Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2010 17:50:17 -0500 From: Chad K Subject: jeremy and uncle chris part 2 Jeremy and Uncle Chris II kwikie@live.com It was hot! It was one of the last afternoon games the team would play at home until it started to cool off in September. The sun was hot, almost brutal. There was enough of a breeze coming over the top of the ballpark to make it tolerable. But it was the company that made it so much fun. Uncle Chris was able to go to a game with somebody who would really appreciate it, who was so excited to just be there. And somebody he could spoil, and treat himself to some of that spoiling too. He and Jeremy started with hotdogs, the good big kind with just the right amounts of yellow mustard and relish. And the souvenir cup collection started with cokes, with plenty of ice. Nachos would follow. Chris thought that they could share the big tub mounded with chips, orange cheese, jalapenos, onions, olives, sour cream, and salsa. Jeremy wondered why his uncle didn't want any since he didn't buy himself any. He would share, some. Jeremy couldn't wait too much longer, he had to get the ice cream in the mini batting helmets. He had seen them on the dressers and shelves of his friends back home and they seemed like a great souvenir of the game. And it wasn't bad chocolate ice cream either. As fast as Jeremy was eating it, the heat was causing it to melt. That was just so much better, like a milkshake to slurp after the ice cream. And while one helmet full was great, a second one in the 7th inning would just complete the meal, well with some real ballpark peanuts lasting most of the day. Jeremy had been taking in the sights, excited to be in a real major league stadium. While he wasn't quiet to start with, by the 3rd inning, he was cranked up and barely stopped talking to take a breath, drink his coke, or take a bite from his snack. Uncle Chris laughed several times, enjoying seeing the enthusiasm in Jeremy. Chris had two cups of coke at any time. The kept a cup on each knee, and hoped that would provide some cooling. He would take a big chunk of ice and place it on his neck or face. When he put a chunk on Jeremy's neck, Jeremy didn't shiver or move, just sighed at the relief. Every time it looked like Jeremy was slowing down, a little ice on his neck would revitalize him. Chris just couldn't help himself. As Jeremy was leaning forward, a gap in his shorts opened up. Chris could see right down his butt crack and it was just screaming for ice. And Chris obliged. A big long chunk of ice slipped right on in. Jeremy straightened up, and ooohhhed. But he didn't protest, nor pull it out, he just squirmed a little to get the most effective position and looked at his uncle and gave a devilish grin. They both thought this was truly a wonderful day. After they made it back to the car, other than complaining about the steering wheel was too hot to touch and that the seats were scorching their legs, the ride home was quiet. It was just a shame that the game had to end. Jeremy was thinking about how great it would be to live like this, getting to go to games, enjoying his uncles company, just allowed to have fun, get loud and cheer. But he was also thinking that it would soon end. He didn't want to leave his uncle. It was just too good with him. He didn't want to think about it but he couldn't help it. And he sure didn't want to cry but he could feel a tightness in his jaw and his eyes were getting wet. At least the sweat on his face was hiding any tears that might actually come out of eyes. He wiped the sweat, and possible tears, from his face using his shirt. When the Max AC hit his belly, he shivered. He held his shirt up to get all the cold he could. He didn't even realize that his nipples got as hard as they did or that his uncle would have even noticed such a thing. Uncle Chris was quiet as he drove. He would look over at Jeremy several times. He thought about how good looking the kid really was. He saw a lot of the features his wife had. His smile and eyes came from his mother. Chris loved it when he could get his wife to smile big, her eyes would just sparkle. It seemed that Chris' eyes sparkled all the time. And Chris seemed to smile a lot. At least since the first couple of days after they came to stay and visit. He was such a handsome boy. The smooth youthful skin was just fantastic, with a few blemishes that happen when the hormones start to boil over. Chris knew that Jeremy had combed his hair sometime, but it just didn't seem to matter. It always looked like he ran into a wind storm. Even with the newly acquired baseball cap, the curls and flips coming out of the cap were as random as could be. Chris smiled at the smudge of ice cream on Jeremy's cheek. And he saw the stain of yellow mustard on Jeremy's fingers. He dare not tell Jeremy that it was there or suggest that he wipe it off. That was just not cool. Chris had to suppress the urge to lick his thumb and wipe away the ice cream, that would have thrown Jeremy into the category of a little kid. It wasn't really the looking that was keeping Chris quiet, he was thinking as well. All the thoughts about how much fun he had that day, and seeing Jeremy enjoying it all. All the pleasure he had from during the week that Jeremy and his mother and sisters had been there. He thought about how much he really missed not having a son of his own. It didn't occur to him when his girls were born that there wasn't an opportunity to have a son. The years went by, and it just didn't happen. He let himself think about what he missed but he also felt guilty for those thoughts. He loved his girls and wouldn't trade them for anything, but he was imagining have a boy in the family. His teenaged girls had long given up the notion that they had a father, it wasn't anything to do with him. It was just at some age, kids find it embarrassing for others to know that they have parents. Even the girls' mom was being shunned some, although she had been one of their best friends as they grew up. That in itself, put a distance between Chris and the girls, as well as Chris and his wife. He thought it was a good thing for all of them, even if it left him lonely at times. Chris's thoughts were almost fantasies of what could have been and could be if he had Jeremy as a son. Sure the baseball game was great, but he thought about how much more they would enjoy the football season. That would be during the school year and Chris would love to help Jeremy with homework and projects. Chris wouldn't do the entire project like some parents did for their kids, like his girls' mom. And in the spring and summer, there was fishing and boating. And they could swim in the lake. And Chris thought about seeing Jeremy in just his swimsuit, and he shook his head to clear the thought about how he would like to see Jeremy that close to being naked. And with fishing, they could camp out. A good tent would be needed. And in that tent, Chris thought about Jeremy in his underwear and naked and he thought about how he would like to see him like that. The thought lasted longer when he looked over at Jeremy holding his shirt up and seeing his beautiful body and hard nipples. Chris had to tell himself to stop thinking about it. It wasn't the hard nipples that was bothering Jeremy. It was the hard thing in his shorts. It seemed like no matter what he did lately, his wiener, or dick, would get hard. He wasn't doing anything that would make it that way, it just did it all by itself. And sometimes, and more times than not, it got so hard that he had to do something to it. It helped when he would push it back, like into his body. Or push it down. It was one thing when he was in his room or by himself and he could push on it a whole lot, but when it would happen in school, or at the store, or like right then when other people were around. He had to hide the push. He would just take his thumb and push as the rest of his hand waved over the top of his pants. Or he would watch for a chance and push on his dick fast about 4 or 5 times in a row and nobody would notice. Jeremy knew that getting a hard dick wasn't weird or bad like getting a disease, but he wished he knew why he would get hard when he didn't want to. That hard dick did not go unnoticed by Uncle Chris. He thought it may have just been the way the fabric of his shorts tented up but when he saw Jeremy push it down and it sprang up hard and fast, he knew it was a full blown boner. Chris did imagine how it looked pressing against his shorts. And he was thinking how he would look standing with his boner. Chris told himself that he better quit thinking that way. He then thought that he really should hurry home, so that Jeremy could run to the bathroom and get some relief. Chris felt like he was doing Jeremy a good thing, even as he smiled and enjoyed knowing that Jeremy was feeling the strain of a throbbing boner. He didn't stop thinking about it, this time. When they got home, the girls were ready to eat. It was nice that they waited for the boys to get back home before ordering the pizza. It might have been nicer if any of them had gone to pick it up, especially since Chris couldn't eat any, he was still full from the ballpark. It was worth going when he saw the smile on Jeremy's face when he said he could go with him to pick it up. Jeremy told all about his day at the ballpark. His sisters and cousins really didn't care and would even talk over him about some meaningless drivel. His mother yawned a couple of times. His aunt did ask some good questions that allowed Jeremy to detail so many good things of the day. When the pizza was just a bunch of crust in greasy boxes, Jeremy settled down next to his uncle on the couch. His sisters and cousins were out, probably antagonizing a group of boys. His mother was on the phone in the other room with his father and several of the people she worked with. Jeremy and Chris were watching the game highlights on TV and hoping to catch a glimpse of themselves in the stands. Chris was rubbing Jeremy's back through his shirt. Chris really enjoyed the soft cotton and the warm body underneath. It was a few minutes later that Chris moved his hand under Jeremy's shirt. Jeremy's skin was soft and silky, to Chris it was a very sensual experience, not even sexual. It was a great calming feeling. Chris would rub on a muscle and feel it relax and become loose. Then move to another spot, and work that muscle. It was as if Jeremy was slowly melting into the couch. Jeremy leaned against Chris, putting his head on Chris' shoulder. He quit talking and was just enjoying how good it felt to get his back scratched and rubbed. It felt great to have a hand touching him, it was warm and tingly. And it felt great to lean on his uncle. He had grown to love the cologne his uncle wore. He even liked it better when the cologne mixed with the sweat from the hot summer day. He thought how great it would be if his uncle would just wrap him up in both arms and just hold him and let him fall asleep like that. It would be even better if they both had their shirts off. And how cool would it be if they were both naked and he could push his hard wiener – he meant dick, against his uncle's body. His aunt looked on as Jeremy snuggled up against Chris. She told Chris, "It looks like you have a real buddy." And she smiled to see how cute Jeremy looked and how contented Chris looked. They both looked worn out, sundrenched, and sweaty. She thought about how those two had bonded in this short visit. About that time, as Jeremy knew that he couldn't stay awake much longer, he turned toward his uncle and hid his hard dick. It didn't exactly hide the fact that he was hard. Chris wasn't really surprised and was sure that Jeremy was pressing his boner into hip. With Jeremy falling asleep, it gave Chris a chance to reach down and rearrange his own boner to get it out of the bind in his underwear. As Jeremy's aunt got up to join her sister and finish off the wine they opened with the pizza, Chris' hand continued the slow gentle moves on Jeremy's back. Since his wife couldn't see, he let his hand slide down to Jeremy's butt. He wondered how Jeremy could sit on something so skinny. Chris' hand brushed over the top of Jeremy's shorts, he stopped to put a finger or two in the gap right above Jeremy's crack. He thought about dropping the ice down there that afternoon. Chris looked down at Jeremy. His shirt was wet from the drool coming out of Jeremy's mouth. That and the complete relaxation of every muscle on Jeremy told Chris that he was deeply asleep. Chris hadn't touched a boy's bare butt since he slept over at Billy Ray's house, back when he was 11 years old. Now he had a huge desire to do it, and an opportunity. He could feel his heart racing, he almost had to think about breathing. He slid his hand with greater than expected ease inside of Jeremy's shorts and underwear. Paying attention to Jeremy's breathing, he slowing moved his hand down his nephew's butt crack. His fingers surfing shallow in the crack. He had to get a full hand of butt. It seemed that his hand was just the right size for Jeremy's butt. Even the roundness of Jeremy's butt seemed natural to the curve of his hand. As Chris rubbed the butt, he felt his dick twitch a few times. I he knew when he reached in, he would find a nice little load of precum. Chris went back to Jeremy's butt crack. His fingers went in deeply, he was surprised to find it so much hotter and wetter deep in the crack. The sweat from the hot day was all still there. Chris dared to take his hand out and gave it sniff. There really wasn't a bad odor, just the hot musky scent. His hand went back in the underwear and right back in Jeremy's crack. This time, he worked his fingers to spread the boy's cheeks and go deeper in search of his hole. He knew he had reached Jeremy's hole when he felt the soft warm pucker, and when Jeremy moaned just a little in his sleep. He didn't dare do much more than press lightly on the boy's hole. He did enjoy the reactions Jeremy had, little contractions and little twitches. He was thinking if there was a way that he could possibly slide his hand down the front of Jeremy's underwear. He might have done it if his wife and sister-in-law hadn't returned to the room. Jeremy's mother looked over and was disappointed in her son that he had messed up his uncle's shirt by drooling all over it. She also apologized that Jeremy was laying on top of Chris. She told Chris to just throw him to the other side of the couch and to not let Jeremy bother him. It was anything but a bother. It was such a pleasant thing to feel Jeremy's body against him. Even without sneaking a hand down Jeremy's underwear, it was great. He even felt more of a bonding, knowing that they both had boners as they cuddled. It bothered Chris that a mother would consider it such a bother to have her son lean on him. It was such a pleasant sensual experience, including the scent of a sweaty boy. Both of the women suggested that it was time for the men to take showers and head for bed. Chris was still sniffing his fingers that had found their way to Jeremy's hole. He was sure that was not what the women were smelling but couldn't argue that he and Jeremy weren't ripe. It took a few more suggestions before Chris decided it was time to get cleaned up. Jeremy was dazed as Chris nudged him awake. He wiped his mouth and looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was and what was going on. While still not completely aware of the situation, Jeremy did get up from the couch and was lead down the hall towards the bathroom. And his mother noticed the tent in Jeremy's shorts caused by his erect penis. She sighed almost inaudibly as she wished he would do better at controlling himself. Jeremy went down the hall with a single eye open, and that one only occasionally to check the progress of the walls coming closer to him. Chris placed his hand in the middle of Jeremy's back and tried to lead him to the shower. It was going to be easier for Jeremy to use the master bath, besides his daughter was complaining about how messy Jeremy was in her bathroom. The truth was that is was hard to aim correctly when trying to pee with a hard dick. Jeremy leaned against the sink counter as Chris started the shower and waited for it to get warm. He was starting to wake up but he was enjoying just drifting in place. Chris told him to start getting undressed. The socks and the shirt came off quickly, it took a little longer for the shorts and underwear to hit the floor. Jeremy was quite relieved, his dick wasn't completely hard but it was just hard enough to show that he wasn't small. It was like he did in the showers after football practice. If he just pulled off his jock, his dick was so small. So he would pull on it as he stood back up from pulling his jock off. And he saw just about every boy do the same thing. He was thinking that it would be real cool right then to take a shower with his uncle. It was like a guy thing. He took showers with all his football team, and it would be a fun thing to do. Besides, he could see his uncle's dick. Jeremy stood there naked, not hiding a thing. If it had been one week earlier, he would have put a towel around him before ever pulling his shorts off. Now he felt so comfortable that it was easy to stand naked with his uncle. And his uncle was grateful. Chris was talking quietly about the game and how much he enjoyed the day and how much he really enjoyed having Jeremy with him. And all the time, Chris was admiring Jeremy's form. Long and lithe, smooth but well defined muscles, such little fat that the ribs and hipbones on Jeremy's frame could be seen. Chris tried not to let his eyes remain on Jeremy's dick but it was a gorgeous dick. A well formed pink head, and a shaft with a few veins visible hung pointed slightly out from his body. There were pubes, a thin set ran along the top of his dick, not nearly a bush. Chris thought it was cute the way the pubes ran down the creases between his dick and legs. And Jeremy's balls hung low between his legs, each ball could be seen hanging in his sac. His right ball hanging lower than the left. It was only a few minutes but it was the longest Chris had allowed himself to study another's dick and balls, at least since he was a kid. When Chris finally checked the temperature of shower, he said it was ready for Jeremy. Jeremy was about to step in when he asked Chris to do his back. Jeremy wanted more of the touching that he was enjoying earlier that evening. Chris jokingly said, "I'll do yours if you'll do mine." And when Jeremy readily agreed, Chris thought that it might be too much fun to pass up. The only thing was, he was boned up. He thought about it for a second but then stripped off. Jeremy's eyes were already focused on Chris crotch before the shorts ever started coming off. He expected to see a small dick that was all smashed up against Chris' body. Then he wanted to see Chris pull on it, like he was in the locker room. Instead, he was a little surprised to see a hard dick. And Jeremy was relieved, he wasn't the only one to get a hard dick for no reason. Chris slid in behind Jeremy. They both let the shower get them wet completely. Chris grabbed the soap but Jeremy handed him the shampoo. Chris took his time rubbing the shampoo around. It was a great feeling shampooing the boy's hair but it was the feeling of his boner rubbing against the back and butt of Jeremy's wet and silky body. Chris wasn't sure if Jeremy even knew the effect Jeremy was having on him. When Chris looked over Jeremy's shoulder, he was sure that he was having an effect on Jeremy, judging from the way his boner was twitching with his heartbeat. Chris knew right then and there that he was going to take it as far as Jeremy would let him. When the shampoo was washed out of Jeremy's hair, Chris got another handful of shampoo and closed his eyes as he asked Jeremy, "Do you want me to do the rest of your hair?" All Jeremy could answer with was "Huh?" They repeated the question and answer two more times before Chris demonstrated which hair he was talking about. When Chris hand touched Jeremy's pubes, and a lot of boner with it, they both jumped. Jeremy started to giggle and stand on his toes. But he didn't want to get out of the way. Chris felt like his heart skipped a beat or two. He really thought that Jeremy would jump out of the way and he would just act like he was kidding, like it was a big joke. Chris was absolutely thrilled that Jeremy didn't fight or slink away. He wasn't about to stop now. The only thought running through Jeremy's head was that he was hoping that his uncle Chris would start pushing on his hard dick. He thought it would be so great for somebody besides himself to push on his hard dick. Instead of just rubbing his belly, he wanted Chris to push on his dick, even rubbing it would be good. Other than his football physical, nobody touched his dick, well not since Sarah Jane touched his wiener when they got naked in the sleeping bag back in the 3rd grade. Jeremy was wishing so much that Chris would push on his dick that he didn't even feel Chris' dick pressing and rubbing against his butt and back. It was the best that Chris had felt in years. He was about to bust, he felt as horny as he ever had. The smooth firm skin of Jeremy's butt and back was truly wonderful against his dick and balls. He felt like he was teasing Jeremy by rubbing his pubes and he knew he was going to grab his dick. He had to feel those balls too. Everything that Chris was thinking seemed so right. He slipped his hand under Jeremy's balls and Jeremy's legs almost went out from underneath him. Jeremy was making a deep, throaty sound, almost purring as his balls were being caressed. He spread his legs as much as he could to give his uncle as much access as he could. Spreading his legs made it tough for Chris to keep his dick pressing on Jeremy's butt. Then Chris made the move that would change Jeremy's life from there on. He worked his hand around Jeremy's dick. The skin was just as smooth as it could possibly be but underneath it was truly as hard as a rock. Chris pulled on it a little, played with the head, and just loved how it felt. He whispered to Jeremy, "Do you want me to do it for you?" Jeremy truly had no idea what Chris meant by "it" but what ever it was, he wanted to do it. And Chris started slowly to stroke Jeremy's dick. Jeremy was so happy that Chris was finally pushing on his dick, and the sliding the other way wasn't too bad at all. And it was getting better as it went. Chris got them where he was leaning against the wall of the shower. Jeremy was firmly planted against Chris's dick. As Chris got faster and harder with the stroking, it also made Jeremy's butt move up and down on his own dick. Chris was worried that he might even shoot before Jeremy did. Jeremy had never shot. He knew something about sperm but sure wasn't clear about the mode of transmission and how it was made. He heard a lot of things from his friends and the other boys in school and he acted like he knew what they were talking about. But he really didn't. He didn't understand why his dick got hard so much. He did know that it had to get hard to do the thing with the girl to make babies. But that was going to change. Jeremy started getting a feeling of urgency between his legs. He thought it was leading up to peeing, but he didn't want to pee yet, it was just feeling too good. He discovered that he could make it feel even better when he squeezed his butt tight. And it made him realize that his uncle Chris' boner was pressing in his butt crack. He tried to squeeze his butt cheeks together to act like he was squeezing Chris' dick like his was being squeezed. But Jeremy got to that point where every thought and feeling was focused on his dick and balls. He had a feeling like he never had before. He knew something was about to happen. Then he felt out of control. He grabbed Chris' arm. He tried to make a sentence but words were hard enough. He didn't want Chris to stop, but he also worried that he better stop or something was really going to happen. He growled as he tried to stop it but when he had to take a breath, it all went. It was like all the middle of his body was pumping, and it was all coming out of his hard dick. He opened his eyes and looked down and he saw something shoot out of his dick. And again and again. Jeremy knew it wasn't anything bad, as good as it felt, it was a great thing. Then, Jeremy got more sensitive than he had ever been. It was like the most intense tickling he ever had inflicted on him. Telling Chris to quit didn't work and it was really involuntary when he doubled over and grabbed Chris' arm with both hands. His feet were even off the floor. Chris understood and talked Jeremy into easing up and getting back on his feet. Jeremy was amazed and in a state of euphoria. He turned and leaned against the corner of the shower. He listened to Chris as he asked if he liked that and did it feel good. All Jeremy could do was nod and smile. He watched as Chris slowly moved his hand back and forth on his dick. Then Chris told him that he had to get off too. Jeremy was amazed as Chris rubbed and stroked his dick and then made faces and grunted and out came ropes of white stuff. He could tell it made Chris feel almost as good as what he felt. They smiled at each other. Chris motioned for Jeremy to come to him. Chris surrounded Jeremy and held him close. Jeremy's heart was still pounding, and Chris enjoyed feeling that. Chris was feeling so good, his dick was long and limp but when he looked down at Jeremy, he saw that his nephew was still hard. He asked Jeremy if that felt good, Jeremy nodded. He asked Jeremy if it felt better when he does it to himself. And when Jeremy said that he had never done it before, Chris looked at him and said "We got to talk." Please let me know if this is any good. Or if I should continue. It easy enough to email me at kwikie@live.com Thanks