Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 15:17:58 CST From: K Ration Subject: Family Friends - Chapter 36 Family Friends Chapter Thirty-six Jack's Next Visit The next time Jack and Jackie came to visit, John was a little more prepared. He knew Jack was bound to get several erections and he had even been looking forward to it. And he had finally convinced himself that with all that had happened between him and Jack, there really was no reason for him to try to hide his own erections if and when they happened, and he knew they would. He really was beginning to feel the same sense of comfortableness and enjoyment that Jack did when the two of them were together, hard or soft. It was the last week before school was to start, and Jack and Jackie came over on Tuesday night. Their parents would be coming for a cookout on Sunday to take the kids home. John and Terri each had lots of vacation accrued at their respective jobs and had decided to take the week off so they could spend time with the kids. The atmosphere at John's house when it was just him and Jack was almost like they both knew this would be their last opportunity to spend some quiet time together. What with the upcoming wedding and all, the guys would never have the house to themselves again. Perhaps that's why Jack wanted to sleep in John's bed so often. And maybe that's also why John let him. They never bothered with pajamas. Tuesday night, the six of them, the four girls and two guys, went out for hamburgers and a movie. It was late when they got home, so John dropped the women folk off at Terri's, and he and Jack went on to his house. John had hardly turned off the ignition and closed the garage door when Jack began stripping off his clothes. By the time they reached the door into the house from the garage, Jack was down to his t-shirt and jockey shorts. Following along behind him, John couldn't help the feelings that seemed to overwhelm him. He had truly come to love this kid like a son. But he felt certain that if Jack had been his son, they would never have had some of the experiences they had shared up to this point. As John entered the house, he turned to switch off the light and closed the garage door. Turning around, all he saw was Jack's bare bottom hurrying into the next room, his clothes in a pile on the floor. Again he was amazed at how Jack's body reminded him of his own at that age. "Come pick up your clothes and take them to your room," John said. When Jack came back into the kitchen, he couldn't help staring at the boy's groin, noticing that there didn't seem to be any new hair growth. Looking up, he saw a proud and happy expression on Jack's face. The kid really did enjoy John looking at his penis. John went to his room to undress and was soon joined by Jack. With all the time they had spent together without clothes, John still felt like he was on display with Jack standing there watching him disrobe. As a result, and with the memories of their experiences together filling his mind, he was semi-erect by the time he removed his undershorts. He felt a mixture of pride and embarrassment as he felt his penis spring loose and waver up and down when he slid his shorts down. Looking up, he saw that Jack, too, was developing an erection and was looking at him with a grin on his face. Jack had brought his toothbrush from the other bathroom and joined John as he brushed his teeth. Then they went around and checked all the doors and lights. John was able to control himself enough that he didn't become fully erect, but Jack didn't even try. He truly enjoyed being hard, and it was especially fun when he was naked and could see it, watch it bounce as he walked and as he contracted those muscles that made it twitch. This was one of the things that made his relationship with John so special. John not only didn't mind his erections but actually seemed to enjoy them. As they walked the house, John noticed several times that Jack pressed his hardon down towards the floor, and he knew from his own experiences that the boy was building a case of sexual tension that would most likely lead to masturbation. He wanted to watch but had resolved not to let that happen the first night of Jack's visit this time. So he worked hard at trying not to watch what the boy was doing with his penis. By the time they had worked their way to the guestroom, Jack had gotten himself pretty worked up. Jumping on the bed, he turned to stand at the edge, his erection bobbing in his lap. As John stood waiting for him to sit down and climb under the covers so he could tuck him in for the night, Jack suddenly reached out and gave him a big hug. John's arms just naturally encircled the lad as he hugged him in return. Since Jack was about four feet tall, John's head was just level with the boy's chest. He was very much aware of Jack's hardon pressing against his solar plexus, and he felt himself getting hard. Soon, because Jack wouldn't let go, and despite all his best intentions, John was fully erect, and he felt his penis rubbing against Jack's shins. But the hug felt wonderful, and he didn't want to let go either. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Uncle John?" Jack asked. Finally breaking the hug and stepping back, his hands on Jack's hips, John gazed fondly at the boy's hardon bouncing so close to his face. "Not tonight, Jack," he answered. Reaching out and pressing his finger tips down on the head of Jack's erection, he asked, "Do I need to get you a towel?" "No, I don't think so. I haven't done it in several days. But I'll wait." With that, Jack stepped back so that John could pull the covers down. Then, lying down on his back, his penis still standing stiff and proud in plain view, he waited for John to pull up the covers. John couldn't resist running his hand over the boy's nuts and penis before he covered him up. Taking his cue from this, Jack reached up and grabbed John's erection, giving it a strong squeeze. After giving Jack a kiss on his forehead, John stepped back, his own erection bouncing unhidden at his groin. He saw that Jack was staring at it in much the same way he had just looked at Jack. With confusing feelings of affection and embarrassment, he turned out the bedside lamp and went to bed. He wanted to beat off but for some reason he was not quite able or willing to comprehend, he refrained from doing so. The next day was sunny and warm. Terri and the girls came over in just their shower wraps and the six of them ate breakfast in the nude sitting around the umbrella table out by the pool. In spite of their willingness to share hardons openly when they were alone, John and Jack had no trouble with them when they were with other people. And although they did not consciously display their affection for one another, their unconscious actions towards each other did not go unnoticed. As the kids swam and played water games, Terri and John sat in lounge chairs by the pool and watched. Terri spent as much time watching John as she did the kids. As they got hot, they would jump in the pool to swim or join in the kids' games briefly. Then they'd climb out and sit in the sun some more, John watching the kids and Terri watching John and the kids. After an hour or so, Terri said, "You really do adore these kids, don't you?" John was surprised by her comment. "Why do you say that?" he asked. "It's obvious the way you look at them. There's always a small grin on your face when you're watching them and a look of love in your eyes. It's especially noticeable when you're watching Jack, you know." "I didn't know it was so obvious. But, yeah, I guess I do. I always wanted children of my own, and especially a son. The male ego, I guess. I have a difficult time keeping in mind that Jack is someone else's son. He reminds me so much of myself at that age. He has the same build, the same height. Even his genitals and pubic hair seem to be slow in developing, just like mine were. Yeah, I love him a lot," John finished. Looking at her husband-to-be, Terri was sure she saw a tear trickle down John's cheek. Responding to a sudden impulse without thinking about what she was doing or who was present, Terri got up, stepped over to John's chaise lounge and sat in his lap, her arms around his neck. Licking the tear from his cheek, she said in a whisper, "I love you so much. I almost wish we could have one of our own." And then she kissed him. John immediately felt himself getting hard, and he forgot about the kids as he hugged her and returned the kiss. When they finally came up for air, they both became aware of John's erection throbbing against Terri's bare bottom. "No, Terri," John said. "I'm not ready to start a family. I'm happy to have Jessie and Judy and wouldn't want to start over even if I could. But what are we going to do about my hardon? I'm not sure it will go away with you sitting on it." Picking up her towel from where it lay on the pool deck between their chairs, Terri said with a giggle, "here, lay this in your lap as I get up and just fold you hands in front of yourself so the kids don't see you making a tent out of it." Neither of them had noticed that all four kids had stopped their play and were watching them. Jack and Jessie were standing in the pool at just the right spot to see the head of John's cock under Terri's bottom where it throbbed between his legs. Jack got hard even before Terri struggled to get off of John's lap, and standing as close to Jessie as he was, he felt it rub against her. As Terri's struggle to get up was somewhat awkward because of the way the lounge was built, the kids got an unexpected view of John's erection before he could cover it with the towel. Jessie's hand just seemed to naturally reach down and grasp Jack's hardon which she squeezed as she saw John's penis, and Jack quickly stepped behind her to hide what she was doing from the others. John turned beet red as he saw the kids staring at him. He didn't know what to say. Fortunately, the spell was quickly broken as the kids went back to their game. Jack, however, didn't rejoin the game. Instead he began swimming laps as fast as he could. His words from their first night together when they talked about getting hard in public jumped into John's mind, I just start swimming real hard. John instantly knew what had happened. After lunch, they all went inside to put on suntan lotion. Terri and the girls went to John's bathroom because it was larger, and John went to the guestroom with Jack. When John had finished oiling Jack's back and buttock's, the boy turned and indicated that he wanted John to do his penis and nuts, too. Speaking harshly, John said, "do it yourself, Jack. We can't be doing that for each other all the time." He was immediately sorry when he saw the shocked look on Jack's face and a tear forming in the corner of his eye. John had never spoken to him that way before. Before John could say anything else, Jack ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Stepping over to the door, John could hear the boy crying. It almost broke his heart when he realized how much his comment had hurt him, but he knew he had said the right thing, even if he had said it the wrong way. Maybe this is why I never could have children of my own, he thought. I don't really know how to be a dad. If Terri could have read his thoughts, she would have disagreed with him vehemently. When they all regrouped at the pool, Terri noticed something amiss between John and Jack. "Is something wrong?" she asked John quietly. "No, I don't think so. I just had to scold him about something and I hurt his feelings. I'll try to talk to him later about it." The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. Jack seemed to get over his hurt feelings and even drew John into a game of keep away with the four kids while Terri dozed in the shade. After dinner, they all went to Terri's and watched a movie on the big screen TV. Although it was only about ten o'clock when the movie ended, they all realized it had been a long and active day. Judy and Jack had even fallen asleep leaning against John, his arms around their shoulders. After brief hugs and kisses, Jack and John slipped on their robes and went home. As they walked, John laid his arm around Jack's shoulders and Jack slipped his around John's waist. Words didn't seem to be necessary to communicate that everything was OK between them. When they got home, each went to his own room, hung up his bathrobe and brushed his teeth. John then went out to the TV room where he sat in his chair and turned on the TV to watch the news. He was surprised when Jack climbed into his lap and curled up, his head resting in the crook of John's neck, and his hand toying with the hair on his chest. "You don't think you're too old or too big for this?" John asked quietly. "No," Jack answered softly. After several minutes, John heard Jack sniff. Then he felt a tear drop onto his chest. Rubbing his cheek in Jack's hair and moving his right arm around his back, he gave him a strong hug. "What's the matter, Jack?" he asked softly. "I don't know, Uncle John. I just feel so good sitting here with you. I'm sorry about what happened after lunch. I didn't mean to do anything wrong." "I know, son. I'm sorry I had to bark at you, but I didn't know how else to react. Sometimes I'm afraid I love you too much, and I have to keep reminding myself you belong to someone else," John replied, sniffing, trying to maintain control over his own emotions. Jack twisted his body slightly towards John and reaching up with his left arm gave him a big hug, his face buried in John's neck. John could feel the tears flowing against his skin as the boy cried, "I love you, too, Uncle John." They held each other tightly for several minutes, each overcome by his own emotions. Then Jack settled back to his original position with John's left arm around his back and his right hand resting on the boy's hip. As they watched the news, John kept glancing down at his and the boy's penises so close together, small and limp. It was like looking at himself in before and after pictures. At one point, Jack let him know he was doing the same thing when he said, "I like being able to look at both of our penises at the same time like this. I think they look neat." Halfway through the news, John's right hand slipped off Jack's hip and rested at the boy's groin where he began to toy with Jack's penis, almost absent-mindedly. Jack was soon hard, and he watched as John's penis also became erect. Just as the sports news started, Jack reached down and took hold of John's erection, and the two of them sat there just holding each other's hardon while they watched the sports wrap up. As soon as the news was over, John turned off the TV and the two of them got up and went to bed, their hardons bouncing before them. Jack didn't even ask if he could sleep in John's bed. He just climbed in and moved over, making room for John. Turning off the light, John slipped into bed behind Jack and laid his arm over the boy's shoulder, staying far enough away that his erection didn't touch him. But Jack moved back and curled up against him, using his hand to push John's penis down so that it lay against his butt. John moved his arm down over Jack's upper body, first wrapping his fingers around the short length of Jack's hardon for a minute or two. Then he moved his arm up around his chest, pulling him up close. They quickly fell asleep this way, John's erection throbbing against Jack's bottom and Jack holding his own hardon in his hand. They awoke the next morning with John lying on his back, his arms at his sides, and Jack curled up facing him, his arm over John's chest, his leg over John's legs. Surprisingly enough, neither of them had a morning erection, but John quickly realized that the way they were laying, Jack's limp penis was resting in the palm of his right hand. For a long while, John just laid there enjoying the feel of the boy's soft penis in his hand. Then he began to toy with it and felt it grow to a full erection. This caused his own penis to stiffen, rising from where it had lain limply between his legs until it was throbbing strongly against the sheet. He decided to leave it in that position and see if Jack would say anything when he noticed it. He could tell Jack was awake by the change in his breathing and the way his hips were starting to move against his hand. Forming a circle with his fingers and holding his hand still, he allowed Jack to control the action by thrusting his penis back and forth in his hand a few times. When Jack was still once again, John began tugging gently on his penis, drawing the skin up and down, the head of it tickling the palm of his hand. Jack's enjoyment was obvious by his breathing, but soon his own hand moved down from where it lay at John's neck, sliding slowly across his chest to his stomach where he grasped John's erection and pulled it around to where the boy knew it would be more comfortable. At first he just curled his fingers around it and let it throb in his hand. Then he squeezed it gently a few times followed by a few strokes, up and down its length, not moving the skin but simply gliding his fingers along its surface. As John felt his own excitement building, he said to Jack, "Would you like me to make you cum?" He felt Jack's penis jump in his hand as he said this, and then Jack said softly, "Yes, but only if you'll let me do you this time. You've never let me do that." John wasn't sure if it was the result of not having had an orgasm of his own for several days or if he had subconsciously been planning his answer since the last time he and Jack were together, but after only a brief pause, he said, "Alright, Jack. I still don't understand why you want to, but I guess it's OK. Maybe just this once." Why did I say maybe? He thought to himself as he felt Jack squeeze his penis in response. Am I already hoping he'll like it and will want to do it again? Shortly after that, Jack let go of John's erection and rolled over onto his back, prepared to enjoy what he knew was coming. John rolled to his side facing Jack and replaced his right hand with his left, running it gently all over the boy's groin, toying with the peach fuzz he found there, rubbing his scrotum, and sliding his hand along Jack's erection as it lay on his stomach. Almost immediately, Jack said, "push the sheet down, Uncle John. I want to see what you're doing." John sat up and pushed the sheet down to the foot of the bed. Having done that, he sat there for a moment and just stared at Jack's erection, watching it throb stiffly. As he was looking at it, Jack reached down and wrapped his fingers around it, pushing it down towards his feet, then pulling it back against his stomach. Holding it this way, he used his other hand to rub his scrotum just as he had seen John doing in the shower the last time he was here. John reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the towel that was lying there. He spread the towel over Jack's stomach and chest and then replaced Jack's hand with his own. His own erection was throbbing in his lap, continuing to flood with blood and hormones, his own excitement building higher and higher. He began stroking Jack's penis slowly, first drawing the skin up to the head with each stroke, then switching to just sliding his hand along the skin's surface. Every once in a while he would move his hand down to cup Jack's balls, rubbing them ever so gently, tickling the skin of his scrotum with feathery touches. All the while, he kept glancing from Jack's groin to his face, watching his changing expressions. Sometimes Jack was watching his hand in his lap, sometimes his eyes were closed, his head laid back, his mouth open, breathing heavily. John didn't know which was more exciting, looking at Jack's penis in his hand or seeing Jack watching what he was doing for him. After several minutes of slow strokes, John speeded up his hand motions a little and stayed pretty much to Jack's penis. As he sensed Jack's orgasm approaching, he tightened his grip a little and stroked a little faster. Suddenly, Jack's eyes flew open, his hips raised off the bed as far as they would go and he began gasping, "Here it cums, here it cums!" They both watched as cum flew from the end of Jack's prick, John's hand slowing somewhat to milk the young penis that reminded him so much of his own. Jack's first shot was so powerful that it went past the edge of the towel and hit his cheek. Neither of them paid any attention to it dribbling down his chin as they watched more cum squirt forth and land on the towel. Even John was fascinated and amazed. "Wow, son," he said as the spurts diminished and Jack settled back on the bed. "That was quite a load you had stored up there." Looking from Jack's penis where cum was still oozing from the small hole in the head to his face, he saw a look of great pride in Jack's eyes. With equal amazement, Jack answered with gasping breath, "yeah, it was, wasn't it. I didn't play with myself all week just hoping you'd do that for me. Gosh that felt great Uncle John. You really know how to do that good!" Jack wiped the cum from where it was trickling down his cheek and chin and licked it from his fingers. Then he watched as John bent over and took his limp penis into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it to clean the cum off of it. As Jack stared at him in amazement, he remembered how his sister and Jessie had done the same thing. John took the towel and wiped the rest of Jack's cum from his fingers. By the time he was finished, Jack was ready. "Now it's my turn, Uncle John. Remember, you promised." John was too excited by what had just happened to even think of reneging on his promise. He lay back on the bed, his cock throbbing where it lay on his stomach, his hands at his sides, his eyes closed. In the next moment, he felt Jack laying the towel on his chest. His body jerked as he felt the boy's hand lift his cock out of the way as he pushed the towel down over his pubic hair to the base of his prick. Then he felt Jack lay down beside him, his small hand wrapping itself around his throbbing erection. The feelings that rushed through his penis seemed heightened by the size of Jack's hand and fingers. They were so small and gentle. At one point, he opened his eyes just to see what the boy's hand looked like on his cock. He wasn't disappointed. Jack took his time just as John had. As though wanting to prolong something for which he had waited a long time, he moved his hand slowly from the base of John's erection to the head and back again, in long, slow strokes. Often when he reached the head, he would run his fingers completely off the end of it, twisting his hand around the end before sliding it back down. For the most part, he used a loose grip, sliding his hand along the surface rather than moving the skin with his strokes. He knew from watching John on those two previous occasions, that this was what he liked. Once in a while he would pause just below the glans and squeeze. Soon pre-seminal fluid was oozing from the large hole in the end of John's prick. With his eyes closed, John felt the boy rub his finger across the end of his dick and knew Jack was collecting this fluid and tasting it. John wasn't sure how much longer he could take this slow stroking method Jack was using, when all of a sudden he felt something warm and wet against the end of his penis. Opening his eyes, he was just in time to see Jack's tongue licking pre-seminal fluid from the end of his penis. Jack must have sensed how close John was getting, for he began stroking his penis faster. He kept John's cock laid back close to his stomach, just as John had done for him, moving his hand back and forth so close to his stomach that his fingers actually brushed lightly along the towel. He also began to grip John's penis tighter, drawing the skin up and back with each stroke of his hand. He, too, knew when the end was near, for he saw John's hips rise up off the bed, heard his breathing become gasps and grunts and felt John's fist clenching the sheet between them. Jack propped himself up on his left hand, his arm extended so that he could stare down at the penis in his hand, so much larger than his own and the other two he had played with. He was filled with indescribable delight as John began to cum, his penis pulsing in his hand. He continued to stroke John's penis as he watched spurt after spurt shoot forth, the first landing on the pillow next to John's head, the rest landing on the towel. Soon his fingers were covered with the stuff. Jack felt so powerful, so excited. He was absolutely thrilled that John had finally allowed him to do this. He felt so special. All of these feelings were going through him as his hand slowed to a stop and John's penis began to soften in his fingers. When he looked up, he saw that John's eyes were open and he was staring at Jack's hand on his dick, his fingers covered with semen. Jack slid his hand up over the end of John's penis, carrying as much cum with it as he could. He watched John's eyes follow his hand as he proceeded to lick his fingers clean. John's cum tasted a lot stronger than his own. The two of them rested for awhile before getting up to use the bathroom. While they rested, John played gently with the hardon Jack had developed while he was playing with John. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he could get hard again so fast after a climax. It wasn't until after they had been to the bathroom that John noticed that it was only seven in the morning. Goodness, we must have been up since five o'clock, he thought to himself. As they sat in the kitchen eating breakfast, John asked Jack if he had any reservations about what they had just done. "I don't understand what you mean, Uncle John." "I'm just asking if you feel OK now that I've let you make me cum? Are you sorry you did it? Because if you are, we need to talk about it." John was tremendously relieved by Jack's reaction. The boy's face lit up with a smile as he said excitedly, "Heck no, Uncle John. I'm not sorry. I thought that was major cool." Then, calming down and in a more serious tone he went on. "I know you're a lot older than me Uncle John, but that just doesn't make any difference. You see, Rex and Rusty are almost like brothers and they have each other to do that with. They've both told me that they make each other cum all the time. And they both have dads they can talk to about sex and stuff. Heck they told me they've even been with their dads in the spa or in the sauna and gotten hard together. But my dad can't talk about sex like that. He and mom have rather old fashioned ideas about sex, that it's only for making babies, you know? And since Rex and Rusty are so close and see each other all the time, they treat me almost like an outsider. I feel like I'm odd man out with them. I have to wait for them to suggest playing around. Otherwise I feel like they're doing it just 'cause I asked them to, and I don't like feeling that way. But with you, it's different. That's one of the reasons I like coming over here so much. Judy and Jessie and Jackie have each other to play with, but there aren't any guys in this family but you and me. Well, not family, I guess, but you know what I mean. It's fun being able to walk around with a hardon, sure, but it's a lot more fun having someone who's willing to play with me not just because I want you to but because you want to do it. And playing with you is a bit like playing with Rex or Rusty. Your penis is just a lot bigger, that's all. And you have more hair down there, of course. "Are you sorry you let me do it? Are you sorry you made me cum?" "No. Now that you've explained how you feel about it, I'm not sorry I let you do it. I have to admit your smaller hand felt new and different, and that makes it kind of special. And I'm not sorry I did it for you either. I've never done that with someone my age except when I was your age. And I've already told you that there's something about your penis that I find exciting. But it's not likely to be something we'll be able to do with each other much longer, not with the wedding coming up." "Yeah, I know," Jack said with some disappointment in his voice. "But this is only Thursday and I don't have to go home until Sunday." By the time they were finished their discussion, both of them were hard again. John shoved his chair back from the table as Jack stood and walked over to him, showing off his erection in the process. This time John didn't try to hide his own hardon from the boy but let him look at it standing up in his lap. As Jack stood next to him, his penis about even with John's lap, they looked at each other's erections intently. Then John reached out and tickled the boy under his arms and behind his scrotum. Laughing and struggling, Jack reached down and tried to tickle John in the crotch, too. As they laughed together and tickled each other, they just got harder and more turned on. After awhile, Jack was gasping for breath from laughing so hard. He collapsed in John's lap. After a couple of deep breaths, he looked down to see John's erection sticking up between his legs right next to his own. John saw the same thing just as Jack reached down and grabbed himself and John with both hands, moving them up and down together. It felt good, but it just wasn't the same. So he quit and stood up. "I'm going to take a shower, Uncle John. Do you want to take one with me?" Glancing at the clock which still said it was only eight o'clock, John answered "Sure, why not. The girls won't be up and about for another hour or so." And he chased Jack through the house until they finally collapsed in a heap on the bathroom floor, laughing and hugging each other.