Date: Tue, 3 May 2016 09:18:51 -0400 From: Medic nextdoor Subject: Uncle Jake is Great My Uncle Jake was the best! I remember him since I was around 7, visiting me and my family. He was always telling his stories of places he visited, cool places like England and Istanbul (I didn't even know where that was at but it sounded cool). He got into jams that he got himself out of, he met really cool people and, most important, he talked to all of us. As a kid, lots of adults don't really talk to me. They talk to other adults and minimize the fact that I was even there Not Uncle Jake! He talked to me like I was an equal – like another adult – a real family member. It was always so neat to sit in a circle of conversation and have him actually acknowledge that I was there, part of that conversation. I know it sounds silly but, as a kid, sometimes you feel invisible. Uncle Jake wasn't a big guy. He was tall, but slim. Mom said he had been a swimmer when he was in high school. He was also the baby of the family being born several years after her. He was around 25, I guess, and had black hair, cut short. He was, well, handsome, although I had never thought of any guy like that. Like I said, I first met him when I was around 7. He was sort of a long-lost Uncle, the brother of my Mom. They had an argument years before I was born and I don't think they had talked for years. When my Dad died, he came to the funeral and Mom and he, over the next few days, seemed to make up. A few weeks after the funeral, Uncle Jake would mostly come by and spend the night when he was either returning from or going to a cool place. We lived in a city with an international airport and Uncle Jake lived out in the country in my Grandparents farmhouse. I had never been there but had heard the stories of the animals that were there when he was growing up (all are gone now) and the fun he had in the old barn with his buddies. I will never forget that one special night he spent at our house. That night, I learned something really cool about Uncle Jake – and about me. On that night, I had already gone to bed when I heard Uncle Jake come in late. We didn't know he was coming. Mom was surprised but pleased. You could tell by her voice. She and Uncle Jake talked for a minute and then, I dozed off. I knew I would get to see him in the morning and smiled. I woke up sometime later because I thought I heard something. I was pretty sleepy but realized that Uncle Jake was in my room. As my eyes got adjusted to the dimness of the light coming in the window, I saw him standing at my door, which he had just closed. He was in his usual plaid PJs and no shirt. It had been months since I last saw him. I was now 8 years old and – well, I realize I was only 8 years old, but he seemed – I don't know – kind of cooler than the last time. If I was a girl, I might even sexy – and, even as a boy, I felt that way. It's the first time a thought like that had ever gotten into my head. Uncle Jake called my name out. "Timmy," he whispered. "Are you awake"? "Yeah, Uncle Jake," I said. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," he said. "I just couldn't go to bed without saying `hi' to my favorite nephew". With that, he walked over to the edge of my bed and sat down next to me. I rolled over onto my back and smiled. Uncle Jake was so cool! "How is my favorite nephew?" he asked. "I'm ok," I said. "I'm glad you're here. It's my birthday tomorrow. Is that why you're here?" "It was supposed to be a surprise but the flight actually got in early!" he told me. "Not like jumping out of a birthday cake." We both giggled. "Did you bring me anything?" I asked, always asking when he travelled. "Well, your regular birthday present is still in my suitcase," he started. "But, I have a special gift only for 8 year old boys who are special to me. It's special and secret, just between you and I". I was excited that Uncle Jake and I were going to have a secret for my birthday. "What is it?" I asked, somewhat excited. "Well," he said. "You're growing up," I said. Jimmy giggled again. "I learned about this when I was 8 and I thought you should learn it too". I wiggled under the covers and he put both of his hands on each side of me to calm me down "Now, like I said, this is a gift only to you, just for you," he said. "No one can know I gave you this gift". "Ok, ok, what is it?" I asked, now excited beyond words. I also noticed my peter getting hard under the sheets. That wasn't so unusual as I always got a boner when Uncle Jake was around. "Ahhh," he said and smiled, moving his hand over the top of my hard-on and gently rubbing it. That felt funny but really good. "Does it have to do with that?" I asked. I was sort of a dumb 8 year old but I wasn't that dumb. "It does," he told me. "I've seen that you keep getting hard every time we meet. I imagine that is somewhat uncomfortable and, at times, embarrassing". I nodded. "Well, I can show you how to take care of that and feel really, really good at the same time," Uncle Jake told me. He hadn't moved his hand away and was, in fact, rubbing my peter a little more, a little faster. "Do you want me to show you?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. Uncle Jake leaned over me and took his hand that was jacking me off (I didn't know it was called that but learned that later) and moved up to the snaps on my pajama bottoms. He unsnapped the first and then second snap and pulled the flaps away so my white underwear showed. You could see my boner in my briefs. I must have blushed a little and, even though it was dark, I think Uncle Jake knew I was red as a beet. "You never have to be embarrassed in front of me," Uncle Jake whispered to me. "I would never tell anyone about what we do in your room". A little calmer, I relaxed and felt his hand rub my tummy under my pajama top. It felt really good. I must have moaned a little. And, yes, I was squirming a little too. "That's really great Uncle Jake," I said. He smiled and continued to rub my tummy in circles, slowly moving his fingers under my underwear. He eventually reached far enough under to touch my peter and when he did, it was like electricity shot off in my head. I jerked my hips back into the mattress for a second. Uncle Jake pulled his hand out of my briefs and stopped. "If you want me to stop, I will," he told me. I didn't and was mad at myself for jerking around like I did. "No, no Uncle Jake," I said. "I just wasn't expecting that. It feels so good. Don't stop." Uncle Jake smiled and told me. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do – understand?" he asked. "Sure," I told him. "Keep doing that. It feels so neat". He moved his hand back into my underwear and touched my peter again. I didn't jerk this time. As he started to jack me off, a wonderful feeling came over me. It was hard to describe the first time. I felt it start in my toes and move up my legs to my hips and then – to my dick. The faster Uncle Jake moved his hand, the better it got. Then, it was like an explosion. Feelings like awesome! I convulsed on the bed a few times and felt like I was peeing but I wasn't. Uncle Jake slowly stopped jacking my boner and pulled his hand out of my underwear. He lay down next to me while I caught my breath. Within a minute, I looked at him. "So cool!" I told him. "That felt so neat. What was that?" "That, my boy, is jerking off," he said. "you'll hear some of your buddies talk about `playing with themselves' or `jerking off'. That's what that is". "What about that great feeling?" I asked him. "It's called an orgasm and that is what happens when you have sex with a girl – or when you jerk off". "Oh," I said, kind of curious. "But, neither one of us is a girl". "It can also happen when two boys do it," he said. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I loved my Uncle. He pulled my jammies up (they had slipped a little in the moment) and pulled the sheet up over my waist. "Go to sleep now," Uncle Jake said. "And, happy birthday". I nodded off, tired but really fulfilled...