Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 08:06:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Uncle Jake Two

Uncle Jake- Part Two

By Bald Hairy Mam, bldhrymn@aol.com Or bldhrymn@excite.com

This is an adult story about mature men. It is not for children or immature
persons of any age. I have made no effort at safe sex practices. It is a
fantasy. Clyde and Wilbur are characters introduced in Preaching to the
Choir. This is their early history.


Wilbur and I never though we were gay. We weren't interested in girls, but
were weren't interested in boys either. We thought you had to act like
Liberace or sound like Wayne Newton to be gay. Now, I will admit that we
aren't the deepest guys in the world, and not too imaginative. In high
school I had to memorize the meaning of the word introspection for an
increase your word power session. It was a puzzlement.

We thought of ourselves as doers not thinkers. Uncle Jake pointed out that
we actually didn't do much, although we did a lot more things than we ever
thought about things.

"You aren't exactly idiots, but God knows what you are!" He said. He later
apologized, but neither Will nor I knew what he was apologizing about. We
ended up getting along real well.

Uncle Jake was really smart and imaginative. He didn't look smart. He
looked like Muriel Hemingway's dad. I saw his picture on the cover of the
only long book I got through in high school. It was something about a man
and a fish, or boat or sea. It was long and boring, but the author looked
like Jake. Except that Jake was a lot bigger, I think.

Jake had a thousand acres plus. It was wooded and had never been timbered.
Jake was into scientific forestry. He selected and harvested specific trees
for specific purposes, mostly for expensive furniture.  He taught us how to
cut trees down and then cut them up in the right sized pieces.  He had some
big trucks and equipment too. We learned how to use them. We thought that
driving big trucks and fork lift tractors was hot stuff, and even Jake
admitted that we, as he said, "had a gift for it".

It was fun. After a month Jake would tell us to get a particular tree from
a particular place and not to kill anything on the way, and Will or I could
do it. We had a delicate touch with big machinery.

Jake had a delicate touch too.  After the second night and my hard on, I
realized that I liked it.  So did Will. We had played together since we
were ten or eleven, but usually it was a race to see who shot first. Our
mom checked us out once or twice during the night, so we placed a high
premium on speed. Will got caught mid climax once and had to pretend he was
having a cramp.

The third night with him he played with us again. It was even better. We
were more relaxed.  Jake didn't race.  "Boys!" He would say. "Your cock is
attached! It's not going anywhere! Hold your horses." We knew about the
feeling you got when you shot, but didn't know that you could work up to
that point slowly.  Later that week our sunburns felt better and we tried
the steam room again.

The three of us were siting on the marble benches.  Uncle Jake faced us.
"How is it that you have this brand new room?" Will asked. "Every thing
else in this place is so old."

"Well.  Your Aunt Alice was a very frugal woman." Jake explained. "She
didn't spend money on anything. She had an old insurance policy that she
said was to ay burial expenses. When she died, there it was.  I decided to
get myself something, a reward for putting up with her so long.  I added
this shower, and bought the stereo. She didn't like music so I promised
myself to listen every night and make up for lost time."

"Neat." Will said. "You should have bought a new car. Why did you stay with
Aunt Alice for so long.?"

"She got sick, and I couldn't leave her alone. It took fifteen years, but
she finally died. I have friends though. They helped a lot."

"Why's the room so big?" I asked.

"It's for me and my friends.  They stop in once and a while." Jake said.

"Like a heath club?" Will asked.

"You bet. Just like a heath club." Jake said. It was steamy but we could
see that his cock was rising a bit. As I said earlier Will and I aren't
very introspective, but we did guess that the shower had something to do
with sex. In true teenager form our cocks responded.

"Can you help us out?" Will asked. Jake had his eyes closed and when he
opened them, there was Will, flying at half staff.

"Are you on the way up, or coming down?" He asked.

"On the way up!" Will said.  His cock was sticking straight out but the
foreskin still covered most of the head. Jake leaned forward to stroke
Will's meat, but instead of stroking it with his hand he used his
mouth. Will's cock disappeared into Jake's bearded face.  Wilbur moaned and
said, "Shit that's good!"

Jake went down on it several times and poor Wilbur started to shake. "I'm
cumming. Let it go!" Will cried, but Jake didn't.  Will was shooting and
Jake was eating it.  I was shocked, and had never been so excited in my
life.

Finally Jake let will go. He looked at me. I was just sitting there staring
dumbfounded.  "Do you want to try it?" He asked.

"Shit yes!" I said as I got up and walked over to him. Nothing I had ever
experienced before prepared me for the feelings I had when he sucked my
cock for the first time. I have had much experience in the years since that
day, and I can truthfully say that Uncle Jake was a great cock sucker. I
had heard guys talking about blow jobs and seemed to have some vision of a
mechanical process, like a vacuum cleaner, pulling the juice out of you.

Jake's tongue explored every inch of my cock. He licked my head, into the
skin, even into my piss slit. I was in heaven. I held out a little longer
than Will, when I shot, Jake took it. My cock head got unbelievably tender,
but Jake wouldn't let go. It was so good it almost hurt.

He released me and I sat down next to him winded.  "Are you ok, boys?" he
asked.

"Ok ain't the word for it." Will said.

"You remember what I said about do unto others as you would have them do
unto you?" Jake said. I dropped to the floor of the shower, looked at his
cock and licked it. I expected the taste and smell of piss. The pre cum was
sweet and slippery. The fluid affected me. I loved it. It was as if someone
turned on a switch and I immediately turned into a confirmed cock sucker. I
sucked like a madman.

"Go slow Clyde." Jake said. We've got an entire summer ahead of us. Will
joined me and we both licked his cock until he shot his load. He oozed his
load like a lava flow.  It slowly gushed from his slit onto our tongues and
then dripped on our chest and then onto the floor.

We slept well that night. When I woke, Jake was in the other room making
breakfast.  Wilbur looked at me.

"Do you believe how good that was?" he asked. "I thought I was going to
pass out!"

"Same here." I said. "It was great.  Just great."

He looked at me. "Do you think we're fags?"

"Shit Will," I said. "If that what being a fag is I'm ready! I never
thought I could ever take a cock in my mouth. I didn't guess it would be so
exciting that you wouldn't give a damn. Were you that excited?"

"I think we're real twins.  We feel the same things. I couldn't believe
it. I wanted to suck his cock. I could have spent hours on it, if he'd let
me." Jake called us for breakfast.

"I bet Wilbur," I said, "If you are really good, you will get your wish!"We
went to breakfast.

We were so consumed with out sexual discoveries.  We didn't notice that
Jake was steadily increasing our work load. He learned our capabilities and
pushed us to do more. Will and I didn't know we had capabilities, but we
weren't paying any attention to it any way. We liked the sex.

Someday I will write a book about using a steady diet of gay sex as a means
of inspiring know -it- all- kids to reach their potential. When people talk
about experimental education, they don't know the experiments I would like
to play. Clyde and Wilbur's Christian Academy for Gay Teens.  My school
would have no problem attracting qualified teachers at least. And no
problem attracting students.

Cool nights were beginning to give way too warm nights and hot days. We
wore fewer and fewer cloths as the temperature rose. We wore shirts when
lumbering, but it was shorts and nothing else the rest of the time. The sun
tanned us, heavy labor and Jake's cooking built and toned us up. Our dirty
blond hair bleached, and while we weren't exactly beach bunnies, we looked
a lot better than we had before.

One day Uncle Jake had a visitor.

"Boys, I'd like to introduce you to Herb Jones, a school teacher from the
next county. " Jake said. We said hello. Herb was a middle-aged man of
middle height wearing a poorly fitted and badly wrinkled suit.

"What do you teach?" Will asked.

"Biology and I'm the wrestling coach." Herb said. "The curse of small
schools. The coach broke his leg and I substituted for him."

"What Herb hasn't told you, is that he wins."Jake added. "Almost got to be
the state champion last year."

"I also am the school news paper advisor." He said. "Jake tells me that you
boys have a .  .  . mixed school record."

"I'm afraid, Mr. Jones, that if our record was mixed, we would be in much
better shape than we are." I said.

"Straight C's and D's garnished with an F from time to time." Wilbur added.

"Are you stupid or ass holes?" he asked. We could see why he was Uncle
Jake's friend.  He was as frank and direct as Jake was.

"Well, the general consensus is. . ."I said.

"That we are stupid ass holes!" Wilbur finished my sentence.

"Well if the first step in becoming educated is to know yourself, you boys
are well along the way!" Herb said. Everyone laughed. "Sometimes doing
something really stupid is what you need to see the real world. A wake up
call. You're from Richmond, aren't you? You must be really board in the
mountains?"

"Uncle Jake keeps us really busy." I said. I noticed that Herb and my uncle
exchanged an odd glance. "How long have you been friends?" I asked.

"Must be ten years at least." Jake said. "We're going off to the pond for a
swim, do you want to join us boys?"

"We may just stay here.  It's been along day." Will said.

"Come along!" Herb said, "It's a hot day." There was something in his voice
that made me think that cooling off is not what Herb had in mind. We stayed
home any way. They returned in about an hour. Jake was naked, carrying his
clothes.  Herb was in a jock strap.  Herb looked a lot better naked than he
did in his suit. He was stocky but muscular, with an even layer of brown
hair on his chest.

"We're off to the showers before Herb has to get home." Uncle Jake said.

"You can join us if you want." Herb added.  I glanced at Jake and he
nodded. We all went to the shower. Herb has a short stubby cock with bull
balls hanging low below. I didn't know enough about cocks them to be able
to judge how big it would be erect, so I had no expectations.  Herb gave us
a good looking over in the shower and we did the wash-my- back-for-me
routine. Touching a naked guy was exciting for me then and I began to get
hard.

I was embarrassed, but didn't need to be. Jake's cock rose some, and Herb's
rose a lot. I have since realized that men get excited by other guys'
erections. It's hard to stiffen up a bit at the Y or health club and not
leave the showers with out a date.  Then Uncle Jake turned on the steam.

We all sat on the benches. Jake had his arm around Herb. "Herb is an old
playmate of mine." Jake said. "Does that bother you?"  "Why would it?"
Wilbur asked. Will looked genuinely puzzled.

"If you don't know. I'm not going to tell you!" Jake said smiling.

"Can we play too?" I asked.

"I guess you can." Jake said. "The boys are new to this, Herb. More
interests than skill so far."

"Maybe they need some practice." Herb said. He was trying to sound cool,
but I knew he was anything but cool.

"Herb is a leaker. More stuff drips from his cock in ten minutes that most
men have in a month. Clyde, you come her and help him out." Jake
said. "Will, you sit by me." It struck me that Jake could tell the two of
us apart. He was the only one other than our mother.

I came over, grabbed Herb's cock and discovers it was slippery with
precut. I intended to be cool, but acted like a crazy man again, licking
and sucking. Herb's cock had looked small before, but turned out to be
quite a mouthful.

"Slow down Clyde!" Herb instructed me. "There is a lot of juice in there.
Believe me.  It's not going to run out." He firmly took my head and made me
slow down. His cock oozed or squirted something in response to every
movement I made.  Once and a while he would force my head back so that his
cock was just out of reach. He would squeeze a big drop of juice out the
slit and slowly get closer, so that only my tongue could touch the glob. It
drove me crazy.

It was after one of these teases that Herb shot off. He held me back and
squirted glob after blob of cum into my mouth.  When he finished, he let me
suck him again. I was one happy camper.

"I hate to cum and run, boys." Herb said. "But I am expected at home,
shortly." We all broke off our contact. Showered and he got on his way.

"That was fun." I said.

"He's a really good guy." Jake said. "He's been great in the school, and
even better in the shower!" Jake went to make dinner and we sat on the
porch.

"Boy, Clyde!" Will said. "You were really getting into it!"

"I don't know if you can only sort of suck cock. If you're going to do it,
you'd better do it." I said.

"Well you did it! Hot!"

"What were you and Jake doing?"

"Just messing around. Feeling each other out." Will said. He then
whispered, "He fingered my ass hole."

"What was that like?"

"Not what you would think. Not at all." Wilbur said.

Uncle Jake joined us. "You are quite the cum junkie Clyde!"

"Is that bad?" I sounded a bit worried.

"Not at all!" he said laughing. "As a mater of fact, it may be positively
good. It's one way to win friends and influence people."

"Are all your friends like Herb?" Wilbur asked. "How many friends do you
have?"

"Let's say we all have the same interest." Jake said. "Do you mind if they
drop in once and a while?"

"What do you think?" I laughed. "Can we get to play with them?"

"I don't think there is any problem with that. You're interested?" Jake
asked.

"Interested ain't the word for it." Wilbur and I said simultaneously.