Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2000 17:49:46 -0000
From: Charles Bryant <Emenos@btinternet.com>
Subject: uncle-jules-8

UNCLE JULES - 8

I had agreed to meet Aris at the small hall at 9.30am. We had arranged
matters so that no one suspected that we were not attending school in the
normal way. I will not say how we did this because I do not wish to give
anything away. Suffice it to say that we had paid accomplices - they
shared a fiver between them which me and Aris thought was very
generous of us.

Early morning is not the most romantic of times, but I wasn't
complaining. I had my tube of lube and my rubbers in a side pocket of my
school bag. I had absolutely no idea what the day would hold for me, nor
did I want to know. It was just to be one enormous lark.

Only trouble was, it was damned cold.

There was Aris with a long mac over his school uniform, just jumping off
the bus as I came along the road.

"Thanks mate!" he called out to the bus driver, with whom he had no
doubt been chatting.

"My pleasure son," the man called back as he rumbled away.

Aris turned round and saw me and smiled. When I was alongside him he
said, "Hullo Chas. Do you feel as nervous as me?"

That was honest of him, but he was like that. And I didn't feel nervous at
all, rather on top of the world.

The little hall was set back in the grounds of a park. Harris got out the
keys after looking round and checking that we were not seen. He winked
at me and said, "My mate told me to be discrete."

We went in and he locked the door behind us. The place was lit by
windows half way up the walls so that no one could see in. It seemed
eerily quiet since whenever I had been here previously it had been full of
a couple of dozen noisy young men and some of their girlfriends.

I looked at Aris and he looked at me. There was doubt in his eyes and on
his lips. I said, "Alone at last."

He laughed at this and then the smile froze on his lips. He looked
vulnerable. "Cheer up mate," I said, putting my arms around him. "Mmm,
good," I added. "Aftershave."

He continued to stare at me in a bemused way so I just kissed him. Call
me a tart if you like! His lips were cold but the kiss was hot. Then his
arms were around me too and we swayed together for a while, getting
hard of course. Two schoolboys, would you believe it! I had that thing
about time again, time and eternity. As if some extra-terrestrial creature
were reaching out towards me, some huge and strange presence. As if I
were being watched. There was a big old clock with a loud and slow tick
in the hall and from one second to the next the feeling grew.

I shuddered.

"Fuck!" said Aris. "It is cold. Let's go into the little office."

There was a door at one end of the hall and Aris unlocked this and held it
open for me, patting my arse as I went in. The room was about four
metres square with one high window. There was a desk and an old metal
fireplace with an electric fire which Aris switched on. We pulled the big
and saggy sofa up closer to the fire, threw our bags on the floor, hung our
coats on the door and sat down to get warm. We sat side by side and close
together.

I kept remembering what Aris had said about not falling in love.

He said, "The hall will warm up a bit once the sun is shining through the
windows. Then I can show you a few things. It's a bit kinky Chas, but it
would be nice to try on the leotards. I know you have never worn one, but
I am dying to see you in it."

He reached for his bag and got out two silky garments, I think the
material is called lycra, it's shiny and it stretches.

I could hear the blood beating in my ears, singing along the electric wire.
The creature was in that room, watching all we did. Harrison handed me a
black leotard. His was more brightly coloured.

"Is this all?" I asked, since it seemed so skimpy. There was hardly
enough of it to cover my chest as I held it against me.

"It hides all the important bits," he smiled. "All the sexy bits. And with
your great figure you will look dead gorgeous. Come on, put it on."

He stood watching as I got undressed. I don't think we had ever before
seen each other totally naked. When my hard dick came out of my pants
he reached for it with his cool hand. He began to rub it gently, leaning
forward with his forehead against mine, looking down at my cock. I
pushed his trousers down and got his cock out. His was hard too and I
pulled it through the slit in his pants. I pulled his balls out too so that hard
cock and balls stuck through his pants. He was still wearing his shirt and
jacket and it was so sexy. My pants were stretched taut across my thighs
and the only other things I had on were my socks.

Our lips came together, then our cocks. Silence seemed to engulf the
universe. I could feel his heart beating through his shirt. His big meaty
cock felt so good against mine. "Tell me what to do," he said softly,
offering himself.

I pushed my hands and forearms up under the tail of his shirt and felt his
waist and back. Then I pressed my hands against his warm buns and
made him shiver. He stood waiting, and I looked into his eyes close up,
foreheads still touching, so that I could see my own reflection. He stared
back at me. Here was the mirror and the twin, mirror facing mirror. The
second world behind the mirror that I was always trying to reach.
Wonderland for Alice and for me. But why was I always on this side?
Why couldn't I pass through the mirror as in that wonderful sequence
from one of Cocteau's films?

It was so strange (and so much in life is strange) that Aris now seemed to
be a different person from before. I had thought of him as masculine and
forthright. Now he was revealing his feminine and softer side. I liked it. I
liked the feeling that I might be able to do whatever I wanted with this
new person. I had never felt this way with Gervase. I had treated Gervase
as if he were a precious object liable to smash. Harrison was made of
stronger stuff and would withstand a few buffets.

Gervase looked and acted as though suited for a feminine role, although
when it came to it he cried off. Harrison looked and acted like a purely
masculine creature, so perhaps by this weird new logic it meant that he
would be only too willing to act out a feminine sexual role. I found the
apprehension of this fact a great aphrodisiac. I somewhat roughly pushed
him back against the sofa. He lay there looking up at me, shirt and tie
disarranged, the two leotards in his hand, pants pushed down on his
thighs. His eyes were bright and he was smiling. His cock was swollen
and throbbing with blood. He reached his hand up to stroke me. Then he
half sat up and began to kiss my cock, lick it, suck the head. Why did I
find it so incredibly sexy to see his shirt cuff half covering the hand with
which he stroked me? Complete nudity would not have been so
satisfying.

And the glance he threw upwards towards me from time to time as he
sucked and licked was so piercing. And the great feel of his shaved neck
against my hands as I pulled him towards me. And the short hair of his
head that I kept rubbing as he pleasured me.

Now the sun was beaming through the window and it grew warmer. I was
near to coming and I pushed his head away. He looked up at me
questioningly.

"Not yet, Aris. Let's not come yet. Remember what you want me to do."

"Yes, master!" He jumped up laughing. "Now put on the leotard."

I left my socks on but discarded my pants. He held the black leotard open
for me to put my feet and legs into it and he gave my cock a short suck as
he did so. It was like a shot of electricity in its unexpected pleasure and I
very nearly came at once, right into his soft warm mouth. I stretched my
arms as high above my head as they would go and while I stood like this
he pulled the garment up over my thighs and cock and arse. The material
felt good against my skin, hugging and carressing and holding my
erection firm.

Now he lifted the two straps over my shoulders. The way they brushed
against my nipples gave me a wonderful tingle in my two love buds and
they stood to attention, apeing my cock.

Aris stood back to admire his work. "You look great Chas. Don't let
anyone else see you like this or they will all want a piece of the action."

"Even Vaz?" I asked, somewhat bitterly.

"Vaz is a dopey sod who doesn't know what's good for him."

Regret washed over me with a small shiver from the grave of dead hope.

I undid Aris' tie and began to unbutton his shirt. With half the buttons
undone, I pushed the shirt back over his shoulders. He looked at me, half
laughter, half sorrow, depraved and innocent at the same time. The white
linen of his shirt was under his nipples and when I bent to lick his buds I
made his shirt wet with my mouth. Amazingly sexy, half shirt and half
nipple. I ran my tongue up the line between his pecs until I was licking
his adam's apple which bobbed as I sucked. His neck was surprisingly
thick-set for a young guy but his gaze was all schoolboy. Our foreheads
touched, my hands upon his shoulders.

"I want you," he said in a small voice.

I said "I am here."

He held his arms up while I undid the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt.
This too seemed the most amazingly arousing gesture in the world and I
kissed his wrists and the palms of his hands. He was looking at me
fixedly now and it was like a sacrament, a holy service. Here was the
Lamb of God, taking away the sorrows and sins of the world. What sins?
The sin of coldness and reserve. The great sin of lack of love and charity.
The sin which blinds us to beauty and meaning. The sin of over-
cautiousness. This pavilion seemed like a church, the sun streaming down
from the high windows, the slow ticking of the clock and its slight echo
from behind us.

I took off his shirt and tie and laid them on top of his school jacket over
the back of the sofa. He supported himself against me while with one
hand he removed his underwear and flung it onto the rest of his clothing.
He half turned to look directly again into my face, tenderness and concern
and vulnerability in his glance. His cock stood out from his balls, it was
not one of those that becomes vertical when its owner is aroused. It was
cut and perfectly shaped and without blemish. I pulled him towards me
until his cock was between my thighs just under my balls. It felt really
good.

He laughed and said, "I thought you were going to fuck me?"

"Only if you want me to darling."

"I want you to Chas."

He said my name in a way unique to himself, lingering over the long S
sound. It was the shape of his mouth that gave peculiar distinction to the
common consonant. I kept telling myself that I would not fall in love with
him, but the battle was half lost already.

The creature who watched was joined by another entity, one that blessed.

"Are you going to put your leotard on?"

"He-he, yes. Actually they are usually called singlets, but a sexy garment
by any other name."

I took the garment from him and held it open with my hands for him to
step into it. Then, as he had done with me, I bent forward to suck his
upright cock. His hand was on my back to steady himself. His cock was
so beautiful, the look and the feel of it. Waves of desire kept running
through my body. I looked up at him helplessly. He had his eyes closed
and was leaning back.

I straightened up and pulled his naked body against me. "Fuck, Aris, I
don't think I can hold it back much longer. You're really turning me on."

Some birds were chirping loudly in the roof.

He nodded, almost solemnly. "I know. Me too. Let's do it."

"I can't fuck you now Aris. I'm too eager. It will spoil it."

"Let's just do it. Anyway at all."

He laid himself along the sofa and I lay down beside him. He pulled the
singlet off me. We were both naked, cock to cock, pushing, pressing. His
skin felt so good to the touch. It was useless to try to exercise control, we
were both mad for it. We interlocked our thighs and arms and just went
for it, squeezing and rubbing, losing all possession of ourselves. Our
thighs and pelvises just went jacking mad and we went at it so hard I
don't know who came first, but it was such a release, almost like the end
of a session of torture. Just had to cum and cum, no choice, no thoughts,
just ramming and cumming. Blessed release and relief, sperm all over our
bellies, mouths softly locked together, moaning and sighing.

He was smiling again, like a male Mona Lisa. He said, "That was terrific.
Did you and Gervase do a lot of this?"

Again the enquiring mind. "Yeah. But that was all we did."

"I have a confession."

I looked at him, my hand rubbing the short hair on his head, wondering
what was to come. "Go on then," I said a little wearily, dreading
something I didn't want to hear.

"I have been fibbing to you a bit. Promise you won't get mad?"

"I'll try not." I half expected him to say that he had been shagging
Gervase behind my back for the last few months.

He kissed me, then said "I never did like Vaz very much. It was you I was
after. But I didn't think you would fancy me so I pretended to fancy Vaz.
Just to give me an excuse to talk to you."

I looked at him in disbelief. I had no immediate response. I think I said
something like "Oh..."

He became a bit wheedly (which is to say he began to wheedle!). You
notice these things when you have just come your lot. He said, "I know
you don't fancy me as much as you fancy Vaz, but I'm glad we made it
this far."

"But you have other friends too, it's not as though I'm your one and
only."

His eyelids fluttered and he looked away. I began to understand that
Harrison too had depths I had never suspected. I wondered if I were not
after all a very dim person. I surprised myself by beginning to feel
something like irritation which began to build towards annoyance, as if he
had lied to me outright, which of course he had.

He began to play with my nipple, which felt nice even in my post-
orgasmic state, but I pushed his hand away. He wasn't having any of this
and he pushed me backwards and held me down, our cold and sticky
cummy bellies together. I struggled a bit but he was strong and I gave up.
He had my arms pinned back behind my head in what I imagined to be
some clever wrestling lockhold. He was looking down at me and yes, he
was attractive. And yes, even though he was attractive, I was still
annoyed.

He was a bit rough and said, "I won't let you go until you say it's all right
between us."

I started to say "Don't be." I was about to add, echoing Vaz, "stupid"
but Aris put his open mouth against mine and gently bit my tongue.

Again I could hear the sparrows cheeping in the roof, a hollow sound
between those high walls. And again the presences drew near. Who or
what they were I had no idea, I merely felt them watching us intently. I
waited for Aris to release my tongue. Somehow I wanted to end this
ridiculous charade. But another part of me was curious.

I said "Let's forget it mate."

"No," he said, still not releasing me. "Let's not forget it."

I wasn't even sure we were talking about the same thing. Sometimes
language is such a clumsy tool.

We were glued together with drying cum and Aris was no lightweight. It
seemed that now he had taken on the masculine role and was playing the
hard man. Even though I had just come I felt ready for more - and more
and more. It was then I realised (what some people I guess never
discover) that sex is much more intense if you are not madly in love with
the other person. I think I remember reading some Latin author who said
the same thing. But then the Romans were pretty hard bastards.

"It's all right Aris, I'm not mad. At least, not that mad."

He was still on top of me and still kissing me. He seemed to be enjoying
it. "Say you forgive me, or I'll hurt you some more." He was only half
smiling and I could now clearly see that there were many hidden depths
to this guy. It was exciting.

I didn't say anything. I just leaned forward and kissed his arm. It tasted
salty. I kissed it again and then began to lick it slowly, in a circle. He
released me slightly with the pleasure I gave him and I leaned forward
more and kissed his chest. Suddenly he caved in and laid down beside me
with a sigh of contentment. His arm was under my shoulders and I lay
back staring up at the dirty old roof, a spiders' playground. He was
staring at me, the way I used to stare at Vaz, and I knew exactly how he
felt. It was no surprise that both our cocks were again hard.

I said "Let's not try to come again just yet. Let's rest for a while and then
you can show me how to wrestle."

"You're a natural," he said.

"A natural what?"

"I meant wrestler. But natural fucking horny bastard too."

"So tell me Aris, or don't tell me if you prefer not. You have had other
lovers? Girls as well as boys?"

Now I looked at him directly. There was something just a shade shifty in
his gaze, but it didn't bother me. He was resting on his elbow, his other
hand on my chest. He said, "You know Michael, the guy who runs the
wrestling club?"

I did. He was an older guy. I didn't know how old but he had grown up
children of his own. He had to be at least 40. I could guess what was
coming.

"Michael has taken a lot of interest in me, helped me along with the
wrestling. He fancies me - sexually, I mean."

"And you fancy him?"

"Not like I do you. But when you're feeling sex-starved you have to do
something about it. Right?"

I agreed with him.

"Well, Michael loves me to fuck him, so I do."

"I see. So you're not the novice you pretended to be?"

"Well, I ain't exactly an expert. I just shoves it in and away I go. But
Michael seems to enjoy it." He looked at me more intensely and said,
"You don't think I'm a sicko?"

"If you're sick Harrison, so am I."

This appealed to him after he had thought about it for a while. "You're
right!" he almost shouted. "And I guess that makes things all right
between us after all."

In this excess of paliness, I told him about Uncle Jules - which in
retrospect was almost unfaithful and certainly inadvisable, but honestly
Jules (if you ever read this) I was only trying to even things up between
Aris and me.

"So does Michael fuck you too?"

"He has tried a couple of times, but no go. Anyway," (putting his hand on
my hard cock) "I wanna be fucked by you, by you and nobody else but
you."

"And women? Or girls?"

"Yep. Had a few of them too."

"Which do you prefer?"

"You."

"Harrison, my feelings for you.Well, it's basically sex. I like you a lot
and you're certainly a great looking guy. But I don't want you to think
that I am in love with you like I was with Vaz."

"So what about your uncle? Did you love him?"

That was a poser. (And now I definitely hope that Jules never does read
this, he might be shocked.) Did I love Jules? Do I love Jules now? And of
course another question - what does the word 'love' signify? Aris was
certainly no idiot - he was in fact a lot brighter than Vaz even though his
grades were not up to much. But I mean bright in a living way not in the
matter of school exercises. Why had I felt that I was in love with Vaz? It
was as if I had determined to be in love with him, come Hell or high
water.

"Well, I certainly needed him, and he me."

And as I said that and as the unseen presences grew closer to watch and
listen I thought I saw a ray of light when I realised that Vaz had probably
not really needed me as I did him. Perhaps that was what love was all
about - being incomplete or lacking in some way and needing another
person to help fill one out, round one out: make one whole.

We lay there in silence for quite a long while, listening to the sparrows
and each others heart beat. We had a lot to think about. It seemed that
Aris was going to talk his way into my affections. I was frankly very
puzzled. No way was I going to not have some sort of relationship with
this great guy, I was sure about that. And why try to dissect and make
sense of things all the time? It could be a weariness.

I tapped his naked thigh. "Come on mate. Let's get our fancy dress on
and you can show me a few holds."

Now at last he got into his singlet. The effect was stunning. He looked
great nude but he looked greater wearing that fantastic garment.

"Why the stars and stripes?" I asked.

"Imported from America," he explained.

"Not very patriotic of you."

"I couldn't find one with a Union Jack on!"


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