Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 15:17:58 CST
From: K Ration <micrometer69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Friends - Chapter 36

Family Friends
Chapter Thirty-six
Jack's Next Visit

The next time Jack and Jackie came to visit, John was a little more
prepared. He knew Jack was bound to get several erections and he had even
been looking forward to it.  And he had finally convinced himself that with
all that had happened between him and Jack, there really was no reason for
him to try to hide his own erections if and when they happened, and he knew
they would. He really was beginning to feel the same sense of
comfortableness and enjoyment that Jack did when the two of them were
together, hard or soft.

It was the last week before school was to start, and Jack and Jackie came
over on Tuesday night.  Their parents would be coming for a cookout on
Sunday to take the kids home.  John and Terri each had lots of vacation
accrued at their respective jobs and had decided to take the week off so
they could spend time with the kids. The atmosphere at John's house when it
was just him and Jack was almost like they both knew this would be their
last opportunity to spend some quiet time together. What with the upcoming
wedding and all, the guys would never have the house to themselves again.

Perhaps that's why Jack wanted to sleep in John's bed so often. And maybe
that's also why John let him. They never bothered with pajamas.

Tuesday night, the six of them, the four girls and two guys, went out for
hamburgers and a movie.  It was late when they got home, so John dropped
the women folk off at Terri's, and he and Jack went on to his house. John
had hardly turned off the ignition and closed the garage door when Jack
began stripping off his clothes. By the time they reached the door into the
house from the garage, Jack was down to his t-shirt and jockey
shorts. Following along behind him, John couldn't help the feelings that
seemed to overwhelm him. He had truly come to love this kid like a son. But
he felt certain that if Jack had been his son, they would never have had
some of the experiences they had shared up to this point.

As John entered the house, he turned to switch off the light and closed the
garage door. Turning around, all he saw was Jack's bare bottom hurrying
into the next room, his clothes in a pile on the floor. Again he was amazed
at how Jack's body reminded him of his own at that age.

"Come pick up your clothes and take them to your room," John said.

When Jack came back into the kitchen, he couldn't help staring at the boy's
groin, noticing that there didn't seem to be any new hair growth. Looking
up, he saw a proud and happy expression on Jack's face. The kid really did
enjoy John looking at his penis.

John went to his room to undress and was soon joined by Jack. With all the
time they had spent together without clothes, John still felt like he was
on display with Jack standing there watching him disrobe. As a result, and
with the memories of their experiences together filling his mind, he was
semi-erect by the time he removed his undershorts. He felt a mixture of
pride and embarrassment as he felt his penis spring loose and waver up and
down when he slid his shorts down. Looking up, he saw that Jack, too, was
developing an erection and was looking at him with a grin on his face.

Jack had brought his toothbrush from the other bathroom and joined John as
he brushed his teeth.  Then they went around and checked all the doors and
lights. John was able to control himself enough that he didn't become fully
erect, but Jack didn't even try. He truly enjoyed being hard, and it was
especially fun when he was naked and could see it, watch it bounce as he
walked and as he contracted those muscles that made it twitch. This was one
of the things that made his relationship with John so special. John not
only didn't mind his erections but actually seemed to enjoy them.

As they walked the house, John noticed several times that Jack pressed his
hardon down towards the floor, and he knew from his own experiences that
the boy was building a case of sexual tension that would most likely lead
to masturbation. He wanted to watch but had resolved not to let that happen
the first night of Jack's visit this time. So he worked hard at trying not
to watch what the boy was doing with his penis. By the time they had worked
their way to the guestroom, Jack had gotten himself pretty worked
up. Jumping on the bed, he turned to stand at the edge, his erection
bobbing in his lap. As John stood waiting for him to sit down and climb
under the covers so he could tuck him in for the night, Jack suddenly
reached out and gave him a big hug. John's arms just naturally encircled
the lad as he hugged him in return. Since Jack was about four feet tall,
John's head was just level with the boy's chest. He was very much aware of
Jack's hardon pressing against his solar plexus, and he felt himself
getting hard. Soon, because Jack wouldn't let go, and despite all his best
intentions, John was fully erect, and he felt his penis rubbing against
Jack's shins. But the hug felt wonderful, and he didn't want to let go
either.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Uncle John?" Jack asked.

Finally breaking the hug and stepping back, his hands on Jack's hips, John
gazed fondly at the boy's hardon bouncing so close to his face.

"Not tonight, Jack," he answered. Reaching out and pressing his finger tips
down on the head of Jack's erection, he asked, "Do I need to get you a
towel?"

"No, I don't think so. I haven't done it in several days. But I'll wait."

With that, Jack stepped back so that John could pull the covers down. Then,
lying down on his back, his penis still standing stiff and proud in plain
view, he waited for John to pull up the covers.  John couldn't resist
running his hand over the boy's nuts and penis before he covered him up.
Taking his cue from this, Jack reached up and grabbed John's erection,
giving it a strong squeeze.  After giving Jack a kiss on his forehead, John
stepped back, his own erection bouncing unhidden at his groin. He saw that
Jack was staring at it in much the same way he had just looked at Jack.
With confusing feelings of affection and embarrassment, he turned out the
bedside lamp and went to bed. He wanted to beat off but for some reason he
was not quite able or willing to comprehend, he refrained from doing so.

The next day was sunny and warm. Terri and the girls came over in just
their shower wraps and the six of them ate breakfast in the nude sitting
around the umbrella table out by the pool. In spite of their willingness to
share hardons openly when they were alone, John and Jack had no trouble
with them when they were with other people. And although they did not
consciously display their affection for one another, their unconscious
actions towards each other did not go unnoticed.  As the kids swam and
played water games, Terri and John sat in lounge chairs by the pool and
watched. Terri spent as much time watching John as she did the kids. As
they got hot, they would jump in the pool to swim or join in the kids'
games briefly. Then they'd climb out and sit in the sun some more, John
watching the kids and Terri watching John and the kids.  After an hour or
so, Terri said, "You really do adore these kids, don't you?"

John was surprised by her comment. "Why do you say that?" he asked.

"It's obvious the way you look at them. There's always a small grin on your
face when you're watching them and a look of love in your eyes. It's
especially noticeable when you're watching Jack, you know."

"I didn't know it was so obvious. But, yeah, I guess I do. I always wanted
children of my own, and especially a son. The male ego, I guess. I have a
difficult time keeping in mind that Jack is someone else's son. He reminds
me so much of myself at that age. He has the same build, the same
height. Even his genitals and pubic hair seem to be slow in developing,
just like mine were.  Yeah, I love him a lot," John finished.

Looking at her husband-to-be, Terri was sure she saw a tear trickle down
John's cheek.

Responding to a sudden impulse without thinking about what she was doing or
who was present, Terri got up, stepped over to John's chaise lounge and sat
in his lap, her arms around his neck.

Licking the tear from his cheek, she said in a whisper, "I love you so
much.  I almost wish we could have one of our own." And then she kissed
him. John immediately felt himself getting hard, and he forgot about the
kids as he hugged her and returned the kiss. When they finally came up for
air, they both became aware of John's erection throbbing against Terri's
bare bottom.

"No, Terri," John said. "I'm not ready to start a family. I'm happy to have
Jessie and Judy and wouldn't want to start over even if I could. But what
are we going to do about my hardon? I'm not sure it will go away with you
sitting on it."

Picking up her towel from where it lay on the pool deck between their
chairs, Terri said with a giggle, "here, lay this in your lap as I get up
and just fold you hands in front of yourself so the kids don't see you
making a tent out of it."

Neither of them had noticed that all four kids had stopped their play and
were watching them.  Jack and Jessie were standing in the pool at just the
right spot to see the head of John's cock under Terri's bottom where it
throbbed between his legs. Jack got hard even before Terri struggled to get
off of John's lap, and standing as close to Jessie as he was, he felt it
rub against her.

As Terri's struggle to get up was somewhat awkward because of the way the
lounge was built, the kids got an unexpected view of John's erection before
he could cover it with the towel.  Jessie's hand just seemed to naturally
reach down and grasp Jack's hardon which she squeezed as she saw John's
penis, and Jack quickly stepped behind her to hide what she was doing from
the others. John turned beet red as he saw the kids staring at him. He
didn't know what to say.  Fortunately, the spell was quickly broken as the
kids went back to their game. Jack, however, didn't rejoin the
game. Instead he began swimming laps as fast as he could.  His words from
their first night together when they talked about getting hard in public
jumped into John's mind, I just start swimming real hard. John instantly
knew what had happened.

After lunch, they all went inside to put on suntan lotion. Terri and the
girls went to John's bathroom because it was larger, and John went to the
guestroom with Jack.  When John had finished oiling Jack's back and
buttock's, the boy turned and indicated that he wanted John to do his penis
and nuts, too.

Speaking harshly, John said, "do it yourself, Jack. We can't be doing that
for each other all the time."

He was immediately sorry when he saw the shocked look on Jack's face and a
tear forming in the corner of his eye. John had never spoken to him that
way before. Before John could say anything else, Jack ran into the bathroom
and locked the door. Stepping over to the door, John could hear the boy
crying. It almost broke his heart when he realized how much his comment had
hurt him, but he knew he had said the right thing, even if he had said it
the wrong way. Maybe this is why I never could have children of my own, he
thought. I don't really know how to be a dad. If Terri could have read his
thoughts, she would have disagreed with him vehemently.

When they all regrouped at the pool, Terri noticed something amiss between
John and Jack. "Is something wrong?" she asked John quietly.

"No, I don't think so. I just had to scold him about something and I hurt
his feelings. I'll try to talk to him later about it."

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. Jack seemed to get over his hurt
feelings and even drew John into a game of keep away with the four kids
while Terri dozed in the shade. After dinner, they all went to Terri's and
watched a movie on the big screen TV.  Although it was only about ten
o'clock when the movie ended, they all realized it had been a long and
active day. Judy and Jack had even fallen asleep leaning against John, his
arms around their shoulders. After brief hugs and kisses, Jack and John
slipped on their robes and went home. As they walked, John laid his arm
around Jack's shoulders and Jack slipped his around John's waist.  Words
didn't seem to be necessary to communicate that everything was OK between
them.

When they got home, each went to his own room, hung up his bathrobe and
brushed his teeth.  John then went out to the TV room where he sat in his
chair and turned on the TV to watch the news. He was surprised when Jack
climbed into his lap and curled up, his head resting in the crook of John's
neck, and his hand toying with the hair on his chest.

"You don't think you're too old or too big for this?" John asked quietly.

"No," Jack answered softly.

After several minutes, John heard Jack sniff. Then he felt a tear drop onto
his chest. Rubbing his cheek in Jack's hair and moving his right arm around
his back, he gave him a strong hug.

"What's the matter, Jack?" he asked softly.

"I don't know, Uncle John. I just feel so good sitting here with you. I'm
sorry about what happened after lunch. I didn't mean to do anything wrong."

"I know, son. I'm sorry I had to bark at you, but I didn't know how else to
react. Sometimes I'm afraid I love you too much, and I have to keep
reminding myself you belong to someone else," John replied, sniffing,
trying to maintain control over his own emotions.

Jack twisted his body slightly towards John and reaching up with his left
arm gave him a big hug, his face buried in John's neck. John could feel the
tears flowing against his skin as the boy cried, "I love you, too, Uncle
John." They held each other tightly for several minutes, each overcome by
his own emotions.

Then Jack settled back to his original position with John's left arm around
his back and his right hand resting on the boy's hip. As they watched the
news, John kept glancing down at his and the boy's penises so close
together, small and limp. It was like looking at himself in before and
after pictures. At one point, Jack let him know he was doing the same thing
when he said, "I like being able to look at both of our penises at the same
time like this. I think they look neat."

Halfway through the news, John's right hand slipped off Jack's hip and
rested at the boy's groin where he began to toy with Jack's penis, almost
absent-mindedly. Jack was soon hard, and he watched as John's penis also
became erect. Just as the sports news started, Jack reached down and took
hold of John's erection, and the two of them sat there just holding each
other's hardon while they watched the sports wrap up.

As soon as the news was over, John turned off the TV and the two of them
got up and went to bed, their hardons bouncing before them. Jack didn't
even ask if he could sleep in John's bed. He just climbed in and moved
over, making room for John. Turning off the light, John slipped into bed
behind Jack and laid his arm over the boy's shoulder, staying far enough
away that his erection didn't touch him. But Jack moved back and curled up
against him, using his hand to push John's penis down so that it lay
against his butt. John moved his arm down over Jack's upper body, first
wrapping his fingers around the short length of Jack's hardon for a minute
or two.  Then he moved his arm up around his chest, pulling him up
close. They quickly fell asleep this way, John's erection throbbing against
Jack's bottom and Jack holding his own hardon in his hand.

They awoke the next morning with John lying on his back, his arms at his
sides, and Jack curled up facing him, his arm over John's chest, his leg
over John's legs.  Surprisingly enough, neither of them had a morning
erection, but John quickly realized that the way they were laying, Jack's
limp penis was resting in the palm of his right hand. For a long while,
John just laid there enjoying the feel of the boy's soft penis in his
hand. Then he began to toy with it and felt it grow to a full
erection. This caused his own penis to stiffen, rising from where it had
lain limply between his legs until it was throbbing strongly against the
sheet. He decided to leave it in that position and see if Jack would say
anything when he noticed it.

He could tell Jack was awake by the change in his breathing and the way his
hips were starting to move against his hand. Forming a circle with his
fingers and holding his hand still, he allowed Jack to control the action
by thrusting his penis back and forth in his hand a few times. When Jack
was still once again, John began tugging gently on his penis, drawing the
skin up and down, the head of it tickling the palm of his hand. Jack's
enjoyment was obvious by his breathing, but soon his own hand moved down
from where it lay at John's neck, sliding slowly across his chest to his
stomach where he grasped John's erection and pulled it around to where the
boy knew it would be more comfortable.

At first he just curled his fingers around it and let it throb in his hand.
Then he squeezed it gently a few times followed by a few strokes, up and
down its length, not moving the skin but simply gliding his fingers along
its surface.

As John felt his own excitement building, he said to Jack, "Would you like
me to make you cum?"

He felt Jack's penis jump in his hand as he said this, and then Jack said
softly, "Yes, but only if you'll let me do you this time. You've never let
me do that."

John wasn't sure if it was the result of not having had an orgasm of his
own for several days or if he had subconsciously been planning his answer
since the last time he and Jack were together, but after only a brief
pause, he said, "Alright, Jack. I still don't understand why you want to,
but I guess it's OK. Maybe just this once."

Why did I say maybe? He thought to himself as he felt Jack squeeze his
penis in response. Am I already hoping he'll like it and will want to do it
again?

Shortly after that, Jack let go of John's erection and rolled over onto his
back, prepared to enjoy what he knew was coming. John rolled to his side
facing Jack and replaced his right hand with his left, running it gently
all over the boy's groin, toying with the peach fuzz he found there,
rubbing his scrotum, and sliding his hand along Jack's erection as it lay
on his stomach. Almost immediately, Jack said, "push the sheet down, Uncle
John. I want to see what you're doing."

John sat up and pushed the sheet down to the foot of the bed. Having done
that, he sat there for a moment and just stared at Jack's erection,
watching it throb stiffly. As he was looking at it, Jack reached down and
wrapped his fingers around it, pushing it down towards his feet, then
pulling it back against his stomach. Holding it this way, he used his other
hand to rub his scrotum just as he had seen John doing in the shower the
last time he was here.

John reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the towel that was lying
there. He spread the towel over Jack's stomach and chest and then replaced
Jack's hand with his own. His own erection was throbbing in his lap,
continuing to flood with blood and hormones, his own excitement building
higher and higher. He began stroking Jack's penis slowly, first drawing the
skin up to the head with each stroke, then switching to just sliding his
hand along the skin's surface. Every once in a while he would move his hand
down to cup Jack's balls, rubbing them ever so gently, tickling the skin of
his scrotum with feathery touches. All the while, he kept glancing from
Jack's groin to his face, watching his changing expressions.  Sometimes
Jack was watching his hand in his lap, sometimes his eyes were closed, his
head laid back, his mouth open, breathing heavily.

John didn't know which was more exciting, looking at Jack's penis in his
hand or seeing Jack watching what he was doing for him. After several
minutes of slow strokes, John speeded up his hand motions a little and
stayed pretty much to Jack's penis. As he sensed Jack's orgasm approaching,
he tightened his grip a little and stroked a little faster.  Suddenly,
Jack's eyes flew open, his hips raised off the bed as far as they would go
and he began gasping, "Here it cums, here it cums!"

They both watched as cum flew from the end of Jack's prick, John's hand
slowing somewhat to milk the young penis that reminded him so much of his
own. Jack's first shot was so powerful that it went past the edge of the
towel and hit his cheek. Neither of them paid any attention to it dribbling
down his chin as they watched more cum squirt forth and land on the
towel. Even John was fascinated and amazed.

"Wow, son," he said as the spurts diminished and Jack settled back on the
bed. "That was quite a load you had stored up there."

Looking from Jack's penis where cum was still oozing from the small hole in
the head to his face, he saw a look of great pride in Jack's eyes.

With equal amazement, Jack answered with gasping breath, "yeah, it was,
wasn't it. I didn't play with myself all week just hoping you'd do that for
me. Gosh that felt great Uncle John. You really know how to do that good!"

Jack wiped the cum from where it was trickling down his cheek and chin and
licked it from his fingers. Then he watched as John bent over and took his
limp penis into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it to clean the cum
off of it. As Jack stared at him in amazement, he remembered how his sister
and Jessie had done the same thing. John took the towel and wiped the rest
of Jack's cum from his fingers.

By the time he was finished, Jack was ready. "Now it's my turn, Uncle John.
Remember, you promised."

John was too excited by what had just happened to even think of reneging on
his promise.  He lay back on the bed, his cock throbbing where it lay on
his stomach, his hands at his sides, his eyes closed. In the next moment,
he felt Jack laying the towel on his chest. His body jerked as he felt the
boy's hand lift his cock out of the way as he pushed the towel down over
his pubic hair to the base of his prick.

Then he felt Jack lay down beside him, his small hand wrapping itself
around his throbbing erection. The feelings that rushed through his penis
seemed heightened by the size of Jack's hand and fingers. They were so
small and gentle. At one point, he opened his eyes just to see what the
boy's hand looked like on his cock. He wasn't disappointed.

Jack took his time just as John had. As though wanting to prolong something
for which he had waited a long time, he moved his hand slowly from the base
of John's erection to the head and back again, in long, slow strokes. Often
when he reached the head, he would run his fingers completely off the end
of it, twisting his hand around the end before sliding it back down. For
the most part, he used a loose grip, sliding his hand along the surface
rather than moving the skin with his strokes. He knew from watching John on
those two previous occasions, that this was what he liked. Once in a while
he would pause just below the glans and squeeze. Soon pre-seminal fluid was
oozing from the large hole in the end of John's prick. With his eyes
closed, John felt the boy rub his finger across the end of his dick and
knew Jack was collecting this fluid and tasting it.

John wasn't sure how much longer he could take this slow stroking method
Jack was using, when all of a sudden he felt something warm and wet against
the end of his penis.  Opening his eyes, he was just in time to see Jack's
tongue licking pre-seminal fluid from the end of his penis. Jack must have
sensed how close John was getting, for he began stroking his penis
faster. He kept John's cock laid back close to his stomach, just as John
had done for him, moving his hand back and forth so close to his stomach
that his fingers actually brushed lightly along the towel. He also began to
grip John's penis tighter, drawing the skin up and back with each stroke of
his hand. He, too, knew when the end was near, for he saw John's hips rise
up off the bed, heard his breathing become gasps and grunts and felt John's
fist clenching the sheet between them.

Jack propped himself up on his left hand, his arm extended so that he could
stare down at the penis in his hand, so much larger than his own and the
other two he had played with. He was filled with indescribable delight as
John began to cum, his penis pulsing in his hand. He continued to stroke
John's penis as he watched spurt after spurt shoot forth, the first landing
on the pillow next to John's head, the rest landing on the towel. Soon his
fingers were covered with the stuff. Jack felt so powerful, so excited. He
was absolutely thrilled that John had finally allowed him to do this. He
felt so special. All of these feelings were going through him as his hand
slowed to a stop and John's penis began to soften in his fingers. When he
looked up, he saw that John's eyes were open and he was staring at Jack's
hand on his dick, his fingers covered with semen. Jack slid his hand up
over the end of John's penis, carrying as much cum with it as he could. He
watched John's eyes follow his hand as he proceeded to lick his fingers
clean.  John's cum tasted a lot stronger than his own.

The two of them rested for awhile before getting up to use the bathroom.
While they rested, John played gently with the hardon Jack had developed
while he was playing with John. He couldn't remember how long it had been
since he could get hard again so fast after a climax. It wasn't until after
they had been to the bathroom that John noticed that it was only seven in
the morning.  Goodness, we must have been up since five o'clock, he thought
to himself.

As they sat in the kitchen eating breakfast, John asked Jack if he had any
reservations about what they had just done.

"I don't understand what you mean, Uncle John."

"I'm just asking if you feel OK now that I've let you make me cum? Are you
sorry you did it?  Because if you are, we need to talk about it."

John was tremendously relieved by Jack's reaction. The boy's face lit up
with a smile as he said excitedly, "Heck no, Uncle John. I'm not sorry. I
thought that was major cool." Then, calming down and in a more serious tone
he went on.

"I know you're a lot older than me Uncle John, but that just doesn't make
any difference. You see, Rex and Rusty are almost like brothers and they
have each other to do that with. They've both told me that they make each
other cum all the time. And they both have dads they can talk to about sex
and stuff. Heck they told me they've even been with their dads in the spa
or in the sauna and gotten hard together. But my dad can't talk about sex
like that. He and mom have rather old fashioned ideas about sex, that it's
only for making babies, you know? And since Rex and Rusty are so close and
see each other all the time, they treat me almost like an outsider. I feel
like I'm odd man out with them. I have to wait for them to suggest playing
around.  Otherwise I feel like they're doing it just 'cause I asked them
to, and I don't like feeling that way. But with you, it's different. That's
one of the reasons I like coming over here so much. Judy and Jessie and
Jackie have each other to play with, but there aren't any guys in this
family but you and me. Well, not family, I guess, but you know what I
mean. It's fun being able to walk around with a hardon, sure, but it's a
lot more fun having someone who's willing to play with me not just because
I want you to but because you want to do it. And playing with you is a bit
like playing with Rex or Rusty. Your penis is just a lot bigger, that's
all. And you have more hair down there, of course.

"Are you sorry you let me do it? Are you sorry you made me cum?"

"No. Now that you've explained how you feel about it, I'm not sorry I let
you do it. I have to admit your smaller hand felt new and different, and
that makes it kind of special. And I'm not sorry I did it for you
either. I've never done that with someone my age except when I was your
age. And I've already told you that there's something about your penis that
I find exciting. But it's not likely to be something we'll be able to do
with each other much longer, not with the wedding coming up."

"Yeah, I know," Jack said with some disappointment in his voice. "But this
is only Thursday and I don't have to go home until Sunday."

By the time they were finished their discussion, both of them were hard
again. John shoved his chair back from the table as Jack stood and walked
over to him, showing off his erection in the process.  This time John
didn't try to hide his own hardon from the boy but let him look at it
standing up in his lap. As Jack stood next to him, his penis about even
with John's lap, they looked at each other's erections intently. Then John
reached out and tickled the boy under his arms and behind his
scrotum. Laughing and struggling, Jack reached down and tried to tickle
John in the crotch, too. As they laughed together and tickled each other,
they just got harder and more turned on. After awhile, Jack was gasping for
breath from laughing so hard.  He collapsed in John's lap. After a couple
of deep breaths, he looked down to see John's erection sticking up between
his legs right next to his own. John saw the same thing just as Jack
reached down and grabbed himself and John with both hands, moving them up
and down together.  It felt good, but it just wasn't the same. So he quit
and stood up.

"I'm going to take a shower, Uncle John. Do you want to take one with me?"

Glancing at the clock which still said it was only eight o'clock, John
answered "Sure, why not.  The girls won't be up and about for another hour
or so."

And he chased Jack through the house until they finally collapsed in a heap
on the bathroom floor, laughing and hugging each other.