Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2000 18:45:57 +0100 From: Chas Bryant Subject: Re: uncle-jules-3 UNCLE JULES - 3 I lay on top of Nick in that abandoned cathedral of a barn, the last ebbings of my spunk oozing into his neat hole. He was still. The storm was still rumbling away overhead but in the intervals we could hear only the soft murmur of the wind in the roof, the rustling and patter of the vegetation, and our own breathing. We disengaged and he came lazily and sleepily into my arms. He sat back against the bench, his shirt and waistcoat half off one shoulder, the two soft mounds of his chest making the most delicious curves. I couldn't help kissing them again while my wet cock slackened against his. "Mmmmmmmm.." he said. "The after-sex feeling, it's so good." His hands were on my shoulders, his grey eyes hypnotising me. The thong was around his left ankle. He looked at it and smiled. I had my hands on his smooth hips and I could feel his pelvis. I rubbed my slackening cock slowly against his belly, not wanting to let him go. Then my mobile began to ring, that stupid Mozart tune that is beginning to get on my nerves, but I can't be bothered to change it and I can't find the book of instructions anyway. I found the mobile in the pocket of my shorts on the floor. It was my mother, wondering where I was. I said the dog had run off and it had taken me hours to find him. This was a stupid excuse because Ovo hardly ever misbehaved, I don't like disobedient dogs. Ovo was looking at me as I spoke, a little indignantly I thought. I said I'd be home soon. The telephone had broken the mood. Everything looked a little jaded now as it sometimes does after sex. Our lips met again, one last long kiss. Then we started to dress, which in my case was a matter of moments seeing I had only my shorts and tee. I noticed that Nick was brushing at his clothes with his hands as if he were a little irritated by the mess. I guessed he was probably quite fastidious in the wardrobe department, not at all like me. "I'd better be on my way also," he said. "See if my dog has got home yet." He looked at Ovo who sat up and licked his lips. "Wish mine was as good as yours. How do you do it?" "It comes naturally," I smiled, not altogether referring to the dog. "You bet!" said Nick, looking at me all over as if trying to memorise my stats so that he should know me if he ever saw me again. My stomach began to rumble, I felt cold and hungry. "I'm going to run back home," I said, "get up some heat." I turned and made my way to the door. I wasn't going to say goodbye and I wasn't going to ask to meet him again. I was going to play this one cool, not like with Uncle Jules. Anyway, we both lived on the common and were bound to meet again. "See you Chas!" said Nick, brushing the last of the dust from his grey suit. He obviously felt the same as me about this. "And thanks." I took the plank away from the door and squeezed out into the cool fresh air and got soaked by the wet vegetation brushing against me. I feared for Nick's clothes in these conditions. "Come on you thick bastard!" I said to Ovo and we began to run together once we were out in the open. My dog loves to run with me, he's a speed merchant. My feet were soaked by the wet grass, but as I ran I grew more and more exhilarated and the sad post-copulation mood sailed away in the air that rushed over and past my body and was left behind. It's like sex is such a terrific high but when you have come your load you start again at the bottom of the hill. For some reason I had suddenly run half way up the slope and now felt good again, mounting towards the crest. My balls started to tingle, like they were once more starting to fill with cum and the sweet juice was filling my body with its warm anticipatory glow. A thought crossed my mind, but I let it pass on and away. Then it came again, and again I dismissed it. But it just kept on returning until it filled my consciousness with a sense of danger and my body with a shiver of delight. Anyway, I was on the right path and I could see the public toilet up ahead, the cottage in the woods. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was the right time too. Between 5 and 6, Nick had said, when the men were starting to come home from work. Just out of curiosity, nothing more. I slowed down to a walk to get my breath back. I stood under a tree just to get the lie of the land. There was a bloke approaching from the opposite direction. Youngish bloke, looked like he might be foreign, dark skin, had a nice way of walking, briefcase in hand. Must have just got off the London train. I wondered.. Yes, he turned quickly up the path to the loo after looking in either direction. Of course, he might be just going in there for a pee. I tied Ovo's lead to a branch and waited for a bit. Five minutes passed. If he was having a pee, it was taking a long time. I told Ovo to wait and then I too walked quickly towards the loo, keeping my eyes open for any movement around me. I felt scared and also very excited, a bit trembly. This was crazy, but I just wanted to know how things were. It was a dark and smelly little place, dark like the barn I had just had sex in. The water in the cistern was going drip drip drip like it had been doing it since the beginning of the world. I shivered with excitement, although nothing had yet happened. It was just the possibility. There were two stalls and one old porcelain urinal with three places. But it seemed empty. Where had the dark-skinned guy gone to? The smell of disinfectant and stale piss and decay and damp was oddly stimulating - very oddly. I heard a movement to one side. The guy was standing in the dark place between the door and the wall of the stall. His briefcase was on the window ledge, making the place even darker than normal. He stared through me as if I were not there. It was as if he was a zombie just waiting to be switched on. But I noticed he had his hand in his pocket. He was good-looking too, great swept-back haircut, black hair and eyes, about the same age as Jules, but not so athletic. (Just for pure body, Jules was the best.) Blue two piece suit, blue tie. I stood there for a while not knowing what to do or not to do. I had had sex already but now appetite was returning, appetite which feeds on excitement. Nick had said to be careful. The hint of danger was a stimulant. I went and stood in one of the old urinals and got my cock out. It was already half hard. I looked back at the guy. He wasn't even watching and I felt disappointed. I pissed and then took a long time shaking off the drops. After that I just stood there, cock in hand, looking up at the ceiling, waiting to see if anything would happen. After a while I could hear a small regular sound. Looking round I saw the guy was wanking his cock through his trouser pocket. I could see the movement of his arm against the shining white of his shirt. Through the smell of the loo I could also now smell the sweeter scent of aftershave. He smelled good. He looked good. I was like a kid wanting a toy from the store, not willing to go away until I had tried it out. My cock was rock hard again and growing in my hand. I half turned toward him so that he could see my equipment and he stared like hell, the first sign of interest he had given. His dark eyes glowed in that dark place, the smell of aftershave grew stronger as he got more excited. He undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie. I turned round to face him completely, slowly stroking my cock. He didn't look at my face, just my cock and his own hand was slowly massaging his equipment in his pocket and I began to wonder if he was ever going to whip it out for my inspection. I got impatient and went and stood next to him and put my hand over his own hand inside his pocket, stroking him as he stroked his meat. Finally he lifted his eyes and looked at me. He was stunning, what a beauty, black eyes like Uncle Jules at his passionate best. He took his hand out of his pocket, but I left mine in there. It was so sexy to stroke him through the material. He put his newly released hand on my cock and started to stroke it slowly. I was staring entranced at his mouth while we felt each other. He had full red lips and a neat chin with sign of some black stubble forming since his last shave. Now he was looking at my lips too and our breathing was slow and deep as our lips parted and met, open mouth against open mouth, just a touch of wet tongue. As I kissed him, I unzipped him and he made no protest. His cock and balls sprang out of his pants and made a perfect lovely shape, the balls bunched up against his clothing but the long hard rod stood red, proud and uncut in my hand. I pulled my shorts down and pressed my cock and balls against his. Just then I heard Ovo barking outside and a short while after another guy came into the loo. Me and the first guy sprang apart and tried to make ourselves respectable. It was impossible the second guy hadn't seen us. The first guy put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "It's OK, he's gay. I've seen him here before." We both looked toward the new arrival who stood pissing with his legs wide apart. The piss came out like someone had turned the tap on very fast, reminding me of our garden hose. He was certainly well built and his muscle was so heavy it was obvious he was on steroids and worked out a lot. He was dressed in a very tight white tee and white slacks that showed off all his best features. His shoulders were half as wide again as his waist. The arse was awesome, packing out the stretched white material of his slacks, and his thighs filled the trouser legs and his calves had a beautiful curve. He was a good six inches taller than me and my friend. The great piece of meat he held in his hand was as juicy as a Cumberland sausage. By this time I had a sense of unreality that bordered on a state of ecstacy. The whole afternoon had been so weird and unexpected. It felt like I was living through a long lucid dream, real and yet not real. First Nick, then the guy in the blue suit, and now the muscle Mary. This was gay holy communion, the rites of our own especial church, adoration of the meat and semen. Muscle Mary all in white, I would go up and worship at that blessed shrine. I started to giggle out loud. Muscle Mary turned round and gave me a big grin and a wink. Blue Suit put his hand upon my arse. It felt nice. Mary was shaking off the last of her large yellow drops. I felt an irrational urge to suck that precious liquid from the big meaty cock. Drip drip drip went the cistern as I watched the drip drip of his piss. It was a world of water, and all the dripping leaves outside were one with us in here. My thoughts too were like water, running in strange new channels of their own. "Hope I didn't interrupt you two," said Mary. I was amazed at how high- pitched her voice was, coming from that big steroid inflated chest, really quite a squeaky voice. I blushed and hid my face in Blue Suit's shoulder and he put his other arm round my neck and drew me closer. Now it seemed as if something clicked in my brain and time began to slow down or was altogether suspended. I thought of Jules and wondered what he was doing at this moment. Dear beloved comfortable Uncle Jules in the peace and security and sexual haven of our upstairs rooms, compared with the danger and uncertainty of my present situation. Yet I had to realise that the vulnerability was what made it so very very exciting. Mary left the pissoir and came strolling over towards me and Blue Suit, his big meaty cock hanging out of his white slacks. He had the rolling gait of a muscle-bound stud and he was smiling all over his face. He stood looking at us with his hands on his hips, and the liquid flow of the curves of his beautiful body was enough to make you cry in adoration. I loved art, and this was living art. I loved Michelangelo, and this was one of his languid boys brought to life, stepped right down off the Sistine ceiling. Now he folded his massive arms over his chest and stood looking at us with an amused smile on his face. His big meaty cock was starting to rise and thicken. I pulled Blue Suit's hard cock out of his trousers and began to rub my own against his. Mary in the white slacks and tight tee moved a step closer and it was as if her body was charged with static electricity and as if it fanned out in waves that rippled all over my skin and made my hair stand on end and my spine vibrate and tingle. But it wasn't me that he touched first but Blue Suit. His big meaty paw started carressing Blue Suit's slender sexy thighs. Blue Suit's cock grew in my hand and he backed up against Mary who began to stroke his suited thighs and hips with both of his hairy hands. Those same hands began to pull at Blue Suit's belt and Blue Suit leaned back with face and neck arched upwards into that luscious white padding of taut muscle. When Blue Suit's trousers dropped I pulled down my shorts and pressed myself right up against him, wanting to share the ecstacy of the two men. I was even bold enough to reach around Blue Suit's writhing body and to pull Mary's tee out of her trousers and slowly push it up over her swelling pecs. The tits were awesome, each one a good inch across of dark meat and my fingertips nuzzled the hard nipples. Mary gave a rather high- pitched groan, more like the beginnings of a shriek. She liked tit action I could tell. My cock was rubbing aginst Blue Suit's erect member and sometimes pushing into his ballsac and between his twisting thighs. He bent down for two purposes, one, to suck my cock with his wet mouth, and two, so that Mary could push her hard meat into his swivelling eager arse. Mary spat on her big hands and got lubed with her own juice and spit. She looked at me and winked again as she pushed her cock deep into Blue Suit's fundament. Blue Suit's ensuing groans made him breathe heavily against my cock and balls from his open mouth and the hair around my pubes was blown in a sexy manner. Blue Suit hung onto my waist as the shaft sunk deeper into his manhole. I was only hoping he wouldn't bite my dick off in his excitement. We started to get a nice motion going, the stud pushing from behind so that Blue Suit's wet open mouth was pushed against my cock and my cock deeper into that twatty orifice. Mary was staring hard at me from her big brown eyes and put out one of her paws to stroke my tits and I did the same for her/him. Blue Suit acted as our sexual seesaw and we started to ride him with abandon. As the action got hotter I threw my tee off hoping my shoulders didn't look too pitiful next to Mary's wonderful development. Mary and I pulled each others tits but as we all neared our climax he placed his hands firmly on my shoulders and I placed mine on his, gripping each other painfully hard until we were locked like muscular scaffolding with our sex slut serving us both at the same time. Mary's thighs and mine pushed the wet sexmad body to and fro between us and Blue Suit was blowing me like a hot suction pump and wanking himself at the same time. We were all three in a hot lather, sweating and stinking together and by this time we were all making a lot of noise and the sound echoed off the white tiled walls. It was a dangerous and stupid situation to be in, I was aware of all that even while I saw everything through a red sex mist, but I couldn't stop now and neither could they. I was dimly aware of Ovo howling outside. I could see Mary's face start to get very tight as he neared his climax and his grip on my shoulders was quite painful. Knowing he was about to cum brought me right to the edge too and I waited for him. I suddenly without thinking pinched both his gorgeous tits very hard. That did it, he started pumping out of control, his big wet mouth wide open sucking in air. Blue Suit's face was bobbing frantically against my engorged and tight equipment as he took a terrific ramming and suddenly Mary shot her wad with a bit of a scream and my cum jerked into the wet mouth and throat below which started to swallow like a plunger sucking at a sink. Not to be outdone, Blue Suit, with cum pumping into both ends, pulled his cock in a last frenzied yanking wank and let forth hot streaming gobs of cum some of which fell onto my trainers. The spasms seemed to last forever. Sighing and shivering I stared straight into Mary's dark brown eyes as if they would swallow me up. A sudden smile widened across her previously stern face and I felt myself melting, dripping, subsiding into peace. I leaned forward across Blue Suit and let my mouth be engulfed by Mary's own wide open mouth. We disengaged and Blue Suit surfaced somewhat breathlessly to join us in a three-way hug and snog. Blue Suit's hair, so thick and deeply black, was hardly ruffled. A kissing threesome was new to me and it nearly blew my mind all over again, but just then Ovo started determinedly barking. "My dog.." I said weakly and smiled at my companions. I was suddenly aware how late it must be and what questions awaited me when I got home. But I didn't want to leave them, especially since they were now deep in each others arms again. I waved goodbye, but they were hardly aware of my going. Then again, I would probably meet them again. It seemed that I had been living next to a gay cruising ground for most of my life, blissfully (or miserably) unaware that what I wanted was there for the taking. Or was that not a blessing? Think of all the trouble I could have got myself into by now! Ovo nearly ate me up with love at our reunion. He's a sweet dog. Christ! What a day this had been! I was on the top of a wave now and there was only one way to go - down. But for the moment I enjoyed the dizzy sense of height and complete freedom, all the chains of my previous existence having dropped away. I was a man now, and a man of experience. I had done things most other guys never dreamed of at my age. When I got home the expected interrogation never took place since Mum and Dad had had to go out. I fixed myself a really mega sandwich and drank a litre of fruit juice. Ovo was starving too and ate his bowl of meat in around 5 seconds flat. I stripped off and had a long and very hot shower but damn me if I didn't get hard again thinking of the three hot studs that had cum my way in the course of this amazing afternoon. * In case anyone should think I am a complete whore with no thought in my brain than getting off all the time, I have to say that this was a pretty intense time in my life from an intellectual angle also. My English teacher, Mr Moore, had taken a shine to me because English had always been one of my best subjects. We became friends and not only did he talk to me about English, he also shared his very deep thoughts on the subject of Buddhism. He gave me a book to read, an old paperback by Christmas Humphreys, who apparently had been a judge and had formed the Buddhist Society in England. Mr Moore, in his youth, had been an enthusiastic member. This book was like a description of the various Buddhist schools and the basic tenets of the faith. I had been brought up in the Church of England. My family weren't ardent churchgoers but took place in some of the social life, and of course I went to Sunday school and joined the Scouts, and all the rest of it. I even sang in the choir when I was small since I had a fairly good voice. But the Church of England, for me, had no magic, it was more like people went through dull routines of worship and singing every Sunday more from a sense of obligation than anything else. It was as much (or more) of a social ritual than a religious one. I am afraid our Church has become over rational and over secularized. But as soon as I picked up that book by Christmas Humphreys I found what I had been looking for, or something very near to it. I began to try my hand at meditation with Mr Moore as my guru to a certain extent. It was a hundred times more engrossing than saying your prayers. But I don't want to compile a treatise on my dawning Buddhist realisations, such is not the nature of this particular writing. It has a bearing inasmuch as the day after the sexually exciting one I have just described was one of especially deep meditations for me. I don't mean sitting still meditation but the meditation that accompanies everyday life and everyday activities. (Mr Moore had particularly stressed that there are many forms of meditation and that sitting still in the lotus position is not necessarily suited to everyone and not necessarily the best.) I was at school that day and involved in the usual round of lectures interspersed with the inane activities of any organised group of people. I was as usual irritated by the latter - why is it that schools do so little teaching compared with so much disorganised hanging about? Going from this place to that, up and down stairs, dressing and undressing, eating meals, playing games, standing impatiently by while some idiot blathers on about what he does in his private life. Anyway, since this is more a record of my sexual awakenings than anything else, I will resist the temptation to stand on a soapbox as the phrase is. The previous day had been extrordinary, huge new vistas had opened before me. I now saw that sex was more than an affair between uncles and nephews, however delicious that might be. I have to admit that for all the intensity of my meditation that day I was walking about with a hard on for most of the time. This was part of the wonder of it, the meditation of the hardon, the meditation of memory, the meditation of looking forward to more of the same. I had only to remember the curving beauty of Muscle Mary's body, that extrordinary work of living art, and immediately was wrapt up into awareness of a sort different from any other. It was as if the physical and the mystical were intimately associated. Gone were all those ridiculous discriminations between the real and the unreal. Another thing. Up to now I had been mostly aware of the beauty of the developed male body, that's to say guys older than me. But now, looking all about me, I was aware of the beauty of the young bodies that shared my space. This was new. It was as if the sex of yesterday had made me open my eyes wide and see what I had missed before. Also, with me, it's always the challenge of the new. Something different, something fresh. I could never be with the same person for years and years. In history class I always sat next to a young anglo-indian guy called Gervase. It wasn't that we had chosen deliberately to sit with each other, just that the history teacher decreed that we sit in alphabetical order. It was obviously done to stop people chatting and larking about with their best friends. It so happened that there was a double history lesson on the day after my escapades on the common. Gervase sat there as usual paying careful attention to what the teacher said and taking copious notes, a thing I despised. He was a very studious boy and struck me as a bit of an earnest prig. He was also startlingly good looking, but not in a particularly masculine way. I suppose pretty is the word nearest it, but if I say he was not terribly masculine I don't mean to infer that he looked feminine, because he didn't, he just looked a very handsome young boy. Young boy, that's it. He was not so developed as most of the class, being small and slim to boniness. No sign of a beard yet, perfectly smooth ivory- coloured skin. I was staring at him again, wondering if 'ivory-coloured' was the right word. I thought it probably was. He took his eyes off the teacher for a moment and turned to look me straight in the face. I blushed. He watched me blushing, curious about the reaction he had caused. Then he turned back to the teacher. He could be quite cutting when you spoke to him. Everyone said he had a chip on his shoulder, and I think he did. He had certainly never encouraged any friendly overtures from me. But I liked that, I liked the fact that he seemed to be a fairly cool person. Ever since I had got into my Buddhist phase, I was fascinated by all things Oriental. I asked Gervase if he was a Buddhist. (Well, you never knew!) He looked me straight in the eye and said, with an impassive countenance, "Don't be stupid. I'm Catholic." So, that was me told. But to return to that day. Although he had made me blush I still continued to watch him closely. He was immaculately turned out in school uniform and the black blazer really brought out his beauty. Yes, I decided, he certainly had beauty. His thick black hair (me and black hair!) was parted in the middle and emphasised the absolute symmetry of his face. His lips were full, his eyes large and also black with beautifully curved lids. In profile, he resembled the gold mask of Tutankhamun. Straight on, his eyes had the look of one of the lovelier Leonardo faces. His head sat upon his neck like a flower upon its stalk. The face was surprisingly full for such a slim young body. His wrist was so bony that he wore his wristwatch like a bracelet and was continually flicking it back up his arm after it had slipped down on his hand. I kept wondering how it would feel to put my arm around his thin shoulders, turn his exquisite face toward me and kiss those full soft lips. The thought was making me hard. I squeezed my engorged cock once or twice - God, it felt so good, and I only wished it was his hand on me. If he had noticed my action (he often looked at people out of the corner of his eye) he ignored it. Perhaps I had better explain that we sat on very old double desks, the seat of which was one long plank. I was sitting against the wall and Gervase was on the aisle. When old Coggswell, the history teacher, was in full flow he would get off his seat and walk up and down the aisle. I waited until he was standing just behind us and, pretending to be watching him closely, I put my arm along the back of the seat rest so that it was more or less around Gervase's shoulders and, in turning to look up at Coggswell, made sure that my thigh was pushed up against Gervase's thigh. My face was almost touching his and he smelled so good. I could feel the bone of his knee digging into my own more meaty knee muscle. When Coggswell went back to his desk, I remained with my body pushed against Gervase's. I even flexed my thighs open as Uncle Jules used to do with me when we were sitting together on the sofa watching TV. I was very pleased to notice that Gervase made no attempt to move away. Also, I could see that he was looking at my boner out of the corner of his eye. All too soon the lesson was finished and I had to wait quite a while for my hardon to subside. Gervase got up and walked away without a word. That night when I went to bed I did my lying down meditation, which means simply that you lie comfortably in bed and just allow your body to relax completely. It's a great sensation. You also relax your mind at the same time as your body. But you keep awake and aware. Some people use an image or a sentence to keep concentrated; some just concentrate on their breathing, aware of the breath going into their lungs, and then out. What I did was just to think of Gervase's profile. Funnily enough, my cock was the only part of my body that I couldn't make relax. Any comments welcome at charbry@supanet.com Many thanks to those kind friends who already wrote me.