Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2014 08:43:48 -0400
From: Lytle Peters <lytle.peters@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle Jake, Part I

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*****

I heard the engine before I saw the car coming down the street or pulling
into our driveway. I know the sound of that '71 Z Car. I was a little
confused at first because usually I only hear that car around Christmas
time when Uncle Jake, my mom's brother, comes to visit. But it was June,
school was out, and I was stretched out in our family room floor trying to
read one of the Hardy Boys mysteries my dad gave me. Dad said he didn't
want me just laying around the house all summer waiting for 5th grade to
start.

So Uncle Jake comes popping out of the Z. He's really cool. He's a LOT
younger than my mom, and he was like only 10 years old when I was born. So
he's my uncle, but he seems more like a big brother. He's got really long
brown hair and a beard now. He never had that before. He looks like a rock
star, like Duane Allman or Clapton. Really skinny. And he's wearing cutoffs
and a t-shirt and flip flops.

I love the summer. I get up in the morning and pull on a pair of baggy gym
shorts, nothing else, and I'm good for the day. So when I ran out to see
Jake, I forgot I was barefoot, and the driveway gravel really hurt. By the
end of the summer, my feet would be tough from being bare for three months,
but not now. So I was kinda saying "Jake -- ooch -- ouch -- oooch" as I
tried to run to him. Finally I just stopped, and he came over and lifted me
into a hug.

"Hey, big guy," he said.

"Nobody's home," I said, as he set me back on my feet.

He gave me a funny look and said, "Looks to me like YOU are."

"Well, yeah," I giggled, realizing how dumb that comment was.

He lifted my chin to get a better look at me, turned my head to a profile,
and declared, "God, you get more handsome every time I see you, JB. I swear
you've grown a bunch since Christmas."

That made me blush. But I liked it. I liked it especially because my buddy
Trip was a little taller and a little heavier even though we were the same
age. We were in the same 4th grade class last year, and we hoped we'd be
together in the 5th.

"How come you're here?" I asked.

Jake made a sad face and said, "What kind of a welcome is that?"

"I meant -- I mean..."

"It's OK. Don't worry about it. I'm here because I was in Reidsboro and I
figured I would stop to see my favorite nephew."

I grinned. "But I'm your only nephew."

"And therefore my favorite."

He went to the back of the car and popped the lid, pulled out a duffel bag,
closed the lid, and walked back to me.

"Cool," I said. "You're staying with us?"

"At least one night, and then we'll see."

We started walking back to the house, and I was walking like a
tenderfoot. Jake suddenly scooped me up and carried me under one arm like
another duffel bag.

*****

Inside, after we'd had a Pepsi and some chips, Jake said, "Man, I'm sticky
from that long drive. Mind if I take a shower?"

"Course not." I led the way to my room and its bath, and I stopped at the
linen closet and pulled out a fresh towel for him. As he disappeared into
my bath, leaving the door open, I stretched out on my bed. I listened as
Jake peed big time, flushed, and then started the shower, sliding the glass
door shut. We talked about the Braves and Dodgers series that had just
ended and about the Hardy boys (which he said he'd read when he was my
age). The water shut off, and the door slid again. Then I heard the towel
rustling. Then Jake appeared in the open doorway, sideways to me as he hung
his damp towel on the rack by the door. Holy shit! His pecker was huge
sticking out from his body maybe five inches. It was circumcised like mine
with a mushroom head. Only Jake had brown hair above it. He seemed to be
fiddling a long time with the towel on the rack, like he was trying to
straighten it perfectly. He stepped out of view and did something to the
shower door, then came back and messed with the towel again. I swear his
pecker was sticking out more this time.

"I -- I see you," I said in a little singsong voice.

"I see you too," he said, turning more toward me so that now I could see
his balls as well. They were tight against his body almost like mine, only
they seemed to have a little hair on them.

"But you're -- you don't have any clothes on."

He laughed and said, "So? We're both boys here, right?"

I giggled and said, "Well, yeah..."

"So don't we look just alike down here?" he said, running his fingers from
his mushroom head and down the shaft. His big pecker twitched.

"Well, kinda, I guess. I mean..."

"So don't worry about it."

I wasn't worried. I was staring at his pecker like I was under some kind of
spell. Again he ran his fingers along its shaft and it twitched. I felt
mine stiffen inside my gym shorts, all two inches of it.

Jake stepped into my room and started fumbling in his bag for clean
clothes, but it seemed to take him a long time to pick them out. Meantime,
I was mesmerized by his naked body. His pecker was definitely half hard. It
bounced as he moved around. Then all of a sudden, he said, "Move over," and
I did just in time for Jake to flop down on the bed beside me. "This feels
great," he said. "Wish I could be free like this always."

"You mean like a nudist?"

"Yeah, wouldn't that be cool? At least it's fun to sleep nude, you know?"

"It is?"

"Sure. We'll try it tonight."

"We will?" I was ashamed of Jake seeing how little my pecker was.

"Yep," he said confidently. Then he stood up beside the bed and pulled on
red sport shorts with the university logo on them and then a clean t-shirt.

"Anything else to eat in the house?" he asked, "besides you?"

He was on me before I realized what he was doing, latching his lips onto my
belly and blowing to make a big farting noise while his fingers were at my
ribs tickling me. I was in hysterics immediately. I was so ticklish, and he
knew it. Again he was blowing to make the farting noise, this time in my
belly button and his fingers had found my arm pits. I was thrashing around
on the bed instantly, begging "Stop stop stop," but he just kept tickling
up and down my sides and then he was blowing inside my thigh to make the
farting noise. I could hardly breathe. "Stop it, stop, stop it," I begged
but he kept tickling me until I was screaming like a little girl. Finally,
he stopped, and I lay there panting.

Jake pressed my gym shorts tight against me and said, "Look, JB. Your
little cock is hard."

I blushed about 20 shades of deep red and rolled over on my stomach. Jake
smacked my bottom. "Stop it," I said. So of course he smacked me again. I
have to admit I didn't mind it.

**********

We were stretched out on my bed watching an old Western with lots of horses
and bank robbers and whiskey in the saloon and the marshall and his
sidekick riding off into the sunset at The End. My parents had already gone
to bed at 10 o'clock.

Jake went into the bathroom to pee and then came back into my room
adjusting his pecker inside his boxers. It was my turn to pee before bed.

When I came back into the room, Jake was stretched out on his side of the
bed completely naked. He saw me do a doubletake and said, "You don't mind
if I sleep in my birthday suit, do you?"

"N--No, of course not," I said, not sure if that meant I should do the
same.

He saw my hesitation and pointed to my pillow where a t-shirt lay. It was
one of Jake's, a big one. "You can wear this to sleep in if you'd rather,"
he said as he lifted it and tossed it to me. I caught it. Then I turned
with my butt toward Jake, slipped off my gym shorts, and quickly pulled the
t-shirt over my head. It hung practically to my knees. I crawled up in bed
and stretched out on my back beside Jake. He reached and turned off the
bedside lamp. The room went black. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust
and to realize the glow from the streetlight made enough light in the room
so that I could make out shapes.

We settled in and were quiet for a couple of minutes.

Then Jake whispered, "JB, you wanna play a big boy game?"

"Sure," I said, not sure why we were whispering.

"OK, but it has to be a total secret just between you and me. A total
secret or we can't play it. Not even Trip can hear about it. Got it?"

"Sure. OK. What's the game?"

"Swear it."

"I swear it's our secret. What's the game?"

"Let's pretend we're cowboys sleeping out under the stars by the campfire,
like in the movie."

"OK."

"Only we're worried about robbers seeing our fire and trying to jump us and
shoot us and take our horses."

"OK."

"So we have to take turns sleeping and guarding against robbers."

"OK, cool."

"Cool. So I'll take the first shift of guarding while you sleep, and then
when it's my turn to sleep, I'll wake you up and you can guard while I
sleep. OK?"

"OK," I whispered and settled my head deeper into my pillow. I closed my
eyes and thought about sleeping by a fire and how much fun that would be,
at least until you rolled over into the fire and set your blanket on
fire. And then how would you put out the fire if you were wrapped in the
blanket? And wouldn't your horses be scared by your screams and break their
ties and run away? I was pretty far into this gruesome line of thought when
I felt something against my leg right where the t-shirt stopped. I thought
I was on my side of the bed, but I scooched over an inch or two to give
Jake more room. After a minute or so, I felt the same pressure on my leg in
the same spot. It felt like Jake's fingertips barely touching my leg. At
first my instinct was to hold my breath, but then I remembered that I was
supposed to be sleeping, so I deliberately started breathing the way I
thought I must sound when asleep. His fingertips were definitely brushing
the outside of my leg very very lightly up to the hem of the shirt. Then
they pulled away. I concentrated on my "sleeping."

A minute or so later, they came back, only this time they were
ever-so-lightly brushing the top of my leg and moving up to the hem of the
shirt. Then I felt the hem of the t-shirt lift and Jake's fingertips were
on top of my thigh. They slowly crept higher, lightly brushing my silky
skin inside my thigh and creeping toward my balls. My pecker was hard as a
rock instantly! It was all I could do to breathe regularly and keep up my
"sleeping." He extended one finger and touched my ballsack, then brushed
back and forth across it with the back of the finger. Instinctively, I
spread my legs slightly. Then I felt the shirt lift more, and Jake was
sliding a finger along my two-inch pecker, from the base up to my little
mushroom head. The finger brushed across that super sensitive spot just
below the head and once it found it, brushed across it over and over and
over. My pecker had never been so hard.

Then I felt the t-shirt being lifted and pushed up on my belly so that I
was completely exposed down below. Jake's fingers began to touch and gently
squeeze my pecker; then he'd stroke my balls; then he'd ever-so-lightly
brush the insides of my thighs before working back up to my pecker. Then he
put my pecker between his thumb and two fingers and he started moving my
skin up and down, up and down, up and down. It felt amazing. Just when I
was thinking 'he can do this all night,' he stopped and pulled my t-shirt
back down.

Then he whispered after a minute or so, "OK, JB. Wake up. It's your turn to
sit guard while I sleep."

I acted as though I was waking up and whispered, "OK."

*****

I was still stretched out beside Jake but up on one elbow, facing him. The
window glowed behind him so I could make out the shape of his body. He was
lying on his back, head back on the pillow now, and settling in for his
turn at sleeping.

Was he expecting me to touch him the way he just touched me? I mean, he
said we were both boys, but he didn't look like me and Trip. He had hair on
his face and in his armpits and above his cock and on his balls and on his
legs. He looked more like a man to me. On the other hand, it seemed like
playing with peckers was part of this game. And I definitely was interested
in feeling his big one.

But maybe the game was just for the older boy to play with the younger boy?
I didn't want to make him mad. But then again he'd been showing off his
pecker all day for me, hadn't he?

I stretched my right arm out some and lay my hand between us in the
direction of his hip. I just let it lay on the cool sheet with my fingers
extended. Then I let my fingers move ever so slightly toward Jake, like
robbers sneaking up on two unsuspecting cowboys. After they'd crept about
an inch, they froze again. Waiting. For what? Courage? I lifted my fingers
from the sheet and moved my hand still closer. I settled them again on the
sheet when I realized how much they were trembling. You are such a wuss, I
told myself. If you want to feel it, just do it. I said this to myself but
I noticed my hand didn't move. You're only making this worse, I thought. I
raised my fingers again, and just as I did, Jake rolled onto his side
toward me, and I realized my fingertips were touching hair. It was soft but
not like hair on top of your head. I brushed my fingertips over it, unsure
what I was feeling. Then in a moment of courage, I moved my fingers up. I
was still feeling hair but very thin, so I moved my fingers left and they
found flesh. The hair was gone now, and my fingers kept going along this
flesh for a long way until they came to a ridge. I felt around it and
realized it was Jake's cock head. I had just traced up the shaft of his
hard cock. I made a C with my thumb and fingers and started back down. It
was really big, like as big across as mine was long. I slowly ran my
fingers all the way down it, and I felt it twitch as I got near the
base. It had a big vein running along it that I could feel. At the base I
found the hair again and let my fingertips play in it. Searching a little
deeper, I realized I was touching his balls, so I ran the back of my index
finger over them. They were tight against his body but still felt huge to
me, like walnut size. I went back up to the base of his cock with the back
of my index finger and traced it lightly all the way up and across that
spot below the head that Jake had stroked so much on mine. I brushed across
that spot on him about a dozen times, and I felt his cockhead flare out
even more. This thing was huge. I wondered if I could wrap my hand around
it with my fingers closed. I brushed over that sensitive spot about another
twelve times and then made the C with my hand and ran my fingers again all
the way down his shaft slowly. Jake let out a little sigh even though he
was 'sleeping.' I think that meant what I was doing felt good, so I went
over his balls again, same as before, and then traced one fingertip up
along the big shaft again until I found that special spot. I tickled it
over and over and over with my fingertip until Jake let out another
sigh. Then I made an O with my thumb and middle finger and slipped it over
the head of his big cock and then moved the O up and down across just the
helmet and still sliding across that special spot. Then I slowly slid the O
down toward the base but the cock was too fat in the middle for me to keep
my finger and thumb closed. When I got to the base, Jake sighed again. Then
he suddenly rolled away from me onto his belly, leaving my hand suspended
in space.

At first I thought I'd hurt him, but then I figured it must be my turn to
'sleep' again. I really liked feeling Jake's huge hard cock, but the idea
of getting played with again was also really hot. So after a minute or so,
I reached over and shook Jake and whispered, "Your turn to keep watch."

He acted as though he was waking up and whispered, "OK. You sleep for a
while."

*****

This time I settled back into my pillow, spread my legs some, and waited.
And I didn't have to wait long before I felt fingertips along my left inner
thigh, tracing along some of the silkiest skin on my body. But this time
they were so far down inside my thigh that Jake almost was touching my
butthole when he got close to my ball sack. He brushed over that spot
between my balls and my hole, and it felt really really good. Then he
stroked my tight ballsack and then lightly stroked around my hard boycock
across my belly, up to my belly button, and down the other side, passing my
twitching boycock, back to my balls, and then back to the spot below
them. I thought my pecker was going to take off like a rocket it was so
hard and wanted Jake's touch so bad. Instead, he brushed ever so lightly
down the inside of my right thigh and then back up the inside of my left
thigh. Finally, his fingertips went to my cock and traced up the shaft to
the head and tickled that super sensitive spot at the head over and over
and over and over. I heard myself sigh even though I was 'sleeping.'

Then the bed moved as Jake was repositioning himself. All of a sudden my
cock was wrapped in something hot but still being stroked but not by
fingers. I felt hair on my left thigh. I raised my head and peeked just
enough to be able to make out Jake's head was bent over me, and I realized
he had my hard boycock in his mouth. It was his tongue that was swirling
around and around my cock head. Then he started sucking on it, and I
thought I would see stars. Nobody had ever done anything like that to me. I
don't know how long he sucked on it with his tongue still going around it
like a Tootsie roll pop. Then he opened his mouth more and took both my
cock and my balls in. His tongue was working across both my cock shaft and
my balls. Then he went back to just my cock and started bobbing up and down
on it so that it was going in and out of his lips, and when it was in his
mouth, his tongue would flick across it. I heard myself whispering "oh"
"oh" "oh" every time my cock went into his mouth. I couldn't help it, it
felt so good. He bobbed up and down on me for a long long time. He could
have done it all night as far as I was concerned, but I guess eventually he
got tired and pulled off, kissed my cock head, and moved back to his side
of the bed. After a minute or two, he shook me and whispered, "Your turn to
stand guard for me."

I 'woke up' and whispered, "OK."

When I propped myself up for guard duty, Jake was settling back into his
pillow, but he whispered, "It's getting pretty hot here by this campfire,
don't you think? Why don't you take off that shirt?"

"Yeah, OK," I whispered back. I pulled it over my head and off in one
motion, and I was as naked as Jake.

*****

My fingers found his big cock easily, and I settled down to play again with
its hot hardness. I was happy to do that but not so happy at the thought of
putting it in my mouth the way Jake had done mine. For one thing it was
where he peed. For another, it was so huge I thought I would gag and choke.
And I really just wanted to feel it and play with it as I'd already done.
So my fingers went to the base of it and I played with his hair down there,
then started lightly touching it at the base and slowly sliding up to the
fat head. When I found the head, again I made the O with my thumb and
middle finger and started working just the head in and out of the O, making
sure I rubbed across his super sensitive spot. I did this for a long time
until I could feel Jake kinda pushing his cock up through the O of my
fingers so that I was doing it to more of his cock. That was really hot to
feel him pushing into and out of my hand. We did it for I guess a few
minutes, and then I wrapped my whole hand around his cock and he pushed
into me even more. But again, just when I was thinking we could do this for
a long time, Jake suddenly turned over, forcing me to let go of him.

After a couple of minutes of silence, he rolled back over, raised up, and
said, "Your turn to sleep for a while. I'll keep watch."

"Oh -- OK," I whispered.

Then I thought of something funny I could do, and I rolled onto my
stomach. Jake would be feeling for my cock and find my buns instead! Ha ha
ha.

*****

It wasn't long before I felt Jake's fingers tracing up the inside of my
right thigh. I almost giggled when I thought of how he was expecting to
find my pecker and he was going to find my butt instead. Sure enough, he
was soon at the top of my thigh and stroking that spot between my balls and
my butt. It felt really good. I was finding all kinds of new spots to touch
to make myself feel good. I was certainly going to have a lot to show Trip
during our next sleepover. Jake's fingers moved up and found my buns, but
instead of stopping when they discovered no boycock, they lightly played
across my butt, pausing at the top of my crack. Then one finger lightly
traced down my crack and I thought I would see stars again. Then the finger
lightly traced its way back up my crack. Then it went down again. Then it
went up again. I couldn't believe how great that felt. I mean, it was kinda
nasty but that kinda made it even more exciting. After the finger traced my
crack at least a dozen times, it pushed into my crack at the bottom and
slowly made its way up to the top. Then it went down again, even deeper
into my crack so that it actually brushed across my butthole. I thought my
pecker would explode. The finger went down and stroked my ballsack from
behind but then came right back up and across my hole again. I couldn't
help letting out a little sigh. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I
thought I was playing a joke on Jake and instead he just found a new way to
make me go crazy. His finger just stayed at my hole now and was circling it
round and round and round, and then he kinda stuck his finger into my
little pucker and wiggled it around. Again I sighed.

I felt the bed shake as Jake repositioned himself somehow. Then all of a
sudden I felt something hot and wet in my crack. It was starting at the top
and brushing its way down. Oh my God, I realized, Jake is licking my butt
crack! How gross!! But how incredible it felt! His tongue licked down and
up its length and then it pushed in deeper and did the same thing. And when
it got to where my hole was, it pushed really deep and tickled my hole. I'd
never felt anything so good. I let out a gasp. Then I felt Jake's hands on
my buns; he pulled them apart to open me to him and his tongue plunged into
my hole working around and around it. Soon I could feel the slobber running
down between my legs to my balls. Then the tip of his tongue found my
pucker and he started pushing it in. After a minute of this, I felt my
pucker relax and Jake's tongue went up inside me! I buried my face in the
pillow and groaned. Jake's tongue started slipping in deeper, then pulled
back, then in deeper, then pulled back, then in deeper, over and over and
over and over and over. I felt myself raise up and push back against him to
help him go deeper. There was no more pretending to be asleep at this
point! Then Jake reached around and grabbed my boycock and started stroking
it in time with his tongue going in and out of my hole. I groaned into the
pillow and raised up more to give him complete access. His tongue was
darting in and out of my wet hole. My cock felt like it was going to leap
off my body. And then just when I thought he couldn't do more, his tongue
went deeper into me. I pushed back against his face and moaned into the
pillow. He kept up the rhythm of stroking my hard boycock as his tongue
probed my hole. I kept my face buried in the pillow so that I could make
all the noise I wanted.

Then his tongue stopped its motion and it slipped out of my pucker. Jake's
hands came around to hold me at the hips, keeping me in the same
position. Then I felt his hand rubbing up and down my butt crack. But
wait. No, his hands were holding my hips. Then I realized Jake was sliding
his hard cock up and down my crack. What I was feeling was his big shaft
sliding up and down inside my crack and across my butthole. And he was
kinda pushing my butt cheeks together with his thumbs around his cock so
that it was sliding up and down with my butt holding it. It was really
really hot. Then he kinda pulled back and pushed the head of his cock
against my pucker, and it felt really hot and juicy. I was wondering if he
was gonna try to stick it up inside me, which scared me because I was
thinking I would split in two, but then again it felt soooo good. But then
he went back to sliding it between and inside my butt cheeks, holding my
hips but pinching my cheeks with his thumbs. And he was thrusting really
hard and fast. And then I felt like hot pee or something up my crack and
across my back and Jake was whispering really loud "OH God OH God JB Yes,"
and then he pulled back and put some of the hot pee or whatever in my
butthole, pushing it into my hole. Then he went back to sliding his cock up
and down my crack which was now all covered in something. Then he pulled
away and I realized he was licking my crack again, licking the pee or
whatever, licking deep in my crack and moaning while he was licking.

Then when he had totally eaten my crack out, he started licking up my back,
cleaning me. It made me think of a mother cat cleaning her kittens. "What
is it, Jake?" I whispered.

"It's man milk. It's what shoots out of your cock when you get really
really excited. You'll make it in a few years, and I want to be the first
one to taste it when you do."

"Uh -- OK," I whispered, unable to really understand or imagine myself
looking like Jake.

"Turn over, JB," he whispered. "I'm gonna suck your beautiful boy cock
more." He was still between my legs as I turned on my back again. "Do you
like it when Jake sucks your cock?"

"Yes," I whispered immediately.

"Say it. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Ss--Suck my boy cock, Jake."

"Yeah, baby, that's what I'm gonna do," he whispered and took it into his
mouth, his tongue swirling round and round and round it like a lollipop.

"Suck it, Jake," I whispered, because he seemed to like it when I said it.

He started to bob up and down on it again so my cock slid in and out of his
hot wet lips, and then I felt his finger playing with my butthole again
while he sucked me. My hole was still wet from all the slurping and the man
milk, so he was able to slide the finger up inside me. And he kept bobbing
up and down on my boycock. And the finger went deeper into me and started
making little circles. I heard myself whispering "oh Jake, oh Jake, oh
Jake" and his finger went even deeper up inside me. Then it touched a spot
up inside me that made me go crazy. I'd never felt like this before. I
pulled half the pillow over my face and yelled into it. He was playing with
that spot deep up inside me and bobbing up and down on my little cock. It
started to feel like I was going to pee in his mouth but I didn't care. I
just wanted him to keep touching me and sucking me. And he did. Jake was
like a machine riding up and down my cock and making me push back against
his finger. I was gonna pee. But I just let it go. My cock felt like it was
exploding inside Jake's mouth and still he kept his mouth riding up and
down it, up and down it. And I screamed into the pillow.

Jake finally slowed down his bobbing and then just held my cock in his
mouth. His finger pulled out until it was just inside my pucker. We just
lay there for a few minutes as I tried to catch my breath. I was breathing
like I'd been running. He let my cock slip out from his lips, and he
started kissing my balls, my thighs, and then my cock. But the tip was too
sensitive for him to touch.

"You're the hottest boy ever," Jake finally whispered. "I could eat you all
night."

"Wow," I whispered, outside the pillow now.

"I'm not sure which is tastier, your ass or your cock. I may have to taste
them both again to decide."

I giggled. I still couldn't believe how he'd licked my butt and put his
tongue up in there. But I knew it felt amazing. And I was hoping Jake would
stay with us at least two nights.

*****

Sometime late into the morning hours I fell asleep on my right side, with
Jake snuggled into my back, his huge hard cock held between my thighs so
that it nuzzled under my balls. I could reach down and feel my own cock and
balls and then the head of Jake's cock sticking through. I was still
playing with that head as I drifted off to dreamland.

*****

End of Part I. If you liked this story, there's another one called Home
from College that features Jake a couple of years younger. If you think
this one should continue, you can send comments to lytle.peters@gmail.com