Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2010 20:46:27 -0500
From: Chad K <kwikie@live.com>
Subject: jeremy and uncle chris part 5

Jeremy and Uncle Chris, part 5, The trip is over.
Chad -- kwikie@live.com


Over the next few days, Jeremy didn't miss many opportunities to jack off.
Sometimes, he would try hard not to think about it but it was like his body
was making him do it.  It wasn't just a feeling in his balls or the
hardness of his boner, it was as if he entire body wanted it or needed it.
It was in the morning that Jeremy just really enjoyed it the most.  Those
boners that used to just haunt Jeremy in the morning and so many times
during the day now had turned to an opportunity to reach a state of
euphoria.  Morning wood used to a problem, it meant that Jeremy would have
to sit to piss and even lean over to get his dick pointed towards the
water, and it still took forever to get started.

In the morning now, Jeremy would smile and even giggle a little when he
would roll onto his back, pull his underwear down and just admire what he
had.  He was amazed at how hard his dick would get.  He couldn't really
remember his dick growing that big but it was such a big difference from
what he remembered not all that long ago.  Jeremy would stroke the sides
with just his fingertips, tickling the underside of his boner, and pat down
the pubic hairs so he could see the entire length and how it came out of
his body.  He didn't know what was so great about pubic hairs, they just
got in the way, or itched.

The first jack of the day was usually the longest.  It wasn't that Jeremy
would take all morning, but he would start slow and intended on staying
with that rhythm.  At some point, Jeremy just had to give in and start
stroking fast.  That is when his toes would curl, he would grab the bed
with his other hand, his eyes would close, and all the weird faces would
start.  Jeremy loved the build up but the release, the explosion of cum was
the best feeling he knew.  He would shoot into a towel that he would bring
to bed with him.  And he would have to quickly wipe away the little squirts
that would end up on his hand.  He just didn't like that stuff on his skin.

The rest of the day presented several more opportunities to jack off.  Each
time he went to the bathroom, he would think about jacking off, and when he
could he did.  With it being the summer, Jeremy would skip a day or two
between showers, but every shower now provided another opportunity.  It was
a different way to jack off, standing up or sitting on shower floor.
Jeremy could shoot without having to catch his cum. Although he did spread
his legs wide so that he wouldn't hit them when he shot.

Less than a week had gone by since Jeremy had been home from the trip to
his uncle's.  Jeremy was realizing what his friends meant when talking
about jacking off, beating off, cum shooting, getting his rocks off, and a
lot more other things.  He even said a few things like that, and didn't
know what he was talking about.  As Jeremy would start to jack, he would
think about those things, and about his friends who said them.  Visions in
his head had his jacking with friends.  One boy in particular would come to
mind.  Caleb was Jeremy's best bud, the kid with the locker next his own,
and the boy he hung out with the most.  They didn't even know each other
when they started 7th grade but they became best friends the first week of
school.

As Jeremy would start to jack, he would close his eyes and see Caleb next
to him.  And Caleb was just as naked and just as hard as he was.  Jeremy
had seen Caleb naked almost everyday all through school and in the vision,
he knew how Caleb's pubic hair looked.  They were much more kinky and
shorter.  They weren't at all fluffy, in fact, they looked rough and
scratchy.  Jeremy didn't know what Caleb's boner would look like, so that
in his vision, Caleb's dick was the size, shape, and color of his own.  In
the vision, it was like Jeremy was jacking off twice.  Although, when it
came to the climax, Jeremy's vision never ended with seeing Caleb shoot.

As Jeremy's knowledge of his own body was growing and his visions of what
could be, his uncle Chris was having some of the worst days of his life.
It wasn't that anything was threatening his livelihood, or his family, nor
was there anything upsetting any of his routine.  It was the huge sense of
loss that he felt when his nephew went home.  It was as if something had
been ripped from his chest.  The next days back at work, he avoided all
contact with people.  He would sit for hours and just stare and think.
When he had to take a call, it was as if the callers were intentionally
trying to bother him even more.

The scent inside of Chris' car would subliminally remind him of Jeremy.  It
was just a sweaty basic scent, not so clean, and certainly not like the
overwhelming smells of flowery shampoo, sexy perfumes, nail polish, hair
spray, and the worst; the feminine deodorant spray.  As Chris drove home,
he would run his finger over the top of the plastic cup that he got at the
baseball game.  That would bring another bitter-sweet memory of "his boy".
He had decided he could claim Jeremy as his boy, compared to his son.  He'd
keep it to himself, though.  He really did miss Jeremy.  Chris even allowed
himself to think about the intimate times they had, and what could be.

And Jeremy was thinking too.  His best bud Caleb was back in town and was
coming over that morning.  It was tough to do, especially while thinking
about Caleb, but Jeremy did not jack off that morning.  His boner just
didn't want to go away, he was still pushing it down and trying to make it
less obvious as he went to the kitchen.  He thought he may have to go back
and jack off, just to get rid of his boner.  He wanted to stay ready to go
so that he could do something with Caleb.  He had fallen asleep with the
vision of he and Caleb watching each other jack off and shooting together
and enjoying that feeling afterwards.

Caleb was taking his turn on the Wii skateboard.  He was unbelievably good.
He could make all the jumps and make it all look so easy.  He would be a
great skater in real life but then he would have to beat himself up.  He
was a jock.  He didn't hang with the skaters, even if some were his friends
back when they were little kids.  Caleb was focused on the game when Jeremy
said; "Ya know that jacking stuff ya talk about?  That is pretty kewl shit,
isn't it?"  There!  He said it, now he and Caleb could talk about it.

And Caleb said; "huh, yea, what?"  And he didn't miss a move in the game.
Caleb didn't respond.  Jeremy waited until Caleb could hear the real world,
when the run ended.  Caleb wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled at his
accomplishment aboard the little white platform.  Jeremy asked again, with
all the same emphasis and the same words.  Caleb twisted around, a frown
absorbed his entire face, and he glared at Jeremy and said; "What the fuck
you talk about?!  I don't do that shit!  Only pussies and fags
jack. Gatomitie, you act like you want to do it!"

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Caleb sniped at Jeremy with little
comments about jacking off.  Jeremy was trying to change the subject to
anything else.  He knew he screwed up by trying to talk about it.  He never
thought that Caleb would react that way.  Now, he felt like he just wanted
to hide.  He had to stay there and take it.  Even as he was riding the
skateboard, Caleb was making a rhythmic sloshing sound with his mouth.  The
thing was, Caleb was enjoying it, not that he was torturing his friend but
there might actually be a possibility to talk about it or do it together,
or he might just get Jeremy to do it and he could watch.

Jeremy was so relieved that hunger took over.  All the shit he was getting
about talking about jacking off ended when they went in search for food.  A
couple of chalupas and burritos later, the conversation did focus on
football starting back up in the fall and how that blonde behind the
counter would look without the uniform.  Jeremy wondered if he meant
without anything on or just with normal clothes and not the uniform.

One would think that Jeremy should have learned a lesson and keep his mouth
shut about jacking off.  Just a few days after his morning with Caleb,
Jeremy was hanging at the mall.  Days with temperatures over 102 degrees
made pools and malls the favorite places to hang.  The seats nearest the TV
studio windows were a popular place for whatever clique took possession of
it.  The jocks and a harem of their girlfriends were loudly possessing the
area that day.  The boys would remain and anchor the seats, as the girls
would come and go.  The conversations were all over the place.  Jeremy was
waiting for his opportunity to throw in a comment about jacking off.  He
now understood what the joking was about and now he could laugh, and know
why he was laughing.

Jeremy knew he went a little too far a few times.  Somebody would say
something like; "Why don't you just go jack off!"  Jeremy would add on to
that remark with; "Yea, and shoot some white stuff!"  It was the silence
and dirty looks he got from the boys, and the giggling and whispering from
the girls that Jeremy had an idea that he said something inappropriate.
When they were breaking up, again going for food, one of Jeremy's friends
told him; "Dewd, if you're going talk about wanking, ya gotta keep your
hands out of your front pockets."  A couple other boys heard that and
slapped Jeremy on his back and emphasized the point.  Of course, Jeremy
denied completely that he was doing anything with his hands in his front
pockets.  But, Jeremy had been doing some rubbing.  Jacking off sounded
very good right then.

A couple of routine days went by with Jeremy enjoying getting rid of his
morning wood, with a midmorning jack, and then jack sometime in the
evening.  He wasn't talking about jacking off anymore, but he did keep
thinking about doing it with Caleb, some of his other friends, or his uncle
Chris.

It was a Saturday morning, Jeremy had just squeezed out the last drop of
cum and rolled out of bed.  He heard his dad singing and the rumble of
water stop.  He sisters and mother were still asleep.  Jeremy wandered down
the hall and into his parents' bathroom.  He saw his father standing
completely naked in front of the sink.  Jeremy smiled back and his father
said good morning and gave him a large genuine smile.  Jeremy explained
that he had to pee and just heard his father making noise in the shower.
As his father concentrated on shaving, Jeremy studied his father's junk.
He had seen his father naked several times, but he had never really paid
attention.  Jeremy was a little surprised that his own dick was larger than
his fathers.  He wasn't sure about the balls, but his father's balls were
covered in so much hair, and a lot of it was gray hair.  Jeremy wondered
what his father would look like with a boner.  He wondered if his father
needed Viagra just to get a boner.  He wondered what it would be like to
talk about it with his father.

As his father finished getting ready, deodorant that matched his aftershave
and cologne, and hair gel kept every hair in just the right spot, they
started talking about the trip to his aunt and uncle's.  Jeremy was so
anxious to tell the story about going to the baseball game that he started
rambling, the memories of the game and being with Uncle Chris were flowing
out in words.  The great food, the big plays, the home runs, the heat, etc,
were all being described in enthusiastic detail.  He was interrupted by his
father; "Yeah, I heard you went to a baseball game.  How was that?"

That just stopped Jeremy.  He wasn't about to go through it all again.  He
just said; "Good."  And his father replied; "I bet it was fun.  How did
your sisters like it?"

Jeremy's heart was sinking, his whole body was sagging.  He was ready to
just slink away and forget about it.  But then, his father asked; "So, hey,
it looks great outside, wadda ya think -- is it the convertible today?"
Jeremy didn't know where they were going, but riding in the convertible
with his dad was going to be a good thing.  When his dad started loading
his keys, Blackberry, wallet, money, etc, into his pockets, Jeremy ran
ahead and without slowing down, grabbed his shorts, a T-shirt, and shoes.
Shorts had to go on, but the T and shoes could wait, especially in the
convertible.

Jeremy's father walked right to the door, saying; "See ya, buddy."  He
closed the door quickly behind him.  Jeremy stood motionless except for
twisting his eyebrows.  It was one thing to be left behind, but he let
himself think he was going to go somewhere with his father.  Jeremy slammed
a fist into his thigh and turned to walk into his room.  A shake of the
mouse, a password for his email, and he was writing: "Hey Chris, How's it
going?....."

I hope this is still interesting readers.  I've gotten so many great
emails, thanks again to everybody!  Please let me know what you think
again, kwikie@live.com