I Spent the Day Shopping
I spent the evening shopping, unusual for me. Me and Amy went to Costco, it was amazing.
I bought new jocks. I always have to come home and masturbate into a pair, when I buy new ones.
Don't know why? Maybe it is because my uncle used to make me do it when I was a kid (you know, sixteen) away on holidays with the family.
Uncle Jeff
I used to love him coming into my room at night and asking me for my dirty jocks. “Where are they,” said Jeff. “I’ll put them in the wash when I am done, so you’ll get them back,”
He liked the jocks I'd been wearing all day. Initially, I thought it was funny. He used to take them back to his room and sniff them. Firstly, I noticed them missing and I used to wonder where they were, but then he used to ask me for them, directly.
“What difference is it to you?”
Then one night he just came out with it, he was drunk they'd all been playing marathon games of cards. Everybody used to disappear off to bed, quickly and often early. All that sea air, those or country forests.
"Hey, why don't you." He made unmistakable hand movements. "W...wank into a pair for me. He’d whispered, “Wank.” That would be fucken hot.
He never touched me, or anything. I never got naked for him or anything like that. Neither did he.
"Sure," I said. I was already bared up at the thought. "Give me the pair I wore today, they’re, off the floor."
I start stroking myself under the covers. It never seemed wrong, I was always turned on by it. He watched me watching him watching him. He'd sit on the end of the bed and watch me whack off.
"Come on," he'd whisper. "A nice big jizz in them for me."
"Sure," I'd say breathlessly, as I pumped my hard cock. It wouldn't take me long.
Then I'd hand them to him, all gooey. He ‘dtake them back to his room and use my … to get himself off.
I used to think it was weird.
Amanda used to hand them back to me, washed and ironed
As I unwrapped the unmarked cellophane wrapping, I thought of Uncle Jeff and smiled and I knew who'd I'd be thinking about as I splooshed out a handful of lube.
I bought new jocks. I always have to come home and masturbate into a pair, when I buy new ones.
Don't know why? Maybe it is because my uncle used to make me do it when I was a kid (you know, sixteen) away on holidays with the family.
Uncle Jeff
I used to love him coming into my room at night and asking me for my dirty jocks. “Where are they,” said Jeff. “I’ll put them in the wash when I am done, so you’ll get them back,”
He liked the jocks I'd been wearing all day. Initially, I thought it was funny. He used to take them back to his room and sniff them. Firstly, I noticed them missing and I used to wonder where they were, but then he used to ask me for them, directly.
“What difference is it to you?”
Then one night he just came out with it, he was drunk they'd all been playing marathon games of cards. Everybody used to disappear off to bed, quickly and often early. All that sea air, those or country forests.
"Hey, why don't you." He made unmistakable hand movements. "W...wank into a pair for me. He’d whispered, “Wank.” That would be fucken hot.
He never touched me, or anything. I never got naked for him or anything like that. Neither did he.
"Sure," I said. I was already bared up at the thought. "Give me the pair I wore today, they’re, off the floor."
I start stroking myself under the covers. It never seemed wrong, I was always turned on by it. He watched me watching him watching him. He'd sit on the end of the bed and watch me whack off.
"Come on," he'd whisper. "A nice big jizz in them for me."
"Sure," I'd say breathlessly, as I pumped my hard cock. It wouldn't take me long.
Then I'd hand them to him, all gooey. He ‘dtake them back to his room and use my … to get himself off.
I used to think it was weird.
Amanda used to hand them back to me, washed and ironed
As I unwrapped the unmarked cellophane wrapping, I thought of Uncle Jeff and smiled and I knew who'd I'd be thinking about as I splooshed out a handful of lube.
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