Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 19:53:21 -0500 (EST)
From: cubnblue@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Wade and Me  Chapter 13

T.W. Warren cubnblue@aol.com

This story involves sex between four males; including a father and son.
If this type of story offends you or you are under the age of consent, or
If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, please
select another story to read.

Lastly, while some of this series is true, some parts are fictionalized
mainly because I couldn't remember every detail and obviously conversations
that went on when I was not around I write what I imagined was said or
happened. The names of people and places have been changed to protect those
involved.

I've had a lot of request recently to update the series.  Everyone wants to
know what happened after the end of the last chapter.  This is an attempt
to do that, and maybe go a little further.  If you like it and want more,
please let me know.


I kind of left off when we, Wade, Bill, Brian and I had decided to make a
go as a foursome.  Life with the guys was great, we were best of buddies,
and had some extra benefits.  Over the years we each became somewhat
independent of each other and still somehow maintained ourselves as a
family.  As with any relationship, sex wanes, and ours was no exception, at
least between each other.  We always allowed each other to have outside
"activities".

We had settled into our lives pretty well when I received permission to
attend some training from Home Land Security being hosted by a PD in
Virginia.  Because the chief was trying to save some money, he asked
another local town's chief if he was sending anyone, and if so would he
like to split the bill for the trip.  I had been hoping for a little alone
time in a different city and maybe a little strange (its so hard to find it
in a town the size of ours) but that was not meant to be.  A Sgt from the
other department and I would be riding up together and sharing a room.

They day came and I drove to the station to be picked up by the other
officer as we were taking his squad car.  I stood in Brian's office
complaining and saying that I wished it had been him going, it might be fun
to remember the old academy days together, and that I didn't want to get
stuck in a car with some backwoods redneck, when Brian cleared his throat
and stated "Wayne, I think your ride is here."  I turned around and right
behind me was indeed my trip mate.  He stood about 6' 4" and probably
weighed in at 250. He had dark hair trimmed tight on the side but not short
enough on top to deem it high and tight.  He had nice trimmed mustache that
came a little lower past the corners of his lips then it probably should
have.  I stood in astonishment at the specimen before me.  He held out his
hand and said "I guess I'm the backwoods redneck, but you can just call me
J.C.".  I apologized, but he shook his head and said not to worry about it.
I said that I guess we should get on the road, and he agreed.

Before I went out the door, Brian stopped me and said "Warren... I expect
you to take good notes and be able to fill me in on everything when you get
back".  It wasn't hard to see the grin on his face as he winked at me.  I
smiled and comically snapped to attention, saluted and said "Sir, yes Sir!"

As we drove up we talked about a lot of things, and I tried hard to avoid
topics that would illicit questions about girlfriends or wives, at least
for my side of them.  I could tell he was married; at least he wore a
wedding band.  He did have a son, I found out, who was about to enter
junior high.

We compared our academy days and told "war" stories along the way making
the 6 hour drive fly by.  J.C. was a great guy, but I could tell he was
preoccupied.  I offered that when we got to the hotel we should find a
local pub and chill out before we had to sit through this training
tomorrow.  He half laughed and stated that he would enjoy that, and needed
it more, ending his statement with "whew, you just don't know!"

My interest piqued at his exasperation so I inquired further, "What's going
on with you that has you so stressed out?"  "Just life... shit",
J.C. responded.  I laughed a little and said "Buddy, were going to be
partners for the next few days, feel free to drop that load off on me."
J.C.'s head whipped to look at me and said "what?"  "I have a pretty good
ear buddy, if you want to vent, fire away" I said.  He shook his head and
said "I just got a lot of stuff on my mind" J.C. paused for a second and
then said "partner; you don't want to hear all my troubles."  "Well, the
offer stands pal, I'll listen and only give advice if you want my opinion."

We were nearing the hotel, and the topic turned to looking for a bar.
There was one not far from the hotel that appeared lively called Rosie's
Place and almost next to the hotel was a state owned package store.  We
stopped at the hotel and went to check in.  The clerk was small guy
probably in his early twenties, he had a small piercing in his eyebrow and
blond spike in what was naturally brown hair.  His name tag said his name
was Barton.  J.C. approached him and before he could say anything Barton
piped up "Afternoon Gentleman, how can I help both of you" with a subtle
but detectable excitement.  J.C. explained that we had reservations, Barton
found them and said "Oh my god, gentleman, I am so sorry but the room you
reserved was damaged because of a water pipe leak in the room above it, the
only room I have available is a King, If you don't want it I can call
around and see if anyone else has availability for your stay, but it will
be a little tough because there is a trade show at the convention center
this week." I looked at J.C. for a response, since I had no problems with
it, even though I knew I would have to be a good boy.  J.C. said "Well
don't try too hard but if you could check a couple of other nearby hotels
that would be great, unless you have a problem with it Wayne?"  "no problem
here bud, its just a place to crash.

Barton smiled and said "It will be a few minutes, if you want to take a
seat in the hotel bar, I will come and get you when I find something out."
"Sounds good to me" I said.  J.C. looked at Barton and said "thanks for
your help son".  Yes some dirty images went through my imagination, but I
quickly came back when J.C. patted me on the shoulder and said "I got the
first round partner, what's your poison?" as we walked into the bar.
"Bourbon and diet "I said.  "Diet?" J.C. queried. "I am trying to lose a
few pounds and sugar is my enemy" I answered.  "What the hell" he said as
he turned to the bartender "Two Beams and diet ". He turned back to me
"I'll try anything once and hell, I could stand to lose a few myself."

We sat at the bar talking about this training class and stated "I really
hope this isnt just some informational class and they actually give us some
good stuff for me to take back to my guys", knowing that I was going to be
the new training officer soon.  J.C. countered "I hope so to, but for the
life of me I can't understand why the LT picked me."  "it's not like I am a
field training officer or anything" J.C. continued, "I mean you I
understand.  Lt. Garrett says you're an adjunct instructor at the state
academy."  I laughed and said "yeah, I teach a couple of classes there when
they have scheduling conflicts with their normal instructor, but that's not
a big deal, really."

J.C. was just about to take the last swallow of his first drink and
signaling to the bartender for another when Barton came up to us.  He
stopped a few feet from us , cleared his throat and said "Excuse me sirs,
but I was able to find a room for you with two queens in it." Trying hard
not to laugh I asked where it was. "It's on the other side of town, and
about 10 miles from here.  It's an Economy lodge. "He said with a little
trepidation.  "But?" I asked.  "But it really is a crappy hotel sir, not
trying to make you stay here, cause we could rent your room with no problem
this week, but I really don't think you will be comfortable there, they
have none of the amenities we have here." He smiled.

J.C. looked at me and said "I'll take the boy at his word, besides; the
training center is within walking distance to here.  We may need a few
extra minutes getting up tomorrow" as he took a swig from his fresh drink.
"Well it's settled then, we will take the room."  Barton smiled at me and
said "Very well sir, your credit card is on file, you are welcome to star
here and finish your drinks, I will bring the admission form and keys to
you." J.C. showing a few signs of what some might call a southern draw said
"thank you son, its appreciated."  Ten minutes later he reappeared with the
keys and I signed the registration paperwork.  "Thank you officers, and if
there is anything I can assist you with let me know, I will be on the desk
till 10pm every night."  Part of me thought he was hinting at something,
and the logical part of me said he was just being helpful.

We grabbed our bags and went to our room.  It was very well equipped and
the bed was comfortable; it would have sucked to share and the bed is
uncomfortable.  We got situated and J.C suggested we walk over to Rosie's
catch some dinner and a few drinks. I agreed and we headed in that
direction.  It was still early but we were both starving.  As we were
walking out we passed Barton again. He smiled, waved and said to enjoy
ourselves.  We got to Rosie's sat down and a waitress came up.  She was
probably in her later forties, and if I had to guess was a lesbian as she
had that butch look.  "you guys not from around here, are ya?" she said.
"Nope we are in town for some training up at the police training center." I
answered her.  She went down the list of the dinner specials took our order
left us.

After a few moments of silence I spoke up "So, J.C., penny for your
thoughts." "Hell buddy, I just got way too much crap going on.  Was just
thinking about how my life got so damn out of order.  About the only thing
going right now is my boy.  He's so much smarter than his old man, and his
going to be more than damn cop.  Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but if
it had not been for him coming along, I probably would have done something
else.  I don't know what, but that whole situation just was not right, and
lately I've been second guessing everything.  I pressed further "What do
you mean situation?"  J.C. sipped his drink and said "Getting married,
having a baby."  "I see" I said.  "I've never been married so I can't
comment on those things, but I do know three things; things happen for a
reason, change is inevitable, and" a paused and tried to do my best Forest
Gump "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to
get."  J.C. laughed a little and said "yeah, that is true, and you can't
run from it.  There are lots of changes going on in the Patterson household
this week."  he said shaking his head and continued "While I am here my
wife is moving out of our house.  She thinks I am seeing another woman.
And no matter what I say she doesn't believe me that I am not."  "Why would
she think that?" I asked.  "I dun no... I guess because we haven't had sex
in over a year, and maybe because I'd rather go hunting or camping then go
on some trip with her."  "Well then I suppose there are issues you need to
work on to save your marriage.  I mean, maybe you should spend time with
her.  The sex thing..what is that about?  You know some guys at our age
loose testosterone and sex drive with it..maybe you should see a doctor."
"It isn't that partner, I'm horny all the fucking time, just not so into
sex with her these days.  I just get no pleasure from it...But I ain't
cheating on her with another woman."  I would remember that clarification
later, but right now I took it to mean just that; he wasn't cheating.

Our dinner came pretty quickly, and we left the subject of his life alone
while we ate.  J.C. noticed that there were a lot of woman in the place and
commented as such.  We were about done when the waitress dropped off the
check and commented "I'll take that on your way out at the door."  She
seemed somewhat in a hurry to get rid of us.  .  I looked up and around.
Fuck!  I thought to myself, we're in a lesbian bar.  J.C. sat back in his
seat stretched his legs and asked if I was ready for another drink.  "Buddy
I think we should get out of her before we get our asses kicked." He looked
at me confused and asked what I meant. "look around partner, we have walked
into a all female gay bar."  He sat up, and said "Fuck, how the hell I miss
that?"  We got up and walked to the door and paid our bill.  The waitress
at the door thanked us and suggested if we were to come back this week that
we do so before 7pm.

As we headed back to the hotel I said "I guess it's the hotel bar there
buddy."  J.C. I guess so, sucks cause those drinks were watered down. As we
walked past the ABC store I suggested we stop, grab a bottle of Beam and
some cards and head back to the room.  J.C. agreed.  Back at the room I
opted to take a quick shower, and J.C. said he'd fix our drinks.  After my
shower I stepped out into the room to grab some shorts and head back into
the bathroom to change, "be right back" I said.  "Wayne you don't have to
change in there, we are both grown men and I am sure we have seen it all
before."  I stopped finished drying off and put on my cloths.  "Nice tats
bud" J.C said, referring to my bear outline on my chest and the celtic art
on my right shoulder.  "They got any meaning", he asked.  I told him of
their meanings, that I was part Cherokee, and part Irish, each represented
a part of my heritage.  "Cool" he said, " I only have one, really doesn't
mean anything I just kind of liked it ." he pulled up his shirt revealing a
nice looking eagle on his left chest, although it was somewhat hidden by
the thick hair of his chest.

We sat down and started a game of cards.  We alternated between several
games, continuing to bullshit, but as J.C. got more buzzed, the more he
would let out pieces of information.  "You know I knew in my gut marrying
was wrong.  But I wanted to do the right thing and I wanted to please my
parents.  Thank god they are not here now, they would be extremely
disappointed in me."  I listened and he continued.  "Shit man I wished I
was cheating on her with a woman, I wouldn't have these blue balls.  Hell
partner, don't get scared or nothing but the boy Barton I bet could suck
the chrome off a trailer.  I mean it's fairly obvious he bats for the other
team.  I'm just saying...one thing I learned in the Navy, you go long
enough without release, you don't care who swings from your cock." He
laughed like he was joking, but I could tell the man was seriously thinking
about the desk clerk.

 It was getting late and I was ready for bed, but thought I should call
home so the guys knew we made it ok.  Brian answered, "He sport, glad you
called, we were wondering about you.  Everything working out with you and
Patterson?"  "He's a good guy" I answered.  "Well keep him busy, his Lt. is
a buddy of mine, says he is having some home problems.  He thought he could
use some time off duty to get his head straightened out."  "Yeah, already
heard.  I will do that.  Give everyone a hug for me and I will talk to you
in a day or two" I ended the call but not before Brian could say "Have a
good week sport, and be safe."

After I hung up the phone, I yawned and commented that I was going to hit
the sack.  J.C. said he would be along in a minute but was going to take a
walk.  I looked at the clock and it was about to be 10pm.  I was suspicious
of his motive, but what the hell, it's none of my business.  He turned out
the lights as he left and I crawled into bed and tried to get to sleep.
The booze helped me fall asleep fast but I was awaken what I thought was
several hours later by J.C. coming in the room.  I looked at the clock and
it was only 10:30.  I yawned and asked if he had found any trouble to get
into...me being nosey.  Struggling to get his boots off and undressed he
said "I fucking wish." I rolled over as he tried to get situated.  We both
settled in on our sides away from each other.  I fell right to sleep, but
some time passed and I felt the bed moving.  My first thought was that I
had way too much liquor and was going to get sick, then I heard some heavy
breathing.  I slowly turned from my side to my back and could tell
J.C. jacking his cock.  He seemed frustrated and would stop briefly and
very softly under his breath say "fucking cum".

My first thought was to reach over and help him, but my prudent angel on my
shoulder reminded me that I was on business.  Then the devil said "you
gonna pass up helping a buddy out?"  I rolled over which startled J.C. he
was still.  I moved closer to him and reached over him and put my hand
around his cock.  He didn't say anything, but as I started to jack his cock
he moaned a little.  He rolled onto his back and gave me better access to
his cock.  I pulled back the covers so he wouldn't cum all over them and
J.C. started "Wayne buddy..."  I stopped him "relax pal, nothing wrong with
a buddy help you out once in awhile."  I continued to jack his cock and he
humped my hand.  By now I had moved around so I could watch.. I mean why
shouldn't I enjoy the view.  I would feel him get close then slow down.  I
did this several times.  I asked him if he felt good.  He out of breath
said "Fuck buddy, the only way it could feel better is if there was some
chick riding it".  I laughed and said " or Barton."  J.C. surprised me and
said "yeah...but he said he had no place to go tonight and you were here."
Shocked but now more informed I looked at him then his cock and said to
myself "Fuck It".  Down I went on his 8 inch thick cock.  "Oh my god
partner" J.C. moaned "you don't have to do that".  I continued on.  As I
speeded up bobbing up and down on that sweet tasting cock his hand found
the back of my head and began guiding it up and down.  He moaned in extacy
"Pal I cant hold on anymore, you need to pull off of that thing" he tried
to pry me loose but I went all the way down on him burring it deep into my
throat as he began to jerk.  I could feel him shoot against the back of my
throat.  He shook several times as I finished draining his juice.  I pulled
off of him and rolled over.

"Buddy, I appreciate that but you really didn't have to do that.  I hope
you don't look at me any different."  That was shocker; he was worried
about what I thought of him.  "Wished I had a partner like you at
work...not for at...What I mean is a partner willing to go that far to help
his partner out is one fucking hell of a guy."  I laughed and said "J.C.,
that's not my first time pal, and I didn't mind it one bit."  J.C. turned
on the bed side light and looked at me.  "You do that often...to other
guys?" He asked.  I thought carefully how I was going to phrase my
answer..I didn't want t freak him out about sharing a bed with me the rest
of the week.  "J.C. does it make a difference?"  "Not really" he replied, "
I just never would have expected that.  So what are you Bi...or gay?  "I am
gay, and if that's a problem I will find another room tomorrow."I stated
apologetically.  "It's not a problem buddy, and I won't put you in a
compromising position again.  You don't have to go nowhere."  He smiled at
me and said "It ain't like I didn't enjoy it or that I didn't want it. As
long as we are being honest, it is not the first time a guy has sucked me
off.  When I said I wasn't cheating on my wife with another woman, I meant
it.  There's this kid in town, actually a neighbor's son...before you ask
he's legal, 20, in college...caught him a little over a year ago at the
park bathroom.  He was in the stall jacking his cock and sticking his
tongue through a glory hole. He begged me not to arrest him and offered me
some head not to.  .  I was going to hall his ass in, but the kid was
brave.  He grabbed my crotch, and it was already at attention.  He pleaded
again, and my cock got harder I just stood there as he pulled my cock out
and went to town.  It felt great.  We have been meeting every week or two
for him to suck me off...Not that he has too but he enjoys it, and well, so
do I."

"Wow" I said.  "Yeah", he sighed, "he really wasn't the first.  I had a
friend in high school that loved sucking my meat too."  "So you liked it?"
I asked him. " It was really cool, and not many girls liked that sort of
thing.  If they did I probably wouldn't be a dad."  He said laughing, "but
on the other hand, fucking is fun too!"  I glanced over at him and said
"you do know that you can fuck a guy too, right?"  J.C.  looked slightly
more serious and said "Yeah, but I think that would be crossing the line.
Besides, I guess you didn't notice, but I'm a little above average down
there.  Kristy has a hard enough time taking it in her pussy, I don't think
a guy could take it up his ass" I almost didn't respond to that but I
couldn't help myself. "So is it that you think crossing that line will make
you gay or are you afraid that it will confirm it?"  J.C.  looked a little
red in the face and I tried to calm him down quickly . "I'm sorry, I
shouldn't have said that, I really don't want to piss you off, but straight
guys truly don't like getting their cock sucked by other guys.  Sure they
may go to some park and stick their prick through a hole, but they
rationalize that it could be a woman on the other side, as long as they
don't see the guy.  Have you ever talked to any of the married guys you
busted?  I bet they say their straight and that they didn't know who was on
the other side.  It's like the guys that fuck transsexuals; they can look
down and see a woman but the get the ass, and sometimes cock they want."
He looked at me contemplating what I had said, and appeared to be ok.  "I'm
not saying you are J.C..  I just don't think there is a line in the sand."

We both yawned, and I suggested we got to sleep, and we could talk more, we
had a week.  J.C. agreed and reassured me, he was ok with us sharing the
room, and nothing else sexual was going to happen.