Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2014 09:03:29 -0800 (PST) From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com> Subject: My Nephew Jacob Part Nine DISCLAIMER: The following story contains descriptions of sexual activity between men and minors, especially boys. If you are under 18 years of age, READ NO FURTHER. If you are morally opposed to sexually explicit fiction involving minors, READ NO FURTHER. The following story is fantasy only and was written for the author's private enjoyment. Others have convinced me to share... This fiction is not intended to contribute in any way to illegal actions by the reader, nor is it intended to contribute in any way to harmful acts toward children. All events portrayed are fictional, if you like what you've read, write me at db.byron@yahoo.com. Additional parts to this story depend on feedback, so, be sure to write if you liked it! The Nifty Archive has welcomed thousands of open-minded men to indulge in their hottest and darkest fantasies. Anything is possible in a story. But making those stories available is only possible with help from you. So curl up with an erotic tale. Let it take you to the edge of ecstasy and back again. Then take a moment and donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - Chapter Nine: "Pucker" After getting a phone call from Jacob's Soccer Coach. I drove over to the Soccer Field where he played. It was across town and in the poorer part of the city. But it was a nice place and Jacob had been playing on the team there for almost two years. He really enjoyed it and it was a nice after school activity for him. I had never met the Coach before. I had only heard about him through my Brother and Jacob. I tried to call my Brother on the way there, but his cell phone had been turned off. Which was of no surprise to me. At this point I didn't know where he was. I knew he only had enough money to stay at the hotel for about a week at the most. As I pulled up to the Soccer Field I noticed there were two teams playing. Apparently a boys team and a girls team. I parked the car and got out. I made my way up to the stands and sat down. I watched as they played and Jacob noticed me after awhile. I waved to him and he waved back. Then he went back to playing. His Coach noticed Jacob waving to someone in the stands and he turned around to see who it was. He noticed me and motioned for me to come down to him. I got up and went down to the base of the stands and leaned against the railing. The Coach approached me and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Coach Roberts. You must be Jacob's Uncle. I think we talked on the phone." Coach Roberts said. I was pleasantly surprised to see the Coach was a younger guy. He looked about 25 or so. Blonde hair, green eyes, and very tan skin. We shook hands as I introduced myself. "Hi, yeah that was me. I'm his Uncle James. Nice to meet you." I said. "Nice to meet you too. This is the first time I have met any of Jacob's family aside from his Father. I haven't seen much of him lately either come to think of it." Coach Roberts said. "Yeah, neither have we actually." I said. "Why's that?" Coach Roberts asked. "You know his wife passed away..." I said. "Jacob said his Mom had passed away a few months ago. A drunk driving accident. Damn shame. I'm sorry to hear it." Coach Roberts said. "Well, it's been extremely hard on Mark. He hasn't been himself in weeks. He's turned to the bottle and last I knew he'd lost his job because of it. He was staying in a hotel about a week ago. But I haven't been able to reach him on his phone since." I explained. "Wow! That's heartbreaking. A boy losing his Mom is one thing, but losing his Dad too? That can tear a boy apart inside." Coach Roberts said. "Indeed it can." I said. "That's partially why I called you actually. You and his Grandfather are listed as contacts and I felt, that after noticing some things I should call." Coach Roberts said. "What kind of things?" I asked. "Well for starters, considering he lost his Mom and his Dad's situation, Jacob doesn't seem very upset about any of it. I mean, yes, he had a few days there right after his Mom passed. That he didn't want to play as much. Which I understood. But he rebounded from that pretty quickly if you ask me." Coach Roberts said. "He's a tough little guy I guess." I said. "That's an understatement. I've got older boys on the team that have lost to a friend in a video game and they'd be pissed off for days. Haha. But Jacob seems to be dealing with a lot, and dealing with it very well." Coach Roberts said. "You say that like it's a bad thing." I said. "Eh, I wouldn't say a bad thing. But kids can keep things bottled up inside. Which can be dangerous later on..." Coach Roberts continued, "And I have a feeling little Jacob is keeping a lot bottled up. Far more than any other of his team mates." "What makes you think that? Has he said something?" I asked. "Not exactly... It's more what I've seen that raises my concerns." Coach Roberts replied. My mind started to race. I looked around a little nervously. I just knew the Coach's concerns weren't going to be good. Who knew what he might have seen or thought he had seen. Whatever it was, it was at the heart of why he had called. I tried to play it calm and cool. I leaned in closer. "Um, what have you seen?" I asked. "Uh, well, I can't show you here. But, um, after practice I'll share what I have documented." Coach Roberts replied. All I could think was, 'Seriously? You have documentation of something and you're gonna make me wait to see what it is!?' As I stood there wondering what the hell he had seen. The Coach told me to have a seat and he'd be back after practice ended. I sat down in the front row and tried not to over think things too much. Maybe it would be something silly that he had seen. I'd have to just wait and see for myself. After about 45mins, Coach Roberts called the teams together and ended practice. He sent them all to the showers to wash up and get changed. By this time other parents had arrived and were also sitting in the stands. Jacob came running over, I stood up and I greeted him next to the railing. "Hi, Uncle James!" Jacob said excitedly. "Hi, Jacob." I said. We hugged, just as one of the other boys ran up to Jacob. "Come on, Pucker!" The other boy yelled, as he patted Jacob on the butt. The boy was really cute. He looked about 12 years old with spiky light brown hair and blue eyes. Jacob smiled and giggled. "I'll be back, Uncle James. I gotta go get changed out." Jacob said. Then Jacob ran off, following the other boy. I was about to sit back down as Coach Roberts walked up to the railing. He motioned for me to follow him. I walked along the railing and then off to the side of the stands. Coach Roberts lead me out to his Jeep. Which was parked out back of a building back behind the stands. "So, should I be worried about what you're going to show me?" I asked nervously. "Um, I'm not sure. Let's just say it's something I have never seen before." Coach Roberts replied. He opened his back passenger door and reached inside. He pulled out a folder and opened it. Inside he had documents with information on each of the youth Soccer Players. Only the boys though. Which I found a little odd. He thumbed through the documents. Some had Polaroid pictures attached. They were nude photos of many of the boy Soccer Players. I knew there was something strange about this. But I didn't say anything. In fact before I could, Coach Roberts felt he needed to explain. "These pictures are from the players physicals..." Coach Roberts said. I grinned and then replied, "Do the girls not have physicals?" "Um, um, well, those, those are in another folders I think." Coach Roberts stammered to answer the question. As he thumbed through the documents one picture quickly caught my eye. I reached into the folder and snatched the picture from under the paperclip. I held it tight in my fingers and looked at it. "Closeups of their little butt holes is all part of the physical too I'm sure." I said with a smirk. "Um, um, um, well, um." Coach Roberts stammered. Coach Roberts' eyes grew wide as he looked at me holding the photo. I handed it back to him slowly. "Well I have to document everything..." Coach Roberts said softly. "Of course you do..." I replied softly. Coach Roberts took the photo from me and placed it back where it belonged. Then resumed thumbing though the documents. Soon he came to Jacob's documents. I recognized the photo on top instantly. How could I ever forget that puffy little boy pussy. Coach Roberts pulled the photo out. It turned out he had several of Jacob. He looked around to make sure no one was looking and then laid them out on the open folder. "In all my years of coaching the boys and girls teams. I have never seen anything quite like this... Care to try and explain?" Coach Roberts said. "Well, in all my years of being an Uncle. I've never seen a Coach with a folder of naked little boys. Unless you have an explanation that would be acceptable to those parents in the stands. I'm thinking both of us can agree that some things are better left unexplained." I replied. Coach Roberts looked at me nervously. "Um, um, um, well, shit..." Coach Roberts said nervously. We both knew what was happening. We just weren't sure where each other stood. After a minute that seemed like forever. I put my hand on the Coach's shoulder. "Relax... You're amongst a fellow admirer here. As far as I'm concerned you have a dream job. Besides, I wouldn't want to have to say anything to those parents that might jeopardize your career." I said. "I appreciate that." Coach Roberts said nervously. Coach Roberts put the photos back in place, closed the folder and tossed it back into his Jeep and closed the door. I removed my hand from his shoulder and took a step back. He lowered his head and seemed to be at a loss for words. I think he set out to uncover something but had ended up exposing himself. Perhaps a little on purpose. But now he didn't know what to say or do. "How did you even notice that about Jacob anyway? Hmm? You must have been looking for it." I asked. Coach Roberts lifted his head and replied, "Actually it was some of the other players. I heard them commenting about it in the showers. So naturally I had to look into it." "Well you certainly looked 'into it' alright... What do you think of it?" I asked softly. "Are you asking if I liked it?" Coach Roberts asked. "Well I know you liked it, you kept pictures of it. I'm curious what you thought revealing your knowledge of it would accomplish..." I asked. "I was concerned of course... Jacob is one of our best players. I care about the little guy. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him." Coach Roberts replied. "It might interest you to know, his Grandfather is considering unenrolling him from school in the very near future. For his concerns over meetings just like this one." I said. "Please... Don't take him out of school. Or at the very least don't take him away from the team. We need him. I... Need him." Coach Roberts said, "He loves the sport. Plus the other boys have taken a real liking to him. They've even recently given him a special nickname..." "Pucker?" I asked. "You know it?" Coach Roberts replied surprised. "I overheard one of his teammates call him that. I was wondering where they came up with it..." I said. "He's pretty proud of that nickname actually. I had a talk with the boys about Jacob's pucker. After I learned about it." Coach Roberts explained, "I did my best to prevent too much talk about it. I let them know there was nothing wrong with it. I told them that Jacob was just different. That it was nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not really sure why I did that. I just... I'm just trying to look out for him." I sensed there was more to Coach Roberts' showing care and concern for Jacob. I had a feeling he hadn't pulled any of the other parents aside like this and revealed his concerns. Jacob was special to him for some reason. "I appreciate that. I know Jacob does too. He's always spoke very highly of you. He looks up to you a lot." I said. The two of us looked around, keeping an eye out for parents or any of the kids who might overhear us. We watched as many of the parents drove away, taking their kids home after practice. The main parking lot was emptying out. I could tell the Coach was nervous. He kept looking around. As we stood there by his Jeep and you could feel the tension, fear, and curiosity that had filled the air. "Perhaps we should go to your office and clear up any misunderstandings in private." I said. Coach Roberts nodded his head in agreement and then lead me to the rear entrance of the building. We walked in and headed down the hallway to his office. We passed the locker room and showers. I could see it was almost empty now. We arrived at the Coach's Office and he pushed open the door. We walked in and he closed the door behind us. "So... I'm curious. Are pictures all you've taken?" I asked. "I've never touched any of them. I swear." Coach Roberts said a bit defensively. "Well ok then... But you would if you could?" I asked. "I, I don't know. I'd be afraid of them saying something. Or worse my girlfriend finding out." Coach Roberts replied. I smiled and replied, "That's why you have to be careful which boy you pick." "I wouldn't know where to even start. I shouldn't be even be discussing this." Coach Roberts said. "Probably not. But you opened the cookie jar, I didn't. And that bulge in your shorts tells me you really want to talk about this." I said. Coach Roberts put his hand over his crotch and took a deep breath. I stepped closer and put my hand on his hand. I looked into his nervous eyes. "I can't speak for the others, but I know one little boy who looks up to you, admires you and would gladly let you do anything you wanted with him. And I'm inclined to allow it. Provided that I get to watch..." I said softly. "He'd really... You'd really... Anything I wanted with him?" Coach Roberts asked softly. "Yup. Unless you don't want to do anything. In which case I guess, I won't discourage his Grandfather from unenrolling him..." I said. "Please... I don't want to hurt him." Coach Roberts said. "Who said anything about hurting him?" I asked. Just then there was a knock on the Coach's Office door. I pulled my hand back and stepped back. Coach Roberts opened the door and there stood my Nephew Jacob. With his little cap on, green soccer shorts and shirt. "Jacob." Coach Roberts said. "Hi, Coach. Hi, Uncle James." Jacob said, "I was wondering where you went. I came back to the stands and you were gone." "Yeah your Coach was just telling me what a great player you were." I said. Jacob smiled. Coach Roberts guided him into the office. Then peeked his head around outside the door. Then closed and locked it. Jacob walked in and stood beside me. I put my arm around him. "We were just discussing your nickname. I think it suits you quite well kiddo." I said. Jacob blushed and looked up at me. "I didn't, I didn't say anything I swear." Jacob said nervously. "I know kiddo. It's ok. These things happen. Luckily your Coach is what we call a like-minded guy." I said. Coach Roberts walked closer to us and sat on his desk. Jacob watched him. "Your Uncle has cleared up a few concerns I had. As long as you're happy and we keep things just between the three of us. Everything's gonna be just fine. Right?" Coach Roberts said. "Right. It won't go any further. No one else needs to know how Pucker, got his pucker. Your Coach is a great admirer of boy puckers." I said. Jacob moved a little closer to me and hugged me tighter as we stood by the Coach's desk. "Your pucker is special Jacob. Truly special." Coach Roberts said. Jacob smiled. "How about you let your Coach have a close look at it." I said. "Here? Now?" Jacob asked. "It's ok, Jacob. It's just us. Like the day I took the pictures. Will you show me?" Coach Roberts said. Jacob blushed and took off his cap. He laid it on the desk and then pulled off his shirt. Then tugged on his shorts and slowly pulled them down. He stood there in the sexiest little white Jockstrap. Coach Roberts hopped off of his desk and stood beside Jacob. "It's ok. Let me see it, Jacob." Coach Roberts said. Jacob bent over the desk and exposed his bare hairless bottom to his Coach. His hole was puffy and pink. I watched as Coach Roberts put his hand down his shorts and rubbed himself. "It's beautiful, Jacob. You've got the best pucker of any boy on the team. You should be very proud of it." Coach Roberts said. Jacob smiled as he spread his legs a little. Coach Roberts looked at me, took a deep breath and then put his hand on Jacob's bubble butt. "Mmmm." Jacob moaned softly. Coach Roberts very gently rubbed the boy's tiny butt. His fingers roaming over the hairless cheeks. Jacob looked back at him "Your hands are soft." Jacob said. "Not nearly as soft as your perfect little butt. Mmmm." Coach Roberts said moaning. Jacob smiled and wiggled his butt. "Jacob, can I touch your pucker?" Coach Roberts asked. "Of course you can, Coach." Jacob replied. Jacob very happily spread his legs more and presented his tiny butt to his Coach. Coach Roberts ran his fingers between the crack of Jacob's butt cheeks. Gently brushing over the boy's puckered hole. "Mmmmmm." Jacob moaned. Coach Roberts looked up at me and said, "I've never felt a kid like this, in this way. Never touched one so intimately. It's so wrong... But damn it feels amazing." I watched and smiled. "I knew you'd enjoy it. You've found the one boy on your team that will let you do anything. Isn't that right, Jacob?" I said. "MmmHmm. I love, Coach. He takes good care of me." Jacob said. "And you'll take good care of him too won't you?" I said. "MmmmHmmm." Jacob moaned happily. Coach Roberts got on his knees behind Jacob. He grabbed the waistband of the Jockstrap and pulled it. Slowly he pulled it down and off of Jacob. Then he leaned in and kissed Jacob's butt cheeks softly. "I've always imagined what this would be like. But my imagination doesn't even come close to this." Coach Roberts said. Coach Roberts kissed Jacob's butt cheeks again and spread them with his hands. The boy's pucker inviting him to enjoy it. I watched as he stuck out his tongue and licked the puffy pucker. I could tell he was lusting for it badly. Jacob trusted and admired his Coach. He was loving having him licking his little hole. "Mmmmmm, Coach." Jacob moaned softly. Coach Roberts licked and sucked on Jacob's pucker. His tongue lapping at it wildly. I watched the hot young Coach rubbing his cock in his shorts. He was definitely enjoying himself a lot. After several minutes Coach Roberts looked over at me. "Would it be ok, if he, if he sucked me?" Coach Roberts asked. "I'm just observing. You don't need my permission now. If that's what you want, just ask him." I replied. Coach Roberts stood up behind Jacob and looked down at him. "Jacob, will you suck me?" Coach Roberts asked. Jacob stood up and turned around. He grinned as he got on his knees in front of his Coach. Coach Roberts pulled his shorts and Jockstrap down, to reveal his 6" uncut cock. It was throbbing hard and the head was wet with precum. Jacob leaned in, put his hand on the shaft and started licking the head of his Coach's cock. His little tongue licking under the foreskin. He then pulled the foreskin back and took the head into his mouth. "Mmmmmm! Oh my God! Mmmmm!" Coach Roberts said. Jacob took more and more of his Coach's cock into his mouth. He could nearly deep throat it. It was just the right size for him to enjoy fully. I watched as they both enjoyed each other. Jacob happily doing what he did best, for the man he admired the most. "He's so damn good at this. Mmmmm." Coach Roberts said. "Jacob has had years of practice." I said. "Years!? Holy shit! Mmmmm." Coach Roberts said. Jacob continued to suck more and more. Licking and sucking the man's cock. The blonde pubes tickling his nose. I could tell his Coach was loving his hot little mouth on him. Coach Roberts put his hand on Jacob's head and guided him gently. While the boy sucked him deep. Soon he was slowly humping Jacob's mouth. "Mmmmm. Mmmm. I think I'm gonna cum." Coach Roberts moaned. Jacob kept sucking. Even as his Coach removed his hand from his head. Assuming Jacob wouldn't swallow and allowing him to move away if he wanted. "Jacob, I'm gonna cum. Ohhhmmmm." Coach Roberts moaned. Jacob just kept sucking. "Ohhhhhhh!!!! Mmmmmmm!!!" Coach Roberts moaned. Coach Roberts' body shook as he unloaded his cum into Jacob's eager mouth. The boy swallowed every hot drop. He sucked and sucked until the cum stopped flowing. Then he kissed the head of his Coach's cock and looked up at him. "Yummy. Hehe." Jacob giggled. "Oh my God. I can't believe you swallowed it all. Even my girlfriend has ever done that." Coach Roberts said surprised. Jacob smiled, licked his lips and stood up. He hugged his Coach and his Coach put an arm around him to hug him back. "I knew you were talented on the field but how you do that. Mmmmm. Wow, just wow." Coach Roberts said. "Thanks Coach." Jacob said softly. I watched as the two of them embraced. It looked like it had been a long time coming. Then Coach Roberts moved his arm away and Jacob let go of him. Jacob looked over at me and smiled. "You did good kiddo." I said proudly. Jacob walked over to me and hugged me tight. I put my arm around him and rubbed his back. "I suppose this means I have to talk your Grandpa into keeping you on the team." I said. "I certainly hope so." Coach Roberts said. Jacob just smiled and then let go of me. He stood there between his Coach and I. "Like I said earlier. Jacob is one of our best players. The team can't afford to lose him. Whatever it takes to keep him on the team. I'll do it." Coach Roberts said. "You don't have to do anything. Except help us keep Puckers' pucker secret. Oh and maybe get rid of that folder. Not just for us but for you too. You're flirting with danger keeping that around." I said with a smirk. "I'll make sure the folder mysteriously finds its way into a fire when I get home." Coach Roberts said. "Good thinking. Besides, you won't need pictures of his pucker anymore. You have the real thing now. A Coach's dream if you ask me." I said. Coach Roberts looked down at Jacob as he stood there with his shorts around his ankles. Jacob looked up at his Coach. "What's the matter Coach?" Jacob asked softly. Coach Roberts looked down at his young Soccer Player. A boy he cared for and wanted the best for and so much more. "I've thought about your little pucker so much over the last few days, Jacob. Obsessed about it really. I've thought of nothing else." Coach Roberts said, "I want to be inside it so much. But I can't. Not here." "It's ok, Coach." Jacob said softly. "Jacob, maybe Coach Roberts could come to our place sometime. You know, after practice. Maybe on a day he could get free of his girlfriend for awhile..." I said. "I'd like that. I could show him our room and stuff. How about it, Coach? Would you want to come over sometime?" Jacob asked. "I'd love that. I'd really really love that." Coach Roberts replied. "Cool!" Jacob said. With that, the two of them pulled up their shorts and got dressed. Then the Coach Roberts stepped over to me. "Thank you. Thank you both. For not beating my ass in the parking lot. And for not outing me. And for allowing Jacob and I too, you know." Coach Roberts said softly. "It's alright. His Grandfather and I appreciate having a like-minded guy in your position in Jacob's life right now." I said, "We'll look out for you, if you look out for us." Jacob hugged my leg and Coach Roberts knelt down beside him. "I never thought I'd get to say this to a boy. Much less one on my team. But..." Coach Roberts said, "You're intimately special to me, Jacob. Thank you for doing what you did for me today." Jacob smiled. "Jacob is a special kid. The others probably won't be as generous nor willing. So be careful." I said. "Oh I plan to be. I don't plan to approach any of the others. But hopefully Jacob and I can share this again, often." Coach Roberts said. "Of course, Coach." Jacob said. Coach Roberts rustled Jacob's hair and then walked to the office door. He unlocked it and put his hand on the doorknob. Then he looked back at us. "This is our secret right?" Coach Roberts asked. "Our lips are sealed." I replied. Coach Roberts opened the door and lead us back outside. We parted ways as we reached the parking lot. Me and Jacob got in my car. I started the engine and we drove onto the main road. Jacob was sitting in the front passenger seat next to me. I glanced over at him as he put his hand on my thigh. "I love you, Uncle James." Jacob said. "I love you too, Pucker." I said. "Hahaha." Jacob laughed. I put my hand on top of his and we drove. However, just as we were about to turn onto our road; my cell phone rang. I answered it. "Hello." I said. "James. It's Mark." Mark said. "Mark, where are you? I've been trying to get a hold of you for days." I said. "I'm not at the hotel anymore." Mark said. "Yeah I got that. Where are you now?" I asked. "I'm with a friend of Jane's. We've been traveling." Mark replied. Just then I heard an air horn blow over the speaker of the phone. "Traveling? Is that a horn blowing? Where the hell are you?" I asked. "We're on the interstate. We're gonna stop at a rest area just north of the city. I think it's the one by miler marker 356. Do you think you can find it?" Mark asked. "Um, yeah I guess. Why?" I replied. "Just pick up Jacob and bring him to the rest area..." Mark said. Then the phone line went dead. I put my phone down and looked at Jacob. "Looks like your Daddy wants to see you kiddo." I said. "Really? Where is he?" Jacob asked. "He's gonna meet us at a rest area on the interstate." I replied. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. But I turned the car around and headed toward the interstate.