Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2004 00:01:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: closethecellardoor@yahoo.com
Subject: Evil is a Man:   Blood In Blood Out  chapter 2

I felt like I was being broken down by desire for Syd.  I was the horniest
that I had ever been in my life.  Even when Syd was at work the next day I
was he never left my mind.  When I was in his room I looked at his rumpled
sheets and I wanted to strip naked and wrap myself inside.  I saw his pile
of dirty clothes with his underwear on top and I wanted to pick it up and
dtick it on my face.  I felt like I was losing my self-control with every
passing day, and I had always prided myself on self-control.

And it only got worse that night.  We ended up watching another movie
together.  I had already showered and was waiting for him in just my shorts
on the couch.  I was excruciatingly nervous.  I reminded myself that there
was no need to be--this was not some guy that I was on a date with, this
was my closest family friend, someone who would never even think about
engaging in anything sexual with me.  I took a deep breath and calmed down.

He came out after showering wearing just his boxer shorts.  At least before
he had a tank-top on.

"I'm ready, fire it up," he said, sitting down on the opposite side of the
couch as me.  "Let's lie down like before, okay?"

"Sure," I said, although I was anything but sure.

This time Syd got in position first; he put his head on my pillow at his
end of the couch, and stretched out on his side with his back against the
back of the couch.  Then I stretched out, my head on the opposite armrest,
my back against his calves and feet, and feet ending up somewhere by his
neck.  At least this way I didn't have to worry about him feeling my
hard-on, since I was in front this time.  I leaned back into the crook of
his strong legs.  He put his hand on my ankle and started rubbing me
absentmindedly.

This position wasn't actually very comfortable for me because the armrest
my head was resting on was wooden and cold.  I kept trying to hold my head
up with my hand.

He must have seen me like this because he said, "I'm such a jerk.  Here
I've stolen your pillow and you lie there completely miserable."

"I'm not miserable--"

"No, I won't hear it.  There's enough room on this pillow for both of us,
here, lean forward."

I leaned forward, and he got up behind me and turned himself completely
around.

"Lift up your head."

I did, and he slipped the pillow under it.  Then he lay back down with his
head behind me on the pillow, and his body stretched out right behind me.

"Can you see the TV like this?" I asked.

"Um, move your shoulder a bit."  He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed
it down, but kept his hand there.  "There."

His warm hand resting on my shoulder was fantastic.  Unfortunately, I was
at the edge of the couch, so I really wasn't touching him that much.  As
the minutes wore on, I slowly started to lean back, until eventually I was
lying completely against him.  I could feel the hairs on his chest against
my back, and his arm was over my tricep, causing his armpit hair to tickle
my shoulder.  His legs rubbed against my legs as he moved occasionally, and
his crotch was sort of spooning my ass.  I got hard again, but the room was
so dark I knew he couldn't see anything, and in this position he couldn't
feel anything either.  I wished then that I would feel some response from
him, as hopeless as I knew it was.  I wished for him to become hard, to
start poking my ass, but he didn't.  Because, unlike me, he didn't consider
this in any way sexual.

By the time the movie ended, he had fallen asleep.  His arm was completely
draped over me, and his face was pressed against my neck.  I could feel his
warm breath leave his mouth.  I wanted to stay like that forever, knowing
that he wouldn't wake up until I did the honor.

But my sensibility got the best of me.  I nudged his arm gently and said,
"Syd, it's over."

He woke up and started to stretch.  I got up, and after a second, he got up
too.

"I wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow," he said.  "I want to hang
out here with you."

"I'll see you after work," I said.

"Goodnight kiddo."

He left me alone and the couch felt so empty without him.  I sighed, and
went to sleep.

*****

That day I went out looking for stores; I wanted to buy Syd a Christmas
present.  I had already bought my brother a video game for Christmas, and
my mom a nice sweater, both of which I had already shipped home.  I still
had some leftover money, and I figured I was saving money by staying here
for free with Syd, so I could afford a respectable present for him.

I drove around, but couldn't find any decent stores to shop at.  Every
place I visited seemed like a tourist trap kind of place, and I couldn't
find anything that seemed appropriate for Syd.

I gave up after a while and when I came home Syd's car was in the driveway.
When I went inside, Syd was in his work clothes, rushing around the house.

"Hey Jakey," he said.  "I've got a date tonight.  We'll be going out to
dinner and then to a bar, so I won't be home until late."

"Sounds like fun," I said, but really I felt let down.  I was hoping to
spend time with him.

"Here's the good news--I worked hard so I could get the next two days off.
I'm planning to spend every second of them with you, as long as you don't
have anything better to do."

"Aweseome."  I was stoked.

"I ordered a pizza for you.  There's money on the table."

"Oh, thanks a lot, Syd."

"Shit I'm late.  I still need to shower."

He rushed into his bedroom.

"Syd, could I ask you some questions about the area?"

"Yeah, kiddo, just come in, I'm in a rush."

I pushed his door open but didn't see anyone.

"Syd?"

"I'm in the bathroom."

The bathroom door was ajar, so I peaked inside.  Syd had taken his shirt
off, unbuckled his belt, and removed his socks.  As I came in, his back was
to me, and he pushed his pants down to his ankles, and his boxer-briefs
with them.  For the second time I got a beautiful view of his bare ass.

"Oh, sorry," I said, embarrassed as I stepped out of the bathroom.  He must
have wanted me to talk with him from the bedroom.

"Don't be ridiculous, Jake, I'm getting in the shower, I won't be able to
hear you from out there!  You're too polite, get in here."

With trepidation I stepped back into the bathroom.  He was completely nude,
his back to me as he started the shower.  My eyes immediately went to his
ass.  He turned his head to face me.

"That's better.  I mean, I've seen you naked; really it's no big deal.
We're just guys."  I figured he meant that because we were both
heterosexual males, there was no point in being modest.  If he only knew.

He stepped into the shower, his huge dick weaving and bobbing as he did so,
and stood under the water.  I looked at his balls; they were very large and
hung low, getting lower as the hot water started hitting them.

I figured I should start talking.  "I wanted to do some shopping today, but
couldn't find any decent stores."

He turned to face me as he started lathering his right armpit, flexing his
arms as he did so.  "What was wrong with them?"  He lathered up his huge
pecs, those abs, down into his trimmed bush, and into his dick and balls.

I caught myself looking at his dick as he massaged the soap into it, and
locked eyes with him.  Did he notice me looking?  "They were all souvenir
shops.  I want to go to real, normal shops."

"What are you wanting to buy?" he asked as he started washing his hair.

I had to think of something.  "I need some more clothes."

"You're welcome to use any of my clothes you need, Jakey."  He was soaping
up his left armpit now.  His left arm looked even more muscular as he held
it up, flexed.

"You and I aren't exactly the same size."

"No, I guess not."  He started soaping up his ass crack now, rubbing fast.
"Tell me which direction you went today."

As I relayed to him where I went, he finished his lightening fast shower
and started to towel himself off.  He wiped off his dick and balls last,
then tossed me his towel.

"Could you hang that up, please?" he asked.  I wanted to hang up the towel
he was just rubbing his dick on over my head.  Instead I put it on the
towel rack behind me.  He wiped the steam off the mirror and started to
lather up his shaving cream.  "You need to go south, that's where all the
shopping is."  He started to give me directions as he shaved.  I noticed
that the sink counter only reached his upper thighs, which meant his dick
and balls were sort of resting on the counter, sprawled out to his left, as
if they were displayed on a platter for me.  "Look, kiddo, if you just wait
until tomorrow, I can take you there personally."

"No, I'd rather do it tonight.  Thanks."

I was getting hard again, so I slipped out of the room.  A few minutes
later he came out dressed in blue jeans with an ample buckle, a tucked in
red shirt, and his boots and hat.  He vaguely smelled of cologne.

"How do I look?" he asked.

"Very good."

"See?  I can clean myself up when I want to.  Wish me luck."  He left the
house.

The pizza came soon after that, and when I had finished eating, I went back
to my quest of finding a present for Syd, this time with directions.  I
found the shops easily.  I bought Syd a nice pair of hiking boots, because
his old ones were worn beyond belief.  I left the store with a sense of
accomplishment.  I decided to walk from there to an ice-cream parlor I saw
a couple of blocks away and treated myself to some rocky road.

As I was walking back down the street towards my car, I heard a noise
behind me.  I turned, but no one was there.  In fact, the street was empty
except for me.  I resumed walking, and again heard a sound, like the quick
shuffle of feet.  I looked around, but there was nothing.

By this time I was creeped out.  I walked faster.

When I got to my car, I fumbled in my pocket for my keys.  Out of the
corner of my eye, I thought I saw a person moving between two cars a ways
ahead of me.  When I looked up, there was no one.

I got in the car and locked my doors.  I drove off quickly, even though my
rationality quickly assured me that I was just imagining things.
Unfamiliar places always seem a little creepy at night, I thought.

When I got home I got ready for bed and read for a while in my sleeping bag
on the couch.  I fell asleep before Syd returned.

At around one I woke up when I heard a car drive into the driveway, but it
didn't sound like Syd's truck.  At first I thought it might be Syd's date,
coming over for the night and beating him to the house.  But then I heard a
door open while the car was still running, footsteps, and then another door
opening.

A man's voice said, "Let me help you, sir."

And then Syd's voice, "Thank you."

Worried, I jumped up and ran out of the hose in just my shorts.  The cold
hit me right away, and then I saw that the car was a cab, and the driver
was supporting Syd and was walking towards me.

"Uncle Syd, you okay?" I asked.

"He's way passed drunk," said the driver.

"I'll take him," I said.  I grabbed Syd's arm and put it over my shoulder.
He was still walking, although not too well.

"Jakey..." he said, then trailed off.

I smiled at the driver.  "Sorry about this."

"No problem, he's a nice guy.  Tipped well."

The cab driver drove off as I dragged him inside and set him on the couch.
I took his hat off and put it aside.

"Fun night, Syd?" I asked as I saw him come around a bit.

He looked at me intensely for a second, and then leaned in and hugged me
tight.  "I'm sorry, Jakey.  I've let you down."  He was slurring badly.
"After everything with your dad."

"Syd, I don't care.  My dad hit us when he was drunk, you wouldn't do
that."

"I'd never do that, ever," he said, sticking his face into my bare chest.
He started to pass out, I think, and then he caught himself.  "Could you
help me to bed, Jake?"

"Of course."

I lifted him off the couch and pulled him into his bedroom, his feet half
stumbling, half dragging along with me.  I put him on his bed, and he fell
back into it immediately.  I took off his boots, then started unbuttoning
his shirt.  He was bare-chested underneath, and I loved unbuttoning lower
and lower until I was able to spread his shirt wide open and pull it off.
I wasn't sure about his jeans.

"Syd, do you want your jeans off?"

"Yeah, they're the good ones," he managed to say.

I unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his fly and zipped the zipper
down.  I started pulling his pants down, but in the process his boxers
slipped down as well.  When I took his pants off completely, his boxers
were hanging just so the base of his dick and his pubes were visible.  I
grabbed the sides of them, and slipped them back on, rubbing my hands
slowly up his bare hips as I did so.  I figured then I might as well take
off his socks, so I did.  I was a little sad when I finished undressing
him.

I started to put his covers over him when he stirred again.  "Jake, I gotta
piss bad."

Uncertain, I answered, "Okay," and sat him upright.  I pulled him up off
the bed, and once again supported his arm, with my arm around his bare
back.  I could feel his back muscles flex and release as we moved.  The
skin on the side of his torso rubbed against my skin, and I could feel his
armpit hair tickling the back of my neck.

When we got to the toilet, I put up the seat, and supported him.  He
fumbled for the fly of his boxers, but couldn't get his hand in.

"Help," he said, shutting his eyes and putting more weight on me.

It would be my guilty pleasure, I thought.  I was holding him up with my
left arm, so with my right hand, I reached around to his boxers, and
hesitated.  Gathering my resolve, I stuck my hand into the fly, and
immediately met the base of his soft, massive dick, surrounded by scratchy
pubic hairs.  I slowly slid my hand down his veiny shaft, until I reached
the head, which I cupped with my hand, and pulled upwards, and out through
the fly.  I aimed his dick at the toilet.

"Go ahead," I said.

Without opening his eyes, he started to piss.  I could feel the current
running inside his dick in my hand, and was careful not to miss-aim.  The
piss smelled strongly of alcohol.

He opened his eyes briefly, and looked at me.  "You're the best, kiddo," he
said, and twisted slightly so he could hug me, his palm running down from
my shoulder and stopping on my nipple.  I had to adjust quickly to make
sure not to spill.  Needless to say I was tenting my shorts, but I knew he
was too messed up to notice.

After he finished, I shook him off several times for good measure, then
gently placed his dick back through his fly.  When I removed my hand from
it, I was sad not to have its touch.

I led Syd back into bed and put his covers over him.

"Goodnight, Syd," I said, but there was no response.  He was out cold.

When I got back into my sleeping bag, my hard-on was still there.  I
smelled my right hand--there was a vague manly smell there.  Frustrated
even further, I balled my hand into a fist and hit the back of the couch.
I eventually fell asleep.

*****

The next morning we both slept in until around noon.  When Syd woke up, he
came out in his boxers.  I was already up and eating a bowl of cereal.  He
looked stern.  I figured, now that he was sober, he wasn't at all pleased
at what went on between us the night before.

He pulled up a chair.  "Mind if I join you?" he asked.  I nodded, not
looking up from my cereal.  "About last night."  He covered his face with
his hands then and leaned back, groaning.  "It was inexcusable.  I
shouldn't have gotten drunk, and I'm damn lucky that I had you to take care
of me like that.  I don't usually drink, believe me.  It won't happen
again."

I looked at him and said between bites of cereal.  "Syd, you're blowing
this way out of proportion.  It was no big deal."

"Really?"

"Really."

He smiled at me gratefully and clutched my knee with his hand under the
table.

That day Syd was pretty hung over so we just took it easy.  He was feeling
better by dinner, though, so he took me back to the steakhouse that we had
been to before.

During dinner he asked if I'd ever gone skiing.

"Nope, never."

"Are you kidding me?  Well, the best skiing in California is right here.
We must take advantage of it.  I'll teach you how, it's easy."

"Sounds like fun," I agreed.

And the next morning we were on the slopes.  I kept on falling at first,
and Syd kept on picking me up, but by midday I was could handle the bunny
slopes.  Although he was an expert skier, Syd never went off by himself--he
stayed with me the whole time.

When we finished, I was exhausted.  We ate quickly, and when we got home I
took a shower and plopped myself right on the couch in my bed shorts.

Syd came out a bit later from his own shower wearing just his boxers--I
could see the outline of his dick flop around as he walked.  His hair was
still wet, and droplets of water covered his skin.  He looked at me and
smiled.  "Tired?" he asked.

"I can barely move."

He laughed heartily.  "Post ski pains.  First timers always get them bad.
Soon you'll be sore and stiff more than ever before."

"It's already begun."

He walked towards me and said, "Here, let me help.  Roll on your stomach."

I did as I was told, and he put his hands on my calves.  He started to
massage them deeply, it felt great.  After some time he moved upwards and
massaged my lower thighs.  I shivered as he slowly kneaded his hands
upwards.  He took his time, rubbing my thighs up and down, never going past
my shorts.

"Let me get your shoulders," he said.  He walked over to my head, and
leaned over so he could grasp my shoulders.  His firm touch felt great, but
what I was really enjoying was my view; my face was turned outwards towards
him right at the level of his crotch.  His boxers were so close they grazed
my chin a couple of times.  His fly was open slightly, and I could see his
pubes and the base of his dick inside.  I inhaled his scent deeply as he
leaned in further to get my neck.

He seemed to be having trouble, and moved away.  "Here, I'm gonna sit on
you so I can get your back."

He straddled me, sitting on my ass with his knees against my sides.  He
started massaging my neck and back, all of which felt incredible.  I
started getting hard thinking about his dick separated by just two layers
of cloth from my ass.  I could feel the weight of his dick and balls
resting on the small of my back; they seemed so heavy.  Thinking about this
gave me a fast erection.

Eventually he patted me on the butt and told me to flip over as he lifted
his weight off of me into a kneeling position.  Given that my hardon was
digging into the couch, the last thing I wanted to do was turn over.

"That's okay, Syd," I said, a little bit anxiously.  "You don't have to do
my front."

"It's part of the package.  Come on, turn over."

"I'm comfortable as is."

"What's the problem, do you have an erection or something?  It's a totally
normal reaction to a good massage.  Come on, roll over."

Convinced I had no other option; I rolled over onto my back.  Sure enough,
my dick was tenting out my shorts.  I adjusted myself so that it was
sticking up my belly.  Syd was still straddling me.

"Sorry about that," I said.

He laughed at me.  "It just means I give good massages.  The same thing
happens to me sometimes.  Now close your eyes and relax."

He started to rub my midsection, and worked up to my chest, rubbing over my
nipples briefly.  As he worked his fingers into my upper body, he slowly
lowered his weight lower onto me, so that my hard-on became trapped under
the weight of his body.  As he massaged, he tended to slide up and down,
unintentionally rubbing his body over my dick.  This pressure felt better
than anything he was doing with his hands, and I started to leak a little
precum.  Luckily, none soaked through the fabric of my shorts.

Then he patted my cheek and got off of me.  "Feel better?" he asked

"Loads," I said.

"Glad to hear it.  Goodnight."

"Night."

He turned off the light and went to bed.  I was too relaxed to even get in
my sleeping bag before I fell asleep.

*****

Syd had to work again the next day, a Friday, so I was left to myself.  It
was about an hour before Syd was to come home that I got a call on my cell
from Viktor.

"I'm in town," he said.  "Where the hell are you staying?"

"You're in Tahoe?  Why?"

"I came to see you."

I thought about it.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him, and I had been
looking forward all day to seeing Syd when he came home from work.  But
that was silly; after all he always went out on dates of his own.  I was
beginning to think like a lonely housewife.  I needed to get away from Syd.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Dinner, and then maybe a drive."

I consented and gave him my address.  I left a note for Syd telling him,
honestly enough, that I had a date.  When Viktor rolled up he was driving a
big VW van.  "Is this yours?" I asked as I jumped into the passenger seat.

"I borrowed it.  Check out the back."

Behind black curtains was a mattress on the floor and even a small fridge.
"I bet that mattress has seen some good times," I said.  I wondered if
Viktor expected us to use it tonight.

I took Viktor all the way across the lake for dinner to avoid the
possibility of running into Syd.  Who knows where he would go on a Friday
night to himself.  We ended up at this family Mexican food place.  Everyone
stared at Viktor when we walked in, his look was not typical Tahoe fare.
I'm sure he appreciated the attention.

During dinner all he wanted to do was eat.  I had practically given up on
trying to maintain any sort of conversation with him.  He tried to pay for
the bill when it came but I insisted that we split it.  I didn't want to
owe him anything.

After dinner he drove us to a scenic point we had passed on our way there
and parked.

"The view's great from here, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I said.  Was this supposed to make me feel romantic?  Oh well, I
thought, I wouldn't mind kissing him once more at least.

"Wanna go in the back?" he asked.

"Whatever."

We crawled in back and I sat against the side of the van.  He crawled
towards me and kissed me, closed mouth.  "Nice," I said when he moved away.
I was truly impressed that he didn't try to grab my crotch or anything
while we were kissing.

He patted the mattress and tried to look seductive.  "Why don't you lie
down?"

I think I actually laughed out loud.  "No thanks, I'm not tired."  So much
for his subtlety.

He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer and handed it to me.
Nothing about my situation that a little alcohol couldn't help, I reasoned.

"Do you have a bottle opener?" I asked him.

"I already opened it."

That he had.  I took a swig.  Within a minute I had downed it.  "Have
another?" I asked.

"No, that was the only one," he answered.

"Bummer."

I stared at him.  He stared back at me quizzically.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing."

Neither one of us said anything for a second.  Then he said, "I brought
condoms."

I wasn't sure how to take that, so I just chuckled.  "You're persistent as
hell, aren't you?  Look, we won't be needing condoms tonight."

"Good.  I like it bareback too."

"Look, Vic, you're a nice guy, but I just don't see us working out
together.  We have nothing in common except for our mutual horniness."

"You're breaking my heart," he said sarcastically.

I started to feel dizzy then.  "Maybe I am a bit tired."  I leaned back
into the mattress.  The ceiling of the van seemed to be blurring out of my
vision.  I shut my eyes.

"There we go," he said.  His voice seemed so distant.  I vaguely was aware
of him removing my shoes.  Next thing I remember he was unbuttoning my
pants.  I didn't even react at first.

I caught myself.  "What the hell was in that beer, man?"

He was pulling my jeans off my feet.  "Just what you needed to loosen up."

I felt my boxers removed.  I wanted so badly to sleep.  "Take me home,
Viktor."

"Fuck, I drove all the way out here."

I snapped to attention.  "Take me home!"  I punched him in the chin.  My
aim was fuzzy but he got the picture.

"Alright, you fuckin' cocktease, alright."

He moved back to the front of the van and stared the engine.  Next thing I
knew we were moving.  I tried to stay awake, but I couldn't.  I was out.

*****

I had a splitting headache when I opened my eyes.  Things seemed blurry at
first.  It was definitely daylight.  I was in the house, on the couch.  But
all was not normal.  I was lying on top of the couch without my sleeping
bag under me.  I still had on the shirt I wore last night.  And from the
waist down, I was nude.

I heard what sounded like dishes being moved and realized I was not alone.
"You up, finally?  Must have been one hell of a night, I didn't even hear
you come in.  But from the looks of things, you enjoyed yourself.  I
thought I'd take a page from your dressing habits.  When in Rome..."

I peered over the back of the couch, and there was Syd, dressed in nothing
but a T-shirt.

I cowered behind the back of the couch.  What happened last night after I
passed out?  Did Viktor fuck me?  My ass didn't feel sore or anything,
although I wasn't sure it would.

I looked around for my pants, but didn't find them.  Syd must have seen me
looking.

"I put your pants and shoes in the bedroom.  They were just tossed by the
door, so I figured that's where you wanted them."

"Oh, thanks."  Viktor must have carried me inside and just tossed my
clothes on the floor.  Couldn't he have the decency to put them back on me
first?

Syd seemed to be cooking something.  He had his back to me.  His bare ass
looked sexy, like usual.

"I think your way of dressing is more comfortable."  He scratched his ass
as if to make a point.

As much as I enjoyed Syd's comical exhibitionism, I needed to get dressed.
I stood up from the couch, took two steps, and collapsed with another dizzy
spell.

"Woah kiddo."  Next thing I knew Syd had lifted me up and was supporting me
with his arm around me.  "You're really hung over.  Come to the table."

He dragged me over there and I was aware enough to feel the bare side of
his left buttock rub against my right.  He sat me down in the kitchen
chair.  The cold wood felt weird against my bare ass.

"Are you gonna puke?" he asked.

"No," I said.  "I just feel dizzy."

"You need to eat.  I made some eggs and toast."

He put a plate in front of me and I began to eat.  He grabbed a plate for
himself and sat down across from me.

"It always comes down to this when guys live together.  Things start out
civilized, but eventually we become lazy.  Familiar I guess.  If you're
friends with the guy, than who cares about clothes?  It's more comfortable
without them and there's less laundry to do."  He stabbed a piece of
sausage into his mouth.

"Mmm-hmm," I answered, barely paying attention.  My head was still
swimming.  I started having trouble seeing my plate of breakfast.  "Ugh, I
think I need to lie down again."

He stood up from the table as I did, and sure enough, I was still too
wobbly to walk.  "God, man, how much did you drink last night?"  He held me
around the waist and led me back to the couch, where I sat back down at one
end.

While Syd was cleaning up in the kitchen, I started thinking about Viktor.
I could call the police and have him arrested, but of course he knew I
wouldn't because I was still in the closet.  I wanted to call him up and
speak my mind, but what good would that do?  No, there was no point.  He
was a mistake on my part, someone who I never trusted but was motivated to
pursue purely out of lust.  Never let lust rule you, I reminded myself.
Lust never leads you anywhere good.

Syd walked over to the couch in front of me still wearing nothing but his
tight red shirt that came down to his pubes, his soft dick and balls
swinging as he walked.  "How do you feel now?"

"Awful."

He absentmindedly reached down and scratched under his balls.  I wanted it
to be me doing the scratching.

"I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better kiddo."  He
looked at me in perplexity and took his hand off his balls.  "Woah, I
didn't notice before what a real mess you're in.  Look at yourself."

He pointed to my mid-section, and I looked down at myself.  My heart sunk
in shame.  All over the top of my pubes, my stomach, and my shirt was a
dried filmy substance that could only be one thing.  Dried cum.  "Oh,
shit," I said.

"I know what that is.  Boy, kiddo, you had a better time last night than I
thought."  He winked at me.

How did this happen?  Did I have some sort of drug-induced wet dream and
not wake up?  Or did this happen before I was put to bed?  Was this my own
semen, or was it Viktor's?

I knew right then that I wanted it off me.  "I need to take a shower."  I
put my feet down on the floor.

"You'd better just take it easy for now."

"No, I need to get it off me."  I stood up, took two steps towards the
bedroom, and collapsed with dizziness.

"Alright, relax, I'll get you."  He pulled me off the floor and next thing
I knew he had draped me over his shoulder.

I looked down at his ass as he carried me into the bedroom.  My arms lay
limp and my hands bumped against his ass as he moved.  I became aware that
my dick was rubbing against his t-shirt.

He stepped into the shower and carefully lowered me back onto my feet,
supporting me by holding my ass as I came down.  When I was back on my
feet, I felt wobbly.

"Can you stand on your own?"  He let me go and I almost fell over.  "I
guess that's a no.  Here, let's get off your shirt."

He pulled my shirt off with one hand while he supported me by putting his
other arm around my waist and pulled me against his body.  He was turned
slightly to the side so I sort of straddled his thigh and leaned into his
chest.  I was conscious of my dick pressed against the hairs of his hard
thigh but felt ill enough not to think twice about it.  When he got my
shirt off he tossed it over the shower wall and put both hands on my
shoulders.

"Okay, turn around and brace yourself against the shower wall with your
hands."

He turned me around so I was facing away from him and I put my hands
against the wall in front of me, but I was still wobbly on my feet.

"Spread your legs some so you don't fall over."

I spread my legs until I felt firmly planted.

"Good.  I'm gonna start the water."

I heard him take off his own shirt and throw it over the shower door, and
then the water came on.  It was mostly being deflected by his body, but I
could feel some warm water splashing my legs.  He squeezed some shampoo
into his hands and started scrubbing my hair.  When he was done with that
he grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather up my neck and shoulders.
His touch felt good, he rubbed gently and slowly, but didn't linger in any
place for too long.  He rubbed down my back, and I could feel the soapy
water running into the crack of my ass, past my sensitive asshole.

When he got to the bottom of my back, I wasn't sure what he'd do, but he
kept going diligently.  First he soaped up both my ass cheeks, then he went
for my hips.  Finally he stuck his soapy hand into the top of my crack,
slowly moving his fingers down until he got to my asshole.  He rubbed his
thumb against it for a second, and then moved his hand down along my
perineum, avoiding my balls and rubbing against my right inner thigh.  He
soaped around the thigh, moved down past my knee to my calf, ending with my
foot.  Then he soaped the other foot and moved up my left leg, ending in my
inner thigh, just grazing his soapy hand against my left ballsack.

"Can you turn around?"  I tried to let go and spin around, but lost my
balance and returned to my original position against the wall.  "That's all
right," he said.  "I'll just come around."

He planted himself against my back and wrapped his arms around me so he
could wash my front--it was the most erotic feeling.  While he was working
on my chest, I relished the feeling of being enclosed by his wet, naked
arms.  His wet chest slipped around my soapy back, and his crotch was
pressed against the top part of my ass.  His wet pubes tickled my tailbone,
and his dick slipped into my soapy asscrack.

I loved it when he washed my nipples.  He rubbed his soapy thumb over them
briefly before moving on.  He washed my abdomen then, really scrubbing away
the dried cum with both hands.  He stuck his finger into my belly button
and cleaned it out.  Then he moved down, soaping up my pubes real well.  As
he stretched his hands down lower, he pushed himself even tighter against
me, grinding his soft dick into my ass as he did so.

His soapy right hand tentatively touched the base of my dick, and then
moved around the top of it, encircling it in his fingers.  He slid his hand
down my dick.  The feeling was incredible when he encased the head of my
dick in his hand and started rubbing the dried cum off of it.  Then he took
his left hand and grabbed my balls with them, gently scrubbing them.  I
would have gotten rock hard if it wasn't for the dulling effect of whatever
drug I had been given.

All too soon he took his hands off my dick and balls and removed himself
from my backside.  While I waited, he lathered himself up just as well.

"Here, let's get you rinsed off," he said.

He directed the showerhead onto my back as I stood there, then he again
leaned against me from behind, reached around me, grabbed my chest firmly,
and lifted me up a couple of inches, spinning me around to face the water
as all my weight pressed firmly against his naked front.  Once I was
rinsed, he turned off the water by reaching his foot around my body to
knock off the faucet handle.  He opened the shower door and grabbed his
towel, which he used to dry both of us, then he lifted me up back over his
shoulder again, this time with no shirt to separate his shoulder from my
dick, and carried me out of the bathroom.  He lay me down on his bed naked
and told me that I needed to sleep it off, now that I was clean.  I didn't
argue; I was asleep seconds later.

*****

When I awoke the sun was still shining through the bedroom window.  I
yawned and pulled Syd's comforter around my naked body.  I felt better.  I
got up out of bed, wondering if I should put clothes on or not.  I peeked
into the living room, but Syd was nowhere to be seen.

At that moment the front door opened and he came jaunting inside carrying a
bundle of firewood.  All he was wearing was a pair of work gloves, his
cowboy boots, and his hat.

"Hey, had enough beauty sleep for one day?" he asked as he deposited the
wood by the fireplace.

"Great outfit," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Well, it's a warm day today, and besides there ain't nobody out there to
see me anyway.  How you feeling?"

"Better," I said.  "Sorry about all of that."

"That's okay, nothing you wouldn't have done for me."  That was for sure.
"But no wonder you don't drink much if you get hung over like that.  Jesus,
kiddo, you could barely move.  Take it easy next time, will you?"

Of course he had to believe that I was totally irresponsible, when
really... "Yeah, I guess I don't know my limit."

"How bout we go out and get a Christmas tree?  There's a good lot on the
south shore.  You feel up to it?"  He smiled his pearlies at me.

"Yeah sure.  Let me put on some clothes.  You gonna go like that?"

He laughed.  "Maybe I should put something else on."

He followed me into the bedroom.  As I put my clothes on, he kicked off his
boots, grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor, and pulled them up.  The
jeans were so tight I thought for sure his dick wouldn't fit, but he got
them on alright, although the bulge in his crotch left little to the
imagination.

"Going commando?" I teased.

"These jeans need washing anyway."

He put his boots back on and put on a flannel shirt, untucked.  The front
of the shirt hung low enough to cover over his package.

In the truck he turned on his country music station and sang along and
slapped his knee as we bumped down the road.  By the time we got to the
south shore, it had gotten dark, and he removed his sunglasses.

"Let's get something to eat first," he said.

We ate at a pub in town.  The atmosphere was dark but the food was
agreeable.

"We should go skiing again," he said.  "It's supposed to snow tomorrow
night.  How bout we go the day after?"

That would be the day before Christmas Eve.  "Sounds good.  I was thinking
about trying snowboarding this time."

"I've never been snowboarding."

"Yeah right, I bet you're snowboarding pro."

He shook his head.  "Nope, really, I've never done it.  It's not really my
generation."

"I've always wanted to learn how to snowboard.  It looks awesome, doesn't
it?"

"I'll tell you what, we'll both rent snowboards and we'll learn together."

Sounded good to me.  "Alright, I can't wait."

After we had paid and were leaving the pub, Syd said, "Hey, I've got to run
a quick errand before we go down to the lot."

"Okay, where to?"

"It's something I gotta do on my own."  At this time of year you don't
question statements like this.  "How about I drop you off at the lot and
then I'll meet you back there in a little bit?"

"The lot's only a couple blocks away, I'll just walk."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, just come and find me."

The street was busy with shoppers as I walked towards the tree lot.  When I
got to it I realized how big it was.  Rows and rows of trees stretched back
for many yards.  The front of the lot was busy with people claiming trees
for themselves, so I wandered towards the back where there were less
shoppers.

I started thinking about how big the tree should be.  Really Syd's house
was too small for anything large.

After I'd been looking for the right tree for while, I noticed another
shopper following me through the lanes of trees.  I stopped walking and
looked back at him.  He was tall, muscular, and unshaven in a large brown
jacket.  He was looking right at me, no expression on his face.

"Can I help you with something?"  I said.

He let loose a quick, forced smile and walked towards me.  "Yeah, buddy,"
he said.  "I need help carrying my tree to my car."

I was obviously suspicious.  "Which tree is yours?"

He pointed to a large tree to my left.  "That one."

I found it unlikely that the tree I happened to be standing by was his
tree.  "The lot workers are supposed to carry your tree for you."

"I can't find them, they're gone."

"I'll find them for you.  You just wait here."

I turned to walk towards the front of the lot, but he grabbed my shoulder
from behind and whipped me around.  I was shocked.  He grabbed onto my
shirt and pulled me towards him, his mouth forming a menacing toothy grin.

"I could kill you right here," he said, completely out of the blue.

"What do you want from me?"

"Stop teasing me."  He let go of me.  "Hit me, let's see what you can do."

I just stood there, terrified.  This guy was twice my size.

"Just as I thought, you ain't got shit, little man."

He punched me hard in the gut, causing me to keel over in pain.  I pushed
him away from me, but he grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up.

"Help!  Someone!" I shouted.

He seemed to find my pleas amusing, and he pulled his fist back, ready to
punch me in the face.

Syd came out behind a row of trees and knocked the guy off me.  I landed
back on my feet as Syd knocked the guy in the stomach, then kicked him as
he lay on the ground.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Syd shouted as the guy stumbled
back to his feet.  I realized that even Syd was a good deal smaller than
this behemoth.

The guy glared wickedly at Syd, but didn't try anything further.  He turned
around and ran off towards the street, with Syd chasing after him for a bit
before coming back to me.

"I think we should have that guy arrested," I said.  "He's clearly
psychotic."

"He's gone, Jakey.  Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine.  Thank god you came when you did."

"I heard you calling.  What did he want from you?"

"I have no clue.  He said he was going to kill me."

"Well, you're safe now.  Still feel up to getting a tree?"

"Sure."

I felt more secure now that Syd was around.  We found a small tree that we
liked, Syd paid for it, and next thing I knew we were back at home, putting
the tree up in the living room.  We had bought a string of lights when we
were out, and we put it on the tree.  Other than that, we didn't have any
more decorations to put on it, but neither of us cared that much.

Later on, when I was in his room changing into my sleeping shorts, Syd came
in yawning.  "I'm tired as hell and I'm going to bed," he announced.  He
kicked off his boots and threw his hat off, then unbuttoned his shirt and
took it off too.  Again I admired how sculpted and tan his body was.  He
unbuttoned his fly and pulled down his jeans, his dick flying out of the
tight constraint, and kicked his jeans onto the floor.  He jumped into his
bed, and lay face-down on the covers.

"Aren't you gonna put on your PJ's, Uncle Syd?"

He rolled over on his front, his dick laying off to the right.  "No.
Honestly I always sleep in the nude unless I have company to impress.  Now
that you've made it clear that you're fully comfortable with nudity, I
might as well go back to my old habits.  I don't know why you're putting on
shorts tonight, there's no need to impress me."

With that I pulled my shorts off.  Watching him naked on the bed had been
making my dick a little harder, but I doubted he would notice.

He smiled.  "There ya go, kiddo.  Turn off the light on your way out."

He closed his eyes, and I left him then, shutting the door behind me.

The sleeping bag felt different against my naked body.  I realized I liked
the feeling, and rubbed around in it before settling into a comfortable
sleeping position.

I reflected on the day's events.  They had been completely bizarre, but I
was too tired to think about them.  I fell asleep right away.

*****

When I woke up, I really had to pee.  Syd wasn't in sight, but I could hear
the shower on.  I decided it was safe to walk in on him in the shower to
pee since he had already done it to me.  I headed into the bedroom and
opened the shower door.

He spun around in the shower to face away from me, towards the shower wall.
"Hey, Jakey, didn't know you were up yet."

"I just got up."

I walked over to the toilet and started to piss.

"Ah, hell, Jakey, there's no point in hiding it now."  He turned towards me
as I pivoted my head to look at him.  His dick was hard and covered with
suds.  His hand was around it--he had been jacking off.  I was stunned.  "I
was jerking off in the shower.  I know it's pathetic."

Standing by the toilet I was really right by his side with just a glass
door separating us.  I was looking down at his dick and it was huge, really
porn star caliber.

I started to laugh at him.  "You do this often, Uncle Syd?"

"Yeah, whenever I get the chance.  Hell, everyone does it, right?"  He had
taken his hand away and his dick was starting to get soft.  "I know you've
been doing it in the shower yourself.  Don't think I didn't know what you
were up to with those long, late-night showers."

Of course, it wasn't true, I had never jacked off in the house before, I
didn't want to be disrespectful.  Now my policy was changing.  "Go ahead
and return to business," I said.  "I don't mind.  Nothing I haven't seen
before."

"That's very mature of you, Jakey."  He started massaging his dick with his
soapy right hand again until his dick slowly raised to full mast.  Then he
began pumping it harder.

I flushed the toilet and got the hell out of the bathroom.  My dick was
rock hard by the time I got out, but luckily Syd had shut his eyes and
hadn't seen me.

I ate some breakfast to calm myself down.  When he came out of his room he
was still naked, his hair wet.  His dick was soft now but still somewhat
swollen.

"I thought we'd do some shopping and then catch a movie today," said Syd as
he sat down and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

"Sounds good.  First I need to shower."

When I went into the bathroom it was still quite steamy from Syd's shower.
I hopped in, and before I started the water I noticed that drain was a
little clogged, and there was still some standing soapy water around my
feet.  I turned on the shower and stepped back towards the back, and my
left foot landed in something slimy.  I lifted it, and a string of semen
stretched between my foot and the shower floor.  Syd must not have washed
all of his cum down the drain after his little session a couple minutes
ago.

That was all it took.  I got hard, wet my hand, and started stroking
myself.  I couldn't help picturing Syd in here jacking off as I grinded my
toes into his spilt, warm cum.

The movie was a big budget action flick that Syd was into.  He had worn
another pair of tight jeans commando again, and they must have been
restricting, because the only way he was comfortable was to open his legs
real wide.  Luckily there was no one to bump into on the other side of him,
but on my side he kept on pushing his knee into mine.  Even though the
contact was minimal, it distracted me from the explosions on screen.

That night, after we had gotten prepared to go snowboarding the next
morning, Syd suggested we get in the jacuzzi and look at the stars before
the storm clouds rolled in.  This time, of course, we were both naked; he
had stripped his clothes off after dinner and I followed suit.

I had to piss first, and when I got outside Syd was already in the water.
His head was back, and his legs were wide open, his dick sort of floating
upwards.

"It's freezing out here," I said.

"That's why the water's hot.  Turn off the porch light on your way."

The switch to the porch light was just inside the door, and when I turned
it off, it left us in total darkness.  Unfortunately that meant I couldn't
see where I was going when I walked towards the jacuzzi, although I thought
I knew my way.  I found the stool that you use to climb into the tub and
stepped up.  But when I tried to step into the water, I lost my footing on
the slippery surface, and fell forwards.

"Woah, careful!" said Syd.

I ended up falling right onto him.  My face hit his chest, and my body
landed right between his open legs.  His dick was squeezed against my
abdomen, soft and pointing down.

"Shit, sorry, Syd," I said, spitting out the water that had splashed into
my mouth.

"Let me give you a hand."

He stuck his arms under my armpits and slowly lifted me up from the Jacuzzi
floor.  As he did so, our bodies slipped past each other.  His dick rolled
upwards between our abdomens, and then as he lifted me further, ended up
being pressed right against my dick.  My dick throbbed in response to the
touch, and I pulled away, stood up, and sat down beside him.

We looked at the stars, and he opened his legs wide like they were before.
In doing so, he put pressure on my right knee with his left knee, and my
thigh with his thigh.  The touch felt great.

We talked about our mutual excitement about snowboarding the next day until
we both got hot and wanted to get out.  He assisted me out of the tub and
turned the porch light back on.  Then he grabbed his towel and dried
himself off, putting it between his legs and drying off his dick and balls
real well.  After he was done drying, he tossed the towel to me and I dried
off.  Then we went inside, and soon went to bed.

*****

I awoke from my rest during the night because of a tapping on the living
room window.  Groggy and confused, I hopped off the couch and walked
towards the window.  When I pulled open the blinds, I was surprised to see
Viktor looking back at me.

"Hey, can I come in?" He asked through the glass.

"No!  Go away!"  I tried to yell as quietly as possible.

"I'm not going away until you come out here and talk to me!"  He was
shouting now.

The last thing I wanted to do was to wake up Syd, so I figured I'd go
outside quietly and tell him to take a hike.  Unfortunately I was still
nude, so I grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around me.

When I went outside Viktor tried to hug me, but I pushed him away.  I
noticed the van was in the driveway.

"What are you doing here?"

"I drove up to surprise you.  Surprise."

"Are you out of your mind?  I thought that after you drugged me you
wouldn't have the nerve to show up here again."

He shook his head.  "I never drugged you.  You just got drunk."

"Off of one beer?"

"Look, sweetheart."  He put his hand on my shoulder.  "Let's forget about
the other night."

I stepped back.  "Get away from me.  We're through, I don't want you ever
coming here again."

"Not like you'll call the police and smear your perfect reputation."

"Get out, now."

"What are you hiding?"  He grabbed my blanket and pulled it off of me, a
bit surprised by my nudity.  "Holy shit, you're ready for me, aren't you?"

Infuriated, I hit him in the jaw.  He doubled back and winced in pain, and
I took the opportunity to snatch my blanket back.

"Fine, I'll go."  He rubbed his jaw.  "Bitch."

I watched him get into his van and drive off.  I hoped it would be the last
time I'd see him.  What had I gotten myself into?

The snow was starting to fall.  I went back inside, locked the door, and
went to sleep.


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