Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2010 17:50:17 -0500
From: Chad K <kwikie@live.com>
Subject: jeremy and uncle chris part 2

Jeremy and Uncle Chris II
kwikie@live.com

It was hot!  It was one of the last afternoon games the team would play at
home until it started to cool off in September.  The sun was hot, almost
brutal.  There was enough of a breeze coming over the top of the ballpark
to make it tolerable.  But it was the company that made it so much fun.
Uncle Chris was able to go to a game with somebody who would really
appreciate it, who was so excited to just be there.  And somebody he could
spoil, and treat himself to some of that spoiling too.  He and Jeremy
started with hotdogs, the good big kind with just the right amounts of
yellow mustard and relish.  And the souvenir cup collection started with
cokes, with plenty of ice.  Nachos would follow.  Chris thought that they
could share the big tub mounded with chips, orange cheese, jalapenos,
onions, olives, sour cream, and salsa.  Jeremy wondered why his uncle
didn't want any since he didn't buy himself any.  He would share, some.

Jeremy couldn't wait too much longer, he had to get the ice cream in the
mini batting helmets.  He had seen them on the dressers and shelves of his
friends back home and they seemed like a great souvenir of the game.  And
it wasn't bad chocolate ice cream either.  As fast as Jeremy was eating it,
the heat was causing it to melt.  That was just so much better, like a
milkshake to slurp after the ice cream.  And while one helmet full was
great, a second one in the 7th inning would just complete the meal, well
with some real ballpark peanuts lasting most of the day.

Jeremy had been taking in the sights, excited to be in a real major league
stadium.  While he wasn't quiet to start with, by the 3rd inning, he was
cranked up and barely stopped talking to take a breath, drink his coke, or
take a bite from his snack.  Uncle Chris laughed several times, enjoying
seeing the enthusiasm in Jeremy.  Chris had two cups of coke at any time.
The kept a cup on each knee, and hoped that would provide some cooling.  He
would take a big chunk of ice and place it on his neck or face.  When he
put a chunk on Jeremy's neck, Jeremy didn't shiver or move, just sighed at
the relief.  Every time it looked like Jeremy was slowing down, a little
ice on his neck would revitalize him.  Chris just couldn't help himself.
As Jeremy was leaning forward, a gap in his shorts opened up.  Chris could
see right down his butt crack and it was just screaming for ice.  And Chris
obliged.  A big long chunk of ice slipped right on in.  Jeremy straightened
up, and ooohhhed.  But he didn't protest, nor pull it out, he just squirmed
a little to get the most effective position and looked at his uncle and
gave a devilish grin.

They both thought this was truly a wonderful day.

After they made it back to the car, other than complaining about the
steering wheel was too hot to touch and that the seats were scorching their
legs, the ride home was quiet. It was just a shame that the game had to
end.  Jeremy was thinking about how great it would be to live like this,
getting to go to games, enjoying his uncles company, just allowed to have
fun, get loud and cheer.  But he was also thinking that it would soon end.
He didn't want to leave his uncle.  It was just too good with him.  He
didn't want to think about it but he couldn't help it.  And he sure didn't
want to cry but he could feel a tightness in his jaw and his eyes were
getting wet.  At least the sweat on his face was hiding any tears that
might actually come out of eyes.  He wiped the sweat, and possible tears,
from his face using his shirt.  When the Max AC hit his belly, he shivered.
He held his shirt up to get all the cold he could.  He didn't even realize
that his nipples got as hard as they did or that his uncle would have even
noticed such a thing.

Uncle Chris was quiet as he drove.  He would look over at Jeremy several
times.  He thought about how good looking the kid really was.  He saw a lot
of the features his wife had.  His smile and eyes came from his mother.
Chris loved it when he could get his wife to smile big, her eyes would just
sparkle.  It seemed that Chris' eyes sparkled all the time.  And Chris
seemed to smile a lot.  At least since the first couple of days after they
came to stay and visit.  He was such a handsome boy.  The smooth youthful
skin was just fantastic, with a few blemishes that happen when the hormones
start to boil over.  Chris knew that Jeremy had combed his hair sometime,
but it just didn't seem to matter.  It always looked like he ran into a
wind storm.  Even with the newly acquired baseball cap, the curls and flips
coming out of the cap were as random as could be.  Chris smiled at the
smudge of ice cream on Jeremy's cheek.  And he saw the stain of yellow
mustard on Jeremy's fingers.  He dare not tell Jeremy that it was there or
suggest that he wipe it off.  That was just not cool.  Chris had to
suppress the urge to lick his thumb and wipe away the ice cream, that would
have thrown Jeremy into the category of a little kid.

It wasn't really the looking that was keeping Chris quiet, he was thinking
as well.  All the thoughts about how much fun he had that day, and seeing
Jeremy enjoying it all.  All the pleasure he had from during the week that
Jeremy and his mother and sisters had been there.  He thought about how
much he really missed not having a son of his own.  It didn't occur to him
when his girls were born that there wasn't an opportunity to have a son.
The years went by, and it just didn't happen.  He let himself think about
what he missed but he also felt guilty for those thoughts.  He loved his
girls and wouldn't trade them for anything, but he was imagining have a boy
in the family.  His teenaged girls had long given up the notion that they
had a father, it wasn't anything to do with him.  It was just at some age,
kids find it embarrassing for others to know that they have parents.  Even
the girls' mom was being shunned some, although she had been one of their
best friends as they grew up.  That in itself, put a distance between Chris
and the girls, as well as Chris and his wife.  He thought it was a good
thing for all of them, even if it left him lonely at times.

Chris's thoughts were almost fantasies of what could have been and could be
if he had Jeremy as a son.  Sure the baseball game was great, but he
thought about how much more they would enjoy the football season.  That
would be during the school year and Chris would love to help Jeremy with
homework and projects.  Chris wouldn't do the entire project like some
parents did for their kids, like his girls' mom.  And in the spring and
summer, there was fishing and boating.  And they could swim in the lake.
And Chris thought about seeing Jeremy in just his swimsuit, and he shook
his head to clear the thought about how he would like to see Jeremy that
close to being naked.  And with fishing, they could camp out.  A good tent
would be needed.  And in that tent, Chris thought about Jeremy in his
underwear and naked and he thought about how he would like to see him like
that.  The thought lasted longer when he looked over at Jeremy holding his
shirt up and seeing his beautiful body and hard nipples.  Chris had to tell
himself to stop thinking about it.  It wasn't the hard nipples that was
bothering Jeremy.  It was the hard thing in his shorts.  It seemed like no
matter what he did lately, his wiener, or dick, would get hard.  He wasn't
doing anything that would make it that way, it just did it all by itself.
And sometimes, and more times than not, it got so hard that he had to do
something to it.  It helped when he would push it back, like into his body.
Or push it down.  It was one thing when he was in his room or by himself
and he could push on it a whole lot, but when it would happen in school, or
at the store, or like right then when other people were around.  He had to
hide the push.  He would just take his thumb and push as the rest of his
hand waved over the top of his pants.  Or he would watch for a chance and
push on his dick fast about 4 or 5 times in a row and nobody would notice.
Jeremy knew that getting a hard dick wasn't weird or bad like getting a
disease, but he wished he knew why he would get hard when he didn't want
to.

That hard dick did not go unnoticed by Uncle Chris.  He thought it may have
just been the way the fabric of his shorts tented up but when he saw Jeremy
push it down and it sprang up hard and fast, he knew it was a full blown
boner.  Chris did imagine how it looked pressing against his shorts.  And
he was thinking how he would look standing with his boner.  Chris told
himself that he better quit thinking that way.  He then thought that he
really should hurry home, so that Jeremy could run to the bathroom and get
some relief.  Chris felt like he was doing Jeremy a good thing, even as he
smiled and enjoyed knowing that Jeremy was feeling the strain of a
throbbing boner.  He didn't stop thinking about it, this time.

When they got home, the girls were ready to eat.  It was nice that they
waited for the boys to get back home before ordering the pizza.  It might
have been nicer if any of them had gone to pick it up, especially since
Chris couldn't eat any, he was still full from the ballpark.  It was worth
going when he saw the smile on Jeremy's face when he said he could go with
him to pick it up.

Jeremy told all about his day at the ballpark.  His sisters and cousins
really didn't care and would even talk over him about some meaningless
drivel.  His mother yawned a couple of times.  His aunt did ask some good
questions that allowed Jeremy to detail so many good things of the day.

When the pizza was just a bunch of crust in greasy boxes, Jeremy settled
down next to his uncle on the couch.  His sisters and cousins were out,
probably antagonizing a group of boys.  His mother was on the phone in the
other room with his father and several of the people she worked with.
Jeremy and Chris were watching the game highlights on TV and hoping to
catch a glimpse of themselves in the stands.  Chris was rubbing Jeremy's
back through his shirt.  Chris really enjoyed the soft cotton and the warm
body underneath.  It was a few minutes later that Chris moved his hand
under Jeremy's shirt.  Jeremy's skin was soft and silky, to Chris it was a
very sensual experience, not even sexual.  It was a great calming feeling.
Chris would rub on a muscle and feel it relax and become loose.  Then move
to another spot, and work that muscle.  It was as if Jeremy was slowly
melting into the couch.

Jeremy leaned against Chris, putting his head on Chris' shoulder.  He quit
talking and was just enjoying how good it felt to get his back scratched
and rubbed.  It felt great to have a hand touching him, it was warm and
tingly.  And it felt great to lean on his uncle.  He had grown to love the
cologne his uncle wore.  He even liked it better when the cologne mixed
with the sweat from the hot summer day.  He thought how great it would be
if his uncle would just wrap him up in both arms and just hold him and let
him fall asleep like that.  It would be even better if they both had their
shirts off.  And how cool would it be if they were both naked and he could
push his hard wiener – he meant dick, against his uncle's body.

His aunt looked on as Jeremy snuggled up against Chris.  She told Chris,
"It looks like you have a real buddy."  And she smiled to see how cute
Jeremy looked and how contented Chris looked.  They both looked worn out,
sundrenched, and sweaty.  She thought about how those two had bonded in
this short visit.

About that time, as Jeremy knew that he couldn't stay awake much longer, he
turned toward his uncle and hid his hard dick.  It didn't exactly hide the
fact that he was hard.  Chris wasn't really surprised and was sure that
Jeremy was pressing his boner into hip.  With Jeremy falling asleep, it
gave Chris a chance to reach down and rearrange his own boner to get it out
of the bind in his underwear.

As Jeremy's aunt got up to join her sister and finish off the wine they
opened with the pizza, Chris' hand continued the slow gentle moves on
Jeremy's back.  Since his wife couldn't see, he let his hand slide down to
Jeremy's butt.  He wondered how Jeremy could sit on something so skinny.
Chris' hand brushed over the top of Jeremy's shorts, he stopped to put a
finger or two in the gap right above Jeremy's crack.  He thought about
dropping the ice down there that afternoon.

Chris looked down at Jeremy.  His shirt was wet from the drool coming out
of Jeremy's mouth.  That and the complete relaxation of every muscle on
Jeremy told Chris that he was deeply asleep.  Chris hadn't touched a boy's
bare butt since he slept over at Billy Ray's house, back when he was 11
years old.  Now he had a huge desire to do it, and an opportunity.  He
could feel his heart racing, he almost had to think about breathing.  He
slid his hand with greater than expected ease inside of Jeremy's shorts and
underwear.  Paying attention to Jeremy's breathing, he slowing moved his
hand down his nephew's butt crack.  His fingers surfing shallow in the
crack.  He had to get a full hand of butt.  It seemed that his hand was
just the right size for Jeremy's butt.  Even the roundness of Jeremy's butt
seemed natural to the curve of his hand.  As Chris rubbed the butt, he felt
his dick twitch a few times.  I he knew when he reached in, he would find a
nice little load of precum.

Chris went back to Jeremy's butt crack.  His fingers went in deeply, he was
surprised to find it so much hotter and wetter deep in the crack.  The
sweat from the hot day was all still there.  Chris dared to take his hand
out and gave it sniff.  There really wasn't a bad odor, just the hot musky
scent.  His hand went back in the underwear and right back in Jeremy's
crack.  This time, he worked his fingers to spread the boy's cheeks and go
deeper in search of his hole.  He knew he had reached Jeremy's hole when he
felt the soft warm pucker, and when Jeremy moaned just a little in his
sleep.  He didn't dare do much more than press lightly on the boy's hole.
He did enjoy the reactions Jeremy had, little contractions and little
twitches.  He was thinking if there was a way that he could possibly slide
his hand down the front of Jeremy's underwear.

He might have done it if his wife and sister-in-law hadn't returned to the
room.  Jeremy's mother looked over and was disappointed in her son that he
had messed up his uncle's shirt by drooling all over it.  She also
apologized that Jeremy was laying on top of Chris.  She told Chris to just
throw him to the other side of the couch and to not let Jeremy bother him.
It was anything but a bother.  It was such a pleasant thing to feel
Jeremy's body against him.  Even without sneaking a hand down Jeremy's
underwear, it was great.  He even felt more of a bonding, knowing that they
both had boners as they cuddled.  It bothered Chris that a mother would
consider it such a bother to have her son lean on him.  It was such a
pleasant sensual experience, including the scent of a sweaty boy.

Both of the women suggested that it was time for the men to take showers
and head for bed.  Chris was still sniffing his fingers that had found
their way to Jeremy's hole.  He was sure that was not what the women were
smelling but couldn't argue that he and Jeremy weren't ripe.  It took a few
more suggestions before Chris decided it was time to get cleaned up.
Jeremy was dazed as Chris nudged him awake.  He wiped his mouth and looked
around the room, trying to figure out where he was and what was going on.
While still not completely aware of the situation, Jeremy did get up from
the couch and was lead down the hall towards the bathroom.  And his mother
noticed the tent in Jeremy's shorts caused by his erect penis.  She sighed
almost inaudibly as she wished he would do better at controlling himself.

Jeremy went down the hall with a single eye open, and that one only
occasionally to check the progress of the walls coming closer to him.
Chris placed his hand in the middle of Jeremy's back and tried to lead him
to the shower.  It was going to be easier for Jeremy to use the master
bath, besides his daughter was complaining about how messy Jeremy was in
her bathroom.  The truth was that is was hard to aim correctly when trying
to pee with a hard dick.

Jeremy leaned against the sink counter as Chris started the shower and
waited for it to get warm.  He was starting to wake up but he was enjoying
just drifting in place.  Chris told him to start getting undressed.  The
socks and the shirt came off quickly, it took a little longer for the
shorts and underwear to hit the floor.  Jeremy was quite relieved, his dick
wasn't completely hard but it was just hard enough to show that he wasn't
small.  It was like he did in the showers after football practice.  If he
just pulled off his jock, his dick was so small.  So he would pull on it as
he stood back up from pulling his jock off.  And he saw just about every
boy do the same thing.  He was thinking that it would be real cool right
then to take a shower with his uncle.  It was like a guy thing.  He took
showers with all his football team, and it would be a fun thing to do.
Besides, he could see his uncle's dick.

Jeremy stood there naked, not hiding a thing.  If it had been one week
earlier, he would have put a towel around him before ever pulling his
shorts off.  Now he felt so comfortable that it was easy to stand naked
with his uncle.  And his uncle was grateful.  Chris was talking quietly
about the game and how much he enjoyed the day and how much he really
enjoyed having Jeremy with him.  And all the time, Chris was admiring
Jeremy's form.  Long and lithe, smooth but well defined muscles, such
little fat that the ribs and hipbones on Jeremy's frame could be seen.
Chris tried not to let his eyes remain on Jeremy's dick but it was a
gorgeous dick.  A well formed pink head, and a shaft with a few veins
visible hung pointed slightly out from his body.  There were pubes, a thin
set ran along the top of his dick, not nearly a bush.  Chris thought it was
cute the way the pubes ran down the creases between his dick and legs.  And
Jeremy's balls hung low between his legs, each ball could be seen hanging
in his sac.  His right ball hanging lower than the left.  It was only a few
minutes but it was the longest Chris had allowed himself to study another's
dick and balls, at least since he was a kid.

When Chris finally checked the temperature of shower, he said it was ready
for Jeremy.  Jeremy was about to step in when he asked Chris to do his
back.  Jeremy wanted more of the touching that he was enjoying earlier that
evening.  Chris jokingly said, "I'll do yours if you'll do mine."  And when
Jeremy readily agreed, Chris thought that it might be too much fun to pass
up.  The only thing was, he was boned up.  He thought about it for a second
but then stripped off.

Jeremy's eyes were already focused on Chris crotch before the shorts ever
started coming off.  He expected to see a small dick that was all smashed
up against Chris' body.  Then he wanted to see Chris pull on it, like he
was in the locker room.  Instead, he was a little surprised to see a hard
dick.  And Jeremy was relieved, he wasn't the only one to get a hard dick
for no reason.

Chris slid in behind Jeremy.  They both let the shower get them wet
completely.  Chris grabbed the soap but Jeremy handed him the shampoo.
Chris took his time rubbing the shampoo around.  It was a great feeling
shampooing the boy's hair but it was the feeling of his boner rubbing
against the back and butt of Jeremy's wet and silky body.  Chris wasn't
sure if Jeremy even knew the effect Jeremy was having on him.  When Chris
looked over Jeremy's shoulder, he was sure that he was having an effect on
Jeremy, judging from the way his boner was twitching with his heartbeat.

Chris knew right then and there that he was going to take it as far as
Jeremy would let him.  When the shampoo was washed out of Jeremy's hair,
Chris got another handful of shampoo and closed his eyes as he asked
Jeremy, "Do you want me to do the rest of your hair?"  All Jeremy could
answer with was "Huh?"  They repeated the question and answer two more
times before Chris demonstrated which hair he was talking about.

When Chris hand touched Jeremy's pubes, and a lot of boner with it, they
both jumped.  Jeremy started to giggle and stand on his toes.  But he
didn't want to get out of the way.  Chris felt like his heart skipped a
beat or two.  He really thought that Jeremy would jump out of the way and
he would just act like he was kidding, like it was a big joke.  Chris was
absolutely thrilled that Jeremy didn't fight or slink away.  He wasn't
about to stop now.

The only thought running through Jeremy's head was that he was hoping that
his uncle Chris would start pushing on his hard dick.  He thought it would
be so great for somebody besides himself to push on his hard dick.  Instead
of just rubbing his belly, he wanted Chris to push on his dick, even
rubbing it would be good.  Other than his football physical, nobody touched
his dick, well not since Sarah Jane touched his wiener when they got naked
in the sleeping bag back in the 3rd grade.  Jeremy was wishing so much that
Chris would push on his dick that he didn't even feel Chris' dick pressing
and rubbing against his butt and back.

It was the best that Chris had felt in years.  He was about to bust, he
felt as horny as he ever had.  The smooth firm skin of Jeremy's butt and
back was truly wonderful against his dick and balls.  He felt like he was
teasing Jeremy by rubbing his pubes and he knew he was going to grab his
dick.  He had to feel those balls too.  Everything that Chris was thinking
seemed so right.  He slipped his hand under Jeremy's balls and Jeremy's
legs almost went out from underneath him.  Jeremy was making a deep,
throaty sound, almost purring as his balls were being caressed.  He spread
his legs as much as he could to give his uncle as much access as he could.
Spreading his legs made it tough for Chris to keep his dick pressing on
Jeremy's butt.

Then Chris made the move that would change Jeremy's life from there on.  He
worked his hand around Jeremy's dick.  The skin was just as smooth as it
could possibly be but underneath it was truly as hard as a rock.  Chris
pulled on it a little, played with the head, and just loved how it felt.
He whispered to Jeremy, "Do you want me to do it for you?"  Jeremy truly
had no idea what Chris meant by "it" but what ever it was, he wanted to do
it.

And Chris started slowly to stroke Jeremy's dick.  Jeremy was so happy that
Chris was finally pushing on his dick, and the sliding the other way wasn't
too bad at all.  And it was getting better as it went.  Chris got them
where he was leaning against the wall of the shower.  Jeremy was firmly
planted against Chris's dick.  As Chris got faster and harder with the
stroking, it also made Jeremy's butt move up and down on his own dick.
Chris was worried that he might even shoot before Jeremy did.

Jeremy had never shot.  He knew something about sperm but sure wasn't clear
about the mode of transmission and how it was made.  He heard a lot of
things from his friends and the other boys in school and he acted like he
knew what they were talking about.  But he really didn't.  He didn't
understand why his dick got hard so much.  He did know that it had to get
hard to do the thing with the girl to make babies.

But that was going to change.  Jeremy started getting a feeling of urgency
between his legs.  He thought it was leading up to peeing, but he didn't
want to pee yet, it was just feeling too good.  He discovered that he could
make it feel even better when he squeezed his butt tight.  And it made him
realize that his uncle Chris' boner was pressing in his butt crack.  He
tried to squeeze his butt cheeks together to act like he was squeezing
Chris' dick like his was being squeezed.  But Jeremy got to that point
where every thought and feeling was focused on his dick and balls.  He had
a feeling like he never had before.  He knew something was about to happen.
Then he felt out of control.  He grabbed Chris' arm.  He tried to make a
sentence but words were hard enough.  He didn't want Chris to stop, but he
also worried that he better stop or something was really going to happen.
He growled as he tried to stop it but when he had to take a breath, it all
went.  It was like all the middle of his body was pumping, and it was all
coming out of his hard dick.  He opened his eyes and looked down and he saw
something shoot out of his dick.  And again and again.  Jeremy knew it
wasn't anything bad, as good as it felt, it was a great thing.

Then, Jeremy got more sensitive than he had ever been.  It was like the
most intense tickling he ever had inflicted on him.  Telling Chris to quit
didn't work and it was really involuntary when he doubled over and grabbed
Chris' arm with both hands.  His feet were even off the floor.  Chris
understood and talked Jeremy into easing up and getting back on his feet.
Jeremy was amazed and in a state of euphoria.  He turned and leaned against
the corner of the shower.  He listened to Chris as he asked if he liked
that and did it feel good.  All Jeremy could do was nod and smile.  He
watched as Chris slowly moved his hand back and forth on his dick.  Then
Chris told him that he had to get off too.  Jeremy was amazed as Chris
rubbed and stroked his dick and then made faces and grunted and out came
ropes of white stuff.  He could tell it made Chris feel almost as good as
what he felt.

They smiled at each other.  Chris motioned for Jeremy to come to him.
Chris surrounded Jeremy and held him close.  Jeremy's heart was still
pounding, and Chris enjoyed feeling that.  Chris was feeling so good, his
dick was long and limp but when he looked down at Jeremy, he saw that his
nephew was still hard.  He asked Jeremy if that felt good, Jeremy nodded.
He asked Jeremy if it felt better when he does it to himself.  And when
Jeremy said that he had never done it before, Chris looked at him and said
"We got to talk."

Please let me know if this is any good.  Or if I should continue.  It easy
enough to email me at kwikie@live.com Thanks