Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2011 12:55:15 -0400
From: Joe Mamma <joemamma619@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dwight: The Den

This is pure fiction.

Dwight: Chapter 2-The Den

I locked up the clinic after Dwight left and headed off to the gym for my
usual hour long workout.  I'm not buff or anything but try to stay active
and flexible.  Doing this regularly has been proven to prevent
osteoporosis, bad posture, falls and improve mentation and I wanted to
remain active, particularly in the sexual sense until the moment I passed
from this scene.

While on the treadmill my mind wandered to the happenings of the morning.
I was pretty sure that nothing bad would come of the encounter because
Dwight had just about asked for me to mess around with him and he certainly
jumped at the idea of me touching him and he sure didn't balk when I
engulfed his cock in my mouth.  I knew that he would be back for more and I
would be ready to teach him as much as he was willing to learn.

Looking around the gym I realized that it was the time of day that the
local high school cheerleaders were usually there for their cardio and
weights workout.  The coach, whom I knew well, was the Biology teacher and
was herself also a certified athletic trainer.  She was an adamant
proponent of Cheer as a sport and she made sure her girls were in top
physical condition.  She was also bisexual and, like me, had a thing for
high school aged kids.  I'll tell you more about this later...I promise!

Her name was Martina but went by Marti.  She came by and chatted me up when
I was doing machine flies.  The machine faced the fully mirrored wall and
gave us both a clear view of the girls as they helped each other with the
dumb bells.  Some were pretty well covered up with sweats and looked just
so so, but a few were in spandex and had fixed their faces...guess which
ones we paid most attention to?

She and I had gotten together on occasion and considered ourselves fuck
buds...it was always enjoyable and we liked the arrangement very much.

I mentioned having a new project... that was our code for a teen conquest,
and I would keep her informed as to the goings on.  She told me that an
"old" project of hers was visiting from college and she was spending some
quality time with her...would I care to come by sometime soon for a
cookout?

I told her heck yes and she returned to taking care of the girls and I
finished my workout and went home.

Living in the country, especially if you're a local "celebrity" like a
doctor or lawyer has its good and bad points... the good- everyone knows
who you are and where you live...the bad- everyone knows who you are and
where you live.  This was one of the good days.

I took a quick shower and slipped into an old pair of sneakers with no
strings that I used as house slippers and put on an old pair of nylon
running shorts that I lounged about it.  I fixed me a turkey on rye
sandwich for a quick snack and a glass of iced tea.

I had just sat down at the table when a knock at the back door sounded.
Another thing about country life is that the folks figured they were less
of an intrusion if they came around back as opposed to using the front
door.

To my pleasure and delight it was my new found friend Dwight.  He had
ridden one of his family's `gators' (imagine a golf cart prepared for off
roading) from his place to mine.  It was only a couple of miles and the
local police turned a blind eye to the kids driving these unlicensed
vehicles on the road unless they were misbehaving.

Dwight had put on a pair of khaki Carhartt bib overalls and had an old
white t-shirt underneath.  He was wearing above the ankle Timberland work
boots with the laces wrapped around the ankle instead of `hooked' at the
top.

He too was freshly showered and had the slightest aroma of Axe...the
teenage boy's favorite cologne.  I thought to myself at least he hasn't
used the whole bottle on himself like some of the kids. His face was
freshly scrubbed and glowing and his hair was squeaky clean.  He was
grinning ear to ear.  Had this boy been wearing blue jeans and a clean
printed t-shirt he could have been dressed for a date!



I welcomed him into the kitchen and invited him to sit down.  Figuring that
any teen boy, particularly a farm kid, would rather die than turn down
something to eat I went to the fridge, opened the door, and asked

"What'll it be?  Turkey, ham, or both?"

"Both!" he replied and I fixed him a sandwich with his desired condiments.
A tall glass of milk completed the snack

"Dwight," I said between bites of my sandwich "You know we could both get
in a lot of hot water for messing around...I want to be sure that you are
here because you want to be and not because you feel that you are being
forced."

He grinned big and said "What's the problem doc?  I mean, I'm just here to
pick up a few extra bucks by helping around the house, right?"  That he was
grinning like the cat that ate the canary and gave me a big wink let me
know that he was here on his own accord and here for fun.

I winked back at him and we finished our snack in short order.  Once we
rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher I took him into the den to
show him what I wanted done.

I try to live fairly well below my means, so I don't have massive furniture
and tens of thousands of dollars in electronics, but I did have a 37" flat
screen and a DVD player in my entertainment center, a Bose Wave radio with
CD player and a fairly extensive and eclectic collection of music.  Most of
my DVDs and music CDs were out in the open.  There was another extensive
collection behind the closed doors at the bottoms of the cabinetry.

All of this will need to be moved away from the wall and the furniture
moved to the center of the room.  This will give you plenty of room to
maneuver as well as make it easier to cover things up with a drop cloth.

There was the tiniest and briefest look of disappointment on his face and
Dwight said.

"You really DO want me to paint!"

"Of course I do...I'll pay you what its worth, there will be something to
show for your time spent here, and I'll help out when I can"

True to his good nature, he shrugged and said, "I can do this...no
problem. "

Also true to being a teen he was curious and started looking through my CD
and movie collection muttering approval occasionally and curiosity on other
occasions.

I showed him the rest of the house, deliberately skipping my spare bedroom
and the master bedroom and gave him a general idea of what I wanted done.

We returned to the den and talked a bit about what color each of us though
would look best...not to girly but something other than the plane egg shell
hue applied by the previous owners.  The room didn't really need painting
all that badly but any excuse to have this hot 15 year old boy in my house
and hopefully in my bed!

"Dwight?" I said.

He turned my way with his wavy hair and drinkable eyes sparkling."Yes Doc"

"Do me a favor and take off that t-shirt!"

He unsnapped his bibs and let the front drop to his waist.  He spread his
legs a little to keep them from falling to the floor, but not enough to
hide the fact that he was wearing dark blue boxers.  Somehow this was even
sexier than him being commando in his gym shorts.  He pulled off the
t-shirt and while reaching around to get the buckles that had fallen down
the twisting action accentuated his pectoralis major and serratus anterior
muscles.  This boy had hardly any body fat at all.  He was at the peak of
his physical appearance in my book and what a shame that most boys his age
wore loose baggy clothing hiding their delectable bodies.

I could just suck on his puffy nips all day.  The brown buds were elevated
above his chest about ¾ inches and would feel oh so wonderful between my
lips and at the tip of my tongue.

I marveled at the site of his slightly hairy arm pits and remembered the
many times I had stuck my nose in the axillae of one of my younger lovers.
When a teen boy is young, his pubic push and axillary hair are fresh
looking, thick and lustrous like freshly seeded grass...thick and vibrant.
As we men age it becomes less sexy looking in my opinion.

He was once again looking through my music and movie collections
occasionally pulling one out to give it a look.  We were just passing the
time discussing how things were much different now, with kids being able to
put thousands of songs on an iPod or Smartphone thanks to the internet.

I mentioned that "back in the old days" we had films with no sound (8 mm)
VHS (he had used them when he was a baby but no longer) but not so much was
digital and stored on a hard drive or CD somewhere.

He dropped to his knees and tried to open one of the doors to the bottom of
the entertainment center.  They were locked to his disappointment

I told him that I keep my adult type videos in there...he looked at me as
if to say `so...let's have a look!'

I showed him where I kept the key, under a figurine on the second shelf to
the right of the TV.  He opened the door and revealed dozens of VHS tapes
and nearly 100 DVDs...that was just part of what I had...the rest was
stored elsewhere.

"I know it's probably a lot more modern and even easier to store these on a
massive hard drive somewhere and just call them up...but I'm a bit old
school and actually like doing it the `old fashioned' way of actually
having to open the door of a DVD player or VCR.  How things change!

He thumbed through the VHS tapes mentioning how he had watched some movies
as a little boy on VHS tapes.  I told him that I could almost guarantee
that he had never watched movies like these as a tyke.

We chuckled at that and he continued to browse.  Eventually he came to one
simply titled "the lesson" and he pulled it from the shelf, stood up and
looked at it.

This was a homemade video as was evidenced by the plain casing and hand
written title.

"That one is quite special to me Dwight...I'm the star!"

He chuckled a little and said "Sure Doc!"

"No, really, I'm in that one" I said, taking the tape from him and turning
toward the VCR player.  I had him sit down on the couch and picked up the
remote.

After turning on the TV monitor and the VCR player, I had a seat on the
sofa next to Dwight.  I pushed play and sat back to enjoy the film.

It was quite grainy, having been recorded on a cheap video camera many
years ago, when I was 16.  It was actually recorded on Beta, transferred to
VHS.  My co-star had one of the first video cameras made available.

The scene was obviously taped with the camera on a tripod.  It was focused
on a king sized bed with light blue sheets, a couple of large overstuffed
pillow at one end.

A man in his mid-thirties crawled onto the bed completely naked and without
any body hair below his neck.  He shaved down regularly.  He was on his
hands and knees at first with his ass pointing toward the camera.  The
viewer was rewarded with a great view of his muscular, hairless ass, and
for a joke he looked over his right shoulder, reached back and pulled his
right ass cheek to the side so as to expose his asshole.  It was light
brown, crinkly, and like the rest of his body was hairless.

He gave a theatric wink to the camera and then flopped down on the
mattress, scooted back and rested his head and shoulders on the pillows.
He positioned his feet up toward his buttocks and allowed his knees to
relax to the side

"Come here boy he said to someone off screen"

Next to appear onscreen was me at age 14.  I paused the video for a second
and gave Dwight the back-story.

I hadn't watched this film in ages and it was amazing to me at how young I
looked and how delicious my body looked.  Not that I'm bragging, I was no
muscle bound stud or great looking or anything, it's just that life hadn't
aged me...my skin was smooth, my body hair full and thick and young
looking.  I too was naked and my cock was hard and leading the way.  I've
been my adult size in the cock department from about age 14, still, seeing
that cock on that body was a turn on for me. (Well, in a weird way!)

I had the "helmet" hairdo of the age...like Bobby Goldsboro, John Denver
and others...it was long enough to cover my ears, frame my face, and touch
my collar.  I had a farmer's tan too.  Pretty pale where the shirt I
usually wore outdoors covered my arms and pretty dark elsewhere.

If I'd came across a young teen that looked as good as I did back then, I'd
probably fuck me!

I knee walked up to about a foot from the man, whose name was Harvey, then
sat back on my heels.  My back erect, my hands placed on my thighs, I
looked at Harvey and asked

"What now?"

"Now begins your lesson in giving oral pleasure to a man...well, oral and
digital-you're going to use your fingers some too."

The screen showed me shaking my head up and down and saying "Okay!"

Seeing this video again brought back some wonderful memories.

Harvey was a friend of the family's and I had spent the night with him on
several occasions.  Nothing of a sexual nature had ever happened between
the two of us until very shortly before the video was made.

He was a friend of my mom's actually from her home town and had moved to
the Fort Knox area when I was about 12.  He had never married "because of
his Army career" was the story we had been told.  He was in fact a gay man
but back then being gay wasn't anything that anyone in Hardin County,
Kentucky talked about.

Truth is Harvey was deeply closeted.  He was a supply sergeant in the Army
and was a few years away from retirement.  He was in good physical
condition, was as rough and tumble and outdoorsy as any other older guy I
knew.  He was about 35 or so at the time of the video and still had a nice
body.

He had become a surrogate uncle to me as neither of my parents had
siblings.  He had been in and out of my life as long as I could remember
and would come to visit often.  My folks thought nothing at all of my going
places with him like car shows, movies, overnight camping or what have you.
Pretty much anything that a teenage boy would do with an uncle, we did.
And then one day, we did some things that are NOT usually done between
Uncles and Nephews.

I had been jacking off quite regularly by the time I was 12 and was always
sure to do it before I went anywhere with `Uncle Harv' so as to not have
the urge (as much anyway) when I was with him.  This was okay for a while
after I started shooting but as I aged it was increasingly difficult,
especially on overnights, to keep my hands off of my cock.

As time went by, I would take a bit longer in the shower or in the bathroom
whenever the urge was insurmountable and act as if nothing had gone on
whenever I exited the john and rejoined Harv.  I'm sure he knew what I was
doing, but he never once mentioned anything about it at all.  We would run
about in our underwear, me in my tighty whiteys when getting ready for bed.
He had a guest room that I considered `mine' and if we stayed at a hotel on
our road trips I always had my own bed.  What I'm saying is that we saw
each other in our skivvies but never naked.  He was very conservative that
way I guess.

Later on I would learn that it was killing him to be so close to me yet so
far away!

One day the inevitable happened.  We had gone to Opryland, now closed, a
country music theme park, in Nashville. We'd been at the park all day, rode
a lot of rides, saw a couple of shows, and had returned to our hotel room
to clean up before heading out for a late evening pizza.

I was horny as hell from seeing all of the kids my age, especially the
girls, in their shorts and tight tops.  The style of the day was an
elasticized tube top, worn braless.  For the most part these were strapless
so the girls constantly had to adjust them to avoid showing their tits.
From time to time a top would slip and some serious `nipplage' would show.
If I had the chance I'd nudge Uncle Harv to direct his attention to the
exposed titties.  He would usually just shake his head and give me a
warning to behave...usually with a wink and a smile.  I didn't know that he
was perving on the hundreds of pre-teen and teenage boys that were enjoying
the afternoon.  Truth is, I would look at the guys too, but wasn't as
comfortable then as I am now in admitting to being turned on by adolescent
males.  (Not that I take out an ad...I mean admitting it to myself)

Harv had sent me on to the room after we arrived back at the hotel.  He
said he had to take care of something at the office and would be up
shortly.  I was to go ahead and shower and get dressed so we could leave
for dinner.  I grabbed a quick shower, opened the door slightly and called
out for him.  Hearing no answer I shut the door figuring I had a few
minutes to myself for a quick jerk.

I sat on the toilet and as per my usual technique, had slid down as far as
I could on the seat, stretched out my legs and stroked my cock.  I started
out leisurely at first, getting up a head of steam so to speak.

I leaned back closing my eyes recalling sites of the nipplage, the short
tight shorts of the girls, and an occasional vision would enter my mind of
a guy or two that was particularly hot.  My cock was getting quite the
workout as I increased the speed of stroking faster and faster.  As I would
usually do, I scrunched up my face and eyes tightly as I neared my climax.

I hadn't closed the bathroom door as well as I thought because the second I
started blasting my boy cream across the bathroom Uncle Harv pushed the
door open saying

"Kevin, put a move on...Jesus Christ!" He nearly choked.

I couldn't do anything but rise up off of the commode, my tool still
spitting out gobs of cum.  I know I must have turned a zillion shades of
red as did Uncle Harv.

We both stood there looking at each other me with fear in my eyes, Uncle
Harv with a look of...well, joy/humor/ amusement...I don't know exactly.  I
just knew he didn't look pissed off.

I started to stammer..." I, I, I'm s s s s sorry!"

Uncle Harv said "Sorry for what?  Being a horny teenager?  I figured you
were spanking your monkey every time you got...all guys do it!"

He grabbed a towel off of the rack, chucked it at my face laughing and
said..."Clean the jizz offa the walls before it dries!" and at that he
turned and walked out of the doorway and into the room proper.

I did as instructed and put on my jockey shorts and went back into the
sleeping area of the hotel room.

"Uncle Harv" I stammered "don't tell Mom or Dad!"

"Now why would I do a damned fool thing like that?" he replied in a joking
manner.  "We're both guys, we both get horny, we both jack off..."

"You jack off?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course...you see any wimmin living with me?"  He replied...still
keeping his secret close to the vest.

"I jack off nearly every day" he said..."except when you're around...I
don't want you catching me or anything."

"Guess that idea is all shot to hell now!"

At that, we snorted, then giggled, and within a minute were sharing a belly
laugh like we often did when together.

Uncle Harv took a quick shower and in fifteen minutes we were out the door
and heading to a local pizza place for a fairly late supper.  We had no
place in particular to be in the morning, the drive back home was about a
three hour trip up I-65 so it didn't really matter what time we returned
because we'd head back in the morning.

On the drive back, Uncle Harv was sort of quiet and I asked him if he was
mad at me.

"Hell no kiddo!"  he exclaimed "I'm not mad at all...why would I be mad at
you for doing something that comes naturally and that every guy I've ever
know of did...a LOT...at one time or another.  It's not something you take
an ad out in the paper and tell the whole world about, but it's not
something to be ashamed of either."

"I just get so horny sometimes...my thing get's hard without me wanting it
to and I get so embarrassed"



Uncle Harv said "Unless you want to sound like a five year old...don't call
it a thing...it's a dick, a cock, a penis, pecker, tool...just don't say
`thing' or you'll definitely be made fun of."

We chuckled at that a little bit too.

"You never did answer why you were so quiet."

Uncle Harvey said "I was just thinking about when I was your age and how
often I would jack off...seems like a hundred times a day sometimes."

I giggled at that a second.

"How often do you do it now?" I asked

"Not that it's any of your business, but sometimes none, sometimes two or
three times a week, and occasionally more than that."

"I guess when you've been to the NCO club and see all those pretty ladies
are the days you do it more than three."

He got quiet again and looked away from me, out the left window.

"Did I say anything wrong?"

"No, champ, you didn't."  He replied softly "It's just that the ladies at
the NCO club don't do much for me."

I had heard Uncle Harvey, Mom and Dad talking about the club and how at
times it could be sleazy and that Harvey should be careful.

"I guess some of the ladies are pretty trashy" I said, hoping to continue
the conversation.

"Yeah, that's right" he said and turned on the radio.  I took this as a
clue that he was done talking.

We got back to the hotel room and I realized how exhausted I was.  I
brushed my teeth, stripped down to my jockey shorts and got in bed.  It
seemed to me that Uncle Harv was paying a little bit more attention to me
as I undressed tonight than ever before.

He did his nightly ritual too, stripped down to his boxers and climbed in
his bed too.  He was on his side, facing my bed, and adjusted his covers by
lifting them up to where I could see his chest and I swear I saw his pecker
through the fly of his briefs.  He did this a couple more times and the
third time I was absolutely sure I saw his cock.

I sprang a boner immediately upon that realization, closed my eyes tightly
and, as Uncle Harv turned out the light and said "goodnight Kev" I was
trying to recall exactly how his cock looked as it peaked out of his white
boxers.

I'm not exactly sure of what time it was, but I had the sensation that the
room was getting cooler.  With my eyes still closed I reached out my right
arm quickly in order to grab the covers and pull them up more tightly
around my upper body.

I awakened fully within a millisecond as my hand made contact with Uncle
Harvey's thigh.  Although he moved away quickly I could see that he had
been standing next to the bed. The room was lit dimly by light from the
parking lot coming around the curtains.  He had his boxers off and his hand
wrapped around his cock stroking it for all he was worth.

"I'm sorry Kevin...I'm really sorry."

Now whose turn was it to say something consoling?



"Uncle Harv...what the?" I was stammering, still half asleep, confused, and
my cock was solid steel.

Uncle Harv blurted out "I've taken all I can Kev...it's killing me being
around you all the time and keeping my hands to myself...God...I'm such a
fool...forgive me...don't tell your folks!"

I was fully awake now and taking in what Uncle Harv was saying...killing
him being around me...hands to himself?

My God! I though...he's queer!  No wonder he doesn't talk about having a
girlfriend.  No wonder he never mentions any of the hot chicks we've seen
when out just the two of us.

I mind was racing about a zillions miles a second when it came to me
... "So what?  He's still Uncle Harv"...the guy who I've been close to
forever and the guy who is the best adult friend any guy could have.

"Hey," I said... "It's okay."

"NO! It isn't OK! He practically shouted at me.  "You're the kid of my best
friends and you caught me jacking off while looking at you in your
underwear...how can that be okay?"

"Uncle Harv... You're one of the coolest and best dudes I know. "

By now, he'd settled down a bit and sat on the side of his bed, facing me.
I was sitting on the side of my bed as well.  He had his face in the palm
of his hands and his elbows propped on his knees.  I turned the bedside
light on and he looked up.

I looked over at him and saw that his cock was still hard and was leaking
pre-cum.

To lighten the mood some, I said to him "looks like your `thing' has sprung
a leak"

His jaw dropped and he took a deep intake of breath, almost a gasp, and
then let out the biggest laugh I'd heard from him in a long while.  This
broke the tension a bit and I stood up and stepped across the tiny space
between the two beds.  My intention was to lean over and give him a hug but
what happened was that his head turned toward my crotch at the same moment
my crotch approached his body.  This resulted in my still stiff dick
punching him right in the mouth.

I heard a groan from him, he stood up, his steel hard member still
protruding through the fly of his shorts and he grabbed me in a bear hug.

"Kev" he said in a near whisper in my ear "do you know what it is I'm
saying to you?"

"I think you're saying that you like guys more than women?"

"That's right...your mom and dad suspect, but we don't really talk about
it"

I held my embrace with my beloved Uncle Harv and whispered in his ear "I
think I like both guys and girls too.  I get hard in the locker room; I get
hard when I see the cheerleaders.  I even have gotten hard when I see you
standing in your boxers and your shaved body.  ...what do you say about
that?"

He released his tight grip but didn't remove his arms. He backed his head
away from me and looked me straight in the eyes.

Then he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.  It wasn't a forceful kiss
with his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, but a tender, soft, slightly
sucking kiss that made me feel like I was going to faint.

I returned the kiss as best as I knew how...having never kissed anyone in a
romantic way at all.

Both of our cocks got stiffer, if that's possible, and Uncle Harv dropped
to his knees and in the same motion had his hands on the waist band of my
jockey's and in a flash they were down at my ankles and his mouth had
engulfed my cock.

As I've mentioned, I'd been jacking off nearly every day for a couple of
years by the time of the episode in the hotel room.  If it were possible to
gather all of the good sensations from all of my previous jacking off
sessions they MIGHT... just MAYBE equal the sensation I had from my dick
being in the warm, wet, sucking confines of Uncle Harvey's mouth.

My cock was enveloped in his warm oral cavern, bathed in saliva, and being
treated to rapid swirls of his tongue lapping at the sides and head,
seemingly all at once.  Within a minute I was ready to bust my nut and told
Uncle Harv so.  He withdrew his mouth long enough to look up at me and with
pleading eyes said

"Give it to me Kev...give me your cream!"

And so I did.

The rest of the night was spent with me lying next to Uncle Harv, his arm
across my shoulder, my head on his chest and both of us talking about what
had happened, him being homosexual, his feelings for me over the years and
how it would be a disaster should my parents ever know.

Like I was going to ruin this!

I don't have an explanation, but that what we had done might be considered
wrong by some or queer by others didn't really matter to me.  All I knew
was that I was crazy about Uncle Harvey and would never want to see him in
trouble and that what he had done to me was beyond anything I'd ever
experienced.  I was certain about one thing...I wanted MORE!

We packed up and on the way home chatted about what would come next.  We
both agreed that for me to spend that night with him would be out of the
ordinary and we didn't want to attract attention.

He dropped me off at my house, came in and chatted with Mom and Dad just as
usual.  I went up to my room, closed and locked the door, stripped off my
clothes and beat my meat cumming within a minute.  I was trying to invent
ways to get together with Uncle Harv ASAP and repeat the experience.

It was about a two weeks before we could get together again.  There was a
gun show in Louisville at the Fairgrounds that I had wanted to go to.
Uncle Harv and I decided that we'd go and stay in town at a hotel with a
pool under the guise of me being able to enjoy swimming.  We wanted our
story to be plausible and we didn't want to outright lie to my parents.

We did go to the gun show, breezed through it staying just long enough to
actually check out some of the historical military weapons on display and
then high tailed it to the hotel.

Once in the room we through our overnight bags on one of the beds, Uncle
Harv turned to me and gave me a big hug and gentle kiss.

I kissed him back and told him that I wanted to learn how to suck his cock
and make him feel as good as he had made me feel.

He said "I've been thinking about that...I'd like to show you how to make
love to a man with your mouth." (Remember that this was the mid seventies
and HIV wasn't on the scene then) Oral sex is the way most guys start
fooling around with each other and if you want to be known as a stud...you
gotta be able to work the mouth and tongue.

"I have another idea...remember the video camera I bought last
month...Let's film the proceedings!"



This was just enough of a radical idea that I was pumped up about doing it.

He went to the care, brought in the equipment and set it up.  He instructed
me well, as I've used his techniques frequently when I had time, with a new
lover, and have never had any complaints.

Bringing my mind back to the present I turned to Dwight and asked him if he
was ready.  Turns out this was a silly question as his right hand was
stuffed down under his bibs and I could see him rubbing his cock and balls.

"Doc..." he asked.

"Is this really a `how to' video?"

"In a way I guess it is...it shows me taking instructions from Uncle Harv
as I give my first blowjob.  Do you want to watch it?  I have others."

"No...I mean Yes, I want to watch it, but I'm wondering if, like maybe, I
could just do to you what you're doing to him on the screen...I mean I
would just see what's happening in the vid and do it to you...if that's
okay."

Hmmm...let me see...a hot as hell 15 year old farm boy giving me a blowjob
while watching a video of me at age 14 taking instructions in giving
blowjobs.

Does the expression `FUCK YES!' seem like an appropriate response?

Onscreen, uncle Harv was leaning back against the headboard with his knees
pulled up, legs spread and crotch exposed.

Dwight said "Doc...you'd better assume the position!"

I said I'd better get undressed too!

I stood up and kicked off my sneakers and pulled off my shorts, tossing
them aside.

Dwight stood up to strip and I said

"Hold on...would you mind keeping the bibs on?  Something about them makes
me really horny."

"Sure doc!" came his agreeable reply.

We determined that in order for him to see the screen it would be best if I
laid down on the floor and he could glance over at the screen for cues.

I tossed a few pillows down on the carpeted floor, grabbed the remote and
positioned myself in as close a replication of what was on the screen as I
could muster.

It was bizarre hearing Uncle Harv's voice (he had passed away tragically
after a brief illness when I was in my mid twenties) giving me instructions
and having Dwight perform said actions on me taking Uncle Harv's place.

Dwight had positioned himself between my knees.  I did allow him to take of
his Timberland boots and his socks.  He had very slender feet and long
toes.  There were just a few dark hairs on the tops of his feet, and they
were sexy as hell.  I don't really have a foot fetish, but I told myself
that one of these days I was gonna suck on those toes!

I resumed the video and soon we were hearing the very clear and specific
instructions my Uncle Harv was giving me so long ago.

"Never be in a hurry Kev," he continued.  "Remember that it is the pleasure
of your partner that you're after...you're not in a race."

Following the voiced instructions and glancing at the screen from time to
time, Dwight stroked the inside of my thighs lightly.  It was a definite
turn on for me to look at the screen and see my 14 year old self stroking
the hairless thighs of my `uncle' and having Dwight, farm boy deluxe,
caress the my inner thighs using the fingertips of his calloused hands
lightly on the sensitive between my legs.

From knee to crotch, mimicking as best he could the movements I was
performing, Dwight ran his fingertips lightly, first one leg then the
other, approaching but never touching my rapidly hardening cock.

"Now, just barely run your fingers up and down the length of my dick and
across my ball sack" I heard the disembodied voice of my first lover."

Dwight took his index finger of his right hand and with a feather like
stroke tickled my cock from its base to its tip and back.  He then used the
palmar side of the fingers of his left hand and lifted my balls gently and
then releasing them to hang down in their natural state, softly and slowly
touched my sac.  I gave a "hmmm...feels good" to encourage my teen tryst.

"Now take the palms of your hands and touch my lower belly above my cock
and make tiny circles with your fingertips around my lower abdomen and
across my hips and down the outer parts of my thighs."

Dwight did so...it was incredibly hot seeing the look of rapt attention he
was giving to my body.  Combined with the sexiness of seeing this very fit
farm boy, shirtless wearing bib overalls as he intently concentrated on the
instructions of how to make a male lover feel wonderful.

"Notice that you're not paying much attention to my cock at this
point...the object is to gradually increase the sensations your partner is
experiencing so when you do actually concentrate on the cock it is
incredible" came Uncle Harvey's soft and warm voice.

Dwight had a serious look on his face, his mouth screwed up a little and
the tip of his tongue pressed tightly against the corner of his mouth...he
was really getting into the `making your partner feel good' aspect of this
and wanted to do it right.

And he was!

The sensations of his hands massaging my thighs and abdomen, rubbing
lightly against my skin combined with hearing Uncle Harv's voice and seeing
my 14 year old self performing on Uncle Harvey what Dwight was doing to me
was beyond description.  I murmured my appreciation from time to time and
told him that he was doing a great job.

The scene on the monitor switched to me taking Uncle Harvey's cock in hand
and stroking it up and down.  Dwight had an enraptured look on his face and
was clearly enjoying both the show on the screen and the scene in front of
him.

From time to time, with whichever hand wasn't occupied with my cock, he
would reach in under his bibs and give his own turgid member a few strokes
and massage his own balls.  I thought my eyeballs would jump off track I
was moving them so fast back and forth between the hot as hell teen boy
between my legs and the screen and back.

Uncle Harv's voice said "Now, let my cock go and lean forward and blow
gently on my dick and balls like you're blowing out a candle, just not as
hard."

I felt my dick plop back against my stomach as Dwight complied.  Soon I was
feeling the slightest of breezes against my groin.  He was blowing a gentle
current of hot breath against my dick, around my ball sack, on my pubic
hair, my inner thighs...all over my crotch.  The feeling was intense and
was driving me wild.

Knowing what was coming next made the whole thing that much better.  Dwight
was so compliant with the instructions being given to me on the screen I
had no doubt that he would carry through exactly as told.

"Now, grasp my dick with just your thumb and first two fingers at the
bottom and point it upward.  Lick on the tip the way you'd lick on an ice
cream cone."

This Dwight did to my great satisfaction.

"Now, once it's good and wet with your spit from your tongue, purse your
lips like you're going to whistle, but real lose, and put the tip between
your lips, but not past your tongue."

Again my rural lover boy did as he was told.  (I was, by this time
wondering if I may have a budding submissive on my hands and if perhaps one
day I would show him my guest room...but I'm getting off track here!)

"Now, suck on it just barely but let a bunch of spit gather between your
lips and the tip of my cock. ...good boy, now take the tip of your tongue
and softly stab at the head of my dick with a combination of licks and
swirls"

I remember this part not making much sense when I heard it the first time.
As I looked up at the screen which now clearly showed me, on my knees with
my naked ass in the air, Uncle Harv's stiff pecker in my mouth with me
licking on it like the rounded end of a Tootsie Roll Pop, I remembered that
doing to his cock as I would do the end of a tootsie roll pop was how I
finally figured out what he meant.

At this point, I actually said to Dwight, taking over the instruction for a
second..."suck and lick on it like you would a tootsie roll pop" I could
see the light bulb flash in his head and he immediately gave the tip of my
dick the treatment Uncle Harv was trying to describe.

"Now open your mouth and let my cock go into your mouth...NO TEETH!  Cover
your teeth with your lips!...like this!"

I looked at the screen in time to see my 14 year old self look up at Uncle
Harv as he demonstrated covering his teeth with his lips.

Dwight opened wide, having covered his lips, and I had that oh so wonderful
sensation that a guy gets whenever his cock gets buried in a hot wet mouth.

Instead of just taking the tip in as the instruction from the screen
described, Dwight engulfed about half of my cock in one quick motion.

He didn't need to hear the rest of this section of the instructional
video...he had the up and down, keep it soaking in spit, use your tongue to
tickle part of cock sucking down pat.  I guess he had figured out what I
was doing to him this morning and didn't need a reminder.

I moaned and murmured softly from time to time to show Dwight that what he
was doing was feeling great.

We kept pace with the video fairly well.  After a couple of minutes of me
watching me give Uncle Harv a BJ and me watching Dwight with his dark wavy
hair bob up and down on my pecker I heard the voice say...

"GREAT JOB KEV!...now for the advanced course."

I was absolutely shaking with anticipation.

"Take your head off of my dick...put your index finger in your mouth and
get it really wet. "

The filmed me did...the real life Dwight did

I watched the screen intently as Uncle Harv lifted his knees toward his
head exposing his asshole.

Unknown to me at that time, Uncle Harv had pre-lubed his ass.  I had not
and wasn't worried too much.  I used a vibrator on my own asshole enough
that it would dilate well without too much lube.

Now, spit on my asshole and put your finger inside.

I did on the screen.  Dwight did in real time and I felt the long strong
index finger of Dwight invade my ass as I watched my finger disappearing
into Uncle Harv's ass on the screen.

"Move it in and out like a sawing motion...you can feel a knot
inside...toward my dick...now rub on that a bit" Uncle Harv instructed.

The moan of pleasure released from my mouth coincided with the moan of
pleasure that I vividly remember coming from Uncle Harv's mouth as his, and
my own, prostate was massaged.

"Put your mouth back on my dick and get back to sucking!"

Dwight and I both complied...

By now, I was ready to explode...and so was Uncle Harvey.

"keep sucking, keep moving your finger in and out and don't forget to rub
that knot" came the increasingly breathy voice of my Uncle Harv.

Dwight was in a trance...he was bobbing his head up and down on my dick,
sucking gently at times and intensely at others, occasionally swiping his
tongue along the shaft or head of my penis.  I remember doing the same to
my uncle.

Knowing that soon Uncle Harv was going to explode his cum into my mouth
brought me to the edge with Dwight.

A mutual "Hear it comes!" was heard...one voice, long gone and my own
shouted out the same time.



Dwight had made the decision, as I had long ago, that if the person who
could first suck my cock could take my cum in his mouth, then it was okay
to do the same.

With Dwight continuing his up and down motion on my cock, and the in and
out motion of his finger in my ass, and me doing the same on the screen, I
came like I hadn't in a long while.

Volley after volley of my cum came bursting from the end of my dick and
Dwight didn't miss a beat.  He kept his mouth tightly closed around my cock
and sucked softly until I was dry.

At this point, the video stopped.

Dwight sat back on his heels, mouth closed, then he moved up to lie beside
me...I was breathing as if I had run a marathon.

He had positioned himself so he was eye to eye with me.  He leaned over and
put his sweet lips on mine.  I immediately opened my mouth, expecting a
tongue.

What I got was a mouthful of my own cum.  We swapped this back and forth
for a moment, and after a short while, we both swallowed about half of my
load.

I said to Dwight "that was 100% unbelievably incredible"

"thanks" came his reply..."I learned about that cum swapping stuff online."

I was hoping that he would be willing to learn much more.



End part II

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Dwight: Chapter 3-The Bedroom