Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2020 09:57:23 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Uncle Will's Houseguest 2 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is completely fictional. I am still setting the scene in this chapter but I hope you will enjoy it. Please send any comments to colin4men@gmail.com and I will reply as soon as I can. Bill Uncle Will's Houseguest Chapter 2 Will hadn't yet phoned his friend, Freddy. He was too embarrassed to tell him about Andy's reaction to seeing him in speedos and about becoming aroused himself seeing Andy almost naked. Fortunately Andy hadn't mentioned sex again after dinner. An email from his parents saying that they were on their way to the Antarctic and therefore no longer available for regular contact had made him much quieter than normal. Now, over breakfast, he was back to his old chatty self. "I love being able to sit out on the balcony and have breakfast topless. Do you do it every day when it's warm and sunny?" Andy was spreading jam on a piece of baguette as he spoke. "Normally only at weekends. I'm usually in too much of a rush when I'm teaching," replied Will. "Yeah, you're on holiday too," said Andy. "I hope my visit didn't cause you to cancel anything." "I was thinking about a visit back to Scotland but I didn't have anything booked when your dad phoned," said Will. "We can go for day trips, perhaps even for longer trips, before school starts up in September." "That would be great," smiled Andy. "I have to say that there is something about a hairy chest that turns me on. Can I touch yours?" "No," replied Will. "Go on, just a little touch...and maybe a little suck on your nipples," Andy said, reaching a hand out towards Will's chest. "Andy, no!" Will shouted. Andy jumped back, startled. "I get that you're curious about sex and that you feel able to talk freely with me," Will said in a calm voice. "I'm happy to guide you but you can't touch me or suggest doing anything sexual with me. That would be wrong." "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, Uncle Will," said Andy. "I just...Well, there is nobody else I can talk to about being gay and...I can't help the fact that you turn me on. I don't want you to hate me." His eyes started to fill with tears. "I could never hate you," Will said quietly. He put a hand on Andy's arm and went on, "I've loved you since I first saw you as a baby. I've watched you grow up in photos and in our infrequent meetings. I think of you as a little boy and suddenly this week I find that you are now a horny, very sexy teenager. It's hard to get my head around it." Andy blinked away the tears and smiled. "I wish we had met more often when I was growing up. I was upset when Dad first told me about the Antarctic expedition but then he said that I would be coming to live with you and I was overjoyed." "I was a bit worried at first. I've never looked after a teenager before," smiled Will. "Except as a schoolteacher. Now I'm happy that we can get to know each other better." Andy took a bite of his baguette, smiling at Will as he chewed. "I can't help the fact that you turn me on but I'll try not to mention it if it embarrasses you." Will smiled. "I suppose I should be flattered that a teenager thinks I'm sexy." "You said that I was sexy - no, very sexy - just now. Do you really think that?" asked Andy. Will felt himself blush slightly but he smiled and said, "You are and you know it. Parading around on the beach in skimpy swimwear to attract attention." Andy laughed. "I don't think it worked. Nobody spoke to me and I didn't see anyone get a stiffy looking at me." "I'm sure a lot of people were secretly watching you. There might have been one or two hidden stiffies too," smiled Will. "Mine was one of them," he said to himself. "What shall we do today?" Andy asked. "How about a drive up to the hilltop village of Biot? We could have lunch there," suggested Will. "That sounds good to me," said Andy. "I need to do some laundry first. Bring through anything you want washed," Will said. "I will," said Andy. "Are these shorts okay to wear in Biot? They are old ones and my legs are longer now." He stood and tugged at the shorts. Will looked at the 170 cm (5ft 7in) tall youngster wearing nothing but shorts and flip-flops. The shorts were definitely shorter than normal and showed plenty of thigh but they were by no means obscene. "They are fine," he said. "Good! I hope you will be wearing shorts too," said Andy. "I will. Looks like being another hot day," responded Will. *** Andy enjoyed the drive up to Biot. He couldn't remember having been to the village before but Will said he had taken him there with his parents when he was younger. The both enjoyed browsing in the street market and then Will suggested they visit the glass factory. "I haven't been there for many years and I'm sure you will find it interesting," he told Andy. The pair joined a small group of others for the factory visit and Andy learned about how glass was made, how they created the different colours and was then fascinated watching glass being blown and made into different shapes. With it being a hot day and working close to very hot ovens, the glass workers were shirtless. Will was attracted to the youngest, a blond aged about 18 or 19 wearing baggy grey shorts, heavy boots and a bandana to keep his hair back. He thought the young guy was extremely handsome and he liked his smooth body. He also thought he could detect movement inside the shorts. Will convinced himself that the young worker wasn't wearing underwear because of the heat and found himself becoming aroused as he watched him. Andy's eyes however followed an older, hairy-chested guy wearing a leather apron on top of baggy, knee-length shorts. "Hot, eh?" Will said as they stepped back into the street. "He certainly was," replied Andy. Will laughed. "I meant the temperature but yeah, the blond guy was hot." "The blond? I was thinking of the man in the leather apron," said Andy. He didn't hide from Will as he adjusted his erection. "I could just imagine him putting me across his knees and spanking me." Will raised an eyebrow. "You would like him to spank you?" "Maybe." Andy grinned. "I sometimes fantasise about serving an older, dominant man and he looked as if he could be very strict." Will laughed. "Now I know to spank you when you are out of order." Andy nodded and smiled. "Yes, please. You can give me a bare butt spanking anytime." "Behave! I told you that sexual contact between us is off limits," said Will. Andy lowered his head. "Sorry. I can't help thinking about you that way." Will ruffled Andy's hair. "No worries. It's time for some lunch, I think." He led the way back up to the main street. "One of my favourite places here is Cafe Brun. Let's check out today's special." After a delicious lunch, they returned to Antibes. "I don't think we'll need a big meal this evening," said Will. "Probably not," agreed Andy. "How about nibbling on some olives, cold meats and cheeses? I remember we sometimes did that for lunch last time." "That would suit me too," said Will. "Sitting on the balcony with a chilled glass of rosˇ wine." "Wearing only shorts," smiled Andy. He saw Will frown and said, "Chill out, Uncle Will. I only meant that we should be comfortable." "Err, yes, of course," said Will, annoyed at himself for assuming that Andy was suggesting something else. "I think I have enough in the fridge but we should visit the Proven¨al Market tomorrow morning and stock up. It would be a good opportunity for you to practice your French." "Okay. I'll probably need your help with the names of things though," said Andy. "Not a problem," smiled Will. *** Andy enjoyed the shopping expedition to the Proven¨al Market. With his uncle's help, he bought p‰tˇ, different kinds of saucisson and cold meats, cheeses and olives. "This should last us for several days," said Will. "Do you fancy a slice of socca - the local chickpea pancake - before we leave?" "Yes, please," smiled Andy. They had to queue and wait for a batch to be cooked but Andy said that it was worth the wait. They were walking uphill on Rue Rˇpublique back towards home when Andy said, "Rue Vauban is along there to the right, isn't it? Can we see if the sex shop is open?" "How did you know..."? Will started but quickly realised that Andy would have looked online and found a street map. "Okay, we'll take a look." The sex shop was open. It was impossible to see inside but a sign outside listed some of the items sold. "Toys must include dildos. Will you buy one for me, please?" Andy asked. "I'll pay you back when we get home." Will nodded. "I will see see what they have. You wait across the street with the food shopping." It seemed a long time to Andy but Will wasn't in the shop for much more than five minutes. "I was the only customer," Will said as he handed a brown paper bag to his nephew. "I hope this is what you wanted." Andy started to open the paper bag. "Wait until we're home! You can't play with a dildo in a public place," Will said quickly. "I was only going to look at it, not play with it," Andy retorted with a grin. "Let's hurry home." Back in the apartment, Andy was examining the dildo while Will was putting the foodstuffs away. He guessed the fake cock was about 15 cm (6 inches) long and decided that it was about the same thickness as his own cock. "It's quite realistic," he said. "I wish mine was as long." "Size isn't very important. It's what you do with it," smiled Will. "Don't forget to wash the dildo thoroughly before you use it." "I won't and thanks for the KY jelly. I forgot that I would need some lube," said Andy. "You are welcome," responded Will. "I guess you're going to disappear to your bedroom now." Andy laughed. "No. I'm going to wait until tonight before I play with my new toy." "You know what to do with it?" Will asked with a smile on his face. "I think so," grinned Andy. "Now tell me about Freddy. He will be coming here tomorrow, won't he?" "Put the dildo in your bedroom first," instructed Will. "I don't like to see it sitting on the coffee table." Andy laughed and took the dildo away. Will told Andy that Freddy was a Londoner who was three years older than himself. "That makes him 45 then," said Andy. Will agreed and went on to say that he had met Freddy in a gay bar in Nice ten years ago. They discovered that they had both come to France as teachers and their friendship grew from there. "Is he your boyfriend or just a `friend with benefits'?" Andy asked. "Neither. We've never had sex," replied Will. "He's not handsome then," suggested Andy. Will laughed. "Sex isn't just about looks but lots of guys would say that Freddy is good-looking. We have a lot in common and enjoy each other's company but we live too far apart to have a satisfying sexual relationship." Will paused for a moment before adding, "Plus we're both almost exclusively tops." "A-ha! That's the real reason," said Andy. Then he smiled and winked at his uncle. "I'm going to enjoy being around two sexy daddies tomorrow." "I want you to behave tomorrow," growled Will. "Or you'll put me across your knees and spank my teenage butt?" Andy smiled. "Or I'll send you to live with your granny!" said Will. "No! I'll be good. Promise!" Andy said but still with a smile. Andy tried to watch some French television while Will prepared dinner but found that everyone spoke too quickly for him to follow much. He switched it off and joined his uncle in the kitchen. "Can I do anything to help?" "No, thanks. I'm almost finished. What experience do you have of cooking?" Will asked. "I can make toast without burning it and I can usually follow the instructions on microwave meals. That's about it," replied Andy. Will shook his head. "Microwave meals aren't allowed here. I'll teach you how to cook some dishes over the next few months. I'm almost finished here but you could put cutlery and glasses out on the table. Maybe also take the bottle of rosˇ wine from the fridge for me and open it. What would you like to drink?" "Can I try some of this wine?" Andy asked as he looked at the label on the bottle. "I suppose half a glass wouldn't do you any harm," said Will. "Most French children are taught about wine at your age." "My French teacher back home told us that some children start drinking wine when they are twelve," Andy said. "That's true, but usually in small amounts and with water added," responded Will. "The legal age for drinking in public is eighteen but many parents like to teach their children to appreciate wine with meals by the time they are fourteen. I suggest you have a glass of water as well but don't mix it with the wine." "That looks good. What is it?" Andy asked when Will brought two plates to the table. "Chicken in a creamy tarragon sauce with tagliatelle," replied Will. "I hope you will like it." Andy took a small piece of the sauce-covered chicken and declared it delicious. Then he raised his glass towards his uncle and said, "Cheers, Uncle Will. Thanks for treating me like a grown-up." "Cheers, Andy," smiled Will. "I wasn't expecting pasta but I suppose we're not too far from the Italian border," Andy said. "We're not. There are regular direct trains to Ventimiglia, just across the border," confirmed Will. "We'll visit Italy for lunch one day." "This is really tasty. I didn't know that you were such a good cook," Andy said a short time later. "I'm glad you like it," smiled Will. "As I said, I will teach you to cook in the months ahead. How is the wine?" Andy made a face. "Not too bad but I think I prefer fruit juice." "I'm glad," laughed Will. "I don't think your parents would be happy if I sent you home wanting wine with every meal." They sat on the balcony and chatted for a while after finishing the meal and then Andy helped with the washing up. Will tried not to smile when Andy faked a yawn and said that he needed an early night. He almost made a comment about the dildo but decided not to embarrass the boy. *** "How are you this morning?" Will asked when Andy eventually joined him for breakfast. "Okay," was all Andy said. "You don't look okay. Tell me what's wrong," said Will. Andy frowned. "I couldn't get the dildo in my...where it should go. I tried for ages last night and then again this morning." "What exactly did you do?" Will asked as he went to fetch some pain au chocolat and orange juice for Andy. "Well, after giving it lots of oral attention as I would a real cock - although I imagine a real cock would taste a whole lot better - I applied lots of lube to it. I put more lube around my hole, lay back and pushed it. It just hurt without slipping inside," said Andy. "I even tried sitting on it but I couldn't get it to go in." He sighed and ended with, "It looks so easy when I've seen young guys using dildos in videos." "Did you use a finger in your hole first, to prepare for it?" Will asked. "No, I didn't know that was necessary," replied Andy. "Did you remember to push out as you were pushing the dildo in?" asked Will. "Push out?" Andy looked puzzled. "Push out like you're taking a shit, as they like to say in porn stories. To open yourself up for it," Will replied. Andy shook his head. "I haven't read stories. I just look for videos when I'm horny." "Your education is lacking. Stories can be hotter than videos," smiled Will. "I bet you're one of those teenagers who rarely reads books for pleasure." "Guilty," smiled Andy. "It's easier to watch a film. Are there a lot of gay stories on the internet?" "Many thousands! Anyway, to get back to your problem, it's possible that the dildo is just too big for you to start on," said Will. "It was the smallest in the shop though." "What can we do?" Andy asked, chewing on a flaky pastry. "You can stop talking while you're eating," said Will. "I can go back to the shop after lunch and see if I can get a butt-plug for you. You might manage one of them better." "But we'll be with your friend, Freddy," Andy said. "We can't visit the sex-shop with him." "Why not? Are you worried about him knowing you're gay?" Will smiled, thinking about how open his nephew had been talking to him about sex. Andy thought for a moment and then smiled. "No. I don't mind him knowing I'm gay and a bottom-boy who wants to prepare himself to be fucked. You said he's a top so perhaps he will fuck me one day." Will shook his head. "You'd better not embarrass me by talking like that in front of him." "I'll behave. Don't worry," responded Andy. "Will you do me a favour? Help me with the butt-plug if I can't manage on my own." "I'm not sure that's really appropriate," said Will. Then, after Andy frowned, added, "Okay, maybe I can talk you through it." Andy got up from the table and hugged Will. "Thanks, Uncle Will. I knew I could rely on you." To be continued