Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 22:51:45 CST
From: K Ration <micrometer69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Friends - Chapter 32 & 33

Here's a long one (story, guys. Geez, get your mind outta the ______).
Chapter 32 was too short by itself, and I couldn't decide where to cut off
Chapter 33 to make it two chapters, but what the heck. Read it in segments
if you hurt yourself.

Family Friends
Chapter Thirty-two
Judy Sees Her First Erection

The girls spent the next morning outside helping John mow and trim their
yard and his. Jessie had gone upstairs to take a bath as soon as they came
into the house. While Judy was sitting on one of the kitchen bar stools
waiting her turn, Terri suggested she go over and tell John she was fixing
sandwiches for everybody. As soon as she came back, Judy went immediately
up to the bathroom where she found Jessie still soaking in the tub. When
Jessie looked at her sister, she saw a strange look on her face.

"What's the matter, Jude?" she asked. Judy sat down on the commode and
explained.

"Mom asked me to go over and tell dad she was making sandwiches for
everybody. He wasn't outside and he wasn't in the kitchen, so I figured he
was probably taking a shower and I decided to sneak up on him and surprise
him. I didn't think anything about him being in the shower. I mean we see
each other naked all the time. So as I'm sneaking into his bedroom I hear
his hair dryer, and I think perfect, he'll never hear me. But when I get
close enough to the door which is standing wide open, I can see him in the
mirror. He has the hair dryer in one hand pointed at his crotch, and with
the other hand he's moving his penis this way and that, you know, so the
air can get everywhere.

But his penis is long and it looks stiff. I've never seen it that way. I
mean it looked huge compared to the way it usually is. I mean, I'm not
going in there and surprise him with his penis like that. But before I
could turn around and leave, he starts rubbing his penis with his hand, you
know? Sort of up and down motions like this." And Judy made a circle of the
fingers of her right hand and slid them up and down the index finger of her
left hand to demonstrate what she had seen. Of course, Jessie knew what
Judy had seen. She had watched Jack Hagan doing the same thing. She had
also seen John's hardon from her bedroom window and knew it must have
looked huge to her sister.

Judy went on, "Well I wasn't about to stick around, so I went back out to
the kitchen and started hollering as I walked back towards his bedroom. By
the time I got there, he'd closed the bathroom door and I just told him to
come over for lunch when he was finished. What makes a guy's penis get
stiff like that anyway?" She asked. Jessie was starting to get those
feelings between her legs as she began imagining Jack Hagan masturbating in
his Jacuzzi.

"Lots of things can do that, Judy," Jessie answered. "Sight, touch, just
thinking or talking about sex like we are now, can make a guy hard."

Judy gave her a questioning look. "How do you know that?" she asked.

Jessie realized she had been thinking of her experience with Jack and
Jackie and might have given herself away with what she had just
said. Thinking quickly, she answered, "Jackie and I got to talking about it
the last time I was over there. We had gone swimming in their pond with
Jack and his trunks came off when he dove in one time. Jackie grabbed them
before he could and they started horsing around in the water. Then Jackie
hollered for me to join her to gang up on Jack. She and I still had our
suits on, of course. Anyway, we got to dunking each other and splashing and
stuff and Jack didn't seem to be paying any attention to the fact that he
didn't have his trunks on. Jackie had thrown his trunks out on the bank so
he didn't have any choice but to get out naked.

That was the first time I'd seen a boy naked. I didn't know then that they
were nudists. Anyway, we all got out and Jackie pushed Jack down and
started tickling him. I joined in and we were rolling all over the place,
arms and legs going every which direction. When we finally stopped to catch
our breaths, Jack was lying in the grass on his back. When I looked over at
him he had a hardon. He rolled over on his stomach when he saw me looking
at it and eventually it got soft again. Later that night I asked Jackie the
same question you just asked and she explained things to me. A lot of what
she knew she had learned from Nancy and Brigitte whose parents had
explained everything to them. Jackie said that she had seen Jack's hardon
several times and knew that it got hard if he touched it in certain
ways. She said she saw it get semi-hard just from drying himself with a
towel. She also said that boys frequently wake up with hardons, but she
didn't know why. So I guess when you saw dad drying himself, just having
his hand on his penis might have been enough, or maybe he was thinking of
mom. That would probably make him get hard."

Jessie had been getting more and more excited as she talked about Jack and
thought about his hardon.

She thought she could see a flush of excitement in Judy's cheeks, too, but
she wasn't sure.

"Why don't you let me finish my bath now so you can get yours?" she said,
hoping Judy would leave the room. Judy stood up and said, "OK, but don't
forget to rinse the tub when you're through and don't take too long. I want
to soak, too." As Judy left, Jessie began fingering her clitoris with rapid
strokes.

She wanted to cum but didn't want to make Judy suspicious or make her wait
too long.

Judy stripped out of her work shorts and halter top and sat in her room
waiting for Jessie to finish her bath. She was pretty sure her sister was
in there masturbating, but she decided to leave her alone.

As she sat there, she pictured Jack Hagan's body. She had told Jessie that
she liked to look at his penis when she thought he wasn't looking. Now she
began thinking of the times when his penis had seemed to hang a little
straighter than at other times. I wonder if he was starting to get hard
when I saw it that way she thought. I wish I could have been there with
Jessie when he had a hardon. I bet it's really cute. Not big like dad's.

As soon as Jessie was out of the tub, Judy joined her in the bathroom and
began refilling the tub for her own bath. While the tub was filling, she
sat down on the edge and watched her sister dry off.

Judy thought she was starting to be able to identify the telltale signs of
recent sexual excitation. Jessie's face was still a little flushed, her
nipples were semi-erect, and the lips of her vagina seemed a little
puffy. Judy admired her sister's body and hoped hers would soon develop to
be as pretty. Each time she took her clothes off, she examined herself to
see if any pubic hair had sprouted.

"Your bush is really pretty, Jess," she said. "I hope mine grows like
that."

Jessie blushed at her sister's compliment and saw that Judy was, indeed,
staring at her crotch.

She remembered how she had been turned on by looking at Jackie's furry
mound and decided Judy was getting turned on, too.

"Well, we'll probably have to trim each other's like I did mom's," she
responded. As Jessie left the bathroom to go down for lunch, Judy was just
slipping into the tub. "Don't do anything I didn't do,"

she said with a backward glance and a grin. Judy blushed and giggled, even
as she noticed that Jessie hadn't closed the bathroom door when she left.

Judy didn't play with herself all that often, and she probably didn't fully
understand the effect John's erection had had on her subconsciously, but
she was definitely ready to play today. She had felt those funny feelings
building in her crotch all the way home and they had continued to build as
she and Jessie had talked and as she had thought of Jack's penis and how it
might look hard. As soon as Jessie was out of the room, she closed her eyes
and sank back in the tub, the water just barely covering her sex, the
warmth of it adding to the sensations she was feeling. She immediately
moved one hand to her crotch, thinking of how she had played with Jessie
last night and how much her sister had enjoyed it. Her body twitched
involuntarily the minute she touched her clitoris. I can't believe Jessie
uses words like clit and penis so easily, she thought as she stroked
herself. As she continued to picture Jack Hagan naked, imagining what he
would look like if his penis were stiff and remembering her sister's
reactions to her fingers last night, she slipped her finger into the inner
folds of her vagina.

She could tell her juices were flowing because they were slick like oil
unlike the bath water. Then as she pulled her finger out, she rubbed the
palm of her hand up and down over her hairless mound, applying pressure to
her clitoris with the heel of her hand and tickling it with her
fingertips. Soon she was breathing heavily and hunching her hips against
the bathtub. She moved her middle finger once again into the folds of her
vagina to capture some of her juices and then moved it directly to her clit
which she began rubbing rapidly back and forth. Soon her orgasm was upon
her and she gasped as her body shook with the spasms of pleasure, her legs
tense, her feet pressing hard against the end of the tub.

With her eyes closed throughout this experience, she hadn't seen Jessie's
face at the door watching her. That was really exciting, thought Jessie as
she watched her sister masturbate. I don't think Judy does that very often
yet, but she sure seems to enjoy it when she does. I hope my button doesn't
show when I get downstairs. I wouldn't want mom or dad to get suspicious.



Family Friends Chapter Thirty-three Jack and John Get To Know Each Other

John had found Jack Hagan to be a precocious youngster, one not at all
bashful about his nakedness in any situation, and one who didn't hesitate
to say whatever was on his mind or to ask whatever question he had. So he
was not at all upset or inconvenienced when the Hagans asked if Jack could
stay with him while Jackie stayed with Terri and the girls during the last
week of May. The Hagans had entered two of their horses in a show out of
state and would be gone from Friday before Memorial Day to the Wednesday
afterwards. They were opposed to taking the kids out of school to go with
them because final exams were given that week.

The Hagans dropped the kids off at Terri's house early Friday morning and
took off for the horse show; thus began almost a week of fun and games at
John's pool and around Terri's kitchen table playing games. The week also
would prove to provide some very interesting discussions between John and
Jack. Friday was a pre-finals school holiday so they spent the day at
John's pool where they swam races, dove, sunbathed, floated on rafts and
played water games. One of those games was called King of the roost. They
made three two-person teams with one team member sitting on the shoulders
of the other. The object of the game was to force the rider of the opposing
teams to fall from the shoulders of his teammate. They teamed up with the
girls against the guys. Judy rode on her mom's shoulders, Jackie rode
Jessie's and Jack rode on John's.

As the game continued with Jack being pushed from side to side on John's
shoulders, John could feel the youngster's penis rubbing the back of his
neck. It didn't bother him or pose a problem though until the constant
friction caused Jack to develop a hardon. As John felt Jack's penis begin
to swell and poke him in the neck, he felt his own penis begin to respond
to the mental image it triggered.

Before he could get to the point where he would be fearful of not being
able to hide it long enough for it to go back down, John managed to "slip"
and let Jack fall from his shoulders. As he stood up in water just barely
above his waist, he noticed Judy sitting on her mom's shoulders looking
behind him with a curious expression on her face. Then he saw that Terri
was looking down at the water line.

Making excuses about being tired, John quickly turned away and swam to the
deep end of the pool where he sat on a step with his penis wedged between
his legs. A few minutes later as Judy and Jack had teamed up to play Jessie
and Jackie, Terri swam down and joined him.

"Something the matter?" she asked with a grin on her face.

"I'll say," John responded. "There we were winning one game after the other
and all of a sudden I feel Jack getting a hardon. The image it conjured up
in my mind caused me to start one. I dumped him as fast as I could, but I
think Judy may have seen his as he fell off.

She sure had a curious look on her face anyway."

Terri giggled, then quickly attempted to allay John's concerns about what
had happened. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Jessie told me something
like that happened the first time she was naked with Jack and Jackie. They
were tickling him and he got hard. The girls just laughed it off and he got
soft again pretty quick. She seemed to handle it real well, so I'm not too
concerned about what Judy might have seen. As far as yours is concerned,
that happens once in awhile at the Ponderosa pool, too. I think people
treat it with a lot of respect. They just turn away and the guy's own
embarrassment usually makes him get soft pretty quick. I just wish we were
alone and you could have stayed hard. I liked what I saw."

The rest of the weekend was uneventful. As planned, Jack stayed at John's
house and Jackie stayed with Jessie and Judy. It was a new experience for
John to have a boy in the house. Since he had never been able to have kids
of his own because of a sterility problem, the only kids who had ever spent
any real time at his place had been Terri's daughters. But it gave him an
added opportunity to get used to being naked around other people, and he
found Jack's openness and easy going nature delightful.

John was rapidly growing so fond of the naturist lifestyle that he didn't
want to wear clothes unless he absolutely had to. He had even installed a
rug with a pressure sensitive switch which was connected to a bell on the
outside of the house next to the back door. This way, anyone who approached
that door would trigger a warning to anyone swimming naked in the pool.

In their discussions at night as they sat watching TV or reading, John
learned that Jack and Jackie spent all of their time at home in the nude as
did their parents. As a result, Jack was not at all self conscious about
being naked with John. He could lounge around the house and walk around
without any discomfort or embarrassment, even though he frequently noticed
John looking at him. And he had to admit to himself that he enjoyed looking
at Jack's young naked body. It reminded him so much of his own body at
Jack's age, it was like being able to look back through time and see
himself naked.

Many times John found himself getting hard while looking at the boy,
especially when he saw Jack get semi-erect.

On the second night of his visit, John was sitting in his chair reading
while Jack sat at a card table studying for his finals. The seating
arrangement allowed John to see under the table directly into the boy's
lap. Jack's penis was clearly visible and John found himself frequently
glancing over and reminiscing about his youth. When he felt his own penis
twitch as it did when he began to get hard, he would go back to reading his
book. At one point the boy had actually gotten a full grown hardon.

John had been watching for quite some time as Jack kept trying to hide it
by pushing it down between his legs with his hand. When the lad noticed
that John was watching him, he turned beet red and shoved his hand in his
lap. Tears began to form in his eyes as he stammered profuse apologies.

With a little coaxing, John was able to get the boy to explain why he was
crying and why he was so upset. Jack explained that he had gotten an
erection in his mother's presence one time and she had yelled at him,
calling him a pervert and making him put his clothes on. The effect on Jack
was obviously traumatic.

"You don't need to be embarrassed about that on my account, Jack," John
said. "At least not when we're by ourselves. Your mom was probably just
trying to shock you into getting soft, but it sounds like she went a little
overboard. A kid your age can't really control his erections very
easily. Heck, I remember the same thing used to happen to me all the time
when I was your age. It was really tough when it happened at school, and
I'd sit there wishing it would go away and wanting to play with it, but
couldn't for fear someone would see me."

"Are you sure it doesn't bother you?" Jack asked hesitantly, still red with
embarrassment and still hiding his erection.

"No, Jack, it doesn't bother me. In fact, you remind me of me at your age,
and I find that rather interesting, even somewhat exciting. I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you looking at it."

Jack visibly relaxed and dried his tears with his free hand as he realized
that John not only didn't mind that he had a hardon but was perhaps even
excited by it.

"That's OK, Uncle John. As long as it doesn't bother you, it sure is a load
off my mind. I don't know why it gets hard sometimes when I'm not even
thinking about it, like just now. I mean, it feels good, but I was afraid
you'd make me go home or something."

Jack seemed to visibly relax as he went back to studying. He found it
difficult to concentrate, however, because now that he didn't have to be
afraid of his hardon, it just wouldn't go down. He even let it escape from
between his legs and when he thought John wasn't looking, he would reach
down with one hand and play with it just as John had mentioned, trying to
relieve the building pressure. As he studied and watched for opportunities
to squeeze his hardon though, he noticed John glancing at his crotch quite
frequently.

At one point, Jack got to a math problem that was giving him trouble and
walked over to John's chair to ask for his help. He saw John's eyes fixed
on his crotch and began to get hard. As he stood by John's chair waiting
for him to read through the problem, he noticed that John kept glancing up
at his groin, and his erection continued to grow. Since he enjoyed John's
stare, he did nothing to try to hide it. At the same time, Jack kept his
eyes on John's lap and his penis which lay small and limp with one nut
exposed and the other hidden between his legs. He was rewarded with John
starting to get hard himself, but before it could grow much at all, John
laid the math book in his lap to cover it.

Looking up at the boy, John said, "Jack, you certainly have lost your
shyness about having an erection, haven't you."

Looking down at himself, Jack replied, "I like it when it's hard. It feels
good and I like to look at it.

And you said you didn't mind seeing it this way, so why not?"

"I didn't mean to stare so much. I'll try not to do that in the future."

Jack quickly responded, "Oh I don't mind, Uncle John. In fact, I kind of
like it. Especially now that I know why. I'm glad my penis looks like yours
did, and I could never walk around my house with a hardon, not with mom and
Jessie there, or dad either for that matter. He saw me hard once and just
brushed it off, but I could tell he wasn't comfortable with it."

All the time they were talking, Jack had continued to stand beside John's
chair, his erection not even an arm's length away. John's penis had gotten
hard where it lay under the math book and was throbbing just like Jack's
was. As he picked up the book to return to the math problem, Jack got a
very brief look at his erection before he could stuff it between his legs.

"You don't have to hide that from me, Uncle John," he said.  "It doesn't
embarrass me any more than mine embarrasses you."

Later, as they were watching television, Jack had once again gotten hard.

Probably thinking that John wasn't paying any attention, he had simply
started touching himself, twisting his penis back and forth in a corkscrew
fashion until it was completely hard. John just happened to look over
during a commercial and saw what Jack was doing. When he saw that Jack
apparently wasn't aware of what he was doing or that John might in fact be
watching, he coughed lightly.

Looking at John over his shoulder, Jack blushed slightly and covered his
crotch with one of the throw pillows lying beside him on the couch.

"Sorry," he said quietly.

"That's OK, Jack. I know how it feels," was John's reply.

The fact of the matter was that John had started to get an erection, not
too much of a start, but enough to make his penis a little fuller and a
little longer than it usually was. To top off the situation, John had to go
to the bathroom. Having put it off for a while already, there was nothing
he could do but get up and cross the room in his present condition. He was
surprised that his erection seemed to grow a bit rather than shrink as he
urinated, and when he walked back into the TV room, he saw that Jack
watched him as he crossed the room. The look of admiration on Jack's face
just made him grow, and his hardon was almost complete by the time he sat
in his chair.

When the sitcom they were watching ended, Jack turned off the TV and rolled
onto his side, placing the pillow which had been hiding his erection back
under his head. A quick glance told John that things had returned to
normal. Leaning on one arm, his head propped in his hand, Jack said, "Uncle
John?"

"Yeah," John replied.

"When you were my age, did you talk to your dad much?"

John thought a moment and said, "Yes, I guess I did. We had a pretty close
relationship and used to talk about a lot of things. In fact, the only
subject I can remember my dad ever refusing to discuss was sex. He said
that nature would teach me everything I needed to know."

Jack answered, "Did it?"

"No, it didn't. Fortunately I had an uncle that was willing to answer my
questions. I think our conversations prevented me from making several
mistakes as I was growing up."

After a minute or two, Jack said, "My dad's a lot like yours was. It's
strange, you know? I mean, we're all nudists and he doesn't have any
problem with that, but he can't talk to me about some of the things I'd
like to talk about."

John just kept silent, suspecting what Jack was leading up to and wondering
if he would have the courage to ask. But instead of continuing, Jack got up
and went to the kitchen for a coke. John had picked up his book and was
reading when Jack returned and stood behind his chair. John wasn't really
aware of the boy's presence until Jack said, "I think your penis looks
really neat, Uncle John."

Startled, John laid the book in his lap and looked back and up at
Jack. "I'm surprised to here you say that, Jack. I wouldn't have thought
you'd take much notice," he said.

"Well, heck, Uncle John, you said you like looking at me. Why shouldn't I
want to look at you?"

"I'm just surprised you'd find an adult's penis something fun to look at.

Especially since you see so many of them at the Ponderosa."

"Sure," Jack said, "but you know nobody really looks at each other there.

And if you did, somebody'd holler at you about it. But have you ever
noticed Mr. Thompkins?  His penis is huge.

And it's uncircumcised. I think it's ugly. But yours is smaller and not
ugly at all. And it's neat to think mine might look like yours when I'm
older."

"But how about at home, Jack? Your dad looks a good bit like me when he's
soft. You're more likely to look like him when you grow up," John said.

"Maybe. But, you know, I can't look at my dad that way. I mean, after all,
he's my dad. You're more like an older brother," Jack said. "But I am
curious about how other guys look and how I might look when I'm older. So
if it's alright with you, could we just forget about trying to hide our
hardons and be really open about looking at each other?"

"Well, I guess if you're comfortable with that, I could try it."

Going over to the couch, Jack said, "Do you mind talking about this stuff,
Uncle John?"

Setting his book aside, John replied, "No, Jack, I don't mind. Just
remember though that when I talked to my uncle, we were both
dressed. Sometimes, just talking about sex can have an effect on a guy."

Jack sort of grinned and said, "Yeah, maybe we'll both get hard."

John just looked at the youngster for a minute. Jack certainly could
surprise him sometimes.

"Yeah, maybe," John replied.

Jack continued, "I noticed when you came back from the bathroom a few
minutes ago you looked like you were getting that way. Was that because of
what I was doing?"

John was starting to wonder what he had gotten himself into when he agreed
to talk.

"Well yes, since you mention it. When I looked up from my book, you were
sprouting a pretty obvious erection. It had an effect on me, yes."

The way Jack was lying on the couch, John couldn't help but see his penis.

The couch was directly across the room which put them in direct line of
sight to each other.

Jack continued, "When you feel yourself getting hard out at the pool or at
the Ponderosa or someplace where you don't want to, how do you keep it from
happening?"

"Well, I'm not as experienced with this lifestyle as you and your folks
are, but when I feel that happening, I usually roll over onto my stomach if
I'm lying down, or I sit down someplace where I can hide it between my legs
until it goes away, or if I'm in the pool, I'll just swim away from people.

How about you?" John answered.

Reaching down and rubbing his penis briefly, Jack said, "Oh, I just try to
think of some of my school assignments, or I start swimming real hard, or I
roll over like you do. I don't usually have trouble with it when I'm naked
with lots of other people, but if there aren't very many people around or
any strangers, then it's harder."  Then, realizing what he had just said,
he blushed and said, "I mean, it's more difficult not to get hard."

Even as he spoke, Jack could feel himself getting a hardon and he could see
that John had noticed it, too. But Jack didn't care. It was neat to be able
to let it happen without fear of getting a reprimand from his parents or
someone else & without being embarrassed like he would be if Terri or
someone else was present. So he just let it happen and kept talking. Maybe
Uncle John will get hard, too, he thought to himself.

"When do you think I'll start getting hair down here?" Jack asked, pointing
to his lap where his hairless penis lay half erect, his nuts pulled up
tight in their sack.

"Well, it's anybody's guess, Jack. Some boys your age already have some of
their pubic hair. I remember when I was eleven I assumed I'd get some when
I was thirteen because I saw that my brother who was two years older than
me had some when he was that age. But then my thirteenth birthday rolled
around and I still didn't have any. I know I was at least in the tenth
grade before my pubic hair began to come in."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, I remember this one friend and I shared a desk in the back row of
our Civics class which was a ninth grade class. We used to unzip our pants
and play with each other right there in class, and I remember that he came
home with me one day after school and we stripped and masturbated
together. Neither of us had any hair at the time."

As John related this story, he felt himself getting hard and could do
nothing to stop it. In spite of what Jack had just suggested, he rested his
hands in his lap to hide it as he felt it grow to a complete erection.

"Some of the guys at school say that if a guy plays with himself too much
he can go blind. Is that true?"

John had heard this joke when he was Jack's age. "No, Jack, it isn't true,"

John answered.

"Even if he cums every time he does it?" Jack asked with a little
nervousness and fear in his voice.

Before answering, John thought to himself, well, we're finally getting down
to what's bothering him, and there's finally something that he's not so
confident about.

"Jack, that story has been around even longer than I have. We used to tease
the younger boys who were just starting to do that and then watch them
blush. You can't hurt yourself masturbating, and it doesn't make any
difference how many times you cum, either."

Jack's hardon was throbbing in his lap, and John continued to glance at it
as they talked. His own penis continued to throb as a result. He was
actually having some trouble keeping it hidden with just his hands. Jack
stared at him intently as he continued with his questions.

"Do guys always play with themselves? I mean as they get older do they stop
doing it?"

"If you're asking if guys my age masturbate, the answer is yes. What few
articles I've read on the subject indicate that most men continue to
masturbate all their lives. And certainly married men do it, or their wives
do it for them. Often times a man and his wife will do it together as part
of getting ready to make love."

As he was speaking, John had been thinking of the time just recently when
he and Terri had masturbated together. The memories and Jack's hard young
penis staring him in the face were enough to fuel his own erection. He
didn't realize that his intermittent squeezes were so noticeable until he
saw Jack grinning as he looked at him. In fact, Jack started to say
something about John trying to hide his condition and then decided not to.

"Do you masturbate much Uncle John?"

John saw Jack's hand move to his crotch and begin twisting his penis as he
had been earlier in the evening. This was the first time Jack had used that
word this evening and it seemed to have excited him. At the same time, the
heat and sweat in John's crotch was really irritating him and he needed to
rearrange himself. Unfortunately, with Jack staring at him and playing with
himself as he awaited John's answer, John's erection was full and throbbing
and there wasn't any way he could move his hands and pull his scrotum away
from where it was pinched between his thighs without the boy seeing it. But
Jack doesn't seem to have a problem playing with himself with me watching
him or letting me see him with a hardon, perhaps I shouldn't worry about
it, just try to act natural like he is.

John lost the mental battle with himself. Trying to hide his erection with
one hand as he used the other to pull his testicles out of the tight spot
they were in, his hardon nonetheless became clearly evident for a few
seconds. When he was finished, he simply folded his hands on top of his
erection again, effectively hiding it from view. When he was once again
settled, the look on Jack's face told him the boy had seen it.

John answered Jack's question, "I don't know what you mean by much, Jack. I
guess I do it more often than most married men do, but my opportunities for
the alternative have been pretty limited since my wife died several months
ago."

He could tell by the look on Jack's face that his answer had pleased the
boy, but he wasn't sure why or how. John pressed down on his erection in an
attempt to relieve the tension that was building.

He noticed that Jack took note of his actions. Jack had switched from
twisting his penis corkscrew fashion to forming a tent with his fingers and
running them from the base of his penis to the head.

Each time he did this, John could see it swell and throb. This is going to
have to stop, or Jack's going to cum right there on the couch, John
thought, and I'm not too sure of myself, either.

"Look Jack," he said, "it's getting late and we have Sunday School and
church tomorrow. You'd better get in there and brush your teeth and get
ready for bed."

Darn! thought Jack, he's not going to let me see anything else. Realizing
that now was not a good time to argue, Jack got up from the couch and went
to the kitchen to rinse out his glass. This meant he had to walk the length
of the room with his erection in full view. He was enjoying being able to
walk around with a hardon, and it didn't seem to bother Uncle John all that
much. He looked at John's lap as he walked by but couldn't see anything.

John stayed where he was as Jack walked back across the room to go to his
bedroom, his hardon still bouncing in front of him. When he heard the water
stop running in the bathroom sink, he got up and went to the linen closet
to get an old bath towel. He was very much aware that his erection had only
diminished slightly, but he resolved to behave as Jack had requested and
try not to be embarrassed by it. As he walked down the hall, he could see
Jack standing by the bed, his back to the door, the bedside lamp still
on. John was sure that Jack's arm was moving in the telltale manner of one
who is stroking himself. He coughed lightly to announce his presence and
then stepped into Jack's room, unconsciously holding the towel in front of
him to hide what had immediately become a full erection.

As he did so, Jack turned, his face red, his penis erect and throbbing. But
although he was clearly blushing from embarrassment, he made no attempt to
hide himself. He climbed under the covers as John walked over and sat on
the bed. As he looked down at this precocious young man in his guest room
bed, he saw Jack's eyes come up to meet his, a smile on his face.

"Wow! Uncle John," the boy said, staring openly at John's erection. "Your
penis is really big when it's hard - a lot bigger than when it's soft. Do
you think mine will be that big?"

Sitting cross-legged on the bed next to Jack, his erection stood out
stiffly in his lap. As the boy watched it throb with nature's contractions,
John answered him.

"I can't say, Jack. I had one friend that I started playing around with in
grade school. By the time we got to the tenth or eleventh grade, I was only
a little bigger than you are now when I was hard.

But his was huge. Our penises were probably about the same size when they
were soft, but when he got an erection his penis was as big around as your
forearm and so thick I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it. It
was so long it reached all the way to his belly button."

John saw Jack's eyes get big when he mentioned having his hand on his
friend's erection.

"So you and this guy used to play with each other, too?"

"Yeah, I had two or three friends that used to get together and play around
in grade school. But by the time we started masturbating it was just me and
Sam - except for that one time with the kid from my Civics class."

As John was speaking, Jack had pushed the covers back, exposing his
erection. Reaching down and holding his hardon against his stomach where
the head reached just about where his pubic hair would have stopped if he'd
had any, Jack said, "Wow. If his came all the way to his belly button, it
must have been big. How far does yours reach, Uncle John?"

"I don't know," John answered hesitantly. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Sure, let's see."

Standing at the side of the bed, John held his erection against his
stomach.

The head came about an inch short of his navel.

Jack was squeezing his penis as he said, "Yeah, I guess his was really big.

But I think yours looks better than his must have. The hole in your penis
is really big isn't it."

Blushing as he released his hardon to bounce at attention in plain view,
John answered, "Yeah, I suppose it is. I'm used to it, but I like yours a
lot better."

He saw Jack's face register a look of pride at his comment.

"I brought you a towel. I think you've made it fairly obvious that you're
going to need it if you want to have any hopes of keeping the sheets
clean. I enjoyed our talk, Jack.

You're a special kid, and I love you." As he bent over to give the boy a
kiss on his forehead, Jack raised his arms and wrapped them around John's
neck. "I love you, too, Uncle John," he said. As he stood, John turned away
quickly, hoping to hide the tear that was making its way down his
cheek. But Jack saw it and gained a new understanding of how much John did
love him. If I didn't have a dad, I'd want Uncle John to be my dad, he
thought to himself as John turned off the overhead light and left the room.

John walked down the hall into his own bedroom, fully intending to get into
bed. On sudden impulse, however, he continued in the circular path that
took him into the living room. Having left the door to Jack's room open,
John could see directly into the room. Standing unseen in the darkness, he
watched as Jack fondled himself, rolling his penis back and forth between
the palms of his hands and lifting his nuts to where he could see them. It
seemed he was studying the little wrinkled sack intently.

John could see that it had shrunk to a tight little container as all men's
scrotums do when they are excited or cold.

Eventually, Jack laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes,
stroking his erect penis slowly with one hand. The covers were still folded
back to the side, and John could see the towel he had given him spread out
on the bed beside him. From his vantage point, John could see everything
from the boy's feet to his head, and he soon found himself stroking his own
hard cock as he watched Jack masturbate. The boy was really enjoying
himself, lying flat on his back with one hand behind his head, his legs
spread wide, his scrotum drawn up tight but fully exposed to the air.

John was mesmerized by the sight before him. He watched intently as the
boy's hand slid up and down on his cock. Just as he had when he was Jack's
age, Jack grasped his penis firmly and moved the skin up and down on his
penis. It appeared Jack wasn't familiar with John's favorite technique of
using a loose grip so that his hand just slid along the length of his penis
without moving the skin.

John was amazed at how exciting he found the scene before him. He had never
thought of what it would be like to see someone Jack's age masturbate, but
he found that it brought back vivid and fond memories of his own early
puberty experiences.

Some time later, Jack's hand finally began moving more rapidly up and down
the length of his penis.

As he neared his climax, John saw his hips begin to move up and down
slightly as he humped his fist.

When Jack rolled to his side and began shooting his semen onto the towel,
John almost came himself.

In fact, he had to force himself to let go of his cock to prevent cuming
onto the living room carpet as he watched Jack hump his hips back and
forth, his body shuddering with his youthful climax.

John stayed where he was and watched as Jack's orgasm finally ran its
course. He found that he enjoyed seeing the boy's penis dwindle in size as
he wiped the head of it clean with the towel. The last thing John saw was
Jack's limp penis lying loosely in his lap as he reached over and turned
out the bedside lamp.

John went immediately to his own bed where he beat off wondering if the lad
in his guest room would ever try to do what he had just done - watch from
the shadows as he masturbated. He came strongly as he fantasized Jack
watching him from some hiding place.

Sunday night, all of them went to a fireworks celebration and then came
home, peeled off their clothes and sat in the spa where they played word
games and talked of John & Terri's upcoming wedding. All three of the girls
seemed to be having lots of fun participating in the planning of the
special event. Jack just threw in a few witticisms and sided with John on
any issue that caused a difference of opinion. The past few days had
resulted in a special bond developing between the two of them. Terri had
already noticed it, but even the girls began to notice as throughout the
conversation, Jack kept edging closer to John until finally he was sitting
right next to him. It seemed the most natural thing in the world when John
slipped his arm around the boy's shoulders. Terri felt a tear form in the
corner of her eye at the affection she saw developing between the two. He's
altogether different from Charlie. Charlie could hardly hug his daughters;
he certainly would never have been able to hug a boy who wasn't his own
son, she thought to herself.

When they finally got out of the spa and the ladies had their robes on to
go home, arrangements were made for the next day, Memorial Day. Everyone
agreed that they wanted to sleep late, and John and Jack would come over to
Terri's about ten or eleven for brunch.

John had set Jack up in the guest room which had its own bathroom. Usually,
they used their separate bathrooms to get ready for work and school. But on
Monday morning things were different. To begin with, Jack showed up in
John's bedroom about 8:30. He tiptoed into the room and over to the bed
where John lay on his side, the sheet coming just to his waist. With a
shout, Jack jumped up on the bed and began to tickle him. Caught by
surprise as he was, it was all John could do to grab the covers to hide his
morning erection, which he seemed to have almost every day.

Soon, though, he was joining in the fun, laughing and tickling Jack
back. Everything was OK until Jack ended up sitting on John's lap with only
the sheet between them and both of them hard as rocks.

When they realized the situation, John's larger erection throbbing under
Jack's butt, and Jack's erection throbbing practically on John's stomach,
John started to roll Jack to the side.

"Sorry, but you'd better get off," he said, blushing, "one of those
unintentional but embarrassing events in a guy's life."  But Jack squeezed
his legs against John's sides, resisting John's attempt to move him aside.

"That's OK, Uncle John. Wait a minute. See? I got hard, too," Jack answered
somewhat proudly, continuing to sit on John's hardon and pointing at his
own which was throbbing in his lap. Jack slid back and forth a couple of
inches, moving his nuts along John's erection.

"Wow! that feels neat. You're really hard aren't you?" he said as though
they were talking about an everyday occurrence. Then, before John could
react, he jumped off the bed and ran over and turned on the TV. Bringing
the remote back with him, he climbed under the covers and moved over next
to John.

"Want to watch anything in particular?" he asked.

"Sure, why don't you try the Animal Planet channel," John said as he got
out of bed trying to hide his erection.

"Are you getting up already?" Jack asked, sounding hurt and disappointed.

"No, Jack," John answered, "I just have to use the bathroom."

When John came back from the bathroom, his erection was about half gone,
and he thought everything would return to normal. As he climbed into bed
and pulled the covers up to his chin, Jack moved over closer so that their
bodies were touching, John's arm trapped between them. They lay there
watching TV for several minutes before Jack rolled to his side and rested
his head on John's shoulder, his arm across his chest. Soon John could tell
that the youngster had fallen asleep.

As John was extricating his arm from between them, his hand inadvertently
brushed against the boy's penis. John's breath caught in his throat at this
contact. He was surprised by the thrill it provided and concerned that he
might have awakened Jack. But Jack didn't move, and his breathing didn't
change, so John slid his arm under the boy's shoulders to make him more
comfortable.

As he did, Jack snuggled closer and moved one leg across John's
thighs. John continued to watch television for another half hour and was
about to fall asleep himself when he felt something throbbing against his
leg. It took him only a moment to realize that Jack had gotten hard, and
his penis was poking John's leg with each involuntary contraction. So this
is what Joan was feeling all those times she used to joke about my hardon
"poking" her. He lay there quietly enjoying the moment and thinking about
how Jack's penis had looked hard and twitching as he lay on the couch last
night. Soon he found himself getting hard, and since Jack was asleep, he
did nothing to prevent it.

What John didn't know, however, was that Jack was awake. Evidently his
hardon throbbing against John's leg had been enough to awaken him from his
light "second" sleep.

Whatever the reason, the first thing he was aware of was his hardon and the
fact that he was sleeping up against John, his leg lying across John's
legs. Enjoying the moment, he didn't move, but slowly opened his eyes. His
gaze fell immediately on the covers at John's lap which he could see moving
up and down as if by some secret hand. It didn't take him long to realize
what had happened.

After just a moment, he risked making a move which he hoped John would
assume was natural.

Trying to feign sleep, he raised the leg which was across Johns' legs to a
position just a few inches higher, one which he hoped would seem
natural. Evidently his move didn't alert John to his wakefulness, because
as his leg came to rest on top of John's erection, John made no immediate
attempt to move it. Jack marveled at the strength of the throbs he could
feel in John's erection and wanted desperately to be able to touch it with
his hands, to see what a hardon this size would feel like.

About that time, John reached down and moved Jack's leg aside as though he
were still asleep.

Then climbing out of bed, he went into the bathroom to shave and
shower. Jack stayed in bed until he heard the shower stop running which
gave him an excuse to wake up.

Walking to the bathroom, he stood in the doorway for a moment and watched
as John dried off.

He stared openly at John's crotch, noticing that John had gotten soft
during his shower. He really liked the way it looked and secretly hoped his
would look the same when he grew up.  As John finished drying his crotch,
Jack saw that his penis was longer than usual although not really hard.

"I guess that's why guys at the Ponderosa don't spend much time drying
themselves down there, huh.

A guy's penis starts to react pretty quick doesn't it?"

John seemed surprised to find Jack standing in the doorway watching him.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he said, "Oh hi Jack. I didn't see you
there. Yeah, I guess you're right."

As John began to shave, Jack left and returned with his toothbrush and
towel. Moving to the sink next to him, he continued to watch John's crotch
in the mirror. John couldn't help but see that the boy was looking at him
intently, and he felt himself reacting. As his penis began to lengthen
slightly, Jack picked up the conversation where they had left off the night
before.

"It's really neat to be able to look at your penis and nuts without being
afraid of how you'll react, Uncle John. I don't know why, but I've always
been curious about how other guys look but obviously can't stare at them at
the nudist park."

"Well, I guess I can understand that. I always had the same curiosity, but
knowing you're looking at me like that is going to cause a reaction."

"Yeah, I can see you're getting a hardon," Jack said, excitement in his
voice.

Just hearing Jack's comment spurred his erection. With his penis continuing
to enlarge, John looked down at Jack's groin and saw that he, too, was
developing an erection. Soon the two of them were standing there side by
side, their penises fully erect and throbbing. Jack was the first to speak.

"I guess you don't have much opportunity to play with other guys now, do
you, Uncle John."

"No. I haven't played with somebody else's penis since Sam and I stopped
playing with each other in the tenth grade."

After a moment of silence during which the two of them kept watching each
other's hardon as they tried to finish getting ready for the day, Jack said
hesitantly, his voice husky and heavy with tension, "You could play with me
sometime if you want to. I wouldn't mind."

Looking up at the boy's face and realizing how turned on he was, John felt
his heart skip a beat.

Jack's offer immediately brought back fond memories of how he and his
friends used to play with each other's genitals.

"You're really serious, aren't you Jack."

"Yes, I am. I'd really like it. Rex and Rusty and I have done it with each
other a couple of times, and it felt really neat."

John didn't say anything more, and Jack eventually went back to his room to
get dressed.

The next morning, as John was shaving, Jack appeared at his bathroom door.

"Uncle John, would you mind sharing your bathroom this morning? I'd like to
take a bath."  John looked over at Jack, noticing his penis hanging limply
at his groin, and said, "there's a tub in the guest bathroom, too, you
know."

"I know, but I'd rather be here with you."  With a brief thought of how
Jack had openly displayed himself the previous morning, John replied, "Sure
, Jack, no problem."

As John continued to shave, Jack stepped over to the commode to pee.

Watching him out of the corner of his eye, John thought to himself, I can't
believe I look at him every time I see him now as though he were me at that
age. Except I could never pee with someone else in the room. Jack obviously
doesn't have that problem. When he was finished, Jack went to the tub and
turned on the water. As it was filling, he sat on the edge of the tub with
his feet spread comfortably on the floor, his hands at his sides on the
tub. He knew he was showing off, but he hoped he wouldn't get in trouble
for it.

>From where he sat, he could just see John's genitals above the counter top
reflected in the wall-to- wall mirror over the sink. He could see that John
was glancing at his crotch as he shaved, and this caused his young penis to
spring to life once again. All these morning hardons were starting to have
a cumulative effect on him, and he really wanted to play with himself.

As he watched John watching him, he saw John's penis begin to swell and
stiffen. Watching it happen was a real turn on for the boy, and he reached
down and grabbed his own erection, squeezing it and pulling on it, knowing
for sure now that John was watching.

"Jack," John said in bewilderment, "are you sure it doesn't bother you that
what you're doing is causing me to get an erection?"

"No, why should it?"

"Well, I was always embarrassed the few times I even saw my dad naked. I
would have been mortified to see him erect. I remember thinking his penis
didn't even look good to me when I was your age."

John's penis had continued to harden as he talked and now Jack was staring
at it fully erect. He thought it was a fabulous experience, and his hand
kept busy in his lap.

"Yeah, Uncle John, but you and your dad weren't nudists. You weren't used
to seeing men naked.

I've seen my dad and other men naked all my life."

"Yeah," John said, "but you don't see them hard!"

"No, and most of them I wouldn't want to. The only hardons I've ever seen
besides my own are Rex Riggle and Rusty Brown. But you aren't my dad and I
think yours looks neat.

Besides, I think it's major cool to be able to have a hardon with somebody
else around and not have to worry about it."

With that, Jack stood up and stepped into the tub. But seeing John's eyes
following him, he paused before sitting down and stared at himself in the
mirror, knowing that John would get a good look, too. Then he lay down in
the tub which was long enough for him to lay flat on his back with just his
head against the back. The water was just high enough to cover his nuts,
leaving his penis swaying stiffly with the water. John watched as he made
waves with his hands and watched his penis whip back and forth. Then Jack
grabbed his penis and started stroking it as though John weren't even in
the room.

But John was in the room and was very much aware of what young Jack was
doing.  He knew his own hardon wasn't going to go away. Looking at this
boy, who he wished more and more was his own son, playing with himself so
boldly, he said, "Jack, I'm amazed that you can play with yourself like
that, knowing that I'm standing here and can see what you're doing. I'd
have been embarrassed to death at your age if an adult even thought I was
masturbating, much less watched me do it."

Jack's hand paused in its stroking motion and released his penis so he
could look at it as he answered.

"Well, Rex & Rusty are the only other guys I've ever done this with, but I
think it's great. It's really fun knowing you're watching. But I couldn't
do it with my Dad or anybody else."

John turned around and leaned against the sink, his hardon sticking out in
plain view. He found it exciting when he saw the way Jack stared at it.

"But you just said you'd seen Rex and Rusty with hardons. Surely you can do
it with them."

Looking back and forth between his own hardon and Uncle John's, Jack
answered, "Oh sure, I can do it with them. But I haven't seen them in a
long time, several weeks in fact."

Before he completely lost control, John stepped over to the shower stall
and turned on the water.

Then he reached over the end of the tub to get his towel and washcloth,
glancing down at Jack as he did so. Jack's hands were at his sides, his
erection drawing John's gaze like a magnet. As John shifted his gaze to the
boy's face, he could tell his own penis was the center of Jack's attention.

John quickly stepped into the shower, his erection undiminished. After
washing, John shampooed his hair, then used his suds covered hands to wash
his genitals. As he did, his arousal and the feel of his hands on his cock
drove him to the brink of orgasm. Glancing through the shower door to the
tub, he saw that Jack was watching him.  As his soapy hands stroked his
hardon several times, first from bottom to top and then from top to bottom
he realized that he enjoyed the fact that Jack was there, watching. He used
his favorite technique of applying extra pressure on the slow down stroke
which left the head momentarily the only part exposed. Before things got
out of hand, however, he stopped washing his crotch and rinsed his hair.


When he stepped from the shower and picked up his towel, he looked down at
Jack lying in the tub, his hand wrapped around his penis. Jack in turn was
watching John as he toweled himself dry, his hardened penis bouncing around
as the towel brushed against it.

"How come you wash your crotch with shampoo, Uncle John?" the boy asked.

"Well, for two reasons, actually. Obviously you've noticed that the hole in
my penis is rather large.

Soap stings if it gets in there. Shampoo doesn't. And it feels good," John
answered.

As John hung up his towel, his erection swinging freely for Jack to see,
the boy sat up and asked somewhat timidly, "would you give me a bath, Uncle
John?"

John hesitated a moment, very much aware of the youngster's nakedness.  But
once again he lost the mental battle. Kneeling at the side of the tub, he
grabbed the soap and began rubbing it over Jack's back. Then he ran it over
the boy's shoulders and chest. Dropping the soap, he used his hands to wash
Jack's back and chest simultaneously, running them up and down the boy's
soft skin. He found his love for the lad growing as he continued this new
experience. Then he washed Jack's arms and armpits as Jack raised his hands
into the air. Somehow, this seemed to make the boy's erection stand out
even more than before.

When John was finished with Jack's upper body, he moved to his legs and
feet. As he lifted one foot out of the water and began tickling his toes
with soapy fingers, Jack leaned back on his hands for balance. Again, this
left his penis exposed and throbbing in his lap.

Sliding his hands up the boy's leg, John felt his wrist rub across the head
of Jack's penis and heard the boy gasp softly at the touch.

"Sorry," John said hastily. "That's OK," Jack responded quickly. "That felt
good. You could do it some more if you want to."

John continued down Jack's left leg to his foot and then back up the leg to
his groin. Looking at the little hairless hardon and nuts, he lost control
of his desires and let his left hand move into the boy's lap. Jack sighed
and thrust his pelvis up as John's hand rubbed his cock and balls.

"Oh wow, Uncle John," Jack said with heavy breathing. "That feels awesome."

The boy's actions and words encouraged John to continue washing the lad's
penis and nuts. He was surprised at how thrilling it was to be playing with
one so small. It was just like before, so many years ago.

Soon Jack said, "Would you use the shampoo like you did for yourself, Uncle
John?

"Sure," John replied as he stood up and stepped into the shower for the
bottle.

As he returned to the tub, he found Jack standing up, his little peter
sticking straight out from his groin, throbbing. Jack was staring at John's
penis which was also as hard as it had ever been.

Sitting on the side of the tub, John found himself staring at Jack's erect
penis just inches from his face. As his hands massaged the shampoo into the
boy's crotch, he began having second thoughts about doing this.

"You have a cute penis, Jack, but I think this is something you should do,"

John answered, his eyes still on Jack's penis.

"Aw, come on, Uncle John. Please don't stop. It feels so good," Jack
pleaded.

"This isn't something I should do for you, Jack. Men can get into all sorts
of trouble this way,"

John answered, fighting to gain control of his emotions and losing the
battle once again.

"But you're different, Uncle John. You're not like other men. I wouldn't
want any other man to do it. Please, Uncle John, it hurts," Jack begged, a
tear of disappointment and frustration trickling down his cheek.

Looking up at the boy, John gave in. "Oh alright," he said, "but just this
once."

Then gently, he resumed smearing the suds over Jack's abdomen and then down
over his penis and his sack. Jack couldn't stifle the gasps of pleasure
that escaped involuntarily at the touch of John's hand. And John couldn't
control the shiver that went through his body as he rubbed his hand over
Jack's penis and balls, his own erection throbbing almost painfully in his
lap. He heard Jack's breathing increase in gasps and sighs as his hand
finally grasped the boy's penis and made light stroking motions from its
base to its head.

Suddenly Jack groaned, his legs began to quiver and he shot a load of cum
which landed on John's chest. The next spurt also hit his chest but the
last one fell short and dropped into the tub, some of it landing on the
head of his penis. John was so surprised that he didn't know what to do.

Knowing what Jack was experiencing, he felt he had no option but to help
the boy finish his orgasm by lightly squeezing and tugging on his penis.

Jack had placed both of his hands on John's head to steady himself and he
sagged forward, his penis almost touching John's face as John finished
stroking him gently. Finally Jack regained control and sat down in the
tub. John pulled the plug from the tub drain, and as the water level
dropped, he grabbed a plastic bowl that he kept handy to rinse the
tub. Filling it with warm water, he rinsed the soap from Jack's body,
rubbing his free hand over the boy's back, chest, arms and legs. Then as
Jack leaned back on his hands exposing his limp dick, John took extra care
to rinse away the soap and cum that was still there.

As Jack stood up, he saw John grab his own hardon and wipe off the cum that
had landed there.

He could see that John's hand was slick with the residue of his orgasm.

"I'm sorry, Uncle John, I didn't mean to cum on you."

John was bewildered by his own feelings and by the fact that Jack still
didn't seem to feel awkward about the situation in which they found
themselves, even after his sexual drive had been satiated.

Being careful not to create any feelings of guilt on Jack's part, John said
as calmly as he could, "That's OK, Jack. I've gotten it on myself
before. It'll wash off. I guess you enjoyed that."

"I'll say," Jack answered. "And it really felt great! Better than when Rex
or Rusty do it even." And in a sudden show of affection, he grabbed John
around the head and pulled John's face into his lap in a big hug,
inadvertently shoving his penis against John's cheek. I have to get out of
here before I cum on his feet, John thought to himself.

Standing, he started to turn to step out of the tub. Staring at John's
erection so close to him now, Jack said, "can I touch it?"

John's answer was quick and certain, "I don't think so, Jack. I'll just go
to the other bathroom while you finish in here."  As John left the bathroom
to beat off by himself, Jack saw him raise his hand to his face and
correctly assumed that Uncle John was tasting his semen. An additional
thrill went through the lad as he started to dry himself off. John went
immediately to the guest bathroom where he quickly brought himself to
orgasm.

The rest of Monday and Tuesday were quite uneventful, to the point that
John was reassured that the incidents in the bathroom had not had a
negative effect on Jack. To the contrary, to Terri and the girls, Jack
seemed even closer to Uncle John than before. Jack had no exams on
Wednesday and didn't have to go to school. Tuesday night, as they were
preparing for bed, Jack came into John's bedroom.

"Can I sleep with you tonight Uncle John?" he asked. Looking at him
closely, John tried to discern whether the boy had any ulterior motive in
his question. Deciding that the boy was sincere, he said, "Yeah, I guess
that would be OK. But only if you agree to wear pajamas."

"Yes!" Jack said with a downward jerk of his arm, and turning around he ran
to the guestroom to get into his pj's. When he returned clad only in his
pajama bottoms, he found that Uncle John already had his pajama bottoms on
and was climbing into bed. Jack crawled in beside him and moved over to
rest his head on John's shoulder, his arm around his chest as they watched
the late night news. As they turned off the TV, John rolled to his side
facing away from Jack who cuddled up to him like two spoons in a drawer.

"I love you, Uncle John," Jack whispered.

"I love you, too, Jack," John answered. And they drifted off to sleep.

When Jack awoke the next morning, he found that his and John's positions
were reversed. He had turned away from Uncle John and John had turned in
his direction, his arm lying across Jack's ribcage. Jack was immediately
aware that he had a raging hardon. He hadn't had one when he awoke on
Tuesday. Snuggling back against John's stomach for warmth and comfort, he
realized that John, too, had a morning erection, for he could feel it
throbbing against his behind. Jack just laid there waiting to see if John
would move away. When John didn't move, Jack began to enjoy the sensation
and the memory of Sunday evening and Monday morning when he had played with
himself with Uncle John watching and the accident he had had as John was
applying suntan oil to his genitals.

As he thought of these things, he gently played with himself, twisting his
stiffened penis back and forth like a corkscrew as he had on the couch
Wednesday night. Finally, the urge to masturbate was too strong to
overcome, so he slid from under John's arm, rolled to his back and slipped
off his pajama bottoms. He really hated to sleep in the things
anyway. Although he tried not to wake Uncle John, he secretly wished he
were awake.

Jack played with his penis under the covers for awhile but soon became
frustrated by the way they restricted his movements. So as quietly and as
gently as possible, he pushed the covers as far down as he could and then
drew his feet out from under them so he was fully exposed. Once again he
began stroking his penis slowly, thinking about his brief experiences with
Rex and Rusty and the comments they had made about being hard with their
dads. He had to admit that it was something special that he and John
shared, and as he thought about it, he decided that he would never share
what they had done with anyone else. It was too special, something he would
never dream of
  doing with his dad.

As he continued to stroke himself, the combination of his heavy breathing
and the vibration he was making in the mattress with his hand pumping up
and down on his penis woke John.

John awoke to a mixture of feelings. First he could feel his penis
throbbing with a morning erection, then he felt the bed vibrating. Opening
his eyes, the first thing he saw was Jack's hand moving up and down his
penis in slow rhythmic strokes. The boy was naked and lying on the outside
of the covers which had been pushed down so far they barely covered John's
erection. John laid there for several minutes watching Jack beat off just
inches away. The view reminded him of his activities with his friends when
he was Jack's age. He thought of himself and how much his penis had looked
at that age just like Jack's today.

When he was convinced the boy wasn't aware that he was awake, John said,
"having fun?" Jack looked at him sharply, his hand stopping its stroking
motion for an instant.

Then, resuming his masturbation, Jack said, "Yeah, Uncle John, I am. I was
trying not to wake you, but this feels really good."

John had thought the boy would stop when he realized he was awake. "Don't
you think you ought to move into the bathroom now that I'm awake?" he
asked.

Jack stopped stroking and let go of his penis, hoping that John would look
at it. "I'd rather stay here, Uncle John. If you know I'm doing it in
there, what difference does it make if I do it here?  Besides, I like
knowing that you're watching me."

Continuing to stare at the boy's erection, John thought for a minute and
said, "Well, I guess to a certain degree you have a point, but you're sure
you don't want me to leave while you finish?"

Grabbing his penis again and squeezing it, Jack answered, "No, Uncle John,
I don't want you to leave. It's fun to do it with you watching. It would be
even more fun if you'd do it for me. I haven't been able to do this with
anybody else for a long time."

As he continued to stroke his hardon, John said, well if you're going to
finish here, you're going to need a towel."

And rolling over, he reached under the bed and grabbed a towel he kept
there for those occasions when he masturbated in bed. When he rolled back,
he found that he was completely uncovered.

His penis had escaped from his pajama shorts and was standing out stiff and
erect. He opened the towel and laid it across Jack's upper body. As he made
a move to cover himself, Jack said, "Don't, Uncle John, please. Let me see
it." John didn't understand why he gave in to the lad, but he laid there on
his side facing him, his erection throbbing half out of his shorts.

"Come on, Uncle John. Take your pajamas off. You can see me, but I can't
see very much of you."

Giving in to him, John raised his legs and slipped out of his pajamas,
leaving himself hard and fully exposed. At first he just laid there on his
back, his erection lying against his stomach stiff as a board.

He could feel Jack's eyes on it as the boy kept stroking himself. As he
rolled over towards Jack, the boy asked, "why does a guy's sack sometimes
hang down loose and at other times like now it's up tight like ours are?"

"That all has to do with body temperature and the fact that sperm have to
be kept cooler than 98.6 degrees. So they normally hang down away from the
penis. But if they get cold, the sack will contract, or during times of
sexual excitement, like now, the sack contracts, probably in anticipation
of sending sperm out through the penis at ejaculation," John explained,
grabbing his cock and squeezing it.

As Jack continued to masturbate, John was getting more and more tense. "You
mean when we cum,"

Jack said in confirmation.

"Yeah, that's right," John said.

Looking at John's erection which was now free of John's hand, Jack said, "I
think your penis looks cool, Uncle John, soft or hard. I hope mine looks
like yours when I grow up.

Jack was obviously getting more and more excited by their conversation and
his stroking. "Would you touch me again like you did in the bathroom? That
felt really good."

John answered quizzically, "Are you sure you want me to do that, Jack? I
mean, I'm so much older than you are." John knew he was lost when Jack
responded, "Sure I'm sure. I don't care how old you are. We're just two
guys playing with ourselves. It's just like those times with Rex and Rusty,
except you aren't doing much."

Hesitating only a second, John reached out slowly and said, "Well, maybe
just a little." As Jack let go of his penis, John wrapped his fingers
around the boy's hardon, holding it and feeling it pulsing in his hand.
Then he moved his hand down over the boy's scrotum and rubbed it gently,
tickling the bare skin with his finger tips. Moving his hand back up to
Jack's penis, he began stroking it with feathery touches. As he was doing
this he looked at Jack's face and saw a look of total contentment.

Then Jack opened his eyes and watched John's hand moving up and down his
penis. As he continued his stroking motions, he saw Jack look over at his
own erection. He sensed that if Jack's arms had been long enough he would
have tried to touch his dick. Sensing that Jack was about to cum, John let
go and said, "you finish." Jack grabbed his cock and stroked it more
quickly.

Soon he raised his buttocks as far off the bed as possible and groaned as
cum shot from the end of his penis. John thought he would have an orgasm
just watching Jack's cum shoot out and fall onto the towel which covered
his stomach. When Jack's orgasm had passed, John watched him lick his cum
from his fingers. Amazed that Jack would do this, especially in front of
him, he said, "Do you do that often?" Jack answered, "Not every time, but
it tastes kind of neat. I tasted Rex's when he came on my hand and his
tastes a lot like mine. I saw you taste it the other day as you left to
play with yourself. Do you want some?"

John thought why not, I've already gone too far anyway. And giving in to an
urge he had had for many years, he propped himself up on one elbow, leaned
over and drew the boy's penis and testicles into his mouth, using his
tongue to clean the cum from them.

"Wow, Uncle John, that felt great!" Jack said as John laid back down,
grabbing his penis as he did.

"Can I touch you now?" Jack asked.

"I don't think that's a very good idea, Jack," John answered.

"Why not?" Jack went on. "You played with me a little bit. I just want to
see what yours feels like.

It's so much bigger than mine or Rex's or Rusty's."

After a moment's hesitation, John gave in. "Oh, alright, but just a brief
touch." He wasn't prepared for how that touch would feel, however. And when
Jack's hand began moving up and down his erection, John did not have the
will power to tell him to stop. He just hoped the lad wouldn't want to
continue for long.

He was surprised when Jack just kept stroking him. "Your penis feels really
neat in my hand. It's so much bigger and it feels strong."

Finally, John forced himself to remove Jack's hand from his penis.

"Aw, Uncle John, I wanted to make you cum," Jack whined.

"I don't think so, Jack," John said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his
erection throbbing painfully.

"Well, then, can I at least watch you do it? It was fun and exciting to
watch Rex and Rusty, but they're never around, and I don't have any other
close friends I can do this with," Jack responded.

"Look, Jack. I really do enjoy having you here, and I enjoy your open and
direct manner about our bodies, and I really enjoyed what we just did. But
you're moving too fast for me. I'm just not comfortable with the idea of
masturbating with you standing there watching me. Not yet, anyway."

With a look of sadness and disappointment evident in his voice, Jack
responded, "OK, Uncle John.

But I hope you can change your mind someday and let me see what it's like."

John got up from the bed with his hardon throbbing in front of him and
moved into the bathroom.

Jack stared at his erection as long as he could see it and was about to go
back to his room when he noticed that he could see John's reflection in the
closet mirror through the open bathroom door.

John was standing with his back to the sink, his butt resting on the
counter. He had already taken his hard cock in his hand and as he stroked
his penis with his right hand, he used his left to gently stroke his
scrotum. This was the way he always masturbated, the combined sensations
really turning him on.

After a few minutes, he dropped his left hand to his side and continued to
masturbate with his right.

Jack was watching in fascination as John played with himself. He could
hardly believe his luck.

His uncle, who wasn't really his uncle, was apparently unaware of his
presence just outside the bathroom and he was getting to watch him beat off
anyway. I'll bet none of my friends has ever been this lucky, but I'm not
telling anyone. This is too special, he thought to himself as he watched
John's hand slide up and down the turgid length of his penis.

I think it looks super cool when his sack is pulled up tight like it is
now, Jack thought to himself as he continued to watch John stroke
himself. His own penis had gotten hard again and he was playing with it
again.

Suddenly, John stood up straight, and with his hand stroking furiously up
and down his hardon, shot a stream of cum that seemed to travel several
feet before falling onto a towel Jack just noticed had been spread out on
the floor. Wow, that was powerful! Jack thought as he continued to stroke
his own penis.

He watched as John continued to stroke his penis, sending additional spurts
of cum out onto the floor. Jack was mesmerized by the number of spurts that
came out and the volume of cum produced.

As John squeezed out the last drops of his cum, Jack wanted to rush in and
wipe them off the end of his penis. But he knew he couldn't do that. Maybe
someday, he thought to himself as he continued to watch John finish playing
with himself.

That was major cool! He looks so different doing that than the other boys;
his hand and his penis are bigger and more exciting. I'm glad I got to
watch even though Uncle John doesn't know it.. I just hope he'll let me do
it for him sometime.

As John came down from his climax and coaxed the last few drops of cum from
his cock, he thought to himself, I can't believe Jack wanted to watch me do
that. I hope I haven't sent him the wrong message by playing with him and
watching him beat off and not letting him do the same thing. If he ever
asks again, maybe I'll let him.

A few minutes later, Jack came into the bathroom with his towel and
washcloth. He took a shower as John shaved and then John took a shower. As
they were standing at the sink drying their hair, Jack moved over close to
John and gazed into the mirror. John could see that he was looking at their
penises.

"I think mine's going to look like yours when I'm older, Uncle John. See
how much they look alike now?" he said. John felt and watched himself get a
little longer and a little thicker and also saw Jack's reaction to it.

"Yeah, Jack, you might at that. I know my penis looked a lot like yours
when I was your age. But you never know how these things will turn out."