Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2018 15:41:26 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie and Uncle George 100

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This story is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual
interactions between a teenager, his uncle and other males.

In fantasyland, sexual transmitted diseases don't exist. In real life, play
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Special thanks to "Fred" for his encouragement and occasional input to this
story.



Jamie and Uncle George


Chapter 100

1983

It was a bright morning in the South of France. Jamie woke up in his
uncle's bed as he often did, putting one arm to the side to feel the heat
from his uncle's hairy body. It was a sort of morning ritual and during the
weekends and on those weekdays when they had plenty of time, he knew that
the touch of his warm hands would result in a heavy love-making session,
bringing both of them to heaven. Uncle George loved to wash him afterwards
and dry him from time to time too. It was something he had often done in
the last ten years. Yes, ten wonderful, spectacular years had passed since
he said goodbye to his childhood in Scotland and moved into his uncle's
home not far from Nice.

Uncle George was not in bed this morning. He had already made breakfast and
was now chasing up his nephew. "Hurry up, Jamie. The taxi will be here in
forty-five minutes. Take a shower, while I will look out your clothes."

The naked young man, with his morning erection on full display, got out of
bed, put his arms around his uncle and kissed him. "What would I do without
you?" he whispered.

"Well, from tomorrow you have to find out," was his uncle's very direct
answer.

With a croissant in his one hand and some orange juice in the other, the
young man hurried to the bathroom. Uncle George smiled, but had some tears
in his eyes when he saw his nephew and sometimes lover running off to
prepare for a new stage in both their lives.

Coming out from the bathroom dripping wet, George understood that Jamie
wanted some comfort so he took the towel and started to dry him, a bit
harder than usual. With the towel rubbing on his bum, his balls and his
erect cock, Jamie closed his eyes and moaned. "Please suck me, Uncle. I'm
dripping and need a quickie."

"You need a spank," George said and used one hand rather hard on Jamie's
buttocks, "but I shouldn't spank a person with a Masters degree in
International Law, should I? Even if he behaves like the kid he still is in
my eyes!"

Jamie had managed to cool down and George watched as he started to
dress. "Why don't you put on some decent underwear?" he asked when Jamie
was putting on a pair of white mini-briefs with a very childish pattern.

"Because when you see me today at the university, I want you to think of
the 13-year old lad you first met at my sister's wedding Š remember?"

Yes, George remembered the day as he looked at the young man now taking a
very stylish dark grey suit from the wardrobe. The suit had been made by
their tailor friend, Wynn Morgan. Jamie didn't complain when he was asked
to come many times for checking while the suit was being made. Jamie always
left with a new pair of sexy underwear, to be tried on before he left the
tailor's shop of course.  Jamie was smiling when his uncle helped him with
the tie.

"You chose to wear this for Scotland?" George asked when he tied his own
silk tie with a thistle design around Jamie's neck.

"No, I wear it for you," Jamie said and kissed his uncle again.

***


Accompanied by some very formal music the students came down the stairs
into the auditorium, wearing their graduation gowns and caps, knowing that
they could now add a degree on their CV. Over the next hour they would all
receive their diplomas to end their studies at Universitˇ de Nice Sophia
Antipolis.

Jamie was one of the youngest to qualify as a Master in International Law
this year. He sat in the front row, beside Justin who had been a close
friend for most of the period he had lived in France.

"I hope Mum would have been proud," Jamie thought as he looked around the
vast hall. She had accepted an invitation for the event with her new
husband, Louis, but Jamie could not see either of them among the
guests. His mother, Moira, had never really accepted having a queer
son. She had told him that one time when he tried to talk to her about his
happy life as a gay teenager in France.

"You have a hangover today, baby?" Justin whispered without turning his
head to look at his mate who blushed slightly. Jamie was not fond of his
mate using that word, but Justin has teased him with it for years after he
heard Anders using the expression during a threesome they'd had together.

Jamie remembered the day about six years ago when Justin arrived on the
farm wanting to surprise him with his new car.  Anders and Jamie had been
there alone, enjoying a nude tanning session by the pool. When Justin
sneaked around the corner and found the naked pair kissing, he was the one
to get a surprise. However he simply said, "Why didn't you phone and tell
me it was a day for outdoor sex?" Jamie smiled when he recalled how Justin
had stripped and asked, "Can I join in?" That was the first, but not the
last, time Justin, Anders and Jamie had a threesome together.

"We have been friends for nearly ten years," Jamie realised. He had met
Justin at school during his first year in France and they had been close
friends ever since, even though Justin was more than a year older. Justin
had taken a gap year off so that they could start university at the same
time. As mates they had shared almost everything, even having sex together
on many occasions, but Jamie had never told Justin about his sexual
relationship with Uncle George.  They had never regarded themselves as
boyfriends. "I met Sture a short time after meeting Justin and knew he was
the one for me, even though we lived very far apart at the time," Jamie
recalled.

Justin had been his closest friend while at university. They studied the
same subjects, and Justin was very much like Jamie. They enjoyed the
parties and had good friendships with both girls and boys, even though both
of them accepted they were gay and enjoyed sex with men whenever they got
the opportunity. Now the pair were about to end their education together,
but their friendship would hopefully go on forever.

Jamie looked round again to see his guests at the back of the hall. They
were all there, all the people that meant a lot to him. "Nearly all," he
was thinking of his mother not present. But then just moments before the
ceremony was about to start he saw his mother enter the auditorium together
with her new husband.

"Your mum likes to make a dramatic entrance on every occasion," Jamie's
father had said some years ago. "It is still true," Jamie thought, but
happy that she was here today. It had been a big surprise for Jamie when
his parents split up, and again when he heard that his mother had found a
much younger boyfriend shortly afterwards. That relationship didn't last
and she later met and married an older man.

Jamie had never told Uncle George that he'd had sex his mother's lover and
now husband on a trip to Brussels. It had only happened once and neither of
them had mentioned it on future meetings but it was something both of them
remembered with pleasure.

Jamie looked from his mother to his father. Andy, still a very good-looking
man of 53, smiled at his son. Andy was very proud of Jamie, and very happy
that his brother George had given his son so many opportunities. He was
even more happy that George had helped Jamie through his teenage awakening
and given him the ability to choose his life as a gay youngster. George and
Jamie together had even awakened Andy's own homosexuality and Andy was a
very happy man these days. Jamie did not know but assumed that the two
brothers had been in bed together the night after Andy arrived in
Nice. Jamie had found many photos of himself, even many nude and sexually
explicit ones, sitting on his uncle's bedside table the following
morning. Then he remembered that one of his dad's dirty habits was to look
at pictures of him naked while George sucked him off.

Beside Andy sat Jamie's sister and her husband Bobby. His sister had been
almost as disapproving as his mother when she learned he was gay, but never
used harsh words. Jamie though was very happy when he thought about her
wedding, the place where he met his Uncle George and the event which
resulted in him moving to France. And if Bobby hadn't been the hot stallion
he was, she would not have been pregnant so fast, and Jamie might have been
in their care when his mum moved to Brussels after the split with his dad.

Bobby was a very good sportsman and Jamie liked him. He had gone swimming
and occasionally to five-a-side football with Bobby many times before the
marriage. Jamie never really understand why Bobby always wanted to shower
with him after the sport and why he always managed to get Jamie hard when
he dried him before they put their clothes back on. But since Bobby always
had a towel around his semi-hard dick, it was a true fact that Uncle George
was the first adult Jamie had seen with an erection.

Photos! Henri was on the guest list as well. Jamie smiled when he saw his
uncle's friend taking pictures. The 48-year old bar manager looked really
stunning today in a dramatic black outfit. He was using two cameras, and
was in heaven at events like this. But Henri's real passion was taking nude
photos, and filming with an 8mm camera. Jamie could not count the number of
times he had posed nude for Henri. Jamie was not a person who was in love
with his own pictures, but he was a great performer and loved taking part
in some homemade gay porn.

Feeling himself leaking pre-cum, Jamie was happy that he had worn a very
dark grey suit today. If Henri had been in his bar and seen him tenting his
trousers as he was now, he would have begged George for permission to take
Jamie upstairs for relief. Henri had never been involved in anal sex with
Jamie but they shared one kink - a love of `golden showers.' He hadn't done
much in recent years but when he was younger Jamie saw it as innocent
entertainment. Kneeling in front of a grown-up man, taking his piss in his
mouth or being showered in piss was quite different from love-making but it
was fun and a turn-on for Jamie.

Uncle George winked at Jamie. He was afraid that his boy's mind was too far
away from the event in the auditorium. But Jamie was there okay. He winked
back and smiled at his well-built 56-year old uncle and lover. The man
behind George was Jamie's oldest friend Michel, the wine merchant and a
business partner of George. Michel was one big smile today. He, along with
his uncle, had taught Jamie to be a passionate lover, not just a teenager
in a hurry to spunk off. Michel had moved out from his apartment some weeks
ago, and now the redecorated apartment was waiting for Jamie and his
boyfriend. Jamie smiled when thinking of this arrangement. Michel's
apartment was only a few streets away from Uncle George's cafe-bar so they
would continue to see each other often.

The speeches had started. Jamie should have listened more carefully,
because he was chosen to be the one student who would address the
university at the end. "The only person who speaks both French and English
fluently, with or without clothes," was Justin's comment when he told Jamie
that he had suggested him for the honour.

The situation in the auditorium was of course very formal, and Jamie knew
his job. He received his diploma and he applauded his mates and fellow
students as they received theirs.

But nobody knew, not even Justin, that Jamie had a throbbing hard-on inside
his childish briefs and that he was leaking pre-cum. What made him so
horny? Well, looking at his chosen guests again he had to admit to himself
that he'd had sex with many of them. Even the thought made him blush again.

Jamie could tell that the event in the auditorium was coming to the end,
and that he would soon be called upon to speak. He was not nervous, this
was in a way his arena now and he knew he could do it well. But just now
his eyes were filled with tears, heavy tears. He almost couldn't see the
people around him. Then Justin's hand was there. His handkerchief was far
from clean, but Jamie had no problem with his mate's well-meant gesture.

"Why am I crying? This is one of the happiest days of my life." Jamie
lectured himself, and he calmed down.

He had been looking at the people who represented the happiest years in his
life. The summers, the weekends, the holidays and all the other visits at
the farm had been a fairytale. Even though he liked Nice, school and
university, staying at the farm with Uncle George, Anders, Gom and their
close neighbour Josef had been his real family life. He had worked on the
farm, he had played nude there, he had grown up at the farm, and above all
he'd had the hottest, most loving and sexiest moments of his love life at
the farm.

Now they all were here for him. Anders, some twenty years older than him,
had become like an older brother. A few days earlier as he started packing
his belongings, Jamie had said to Anders, "I have loved you dearly since
the very first day I met you."

Anders was afraid of the very serious words. He just kissed Jamie and said,
"Whatever happens, you will always be a part of me." Anders had smiled at
him, and so did Gom. They seemed to understand that Jamie was worried about
losing their close friendship when he moved into Nice with Sture. Anders
answered the situation by putting his arms around Gom and then Jamie - a
sign that nothing would change between them. Jamie understood, smiled at
them and relaxed.

Jamie had never seen his friends from the farm dressed like this. Anders
had a superb summer suit, and Gom had put on a Vietnamese-style
jacket. They looked like princes in Jamie's eyes, the princes he had made
love with more often than anybody else but Sture and his Uncle
George. Anders had brought him to heaven with his beautiful cock many times
and Gom, the superb sucker had been the only person to have taken Jamie's
cock over the years.

Jamie suddenly thought of the summer when Gom went back to Vietnam, and
Anders was told that the kid would not return because his family there
wanted to put him in a factory to earn money for them. His parents in
Marseille had not done anything to get Gom back. Jamie had never seen
Anders so upset. In the end he took the long flight to Vietnam, paid the
family some money and brought Gom home. Some might say that he bought the
boy, but Gom was a French citizen and had always lived in France. Jamie
knew that he still had very warm feelings for Anders, despite his love for
Sture.

Behind Anders and Gom, and a bit stressed it seemed, sat Josef and his
nephew Yanis. Yanis had lived on the farm with Josef since his parents died
in Morocco five years earlier. He was four years older than Jamie and had
become a good summer mate over the years since his first visit almost nine
years ago. None of the adults discovered all the things they got up to in
the barn and in the woods when Jamie, Gom and Omar had some free time
together. Josef had seen them in the barn once and his comment was rather
direct. "Stop fucking like rabbits! Do your work instead." Like other
teenagers they formed a strong bond and the three were still close.

Jamie looked across at Sture who was sitting beside his Uncle George. Sture
smiled at him and Jamie couldn't help grinning back.

After receiving a nudge from Justin, Jamie turned his attention back to the
stage. He was waiting to be called to the rostrum to give his speech on
behalf of the students. He wondered why another man had been called
up. "Monsieur Rupert from the Dˇpartement de Commerce will give a
speech," the speaker announced.

The noble gentleman rose and made a rather short speech both in French and
English. "Every year," he went on, "the ministry gives a special award to
one of the new Masters in this city. This year we have decided to give a
student from this university the award for his excellent thesis."

"Master James Finlay MacDonald, will you please rise and come to the
rostrum to receive the medal for your thesis : "France's challenges in
trade with Indo-China." In addition to the medal, there is a prize is
50.000 francs, to be used for further studies at your own discretion."

Jamie rose, but could not move. Then he heard from his mate and helper
beside him. "Come on, baby. Go up and strip for them." Jamie had to smile
at Justin before making his way to the stage. He received the applause, he
made his speech, and even managed to add in some words about his unexpected
prize. And like any good actor he thanked the persons who had given him the
opportunity to be in this role today, his family and friends. "And above
all," he said, "I have to thank my dear Uncle, George MacDonald, who
brought me to this beautiful city in this wonderful country."

Further applause followed and everyone stood up. Jamie's eyes went first to
his mother, then his eyes searched for the young blond man standing very
close to his uncle, smiling and wiping some tears away from his eyes.

***


After a short reception at the University, Jamie and his uncle went off to
the apartment above the cafˇ-bar. The reception had been very
nice. There had been a lot of people, even some from newspapers, who wanted
to talk Jamie about his prize. But Jamie had been eager to get away. The
flattery was nice but he had other matters on his mind. So Uncle George
asked Andy to take care of all the invited guests until it was time to
gather for a late lunch reception in Le Chantecler at Hotel Negresco .

"Come here, Jamie love. We have almost two hours before we have to be at
the Negresco. Now we need a rest."

"A rest? Are you kidding? Or maybe just growing old, Uncle?"  Jamie
answered with a grin.

He was standing in front of his uncle, nearly as tall as him now, and
looking into his eyes. "Please strip me, Uncle George. Strip me all the way
and do whatever you want with me. I can't wait any longer. My cock has been
hard and leaking for ages."

George did not hurry. He removed Jamie's graduation gown, his jacket, his
shirt and tie, his shoes and socks and then his trousers. In the sunlight
from the window George saw the beauty in front of him wearing nothing but
mini-briefs. He also saw the young man's proud erection. "He is a leftie,
like his father," he thought, as if this was the first time he had
noticed. The front of the young man's underwear was all wet. "Soaking wet,"
George said, admiring Jamie's hairless, well-defined upper body. He
caressed Jamie's nipples, then tugged them rather hard. Jamie now had the
body of a young sportsman, as a result of his training with the
university's swim team.

George went down on his knees, using his mouth and nose to lick and smell
the youngster's pre-cum. "I nearly erupted in the auditorium thinking of
all the sex I'd had with many of the guys who were looking on," Jamie
said. "I was very close to spunking in my trousers without touching my
cock, and I haven't done that for a while."

George smiled as he stripped Jamie of his last piece of clothing. Now his
nephew was standing before him totally naked, with his beautiful cock - not
a very thick cock but now 6 inches (15 cm) long - fully displayed with his
foreskin stretched back. He was clean shaven, no pubic hair today. "Anders
must have done that yesterday since Sture only arrived from Cannes this
morning. I guess Jamie got a farewell fuck from Anders too," he thought.

George ran his fingers over the shaved pubic area, the clean cockshaft and
the balls. Then when his fingers sought out Jamie's arsecrack, he found
that there wasn't a hair there either. "You look almost like that thirteen
year old I first met, Jamie love. You have a bigger stiffy now, but in my
eyes you are the same lovely boy today." George took hold of Jamie's
rock-hard cock and pulled Jamie's foreskin fully back, hard because he knew
Jamie could take it without hurting. Jamie whimpered and dripped pre-cum
down to the floor. Then Uncle George was there, pleasuring him all the way,
licking and sucking this wonder of a cock while playing with his hard and
still rather small balls. After a few moments he put his hands around
Jamie's butt and took the cock all the way into his mouth.

In less than a minute, Jamie cried out. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Jamie
filled his uncle's mouth with spunk, seven or eight eruptions. Uncle George
rose and gave Jamie his mouth. Together they shared the young man's white
fluid as they had often done in the past.

"I have to piss," Jamie said. "You want to come with me?"

"Not today, son. I want to get out of these formal clothes."

Coming out from the bathroom, Jamie found Uncle George lying fully naked on
the bed, his huge cock stiff as a teenager's. "I want you to fuck me,"
George said.

"Fuck you? I have never fucked you, Uncle," said Jamie.

"No, I don't want your cock in my arse and you should know that. I want you
to ride me. I want you to do the job. I want you to fuck me harder than you
ever done. I want your arse-muscles to squeeze my dick and milk my balls,
and I want to look at your beautiful face all the time."

"You want to prepare me?" Jamie asked, climbing onto the bed and placing
his arsehole so that his uncle could rim him. When George's tongue was
inside his hole, Jamie started to moan. He bent forward to suck his uncle's
huge cockhead. Some minutes later he moved round and then lowered himself
onto the huge cock. He paused for a second with the cockhead touching his
pink pucker and then, with a loud scream, he pushed down and impaled
himself on the thick 8 inch (20 cm) cock in a single movement.

Jamie paused for a moment with the cock buried deep inside him and then he
began to move slowly up and down. His strokes gradually became longer and
then he started to ride his uncle's cock hard and fast. Occasionally he
would stop and use his arse muscles to wank the huge cock. The best
technique was to do the milking motions when the cockhead was just inside
his sphincter. Jamie knew all this. He was riding his sex teacher of the
last 10 years.

Jamie saw that his uncle was getting redder in his face. George did not
keep his dick still anymore as he had intended. Instead he was thrusting up
into Jamie's arsehole, fucking him hard. This brought Jamie over the edge,
and he sent his spunk all over Uncle George's upper body, his neck and
face. At the same time, George erupted inside his arse.

"Even better than riding on Atlas," Jamie said after cleaning his uncle's
cock and balls with his mouth.

"Now we have to hurry up," George said. "We don't want to keep the groom
waiting."

Jamie blushed and thought it better to change the subject. "Did Dad get a
hard-on when he saw my new sexy photos?" He pointed at the photos on the
bedside table.

"Your dad was not here, but Bobby was! He was so aroused that I had to help
him out. Nice body on that lad. It's a shame that he has a wife denying him
some variations." George winked. "But now young master, your white wedding
suit awaits!"

Jamie shook his head at the silly comment as he walked towards the shower
but he couldn't stop thinking about Bobby sharing a bed with his uncle and
looking at Jamie's nude photos.

***


Coming up the stairs at the Hotel Negresco was like going into a cathedral,
with flowers on each side and a man playing a soft melody on a
violin. Jamie was like a prince this afternoon. His all-white summer suit
looked stunning. He had asked his tailor to make the trousers tight around
the hips and at the crotch, because he wanted to present a grown-up
bulge. His shoulders filled the jacket and the silk shirt was open enough
to show his tanned upper chest. Beside him, proud as could be was his uncle
with his Scottish tartan kilt and a broad smile. "No underwear," Jamie told
him. "Remember that the girls will check you up!"

"Only the girls?" had been George's response.

Leaving the stairs and entering the room hired for the special occasion,
Jamie and his uncle were greeted by smiles and applause from the family
members and close friends present. Standing facing them at the far end of
the room were two men. Except for the fact that one was slightly taller
than the other, they could almost be twins. It was only when you looked
closely, you could see that the taller one was older. Both had blue eyes,
blond hair and broad smiles and they were dressed in matching pale cream
suits. The younger one had a small birch twig in his hand, a Scandinavian
symbol of spring and growing love.

Jamie looked at the two men and smiled. These were two men he adored,
Anders whom he had fancied from the first time he saw him, and beside him
Sture, his younger brother. Jamie couldn't recall why but it was love at
first sight when he met Sture. He wasn't his usual confident, sex-crazed
self with Sture in those early days and Sture had been quite shy. They
finally admitted their love for each other when Jamie visited Sture in
Sweden but they didn't rush into a sexual relationship.

Sture had spent each summer in France after that, working but also spending
as much time as possible with Jamie. Jamie had made winter visits to Sweden
to be with Sture and happily Sture's parents accepted the
relationship. After graduating, Sture obtained a full-time job in Cannes,
at the International film Institute. It was too far away for him to commute
on a daily basis but he spent every weekend at the farm with Jamie and the
others. Now Sture had a job in Nice and he and Jamie were about to start
living alone together on a permanent basis.

Jamie now understood why Sture had the birch in his hand. It was from the
small island outside Stockholm where they first told each other their
secrets many years ago. It was the nearest he could come a wedding
bouquet. Jamie was close enough to see the man's wet eyes and his warm
smile.

Jamie walked to Sture who took his hand and gave him the leaves from
Sweden. The very innocent kiss that followed could not be disapproved of by
anyone, and resulted in applause from those present. They were all there,
except for his mum and her husband.

Hand in hand Jamie and Sture told the world that they had chosen a future
together, and then called on Father John who had known Jamie for almost ten
years to give the couple his blessing.


Thirty years later, in 2013, same sex marriages became legal in France and
Jamie and Sture were among the first couples to get married.


THE END