoulder, grinned, and placed himself into the backseat
beside the young schoolboy.

"That's why I love you!" Jamie grinned back.

"Hey Anders." Jamie hugged Sture's brother from behind. "Good to see
you. Your brother was discovered by a film-maker today. I'm happy I still
have you!"

Anders started the car and looked at his brother in the mirror.

"Don't listen to him, bro. I'll tell youÉ" Sture had to stop talking
because Jamie kissed him again with great passion.

"May I suck you, movie star?" Jamie lay down on his boyfriend's lap and
opened his trousers. Sture saw Anders' eyes in the back-mirror, watching
them.

"Envious, brother? I'm sure Jamie can manage the two of us!" Sture
said. Anders blushed and changed the focus of the mirror.

Jamie was happy when he saw that Sture's huge cock was rock hard when freed
from his tight underwear. Sture spread his legs, made room for Jamie, and
closed his eyes when Jamie took the wet cockhead between his lips.

The cocksucker did a good job, as usual, and the monk had not cum for some
days. Jamie hadn't finished undressing before Sture let out a roar and sent
his sperm into his boyfriend's mouth. Jamie tried to swallow it all, but
white cream dripped from both sides of his mouth. Sture was happy to help
him clean up while Jamie was wanking his own little prick like
crazy. Anders wanted to wank too. His cock, nearly as big as his younger
brother's, pointed out from his pair of working trousers. He turned the car
from the main road and stopped underneath some low-hanging trees in a
deserted lane. This was a signal for Jamie who, now fully naked, jumped
into the front seat and placed himself on the steering wheel.

"Please let me cum. Your almost virgin brother was in such a hurry." Jamie
took the back of Anders head and nearly forced him down on his cock. But
after just a few minutes he changed position, opened the glove compartment,
and found the `fucking-jelly' as he called it. He creamed Anders cock
before he opened his arse and without foreplay sucked his cock into his
young boy-cunt.

Jamie rode Anders with skill and joy while he smiled at his Sture who once
again had a hard cock between his fingers. Jamie was the first to cum. He
managed to rise half way inside the car and pointed his eruption into
Anders' open mouth. Anders needed just some jerks from Jamie's small hands
before he sent his load all over Jamie's face moments later.

"We are late for the dinner preparations. You have to clean this kid for
me, brother. George hates to wait for his dinner." Andres grinned at the
watching Sture, and spanked Jamie's naked butt when he sent him back to
him. Sture didn't hesitate in licking the cum from Jamie's face.

***


Both Sture and Jamie were in small shorts when they came down for breakfast
the next morning. Jamie had some trouble sitting after the night's sexual
activity, but the two were in excellent mood.

"I have spoken with Monsieur Gerrard this morning. Very interesting man; he
is in the wine trade too. I knew I had seen his name before. And he is a
famous photographer according to what Henri told me last night."  Uncle
George talked as if he was the head of the entire family now, even though
he had no responsibility for young Sture. George had not been entirely
happy about Sture being approached for photos in Nice. He felt responsible
for Jamie's boyfriend, even if he was of adult age.

"Monsieur Gerrard will see you in Cannes at noon, and Anders will drive you
there. He will be taking two baskets of wine with him too. We have some
customers who will be happy for an extra fast delivery." George growled. No
reason to argue when Uncle George was in that mood.

"And Sture, you have to see that the lover of yours behaves himself. Okay?"
George winked, while Jamie pinched Sture's bum.

***


Jamie and Sture were excited when they, casually dressed but very proper,
climbed the red carpet to the "Palais des Festivals et des Congres" in
Cannes. Well, the red carpet was not for them, but since a film festival
was starting the same weekend the film-palace had been decorated.

Monsieur Gerrard met them in the hall and welcomed them formally. He looked
at Sture and said he was happy to see him again, and then he looked at
Jamie who gave the man his hand. "And you are the young man who is into
French movies, I understand." While Sture answered the man in English,
Jamie answered in his very best French, but for Sture's comfort he then
continued in English.

"Since I don't live with a French family my uncle thinks that I can learn
French best by watching movies, and honestly I love to do it that way."
Jamie was very polite, and Sture was very proud of him.

"What is your favourite director then, young man?" Mr Gerrard was certainly
testing him.

"I'm fond of Louis Malle," Jamie said, "I cried through `Au Revoir, Les
Enfants' some weeks ago, and before that I watched `Murmur of the
Heart'...I can't remember the French title." Jamie answered without
hesitation.

"A mature choice for a man as young as you," Mr Gerrard said with a
nod. "But you could have been Laurent, the young star of that movie."

Jamie had no comments, and just looked the man up and down, a stunning man,
he admitted to Sture later. In his fifties yes, slim, still dark hair, more
like a handsome actor than a photographer.

"Are you happy with what you see, garcon?" Monsieur Gerrard woke him up.

"If I didn't know you were a photographer, I would have guessed you were an
actor, sir," Jamie said. "A very handsome actor too."

Sture coughed.

"Well, my young friends, I will show you around, and I guess you would like
to see our movie archive too." Monsieur Gerrard put a hand on Jamie's
shoulder.

"I would love that sir, but first I want to give you this present from my
uncle. It's from our own production." The young salesman was proud when he
handed the man an exclusive double-pack of wine from his uncle's vineyard
in south of France.

"How very kind of him. Please give him my thanks," Monsieur Gerrard said as
he accepted the wine. "I will ask the concierge to look after it for me
while I take you on the tour." Then looking at Sture, he said. "I hope you
will let me take some more photos. We have a very private roof garden here,
you see, and it's not in use today."

"We would love that." Jamie answered. Sture just smiled. In the light of
the glittering chandeliers, Jamie thought Sture was the most beautiful
young man on earth. He sighed and found his place beside his boyfriend on
the sightseeing tour of the huge Cannes building.

"Very few movies are shown in this huge theatre." The host ended the tour
inside the huge modern movie-theatre. "During the famous festivals the
competing movies are shown in small cinemas all over Cannes, from morning
till late at night!"

The boys were really impressed, and again Monsieur Gerrard placed his hand
on Jamie's shoulder and, almost without thinking, allowed the tips of his
fingers to touch the youngster's naked neck. For Jamie the touch was like
an electric shock, all the way down to his sensitive young balls.

"You said you are from Scotland," the Frenchman kept his hand close. "You
know perhaps that Glasgow has the biggest and most modern movie theatre in
Europe."

Jamie grew both in height and confidence. "Aye sir, I know. I've been
there. I saw `Lawrence of Arabia" there. Peter O'Toole was marvellous, very
handsome too, and very sexy."

Sture coughed again.

"Let's take the lift to the roof garden," the man said. "My assistant will
help us with the lighting up there." They were soon in the sunshine at the
top of the building. "Please meet Lucien!" A young man with a James Dean
look and outfit stepped forward to greet them.

"We'll start in the hammock, Sture. Just make yourself comfortable. Change
positions, show us your face." Mr Gerrard shot his pictures, and the
assistant helped the lighting with a huge mirror-like screen.

"It's summer colours up here, Sture. You mind if I ask you to take off your
t-shirt? I would like to see your tanned summer skin. You Scandinavians are
so pale but get the Mediterranean tan very fast." Mr Gerrard grinned when
he saw Jamie adjusting the tent in the front of his trousers.

Jamie needed to correct his little stiffy. He found the situation very
erotic. His boyfriend was stripping in front of this photographer, who then
used his hands to move the model into different positions. Sture ended up
lying relaxed with his hands behind his neck, showing his smooth armpits,
his muscular pecs and his erect nipples. Jamie whistled. Sture smiled and
the situation became more relaxed.

"Thank you, Sture. Thank you for the photos. I will send you copies when I
have developed them. And a fee too if I sell them to a magazine." Monsieur
Gerrard looked at Jamie and winked as he added. "I hope you will like the
photos too." Jamie who just smiled.

Lucien helped Sture out of the hammock. Jamie watched the young assistant's
hand caressing Sture's naked back from his neck down to his
waistline. Jamie felt a sudden pang of jealousy. The young man was not used
to seeing his boyfriend touched by other men.

A question from Monsieur Gerrard changed the situation. "Have you ever
modelled, Jamie? It could be interesting to take some pictures of you as
well." The man had already lifted his camera again.

"Aye, I modelled for a teen fashion collection in Nice once and it was
fun!" Jamie grinned. He started to remove his shirt without being
asked. "You want me in the hammock too?"

"Maybe we can take some pictures by the pool over there," Mr Gerrard
pointed at a small decorative pool in the background. "Very bright over
here. Don't think we need extra light now, Lucien." Mr Gerrard checked with
his light meter.

Jamie was a born model. He took the hints from the photographer without
hesitation. He played with the camera and he played with the onlookers, but
most of all he played with himself.

"I'm sorry you didn't bring a bathing suit young man." Monsieur Gerrard
looked at Sture when he added, "His body is very well proportioned."

In five seconds Jamie had stripped off his shoes, his socks and his
trousers. He was suddenly dressed only in tiny white bikini briefs. "You
want me in the water, sir?" He was about to enter the pool.

Mr Gerrard shot a lot of pictures of the young Jamie, in and around the
pool, a pool that was little more than a `mirror'. But Jamie managed to get
wet. His bikini went see-through and his small erection was very visible,
pointing upwards as always.

Jamie put his fingers inside the narrow waistband and showed off even more
tanned skin. "You have no tan lines, young man," Mr Gerard said. "Nice!"

"I live naked in the summer holidays." Jamie grinned. "No need for clothes
where I live. Maybe you would like to check?" The boy turned around and
pulled the underwear down below his round tanned buttocks.

"Jamie, please don't!" Sture interfered.

A smiling Jamie turned around and walked out of the pool, splashing like a
kid.

"Fine. Good job!" Mr Gerrard lowered the camera. "Lucien, why don't you
take Sture to the auditorium and show him the multi-language set-up. I'll
show Jamie here the French movie poster collection in the archive; the best
in the world. We will meet you in the bar in half an hour."

Sture hesitated but went out in front of the assistant. Jamie saw that
Lucien's hand was once again stroking Sture's back.

Mr Gerrard found a towel for Jamie and helped him to get dry. "Your
underwear is still a bit wet." The man said.  He used the towel to dry
Jamie's back and front. Jamie had his arms above his neck and with closed
eyes and a full erection he let the man dry him.

"I think I prefer to take off the wet gear," Jamie whispered.

"Okay, you get dressed and I'll find a plastic bag for your wet underwear."
The man dropped the towel and went away.

Jamie felt a bit disappointed at the man's departure, but stripped and
towelled his wet cock and balls, prepared for going home commando. It was
not only water which had made the youngster wet. The boy was horny and he
was sure Mr Gerrard had been horny too. A short time later he made a move.

"Why didn't you want to see me naked, sir?" Jamie was very close to the
photographer in the archive room in the basement. He had just been guided
through a treasured collection of movie posters. "I wanted to strip for you
and I'm still hard."

Mr Gerrard swallowed. His voice was unclear. "I couldn't, son. I
couldn't. Too open up there. And your boyfriend is nearby. He is your
boyfriend, isn't he?" He found himself almost stammering.

"He is, the cutest in the world!" Jamie smiled. "You like him too, don't
you? And I could see Lucien liked him also."

"Lucien was the one that arranged the setup in the roof-garden. He was
upset after seeing my photos of Sture from Nice. He was also the one that
wanted him shirtless. But don't be afraid. He's my boy you see, very
reliable." Mr Gerrard was about to bring the visit to an end.

"You can see me naked now if you want to. Please undress me, sir." Jamie
put his small hand on the top of Monsieur Gerrard's hairy fist.

Monsieur Gerrard looked at his watch, swallowed, then lifted Jamie and
placed him on a stool. Jamie was naked in seconds. His 4 inch (10 cm) proud
cock was showing a naked cockhead and when Jamie pushed his hips forward,
two drops of clear liquid bubbled from his piss-slit.

The famous photographer was caught in Jamie's trap. Without hesitation he
took the youngster's cock in his mouth, sucked it and licked it. He put his
hands on the round buttocks and with tears in his eyes he played with the
rock-hard little cock and balls.

For the first time Jamie touched the man's head. With two hands he pulled
the man close, very close, then he erupted. He spunked without warning. He
filled Monsieur Gerrard's mouth with his white boy-cream. He pumped and
pumped. The grown-up man had trouble but he swallowed the youngster's seed
and didn't spill a drop.

Without a word Mr Gerrard dressed Jamie and lifted him down from the stool.
"I hope you liked the posters," Mr Gerrard said with a smile. "Please don't
forget to thank your uncle for the wine. I look forward to tasting it
tonight. And tell him that I would love to visit your vineyard when I next
come to this area."

Jamie saw the man's bulging erection inside his trousers. The man did
nothing to hide the fact that he was horny. For once Jamie thought it was
best not to comment.

***


"That was a cool visit." Jamie took Sture's hand when they were halfway
down the stairs.

"Yes, fantastic," Sture answered. He winked at his boyfriend. "Did you get
what you wanted?"

"Aye, I fucked his mouth, all the way. And what about you? Did that Lucien
get his fingers inside your beautiful arse?" Jamie gave Sture's bum a pat.

"Lucien was very nice to me but I'm all yours, you know. No French garcons
for me. But he will help me to get a summer job in The Institute next
summer if you still want me down here." Sture squeezed Jamie's hand. With
the other he waved to his brother who was waiting for them, sitting on the
low wall surrounding the famous Cannes' posing beach.



To be continued