Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 09:13:10 +0000
From: Ben Mc <ben6920@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Uncle Jeremy

When I was young, probably around 10/11 years old, I discovered the joys of
naturism. I had become friendly with a kid in the same street about the
same age as me. We lived on the edge of town and as such had plenty of wild
countryside to explore, woodland and fields aplenty.

One day he mentioned to me about playing in the fields without our clothes
on. I was intrigued, he led me out into the edge of the farmer's fields
where the hedgerows were. There were many secluded spots to hide and
play. We were probably only a mile from home but it felt like a million
miles away. It was a hot summer's day, we each undressed and enjoyed the
sun on our skin, totally unembarrassed about our nakedness, we were kids,
pushing the boundaries. It was innocent.

I'd never done anything like this before and hadn't ever thought about
doing it before either. It was my friend's suggestion. But I loved it. As
time passed I found myself coming on my own to enjoy my new interest,
particularly in the summer months when it was lovely and warm. I would hide
my clothes carefully and run free in the tall grass or farmer's wheat field
or even explore the woods. I particularly enjoyed the feel of the grass or
wheat rubbing up between my legs.

Running naked in the fields and the woods, I was very excited and
constantly aroused. It was a feeling of freedom but also later I realised
of the danger of being discovered that made it exciting. Perhaps I wanted
to be discovered. Sometimes I would hide in the undergrowth not too far
from a footpath in the woods and I would strip off but remain hidden. I was
excited to be naked but unseen by passers by.

It was a few weeks before my thirteenth birthday in the middle of summer
that it happened, when I was discovered. That day my parents were having a
family get together and I had made excuses beforehand to enjoy myself as I
always did. Family and close friends were coming over for a meal to
celebrate a family anniversary.

I thought that my secret pleasure was unknown to everyone. Well maybe it
was, but my whereabouts that afternoon were made known to someone who came
looking for me to 'round me up' to take me home. My Uncle Jeremy had come
looking for me.

He was not a real uncle, but a friend of family so to speak. I don't know
what his connection was to the family but he had been around for as long as
I could remember. He was a very jovial uncle, always extremely friendly
with me and was always giving me hugs, squeezes and playful pats on my
behind. I was always sitting on his lap. He seemed to have a hidden supply
of sweets that he took everywhere, he always managed to slip something into
my hands unnoticed by my parents. It was our little game as we exchanged
knowing glances and winks.

Anyway that day he came looking for me. He had bumped into one of the kids
at the end of our road who mentioned roughly where I might be. Meanwhile I
thought was safe from being discovered and was nonchalantly playing in the
grass without a stitch of clothing on. I liked to lay flat in the grass on
my back looking up at the sky and play with myself. Little did I know I
that I was almost certainly in full view of Uncle Jeremy who was hidden in
the woods looking at me. He had discovered my clothes and was now waiting
patiently for me. How long he waited and watched I don't know.

Eventually I returned into the woods and as I approached the spot I had
hidden my clothes, Uncle Jeremy was there holding them for me.  "I think
these must be yours" and he smiled. I was in shock and I used my hands to
cover my nakedness. I saw where he was standing and how he would have seen
me in the grass. I was speechless. He passed me the clothes, he didn't take
his eyes off me. I could see he was staring at my youthful erection which
refused to go away while I was dressing.

He then began to tell me about all the folk arriving for the meal and how
he volunteered to come and find me. He said he was glad that it was him
that found me. He asked me how long had I been coming down to the fields
and taking my clothes off, I replied saying probably the last two
summers. Trying to put me at ease he said "Well I can see you enjoy it Ben,
you know when I was young we used to get up to all sorts of mischief and I
still do". He laughed.

On the way back he told me "Your secret is safe with me Ben don't you worry
about that. You never know one day I might share some of my secrets with
you". I smiled at him and felt a lot better. I had calmed down a bit and my
heart stop racing.

The meal passed without incident, apart from me being chastised by my
parents, but at the same time thanking Uncle Jeremy for finding me. After
the meal in the evening we all relaxed in the lounge. With so many folk in
the house there was no space to sit down so Uncle Jeremy pulled me onto his
lap. This was quite normal, but today it felt different. He pulled my
shoulders back and I leant back against him as I always did. I could feel
some spark of electricity in my young body, I felt different, especially
when his hands came round my hips and rested around my waist. Then
gradually he moved his hands lower. I could feel his hand resting on top of
my young manhood, separated only by the material of my trousers. My heart
raced a little but I didn't try to stop him. Nobody else noticed.

At the end of the evening everyone said their goodbyes, lots of hugs and
kisses. In the general throng Uncle Jeremy gave me a big hug, lifting me
off the ground with his big hands firmly cupping my bottom. Putting me down
he put his hands under my chin and kissed me on the lips. I don't think he
had never done that before. I went to bed that night and thought about how
Uncle Jeremy had seen me completely naked in the woods and how he hadn't
minded at all and hadn't told anyone. I felt I could really trust him.

Three or four weeks later it was my thirteenth birthday. Lots of folk were
invited including Uncle Jeremy. I had some of my own friends over in the
early part of the evening and it all went really well. Being the only child
of the family I was the centre of attention which I must admit I didn't
really enjoy. I much preferred being in the background.

As it happened Uncle Jeremy was staying over with us that night. Either he
had too much to drink to drive home, or he was too tired. He lived about 10
miles away in the next town. So a camp bed was set up in the lounge for
him.

While my parents were busy tidying up in the kitchen I went upstairs to my
bedroom taking a few birthday presents with me. Uncle Jeremy helped me
bring them up and put them down in the corner of my room. "Happy birthday
Ben" he said and gave me a big hug. I could smell the alcohol on his
breath. "Why don't you put your pyjamas on" he suggested while pushing my
bedroom door closed. I hesitated for a moment but I undressed in front of
him as he sat on my bed watching me.

But before I had a chance to put my pyjamas on he said "Come here and give
me another hug". He pulled my naked body hard up against him. I couldn't
help but lean on him and put my arms around his shoulders while his arms
wrapped around me tight. He buried his face in my chest and his hands ran
up and down my back finally resting over my bare bottom cheeks. He
smothered my chest in kisses and pulled my face down to his and gave me a
long kiss. His stubble was scratching me.

Then he held me at arms length looking me up and down, his gaze resting on
my young virtually hairless manhood. He let me go and I put my pyjamas on
and got into bed. He gave me a big smile and said goodnight, I smiled
back. He turned off the light and went back downstairs. I didn't think his
affection for me was anything out of the ordinary and I was soon fast
asleep.

My bedroom was next to the toilet at the top of the stairs. Occasionally
when people came to stay I would be woken up with a toilet flush. This time
I was woken up when I heard a floorboard gently creak outside my room. It
was the middle of the night, but I could see my door being slowly and
quietly opened and then closed again. I pretended to be asleep. Very light
footsteps came towards my bed and someone sat down very gently next to
me. It was Uncle Jeremy and he whispered to me to see if I was awake. I lay
perfectly still and carried on as if I were still asleep. He very gently
lifted up the sheets covering me and his hand wandered underneath to feel
me. I was lying on my back and his warm hand felt my tummy very gently. His
hand stayed there for a while and then moved down slowly and easily slipped
under the loose waistband of my pyjamas. His hand came to rest when he
gently held my manhood. Then he fondled my balls gently feeling them in his
fingers. This went on for some time, holding my young cock and balls, and
he even tried pushing his fingers further around down between my legs
searching for my bottom.

He stayed in that place for what seemed like an eternity but eventually he
withdrew and tucked me up under the sheets again. He crept quietly out and
closed the door. It took me ages to get back to sleep, having just
experienced being touched by a much older man. I did not know what to make
of it. I counted Uncle Jeremy as a really good friend, but he was old
enough to be my granddad. I couldn't say anything to anybody, as he knew
'my secret' and I didn't want anyone else to know. Later I thought about
how interesting it was to be touched by someone else. I had lots of
confusing thoughts.

In the morning my parents and Uncle Jeremy had breakfasted already by the
time I sleepily came downstairs. Uncle Jeremy gave a big hug to his
'Birthday Boy' as he called me and behaved as if nothing out of the
ordinary had happened in the night. He left before I had a chance to have
something to eat. Then later while I was helping myself to a bowl of cereal
my parents told about how Uncle Jeremy would like me to stay with him next
weekend for a special birthday treat. He would take me to the cinema and
other trips out. I didn't know what to say and my parents tutted at me for
not being happy with the idea. My parents were already booking a weekend
away for themselves so there was nothing I could do about it.

That week was a difficult time to concentrate fully at school as I kept
think about the weekend ahead. But I knew I would have lots of great things
to see and do and probably some nice things to eat, lots of sweets of
course along with my favourite fizzy drinks. I knew Uncle Jeremy was going
to spoil me...

END OF PART ONE