Date: Mon, 05 May 2014 01:16:36 -0400 From: Ian Robertson Subject: Uncle Ollie Uncle Ollie The standard disclaimers apply: This is a story about two boys. If you or the authorities in your area find that offensive, please feel free to move on. No animals were harmed in the creation of this work of fiction. If you enjoy what you read here, please consider supporting Nifty with a donation. There is a Donate link at the top of each directory page, or you can copy and paste the following into your browser's address bar: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you for supporting Nifty! This story is a work in progress; I don't know how it will end yet. If you'd like to comment or make a suggestion, please feel free to drop me a note. -- IR Part 1 Benjamin had always idolized his uncle Oliver. Ever since he could remember, Ben had been happy whenever he was with Ollie. Oliver was only about five or six years older than his nephew, and in fact, although they didn't live in the same house, they were more like brothers. When Ben was learning to talk, he called Ollie "Wally", and the name had stuck. Now that he was older and could tell the difference, Ben wondered if Ollie minded. He needn't have worried. Ollie was perfectly happy to be called Wally. He had a pet name for his nephew -- Benji -- and the two of them were always together at family gatherings. Since their families only lived a few blocks apart, these gatherings happened nearly every weekend, particularly on Sunday afternoons. Oliver was the youngest of four; he had three older sisters. The oldest of Oliver's sisters was Benjamin's mother. She also had a daughter, and Oliver's next-oldest sister had a daughter as well. Oliver and Benjamin, being the only male children, were a natural pair. So while the moms and daughters all did their girl stuff together, Oliver was tasked with looking after his younger nephew. Unless the weather was awful, the males of the family would go outside and leave the womenfolk to do their gossiping and such indoors. Their fathers would usually go to the garage to tinker on something or other while watching the game, which left Oliver and Benjamin to their own devices. Sometimes they would play catch, taking turns at tossing and catching a ball of some sort or other. Ollie would give Ben slow, underhand pitches that the younger boy could usually catch. Benji, however, did not return the favor. He favored wild tosses that often forced Ollie to leap one way or the other to stretch for the ball. These dramatic efforts entertained Benji, who laughed to see Ollie's antics. Other times, they would play football or rugby. Ollie would let Benji slip through his arms to score, and Benji would grab hold of one of Ollie's legs to tackle. It was during one of these football games that Benji discovered a new entertainment with his uncle. Ollie had the ball, and was slowly trotting across the lawn toward Benji's goal line, with Benji in pursuit. Getting close to the line, Ollie raised his arms in triumph. But Benji wasn't one to give up without a fight. He leapt at his uncle's back. His hands landed on Ollie's shoulder blades, and then slid down his back. Benji just managed to snag the waist of Ollie's Umbro shorts with the fingers of one hand. As Oliver tried to pull away, Benjamin began to loose his balance, and grabbed wildly with the other hand. As he fell, he held on tight to Ollie's Umbros, dragging the back of the shorts down over Ollie's butt and revealing the older boy's boxer briefs. Benji giggled as Ollie stumbled and fell, and the two of them rolled around on the grass. Oliver pulled up his Umbros when he got up, but his nephew had already made a mental note that this could be a fun game. It was the next weekend before Benji got to play with Ollie again. Ollie gave Benji his choice of games, and Benji eagerly opted for football. They tracked back and forth across the back yard as Oliver let his nephew take the lead. Benji kept hoping for another opportunity to get a peek at his uncle's underwear, but Ollie was wearing jeans this time, and the best Benji could manage was a few glimpses of Ollie's Hanes waistband. The following weekend, though, was different. This time, they were at Ollie's house. After everyone had finished clearing away the dishes and leftovers, the boys headed for the back yard. Their departure was arrested by Oliver's mother, who reminded him that he was still in his nice clothes and should go change before going outside. Oliver was about to gripe when Benji brushed past him, headed for his uncle's room. "Come on Wally!" the boy called as he left the kitchen. Oliver shrugged, then followed in his nephew's wake. It was hard to be upset with Benji around; the boy's happy enthusiasm was contagious. When he got to his room, Ollie found Benji gleefully bouncing on the bed. Ollie sat on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes, while Benji watched. After he kicked his shoes off, Ollie unbuttoned his shirt before shrugging it off his shoulders. That done, he stood and crossed to his dresser, pulled out a t-shirt, and to Benji's disappointment, pulled it on. Benji was pleased to see that his uncle chose the Umbro shorts to replace his nice pants. Benji got a flash of Ollie's boxer briefs as the older boy stepped out of his khakis, and another when Oliver stepped into the shorts. In the backyard, the boys played catch for a while, but the game gradually evolved into their version of rugby. They criss-crossed the yard as the one with the ball was pursued by the other. Benji became more adventurous with his tackle attempts, and Ollie responded in kind. At one point, Ollie grabbed his nephew and carried the younger boy, still clutching the ball, across the goal line. "Hey!" Benji laughed, "That's your line!" "No it isn't, silly!" his uncle answered. "You don't think I would score a goal for you, do you?" "Yes you did! That's your goal. Mine's over there by the birdfeeder!" Benji pointed across the yard and laughed some more as Ollie put him down. "You don't know what team you're on!" he accused his uncle. Then, remembering something that he'd seen Ollie and his friends do in their games, he went on, "We should play shirts and skins! Then you'd know what team you're on! I'll be shirts!" "What?!" Ollie retorted. "It's just you and me!" "Shirts and skins! Shirts and skins!" Benji chanted. "I'm shirts, you're skins!" Oliver shook his head ruefully as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. They were in his back yard, and it was a warm evening anyway. The air felt good on his bare chest and back as he tossed his shirt away. Then he grabbed the ball and ran for the other end of the yard. Benji gave chase. Ollie would let him almost catch up, and would then pull away again. Both boys circled the yard this way. After two or three laps, Ollie checked his pace and looked over his shoulder to judge his nephew's progress. It was the chance Benji had been waiting for, and he jumped at it. His leap let him wrap his arms around Oliver's midriff, and he tried to hold on. The older boy's skin was slick with sweat, and Benji felt his grip slipping. This time, though, he deliberately let his grip slip down to the top of Ollie's shorts. The older boy's pace faltered as Benji's fingers grasped the elastic waist of his Umbros and tugged. And down they came. Not just the back of them, either. Benji was elated as Ollie's shorts fell to his knees, and then to his ankles. Ollie wriggled one foot free and managed not to completely lose his balance as he stumbled across the yard. Partway across, the shorts slipped off his other foot, leaving him in nothing but his Adidas and his sweat-dampened boxer briefs. Benji ogled the older boy in his underwear. By now they were both laughing, and Benji watched as Ollie retraced his steps and picked up his Umbros. Then the older boy came over to him, and without bothering to put his shorts back on, handed Benji the ball. It was getting dark and time to go in, but Benji, staring at his uncle's underwear, barely noticed. He watched as Ollie turned away and went to retrieve his shirt. The damp cotton of his uncle's boxer briefs clung to his buttocks and clearly defined his ass crack. Ollie bent to grab his shirt, then pulled it on as he turned back to Benji. In the fading light, Benji could discern little in the front of Ollie's briefs before they were hidden by the bottom hem of the t-shirt. Once Oliver was fully dressed, the boys went inside. Benji's mom and sisters soon headed for home with Benji reluctantly in tow. He wasn't at all reluctant the following weekend, when it was announced that he would be spending the night with Oliver's family while his mom and sisters went on a girls weekend. As before, they boys played in the backyard until dark. Benji made a couple of attempts to snag Ollie's shorts, but none as successful as the previous weekend. The best he was able to manage was getting a few peeks of Ollie's brief-clad butt cheeks. After dark, they went inside and watched TV with Ollie's parents for a little while, then got bored and went to Ollie's room. Ollie fired up his Xbox, and they sat on the bed and played games for a while. Ollie still let his nephew have some points, but he didn't have to cut Benji as much slack as he did outside. After Oliver barely beat Benji in a dirty game of Nascar racing, he set his controller down and leaned back on his bed. Benji tossed his controller down too and rolled over onto Ollie, starting a wrestling match. They rolled around on Ollie's bed laughing. Benji started out without a purpose, but it wasn't long before he remembered his quest to see his uncle unclothed. Benji managed to get a hold on Ollie's t-shirt, and after a bit of thrashing back and forth, it was bunched up under Ollie's armpits. The older boy's bare midriff also gave Benji a clear view of the waistband of Ollie's underwear; today he was wearing FTLs. The sight spurred Benji on, and he now directed his efforts toward inching down Ollie's Umbros. Ollie realized that something was up when he felt his nephew pawing at the waist of his soccer shorts. He began to respond in kind, shoving Benji's shirt up to his armpits as they rolled across the bed. Benji was emboldened by Ollie's action, and now made no pretense about pulling down his uncle's shorts. Soon Ollie's Umbros were bunched around his ankles. But Benji didn't stop there; he reached down and pulled them off over Ollie's socked feet then sat up and waved the shorts for Ollie to see. He got about two waves in before Ollie was on him and pulled his shirt up, trapping his arms above his head. Ollie tickled his nephew until the younger boy was laughing so much he lost his grip on Ollie's Umbros. Ollie grabbed them away and tossed them out of Benji's reach. Benji tried to use the momentary reprieve to get untrapped from his shirt, but Ollie didn't give him the chance. He tickled the younger boy some more before pulling Benji's shirt off the rest of the way. Benji, still laughing, made a half-hearted attempt to retaliate against Oliver's shirt, but wasn't able to manage and ended up collapsing on top of his uncle. That left Oliver with his shirt once again bunched up across his chest, under Benji's head, while Benji's shirtless chest pressed against his bare midriff. Benji felt his uncle's bare skin touching his. He relaxed to the rhythmic rise and fall of Ollie's chest with each breath. He could feel something under his belly, but disregarded it in the happiness of the moment. Then he let out a sigh as Ollie put an arm around him and nuzzled the hair on the top of his head. To be continued . . .