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Uncle Jake's Hidden Desire: A Forbidden Summer Encounter What the hell is wrong with me? I couldn't help but ask myself this question once again as I drove away from my brothers house, having dropped my nephew off at my brothers again. I shivered slightly, terrified about what could happen if Danny said anything. I close my eyes, just for a second, as I pause at a stop light. In the dark beneath the eyelids my brain swam with thoughts of flesh, the smell of sex, and the sight of those god damn emerald eyes looking up at my innocently. I shook myself and return to the task at hand, driving safely without adding vehicular manslaughter to my list of crimes. Half an hour later I pulled into the dusty driveway of my old family home. When Ty told my parents he would be moving to the city it was a dream come true for me, he left me the only heir to the ranch we had both grown up on. It had been years since it held any livestock or grew enough crops to sustain a whole family, but it was big, my closest neighbor was a mile and a half down the road, and the only time anyone bugged me was when one of the people from the closest little town needed something fixed. Tyler's oldest son, Chase, had been coming out here since he could walk. He loved the open space and adored helping me work, so it wasn't unusual for him to ask to spend his weekends with Uncle Jake. The kid was 14 now, he'd be starting high school after this summer. All grown up now, in more ways than one. …the next moment changed everything
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Uncle Jake's Hidden Desire: A Forbidden Summer Encounter
What the hell is wrong with me?
I couldn't help but ask myself this question once again as I drove away from my brothers house, having dropped my nephew off at my brothers again. I shivered slightly, terrified about what could happen if Danny said anything. I close my eyes, just for a second, as I pause at a stop light. In the dark beneath the eyelids my brain swam with thoughts of flesh, the smell of sex, and the sight of those god damn emerald eyes looking up at my innocently. I shook myself and return to the task at hand, driving safely without adding vehicular manslaughter to my list of crimes. Half an hour later I pulled into the dusty driveway of my old family home.
When Ty told my parents he would be moving to the city it was a dream come true for me, he left me the only heir to the ranch we had both grown up on. It had been years since it held any livestock or grew enough crops to sustain a whole family, but it was big, my closest neighbor was a mile and a half down the road, and the only time anyone bugged me was when one of the people from the closest little town needed something fixed.
Tyler's oldest son, Chase, had been coming out here since he could walk. He loved the open space and adored helping me work, so it wasn't unusual for him to ask to spend his weekends with Uncle Jake. The kid was 14 now, he'd be starting high school after this summer. All grown up now, in more ways than one.
I practically crawled out of the truck and up to the house. My home, my hide away from all of the things I hated in the world, was now tainted. I swore I could smell the little bastard as I walked through the front door. Like pine trees and teenage-boy favored deodorant. I groaned and climbed the stairs, heading into the bathroom. I paused by the door, wiggling the door knob. There was something wrong with the lock, and it was easy to get right through it, all you needed was to shift the knob the right way. It set you up for some accidental embarrassing encounters. I'd never thought to fix it, after all the only person I had over regularly was Chase. Now that I thought back on that stupid fucking lock I cursed myself, some handy man I was.
I stood at the basin of the sink, just like I had last night, and stared deep at my reflection. There hadn't been much sleep last night, and it showed. Dark circles showed through my tan, right beneath a pair of dark brown eyes, my sandy-brown hair was close cropped, but after last nights activity it managed to be as messy as it possibly could be, and the rush this morning hadn't left me time enough to shave, leaving my broad jaw with a coat of stubble. I closed my eyes, unable to look at myself, I thought back on exactly what happened last night. I was his god damn blood, what the hell was wrong with me!?
But then, he had asked for it hadn't he?
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I stood at the sink, the water running loudly as I scrubbed my teeth. Steam from my recently-ended shower fogged up the mirror, and I stood naked apart from a towel wrapped securely around my waist. I hummed idly and spit into the sink, enjoying the brief reprieves from Chase's excited chattering. My moment of peace however was instantly shattered when the bathroom door suddenly opened behind me, I spun on my heel, tooth brush hanging comically from the corner of my mouth as one hand flew to the edge of my towel like a safety blanket.
Chase stood in the door way, a look of what appeared to be shock etched on his face, though looking back there was a glint in his eye that should have been a warning to me. The kid jumped, and scrambled for his own towel, which I quickly realized was the only thing covering his own pelvis, but somehow in the rush the terrycloth slipped from his hands and fell behind him. We both sat and stared at each other for a long moment. I couldn't help but look, I swear to god it wasn't like I was checking him out, it was an unconscious decision.
It was the most I'd seen of him since he was a little boy. And he certainly wasn't a little boy any longer. My eyes trailed head to toe in an instant, same shaggy hair, the same color as mine, same dark green eyes, he was a swimmer, and as a result had a slim compact build, the exact opposite of my thick brawny build. But it didn't make him look scrawny, on the contrary it gave him a sleek agile appearance, and the muscle tone certainly wasn't anything to scoff at. My eyes passed that six-pack abs that he'd been showing off all summer, he had pubes now, trimmed neat, that was definitely different, and he had a slim, cut dick that sat half erect beneath his little patch of hair. For whatever reason I found myself judging it, comparing it to my concealed member, I wagered he'd fall somewhere between 5 and 6 inches when he was hard, respectable for someone his age and stature. I didn't linger though, his hips were narrow and protruded, his legs were slim and he had only the lightest dusting of light brown hair on them, he had confided in me once that he shaved them for swimming, something to do with being more hydrodynamic.
I took all of this in an instant before shaking my head and growling at the stark naked boy in front of me. "What the hell Chase, haven't you ever heard of knocking?"I felt my face turn hot, but for whatever reason I couldn't turn away, I was waiting for him to pick up his towel and back out apologetically.
"Sorry, I thought you were out already, the door just swung open. You need to fix that lock, dude." He said hurriedly. He appeared every bit embarrassed, but still he didn't reach to cover himself, it was like he was daring me to look. "Is there any hot water left?" He asked suddenly, I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Uh, yeah, should be." I responded, arching my eyebrows as if to say 'put your fucking dick away, boy'.
He seemed to suddenly catch on, he laughed loudly. "What's the matter, Uncle Jake? Haven't you ever seen a dick before?" He teased me playfully. His taunts caused me to turn defensive, I faced him more openly and crossed my arms over my broad chest.
"I wasn't aware you were used to showing it off to grown men." I shot back. He rolled his eyes and strode into the bathroom, closing the door behind him to lock what was left of the warm steam in.
"I see naked guys all the time, swim team and all that." He said casually, nudging me out of the way to wipe off a spot on the mirror to peer in, apparently examining his face for any signs of stubble. Some part of my brain noted that this put him inches away from me, his dick almost brushing up against the towel that still covered me. "Maybe you're just embarrassed cause you've got a stubby one." He teased.
"Trust me kid, I've got you beat on that count." I said gruffly, moving to put away the tooth paste and my tooth brush, which unfortunately meant having to reach up, I was forced to position myself behind him and reach over his shoulder to place the brush atop the medicine cabinet, for an instant my flaccid dick pressed directly into the crack of his ass through the towel. I swore, Chase wriggled his hips back at me.
"Oh yeah?" He said suddenly turning, I found myself face to face with him, well, I was still a good 6 inches taller, but our faces were tilted to be just inches apart. The awkwardness returned. "Prove it."
I was not comfortable with where this was headed, so I just rolled my eyes and turned to leave. Before I knew it though, Chase had playfully shoulder checked me against the wall, grasping for the towel. I twisted to ward him off. We wrestled often, and he had yet to beat me, but the combination of surprise and the moisture collected on the tile floor led to me losing my footing. I slipped, I felt my head knock against the wall and I blindly reached out to grasp anything to keep from falling flat on my ass, my hand found the towel wreck and I found myself in a clumsy half fallen half leaning against the wall position. Chase took advantage, and the next thing I knew my kid-nephew was on me, his chest pressed to mine and his hand pressed to my crotch.
"Woah there" I said stupidly, the phrase deer in the headlights suddenly took on new meaning. He ignored my comment and began groping and rubbing up and down the length of my cock. And god help me that thing started to rise under his palm. He quickly pulled the towel loose, it remained pinned between my ass and the wall but he had access to his goal now, he peered down beneath our chests as he stroked my cock. I'd always been proud of my member, it was a good 9 inches and thick. I had certainly never had any complaints about it. But now that Chase stared open mouthed down at it, eyes wide, I wished the damn thing would just run away.
"Woah indeed." He said softly, resting his hand on the base of my cock. "I guess you were right Uncle Jake, you do have me beat." I managed to stand, I felt the towel slide to the floor. I pushed him aside, maybe a little more rough than necessary, and stepped around him so I was no longer pinned to the wall. Unfortunately this also left him between me and the towel, and my hard on certainly wasn't about to be hidden by my hands.
There was a moment of silence, he looked up at me innocently, and I tried to figure out how best to deal with the situation. When I was growing up an encounter like this would mean a beating. But I was smart enough to know the times were changing, and you couldn't beat a kid into doing what you want. So I went with the patient, progressive route.
"Chase, are you, like, a fag?" I asked, okay, so I'm not exactly winning any awards for progressive thinking. Chase shrugged but did not drop his gaze. "Cause it's cool if you are, I mean, your parents and me, we'd still love ya." I finished gracelessly. He laughed then and I felt that much more stupid, my dick hanging out hard as a rock in front of my equally naked nephew, trying to ease him into his sexuality. It was a lot easier when you just smacked the kid till he started liking straight things.
"Why, you wanna help me find out?" he said teasingly, looking up at me through his lashes, those fucking green eyes. It took me a second to realize that Chase, my nephew, was flirting with me. My brain immediately filled with images of he and I, how had I never noticed how perfect his lips were? I shook myself and mumbled something about going to get dressed, hurrying from the bathroom as fast as I could.
I could hear his laughter as I practically dove into my room. I quickly pulled on a t-shirt, but boxers proved to be difficult to negotiate with my throbbing erection. In THE END
I couldn't help but ask myself this question once again as I drove away from my brothers house, having dropped my nephew off at my brothers again. I shivered slightly, terrified about what could happen if Danny said anything. I close my eyes, just for a second, as I pause at a stop light. In the dark beneath the eyelids my brain swam with thoughts of flesh, the smell of sex, and the sight of those god damn emerald eyes looking up at my innocently. I shook myself and return to the task at hand, driving safely without adding vehicular manslaughter to my list of crimes. Half an hour later I pulled into the dusty driveway of my old family home.
When Ty told my parents he would be moving to the city it was a dream come true for me, he left me the only heir to the ranch we had both grown up on. It had been years since it held any livestock or grew enough crops to sustain a whole family, but it was big, my closest neighbor was a mile and a half down the road, and the only time anyone bugged me was when one of the people from the closest little town needed something fixed.
Tyler's oldest son, Chase, had been coming out here since he could walk. He loved the open space and adored helping me work, so it wasn't unusual for him to ask to spend his weekends with Uncle Jake. The kid was 14 now, he'd be starting high school after this summer. All grown up now, in more ways than one.
I practically crawled out of the truck and up to the house. My home, my hide away from all of the things I hated in the world, was now tainted. I swore I could smell the little bastard as I walked through the front door. Like pine trees and teenage-boy favored deodorant. I groaned and climbed the stairs, heading into the bathroom. I paused by the door, wiggling the door knob. There was something wrong with the lock, and it was easy to get right through it, all you needed was to shift the knob the right way. It set you up for some accidental embarrassing encounters. I'd never thought to fix it, after all the only person I had over regularly was Chase. Now that I thought back on that stupid fucking lock I cursed myself, some handy man I was.
I stood at the basin of the sink, just like I had last night, and stared deep at my reflection. There hadn't been much sleep last night, and it showed. Dark circles showed through my tan, right beneath a pair of dark brown eyes, my sandy-brown hair was close cropped, but after last nights activity it managed to be as messy as it possibly could be, and the rush this morning hadn't left me time enough to shave, leaving my broad jaw with a coat of stubble. I closed my eyes, unable to look at myself, I thought back on exactly what happened last night. I was his god damn blood, what the hell was wrong with me!?
But then, he had asked for it hadn't he?
=+=
I stood at the sink, the water running loudly as I scrubbed my teeth. Steam from my recently-ended shower fogged up the mirror, and I stood naked apart from a towel wrapped securely around my waist. I hummed idly and spit into the sink, enjoying the brief reprieves from Chase's excited chattering. My moment of peace however was instantly shattered when the bathroom door suddenly opened behind me, I spun on my heel, tooth brush hanging comically from the corner of my mouth as one hand flew to the edge of my towel like a safety blanket.
Chase stood in the door way, a look of what appeared to be shock etched on his face, though looking back there was a glint in his eye that should have been a warning to me. The kid jumped, and scrambled for his own towel, which I quickly realized was the only thing covering his own pelvis, but somehow in the rush the terrycloth slipped from his hands and fell behind him. We both sat and stared at each other for a long moment. I couldn't help but look, I swear to god it wasn't like I was checking him out, it was an unconscious decision.
It was the most I'd seen of him since he was a little boy. And he certainly wasn't a little boy any longer. My eyes trailed head to toe in an instant, same shaggy hair, the same color as mine, same dark green eyes, he was a swimmer, and as a result had a slim compact build, the exact opposite of my thick brawny build. But it didn't make him look scrawny, on the contrary it gave him a sleek agile appearance, and the muscle tone certainly wasn't anything to scoff at. My eyes passed that six-pack abs that he'd been showing off all summer, he had pubes now, trimmed neat, that was definitely different, and he had a slim, cut dick that sat half erect beneath his little patch of hair. For whatever reason I found myself judging it, comparing it to my concealed member, I wagered he'd fall somewhere between 5 and 6 inches when he was hard, respectable for someone his age and stature. I didn't linger though, his hips were narrow and protruded, his legs were slim and he had only the lightest dusting of light brown hair on them, he had confided in me once that he shaved them for swimming, something to do with being more hydrodynamic.
I took all of this in an instant before shaking my head and growling at the stark naked boy in front of me. "What the hell Chase, haven't you ever heard of knocking?"I felt my face turn hot, but for whatever reason I couldn't turn away, I was waiting for him to pick up his towel and back out apologetically.
"Sorry, I thought you were out already, the door just swung open. You need to fix that lock, dude." He said hurriedly. He appeared every bit embarrassed, but still he didn't reach to cover himself, it was like he was daring me to look. "Is there any hot water left?" He asked suddenly, I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Uh, yeah, should be." I responded, arching my eyebrows as if to say 'put your fucking dick away, boy'.
He seemed to suddenly catch on, he laughed loudly. "What's the matter, Uncle Jake? Haven't you ever seen a dick before?" He teased me playfully. His taunts caused me to turn defensive, I faced him more openly and crossed my arms over my broad chest.
"I wasn't aware you were used to showing it off to grown men." I shot back. He rolled his eyes and strode into the bathroom, closing the door behind him to lock what was left of the warm steam in.
"I see naked guys all the time, swim team and all that." He said casually, nudging me out of the way to wipe off a spot on the mirror to peer in, apparently examining his face for any signs of stubble. Some part of my brain noted that this put him inches away from me, his dick almost brushing up against the towel that still covered me. "Maybe you're just embarrassed cause you've got a stubby one." He teased.
"Trust me kid, I've got you beat on that count." I said gruffly, moving to put away the tooth paste and my tooth brush, which unfortunately meant having to reach up, I was forced to position myself behind him and reach over his shoulder to place the brush atop the medicine cabinet, for an instant my flaccid dick pressed directly into the crack of his ass through the towel. I swore, Chase wriggled his hips back at me.
"Oh yeah?" He said suddenly turning, I found myself face to face with him, well, I was still a good 6 inches taller, but our faces were tilted to be just inches apart. The awkwardness returned. "Prove it."
I was not comfortable with where this was headed, so I just rolled my eyes and turned to leave. Before I knew it though, Chase had playfully shoulder checked me against the wall, grasping for the towel. I twisted to ward him off. We wrestled often, and he had yet to beat me, but the combination of surprise and the moisture collected on the tile floor led to me losing my footing. I slipped, I felt my head knock against the wall and I blindly reached out to grasp anything to keep from falling flat on my ass, my hand found the towel wreck and I found myself in a clumsy half fallen half leaning against the wall position. Chase took advantage, and the next thing I knew my kid-nephew was on me, his chest pressed to mine and his hand pressed to my crotch.
"Woah there" I said stupidly, the phrase deer in the headlights suddenly took on new meaning. He ignored my comment and began groping and rubbing up and down the length of my cock. And god help me that thing started to rise under his palm. He quickly pulled the towel loose, it remained pinned between my ass and the wall but he had access to his goal now, he peered down beneath our chests as he stroked my cock. I'd always been proud of my member, it was a good 9 inches and thick. I had certainly never had any complaints about it. But now that Chase stared open mouthed down at it, eyes wide, I wished the damn thing would just run away.
"Woah indeed." He said softly, resting his hand on the base of my cock. "I guess you were right Uncle Jake, you do have me beat." I managed to stand, I felt the towel slide to the floor. I pushed him aside, maybe a little more rough than necessary, and stepped around him so I was no longer pinned to the wall. Unfortunately this also left him between me and the towel, and my hard on certainly wasn't about to be hidden by my hands.
There was a moment of silence, he looked up at me innocently, and I tried to figure out how best to deal with the situation. When I was growing up an encounter like this would mean a beating. But I was smart enough to know the times were changing, and you couldn't beat a kid into doing what you want. So I went with the patient, progressive route.
"Chase, are you, like, a fag?" I asked, okay, so I'm not exactly winning any awards for progressive thinking. Chase shrugged but did not drop his gaze. "Cause it's cool if you are, I mean, your parents and me, we'd still love ya." I finished gracelessly. He laughed then and I felt that much more stupid, my dick hanging out hard as a rock in front of my equally naked nephew, trying to ease him into his sexuality. It was a lot easier when you just smacked the kid till he started liking straight things.
"Why, you wanna help me find out?" he said teasingly, looking up at me through his lashes, those fucking green eyes. It took me a second to realize that Chase, my nephew, was flirting with me. My brain immediately filled with images of he and I, how had I never noticed how perfect his lips were? I shook myself and mumbled something about going to get dressed, hurrying from the bathroom as fast as I could.
I could hear his laughter as I practically dove into my room. I quickly pulled on a t-shirt, but boxers proved to be difficult to negotiate with my throbbing erection. In THE END
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