Date: Thu, 19 May 2016 18:03:45 +0100
From: Wesley Crusher <wesley.crusher@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 8 of Making The Grade

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Making the Grade (Part 8) - by Wesley
(wesley.crusher@gmail.com)  [this continuing story assumes that parts
1,2,3,4,5 and 6 have been read]
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Making the Grade  By Wesley Crusher  Chapter 8


The late afternoon sun bore down on the battered old car as it wound it's
way along the dusty desert trail.

The sun had recently set making the heat of the rapidly receding day more
tolerable.

Inside the big, unkempt looking man drove whilst next to him, Timmy loooked
straight ahead, afraid to look at his father in case it gave him something
to get angry about.

Although only 14 years old, there was something in the boys eyes that
hinted at experiences others of his age shouldn't normally have...

"Don't forget what I've told you. Don't upset him. Do exactly what he tells
you.  And be nice to him. If I hear you've upset him you know what I'll do
don't you?"

Timmy shrank down, feeling his balls contract.

Yes...., Timmy knew exactly what his step father would do...

The boy was confused and uncertain and yet didn't want to upset the man if
he could possibly avoid it.

"But I don't know him. I don't understand why I have to visit him. Who is
he?"

"Oh for fuck sake. Er....he's your Uncle, OK?"

The boy fell silent, trying to digest this new bit of information.

"I know you've never met your Uncle Stan- but that's all the more reason to
meet him isn't it? He's really looking forward to seeing you."

The boy sighed, and turned to look out of the car window and went back to
thinking how he could impress Coach Peterson further having finally managed
to master the rope climbing exercise at school.

The terrain was very dry and barren. No house stood for miles around.

His step-father went on to explain that Uncle Stan lived alone since he
retired from his life long job as builder near Las Vegas and enjoyed the
open space and hunting in the wilderness. Never having been married, he was
used to living alone which was why he was always glad of some company which
is one of the reasons why he had promised this visit.

The man smirked to himself. In accordance with the customers request, he
made sure the lad was dressed accordingly and in this case was a thin tank
top, tight thin jeans and cowboy boots.

He glanced down between the boys legs and nodded in approval. He was
confident the customer would also like what he saw?

**************************************** Matt and Coach Peterson were
standing in the basement of the house and the boy was listening raptly to
the explanation that the man was giving him.

In order to make the boy feel at ease, Peterson had also shucked off his
top and, like the boy before him, only wore a pair of worn tight fitting
workout shorts.

Matt felt strangely thrilled as he felt the man's eyes roam over his chest
and down his body. He put it down to pride that the Coach was admiring the
hard work that he was putting into his workouts.

As the man surreptitiously admired the boy's body, Matt equally couldn't
help being in awe at the huge build of the Coach. The lad's eyes were drawn
to the brawny muscles of the big man and boy's eyes couldn't help looking
admiringly over the instructing teenager's chest. Matt involuntarily
glanced at the large bulge at the front of his Coach's shorts and his eyes
widened at the fat length that was trapped behind the stretched cotton. He
felt a flush spreading through his cheeks and quickly returned his gaze to
the man's face, nodding his agreement to whatever the man was saying.

"I imagine your Dad is very proud of your body son and wants to support you
in any way possible?"

Matt felt waves of pride and happiness.

"Yes Coach- my Dad is the best guy on earth," beamed the boy, his heart
thumping.

Peterson kept to the script he had agreed with Jack.

"Now this new exercise method needs ongoing support from your Dad and it's
important for him to do what's necessary to make a success of the new
routine, OK?"

"Absolutely, Sir".

And Matt meant it. He worshipped the ground his Dad walked on and would do
whatever he was told. He also felt that way about Peterson.

As the big man started to explain how there were muscles deep within the
abdomen that needed to be stretched and challenged, the boy nodded without
too much comprehension.

His complete faith in the Coach was enough for him and found himself least
nodding enthusiastically as the man explained that he would need to at
remove his shorts in order for the exercise to begin.

"Now let me show you the exercise equipment you would be using," said
Peterson as he led the boy to the back of the basement where the ancient
instrument of torture and pleasure sat.

As the man explained how the machine worked, the boy swallowed noisily and
he started to perspire.

Matt stood in a daze as he realised he had committed himself to this
strange and terrifying new exercise regime.  And yet....his fierce love for
his Father and his devotion to his Coach meant he couldn't back out. He
couldn't disappoint them.

And so the lad stood staring at the machine in dumbstruck uncertainty and
resignation and didn't notice the man switch on a hidden video recorder.

"I need to prepare the machine first", said the man as he reached for a
large tub of Vaseline and started to unscrew the top as he looked at the
built teenager; his mouth starting to water up as he imagined what would be
shortly happening in the room...

The man wrapped his Vaseline laden hand around the metal member and slowly
slid his hand up and down; almost lovingly; his tongue tentatively licking
his lips.

The boy's eyes widened as he watched the man slide his greased hand slowly,
almost lovingly, up and down the fat 12 inch phallus shaped pole of metal
that would soon be exercising his internal muscles....

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"Here you are, here's the boy.", said Timmy's father with rather ill grace.

The big man stared at Timmy as the boy stood shyly before him. The big man
raked the boys body up and down with gleaming eyes that paused
imperceptibly at the lads groin.

A moment's silence and then he smiled a huge smile of welcome.

"Well hello there. Am I pleased to meet you my boy!  I've heard so much
about you....I can't wait to find out if it's all true but I'm sure it
is...".

He winked over Timmy at the boys father who smiled coldly.

"Hello??Uncle Stan", he said with a meaningful look at the bearded man.

Timmy looked up at the big man with something approaching awe. 'Uncle' Stan
was a very large man whose face was ruddy and large and mostly covered with
a grey white beard.

"I'm your Uncle Stan but everyone who knows me calls me Big Rod. Ha! Ha!"

Big Rod looked down on the lad with twinkling eyes.

"I can see you're getting to be a grown up lad so I suppose I have to deal
with you like a proper man, huh?"

Timmy couldn't help but grin up at the man's obvious happiness and jollity;
it was infectious and wholly preferable to his step-father's strict and
brutish manner.

"Hello Uncle Stan, er, I mean, Big Rod, I'm very pleased to meet you
Sir?...er, why do they call you Big Rod?", asked Timmy, stepping forward
and offering to shake hands, desperate not to upset his step-father or
uncle.

"My goodness, what have we here? - A good looking boy with wonderful
manners as well? "

The man beamed down on the boy and winked at the boy conspiratorially. "As
to the name, you'll find out later my boy".  And so saying, he reached out
with his arms and hugged the boy, his hands slowly rubbing up and down the
lads perspiring back.

"Lordy you're a hot one aren't you lad? Let's get you inside where we can
cool you down."

He waved the boy into the log cabin entrance.

"Come in! Come In!  Welcome to my den."

Timmy ran in, his heart beating with excitement.

Timmy's father looked on with a sour face.

"Enjoy", sneered the step-father.  I'll come back later when you've
finished with him.  I'm off and will collect him in 4 hours as agreed...".

*************************

Back in Coach Petersons basement, the man grunted his satisfaction with the
fully greased up phallic pole on the exercise chair.

"Now Matt, I also need to prepare you for the exercise so shuck your shorts
and bend over and grasp your ankles," said Peterson, watching the boy
closely.

The lad's cheeks burned with awkwardness as the youngster started to
realise what the man might be wanting to do with the next large glob of
Vaseline that was being scooped out of the container.

"Ummm?"

Peterson, his eyes gleaming as he appraised the boy, concealed his hunger
and amusement.

"Hey, Matt, we're both guys here. Nothing to be awkward about is there?"

"Er...Sure...I guess not, Sir..," managed the lad as he desperately
remembered that the Coach was trying to help him so everything was alright
and normal as the priest, Father Bryce had assured him.

A little uncertainly, the boy slowly pulled the waistband of his tight
fitting shorts down, whilst the man looked on, his mouth watering?.


**************************************************************** Inside the
cabin, the sitting room was large and cosy and very warm due to the large
windows admitting the warmth of the sun.  As Timmy entered the first thing
he saw was a big sofa on which sat a wrapped box.

"That's for you, Timmy", chuckled the man just behind him.

"Go get it and let's unwrap it eh?"

The man moved a large armchair and gestured to the excited boy who clutched
his present and was smiling from ear to ear.

"Come my lad, take off your boots and sit in this nice warm chair. You'll
soon cool down."

Stan picked up a whisket bottle and poured out a generous portion into a
glass and handed it to Timmy who accepted it with big round eyes and a
silly grin.

"You're a man now?. So you need to know how to drink a mans drink."

Timmy persevered through a fit of coughing and a desperate need to be liked
by his Uncle and slowly, the whiskey worked it's relaxing magic upon the
boy.

"Now, open up! Unwrap your present", chuckled the big man.

Timmy took his time as he carefully unwrapped the box. He savoured each
moment of the unwrapping.

Finally, he held a shiny new remote controlled fire engine in his hands,
his eyes bright with awe and wonder.

"Gee. Thanks Uncle Stan, er, I mean Big Rod. This is amazing..."

The man looked into the good looking lads open face and bright blue eyes
that sparkled with happiness and felt his heavy cock and heart stir.

"It's my pleasure Timmy. An amazing gift for an amazing boy", beamed the
man.

The boy tried to surreptitiously wipe away silent tears of gratitude and
happiness. The big man noticed and his heart trembled with lust and strong
affection.

"Now tell me all about yourself, what you like to do, your school. I want
to know everything about my special nephew. Oh and here we are, mustn't
forget to top up your glass...."

He was stunned and puffed up with how his Uncle Stan was absorbed in
everything he had to say about his school and his efforts in the gym.  In
turn, he found himself hanging on every word that his uncle said and
listened avidly and laughed at the tales the man told him of his own school
life.

Timmy was a lad intoxicated with happiness and excitement. He had never
known such admiring attention before and he began to idolise the man and
believe that everything his Uncle said and thought must be right.

After an hour, the heat of the day and the drink was causing Timmy's body
to heat up and a sheen of perspiration coated his forehead, neck and chest.

"Look boy, you're all hot and bothered now."

The man stood up and walked behind the armchair and placed the palm of his
hand on to Timmy's forehead to accentuate the point.

"I hope you're not catching a flu or something.", muttered the man.

He then placed his other hand onto the lad's neck and slowly slid it
downward and underneath the neckline of the boys tank top, over the lad's
pecs, gently rubbing and fingering the youngster's full nipples.

The man sighed as he felt up the boys sweating torso.

Timmy looked up at his Uncle with a slight frown on his cute face.

"Am I all right Uncle Stan? Do you think I'm too hot?"

"Oh my boy, you're certainly hot alright....", breathed the man as he
looked down on the young lad's cute face and continued to rub the boys
smooth perspiring chest.

Timmy lay backwards in the warm embrace of the settee, his arms relaxed by
his side, feeling unbelievably happy as he looked up at his Uncle.

He felt like a king and very pampered that his Uncle should be fretting and
worrying about whether he had a temperature or not. His step father never
worried like this about him. He wore a silly smile on his lips feeling safe
and secure. A feeling that he had almost forgotten?

"Let's get you out of this t-shirt. You'll feel much better.  You just
relax now and let your Uncle Stan take care of it."

So saying, the man leant down over the boy, grabbed the bottom of the tank
top and slowly peeled the top off the boy, revealing the lad's smooth
perspiring chest which was developing nicely as was the lad's tight stomach
which, as he breathed, hinted at the young set of trim abs that lay just
beneath the surface...

The big man felt his big cock throbbing as he drank in the sight of the
lad's smooth torso.

Moving his eyes lower he almost moaned aloud as they took in the healthy
looking bulge between the kid's spread thighs.

The big man resumed his seat in front of the flushed lad.

"My, what a fine young healthy boy you are. Not an ounce of fat on you. And
those muscles of yours! Mmmmm...I bet you're captain of your sports team eh
Timmy?", joked the man; his eyes hungrily raking over the bare chested kid.

Timmy blushed hotly and felt awkward as his step father would never praise
him like this. It also made Timmy instantly like the man immensely.

Timmy grinned and was hugely thrilled at the thought that Uncle Stan
appreciated his muscles and hoped that it meant that Coach Peterson had
also noticed.

"Wow- there's no way I would be good enough to captain the team.  Matt
Sawyer is the team Captain.  He's got dark hair and has more muscles than
me.  He's 16..... and he's my best friend", added Timmy proudly.  Although
Timmy knew that it it wasn't quite true and that the man probably didn't
know Matt at all, he desperately wanted the big man to be impressed.

"Mmmmmm.  I bet you would both make a fine sight together..... You both
sound perfect to me, Timmy.  Perhaps you could introduce me to him one
day?", smiled the man, imagining having two young lads perform together in
front of him.....

"Matt may be more muscular but I think you've got a lot of muscle
definition....", said the man who used the excuse to reach forward with
both hands to rub and feel up the boys chest and stomach again.

Timmy tried to puff up his chest and tense his pecs and abs muscle to
impress his Uncle which certainly seemed to work.

"Oh....yesssss Timmy. Very nice muscles" he almost moaned as he continued
to slide his big hands all over the boys chest and constantly tweaking the
kid's nipples.

Timmy started to pant slightly as the straying hands continually rubbed his
erect buds.

Finally, the man stopped and added, "and I also think blond hair is
nicer...", said the man, winking at the lad.

Timmy blushed again, feeling wonderful.

Timmy smiled back happily, his eyelids ponderous and his brain comfortably
dulled. He felt that this was going to be the day ever now that he had such
a wonderful uncle he could spend time with.

"And now, a cookie and some more whiskey", announced the man, passing over
a plate of cookies.

The man watched the boy's mouth as the full lips parted and wrapped around
the cookie.  He enjoyed the sight of the lad slowly munching; his young
throat working and swallowing and suppressed a shiver of lust. He licked
his lips in unison with the lad. He could easily imagine those full young
lips wrapped around something much thicker and meatier....

He topped up the whiskey glass and passed it to the lad......and fumbled,
spilling most of it on the boy's stomach and down the front of Timmy's
jeans.

"Oh no!- I'm so sorry my dear boy. I'm so careless."

The man returned from the kitchen with a small towel and started to rub the
front of the lad's jeans vigorously.

"It's OK Uncle Stan", said Timmy who was embarrassed for his well meaning
Uncle.

"This is terrible, I've ruined your lovely jeans", exclaimed the man as he
continued to rub away at the boy's groin.

Timmy started to feel a warm waves of pleasure emanate from his cock and
balls as the man rubbed them repeatedly through the tight thin denim.

"Um...er....unngh..er...", I think that's ok Uncle Stan, I'll be all right"

"I don't know Timmy, it looks like it could stain pretty badly", muttered
the man as he continued to rub and squeeze Timmy's package with the thin
small towel.

The man smiled up at the boys face as he rubbed the lads burgeoning basket.

Warm tight pleasure radiated out from between the boy's legs as the man
continued to rub away at the wet stain.

Timmy couldn't avoid his breathing from getting laboured and he worried
that he might embarrass himself...

"Ungghh...er...um...unngh...p..please Uncle Stan...I think...ungh...it's
allright...urrgh...", panted the lad"

The man's eyes were transfixed on the lad's clear and obvious bulge at the
front of his jeans.

"It's such a shame. The jeans are very nice ones, and you fit them so
well", said the man as his eyes feasted on the large meaty lump at the
front.

"....  I suppose it's all those muscles you have! Ha! Ha!"

Timmy giggled at the man's teasing.

"........but what about the whiskey?  Aha! I know...", said the man, who
bent over and started to lick the whiskey off the lad's stomach whilst
lightly resting his fingers on the young lads ample bulge and subtly trying
to scope out the length and thickness of the young teen meat that lay just
beneath the thin denim.

"Er?.Uncle Stan?"

"This is quality whiskey Timmy, it's too good to waste!", mumbled the man
as he licked.

Timmy couldn't help giggling and giggled even more when the man buried his
tongue in the boy's belly button.

"Ha! Ha! Don't Uncle Stan...please! Ha! Ha!"

The man took his time as he slowly and thoroughly licked all over the boys
torso, leaving a shiny surface which accentuated the boys burgeoning 6 pack
and pecs.

The boy couldn't stop giggling.

The man continued to lick long after all traces of whiskey had been removed
and paid particular attention to the boys nipples; licking and probing and
massaging them with his strong rough muscular tongue whilst gently rubbing
the lads healthy male package with his fingers.

Darts of pleasure caused the boy to shiver and a slight moan issued from
his young lips and a tightness developed in his groin.

"Unnnggh....mmm...er.....Uncle Stan...I think all the whiskey's gone
now....."

The man reluctantly stopped and, grinning, refilled the glass and insisted
the lad gulp a few good helpings down.

Looking down, he tutted at the boy.

"Dear me, what are we going to do about the stain on your jeans?"

"Don't worry, I guess it will come out in the wash..."

The big man clapped his forehead.

"My, you're a clever boy- of course, that's what we'll do. Take them off
and I'll pop it in the washing machine and we'll have you right as rain
before you can say oojamaflip!"

The boy suddenly looked a little shy and uncertain.

"I dunno...."

"Nothing to be shy about son. We're both guys here and I'm family aren't
I?"

"Um........Are you sure Uncle Stan? I don't want to be a bother"

"Not at all my lad. Anyway, we can't let your Dad see what's happened can
we.? He might not let you come and see me again."

That decided the matter and the lad clumsily struggled to his feet.

The man watched with gleaming eyes as the boy stood unsteadily and began to
unbuckle his belt.

The man's eyes were transfixed to the boys groin as Timmy fumbled with with
his fly buttons. Painfully slowly, the lad managed to co-ordinate his
fingers sufficiently to unsnap each button.

"Oh yesss.....", breathed the man as the opening flies revealed a white
bulging mesh jockstrap pouch that was nicely stretched by the lad's heavy
balls and thick teen meat.

The man licked his lips in mounting lust as he stared at the mesh that was
moulded to the boys full equipment, highlighting the thick length of the
lads tool and heavy plums.

"Oh my.....what a fine looking young man you are Timmy- such a beautifully
built body....", breathed the old man who tried desperately not to lick his
lips as he just managed to tear his eyes away from the boys heavy meat
filled jockstrap and looked up at the blond boys good looking face.

Timmy smiled stupidly at yet more praise and stood a little unsteadily with
his jeans around his thighs, unable to co-ordinate sufficiently to
completely take his jeans off.

"Let me help you lad", said the man as he knelt in front of the boy and
eased the jeans down and off the teen's sturdy legs.  The mans' face was
inches away from the young lad's full straining package.

The man inhaled deeply and revelled in the heady scent of a young teenage
boy's equipment that lay behind the thin mesh of stained damp cotton.

The man gently guided the boy back into the warm embrace of the settee
where the virtually naked young lad lay well back, his legs spread and
smiling dreamily back at the man he felt so happy to be with.



The End

To be continued....

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