Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 21:45:58 -0500
From: Chad K <kwikie@live.com>
Subject: jeremy and uncle chris part 4

Jeremy and Uncle Chris, part 4
Chad, kwikie@live.com


Jeremy barely had enough time to piss, comb his hair, brush his teeth, and
throw some clothes on before they all left for one last breakfast at IHOP.
They said they tried to wake him up for more than an hour.  He doubted
that, he was ready again to try jacking his morning boner.  He still
thought about doing it, especially as he leaned against the back wall
behind the toilet to get an angle that would let the piss his somewhere in
the bowl with his boner.

He and Chris sat next to each other as they ate.  Both were quiet, subdued,
and actually depressed about the upcoming departure.  Chris would ask a
couple of questions about what Jeremy was going to do when he got back
home.  Jeremy just replied with a shrug of his shoulders and a grunt, much
the same as when he first came to visit.  It wasn't that Jeremy was trying
to avoid the conversation, he just couldn't think about anything but what
he was leaving.  And when he thought about that, he choked up.  His sisters
and cousins were making enough noise and talking for all of them.  He
wondered how they could be so awake this early?  And why weren't any of
them sad about leaving?

When they left IHOP, Jeremy put up the hood on his new hoodie.  It was too
hot outside to wear it, but the airport was a little cool.  It was to cover
his face, it allowed him to withdraw enough to get by.  It was one thing to
hide, but it also limited his vision so that he could control what he saw.
He did acknowledge his aunt telling him how much she enjoyed his visit.  He
knew she did enjoy it and meant what she said.  His cousins each gave him a
hug, because they had too.  He was sure that they just wanted him out of
the way, and to get their rooms back.

Then Uncle Chris came and wrapped his big arms around Jeremy.  For a
second, everything felt right again.  Chris whispered how much he was going
to miss his buddy.  And hoped that Jeremy had a good time.  Chris told him
he could always call him, and to let him know if he could ever do anything
for him.  Jeremy was already hurting, his jaws burned and his eyes watered
as he fought off crying.  When Chris' voice started to crack from emotion,
it was all Jeremy could do to start bawling aloud.  He squeezed his uncle
as tightly and closely as he possibly could.  He kept whispering: "I don't
want to go. I don't want to go.  I don't want to go."  And even though
Jeremy knew it couldn't happen, in his mind he wondered and wanted to hang
on and let his sisters and mother leave him there.

Chris finally said something funny, about how the airplane seat wouldn't
hold both of them like this.  He patted Jeremy on the back and pulled them
apart.  Jeremy pressed the hood against his face and soaked up his tears.
A wet spot could be seen on the outside of the hood where Chris' face had
pressed against, and tears were still on his face as he took one more long
look at Jeremy's face.  Chris had not had this feeling since he had to say
goodbye to his lifelong friend after spending one last session at summer
camp.

Jeremy's mom and here sister were saying goodbye, all the hugs and kisses
and promises.  The cousins were all talking at once and it sounded more
like feeding time in the chicken coop, just continuous chirping.  There
were a few tears as they all hugged.  Jeremy clenched his teeth, he just
wanted to yell and tell them all to shut up.  He pulled down on the hoodie
he had gotten the day before from the team store.  It hid more of his face,
and hid more of the world that he was leaving.  He was the first to go
through the security and was irritated that he had to take the hoodie off
to make it through.  It went right back on.

They were among the first at the gate.  Jeremy's mom insisted they get
there early so they could get right up front when they got on the plane.
They were already guaranteed a spot I the first group but she didn't want
to count on that.  All the bags were placed like a fort on their designed
preboarding position.  Jeremy had to stand with his mother as the girls had
to go down to the shop one more time, just in case there was another thing
to buy as a souvenir.  Jeremy stood and looked out the window, he focus on
nothing, just the thoughts of what he was leaving.  What if he did just
turn around and walk out and catch up with his uncle?  What if he did just
stay in the hoodie for the rest of his life, or at least the rest of the
summer?  He finally went and flopped down in a chair, hands in his pockets,
head hidden in the hoodie.  He remained motionless until his mother
demanded that he join them.  It was so important to get good seats up
front.  As they loaded, the girls found a row and they stashed their stuff.
Jeremy's mom told him to sit behind them.  He just squeezed between the
seat and some old woman in a cheetah outfit and headed for the very back of
the plane.  His mother yelling at him, telling him that he need to come sit
behind them.  He finally acknowledged her and yelled that he WAS sitting
BEHIND them, way behind them.

The plane was almost full when a man filled the middle seat next to Jeremy.
The many was nice enough.  He asked Jeremy a few innocent questions and
when he only got a nod of the hoodie, he gave up.  After the plane took
off, Jeremy lost all the tenseness in his body.  He tried to keep as quiet
as he could but he open wept.  He didn't want to think of anybody watching.
Nobody, even the man next to him, said anything to him.  As the
announcement that the flight attendants would be throw peanuts and cokes,
he was able to breathe again.  Not long after that, the familiar stiffening
of his dick started.  He rubbed it with his hands in the hoodie's pockets.
He thought about how lucky he was to have his uncle show him what it was
for.  At least what make it feel so much better.  Jeremy rubbed slowly as
they flew.  He didn't dare rub too much or too fast, he couldn't shoot on
the plane.  But he started thinking about getting home and trying it for
the first time ever.

His Uncle Chris drove away from the airport without saying a word.  The
girls were in the back seat and still chattering.  His wife was as quiet as
Chris.  She reached over and took his hand and squeezed it.  They smiled a
little to each other.  She knew it was hard for Chris and Jeremy to part.
They had bonded so well over this too short visit.  She would miss her
sisters and nieces but they had stayed just about as long as she could
stand.  It wasn't going to be long before they wore out their welcome.  She
felt sorry for Chris.  In the past, she had a few thoughts of grief that
she didn't give him a son.  But it never really seemed to be a big deal.
Chris loved his girls, he did everything for them.  But they had outgrown
their daddy.  There were other men in their lives, daddy was just tolerable
now, just a source of money for the weekend, or a ride now and then.

The girls had gone out for the night.  They had to catch up with all their
friends that they had to put off so they could entertain their cousins.
Chris and his wife had a light dinner, and she snuggled up to him on the
couch.  She let him stay quiet through the day but she knew he had to snap
out of it soon.  She brought up many of the subjects that always got him to
talk.  They were working.  And she was proud of herself when he got excited
about bringing Jeremy back in the fall for an actual football game.  Chris
was sure which was going to be best game, against a hated rival, in the new
stadium, and he might even tailgate.

The sun hadn't even gone down when they went to the bedroom.  Chris was
more aggressive in bed than he had been in years.  She thought it might
have been the release of finally getting all the guests out of the house
but she also suspected it was a little more than that.  It just felt too
good to do any worrying, she felt like she just needed to hang on and enjoy
it.  Not only was Chris using his fingers and tongues expertly, when they
got to the fucking part, he was humping hard and fast.  A little extra kick
when he sunk his dick inside her as deep as he could.  It was the hardest
they had fucked in years.  The hardest since the last time they orgasmed
together.  And it was much the same.  Her body stiffened up as she knew it
was about to happen.  She clenched down on his dick on her first wave or
orgasm.  And Chris roared as the first shot exploded from his dick and into
his wife.  They matched shots and orgasms until Chris collapsed into her
arms.  Before he fell asleep, he flicked his dick and that made her jump.
They fell asleep as the sun slipped completely away, he was still inside
her.

As Jeremy got off the plane, his mother told him that he had to go to the
restroom before they got the luggage.  He hated being treated like that.
It was so unkewl to have his mother telling him to go peepee.  He did have
to go, but geez, his mommy didn't have to tell him.  He was a little
surprised when he reached in to pull his dick out.  There was a coating of
slick stuff all over his dick.  It didn't smell like much, it was clear, he
wondered if he had shot again.  He didn't think he could have, there wasn't
that great feeling.  He wished he could ask his uncle about it.  He worried
a little about whether this would always happen since he started shooting.
Was it like opening something up and then it would always leak out a
little.  About the only thing he knew for sure was that it was way to hot
to wear a hoodie.

Jeremy didn't know if he could possibly talk to his own father about it.
But he wanted so badly to see his father.  He would look for an opportunity
to start talking about it.  Maybe this whole thing was something that men
and boys don't talk about but men talk to men about.  He was hoping to talk
about it.  Even more so since the talk that Uncle Chris had promised, never
happened.  He was hoping that he could ride in the front seat of the car,
maybe he could talk to his father right then on the ride home.  He had
forgotten that he missed his father.

When they reached the baggage claim, they saw a familiar face and a
familiar sign.  There was Raoul, the company's driver, holding a sign with
their last name.  When he met them, he explained that Jeremy's father
thought that it would be more fun for them to take the limo home.  And he
was caught up in a meeting that he just couldn't get out of.  He would see
them at home and wanted to hear all about the trip.  Well, so fucking much
for being able to talk to his father.

Late that night, Jeremy jumped into his own shower.  His boner was hard as
a rock before he opened the shower door.  He looked down at it.  He left
the door open so he could watch himself in the mirror.  He thought his dick
looked bigger than ever.  He didn't remember it looking so swollen, even
when it was this hard.  The brown soft pubic hair looked much thicker.  It
arched above dick and went just down the sides and touched his sack.  His
fingers barely touched the skin on his dick, looking at it really for the
first time.  He couldn't remember when his dick head getting as pink or red
as it was.  Jeremy kept looking down and switching to looking at himself in
the mirror.  When he put his hands to his side, he could believe how much
his dick dominated how he looked.

Ears swabbed, teeth brushed, hair somewhat combed, zit cream applied, and
Jeremy was ready for bed.  He pulled on clean underwear and slipped into
his own bed.  The smell and feel of his own bed felt so comfortable.  The
sheets were his, the pillow were his, and he was ready to sleep until late
tomorrow.  He almost let himself drift away but his still hard dick got his
attention.  This was going to be it.  This was going to be the very first
time he was going to jack off all by himself.  He wasn't going to just rub
it, he wasn't going to stop until he shot, he was in his room, and he was
going to jack off.

He flipped on the back, pulled the sheet back, he smiled as he looked at
the tent in his underwear, it pulled the side open and he could see some
pubes and some ball skin.  He snuck a finger in and he shivered from that
touch.  He couldn't tease himself very long and he pulled his underwear
down to his knees.  He grabbed his dick and at first did some of the
pushing down that he had done in the past.  And it was like the head of his
dick was itching and needed to be scratched or at least rubbed.  It all
started feeling good as Jeremy wrapped his hand around his dick and began
to stroke.  He fixed the pillows so he could see it all better.  The more
he stroked, the more he needed it.  Holding his breath, biting his lip,
grabbing a handful of bedding, or a handful of his own butt felt good but
he wasn't sure if it was what he was supposed to do.  His mind kept
bringing images of his Uncle Chris.  Sometimes it was a completely naked
Chris standing there, other times it was Chris beside him and jacking him.
Other images also floated in and out, of girls he knew, and of his best
friends and some teammates from school.

Then he felt that burning, building pressure and knew he was about to
shoot.  His toes curled, he arched his back, he tried to pinch everything,
and then he took a breath and his entire body started spasming.  He felt
ever shot run through his body.  He could hear the ripples as each rope
cleared the tip of his boner.  He felt so good throughout his body.  He
kept pumping his boner, and did so one too many times.  He flinched at the
last stroke as it touched his dick head.  He held still as the last few
small contractions oozed out the last of his cum.  A complete feeling of
satisfaction and warmth enveloped his body.  He felt good, he felt tired,
he felt like he could just roll over and sleep for a week.

Then he felt the wetness on his hand, and then the wetness on his belly and
chest and on his leg, and even in his pubic hairs!  Oh god, what was it
going to do?  Was he feeling it burning?  Was it nasty?  What could he do?
He rolled out of bed quickly, the underwear around his knees tripped him
and he fell into his desk.  Jeremy popped to his feet and he held his arms
and hands underneath where his cum was on his body.  He didn't know what it
would do on him but it was probably worse if it hit his carpet.  He was
trying to think what Chris did with the cum.  He couldn't remember but he
started wiping it all off with his shower towel.  He got it all wiped up,
when he looked at himself in the mirror. He had to smile.  He had done it.
He made himself cum, and it felt perfect.

He took a clean towel to bed with him.  He thought he might have to do it
again that night.  If nothing else, he would be hard when he woke up.  He
thought that maybe he wouldn't sleep until the afternoon.  He wanted to get
another chance to jack off as soon as morning got there.  He slipped into
bed again, now the familiar scent was accented with that of his own cum.
He pulled his underwear down just enough so that he could hold his dick as
he drifted quickly off to sleep.

Thanks to all that have sent me comments.  I hope this meets the standard
I've set for myself.  PLEASE let me know what you think.  kwikie@live.com