Uncle Jeff
Up early, before the sun and the birds when the day is at its most still, when it feels like an uninhabited land. My front gate closes behind me, as my feet fall into rhythm breaking the first silence.
6am. Gym. It is easy when it is a routine.
Busy day.
I had just got home, when the doorbell sounded.
I peak through the spy hole, Uncle Jeff.
I’d taken off my pants, I answered the door in my jocks, I don’t know what possessed me.
“Uncle Jeff.”
“Do you always answer the door this way,” said Jeff. “Or did you know I was coming?”
“It’s just something I am trying on,” I said. “I thought you were the Mormons.”
“Well, I approve.”
“Come in.”
He's home. He's been away for twelve months. Pining his broken relationship.
Remember, we bought the twin terraces together. He's been travelling overseas, fucking black guys in South America, or something. His place has been rented out for years to Beth. Crazy Beth.
"How are you?" he said as he leered over at my legs in my jocks. My eyes followed his. "I've been around the corner, I’m home more?" Jeff rented out his place, next door, and a couple of years after, then tiny house up the road came up for sale, and he bought it. One bedroom, on lounge kitchen, it is, essentially, a studio house.
"Yes, I’m good." I said. "You stopped… stopped work?"
"Yes. Stop, stopped," said Jeff.
"Retired. Not going back?"
"No, not the general idea." he scratched his ear. "I’ve still got projects, but work less, learn to live with less."
“Back in Australia?”
“For the minute.”
I sneezed, I bought my shirt tail up to my face, I pulled my shirt tail up further, to wipe my face.
"Oh yes, very nice."
I pulled the shirttail from my face and let it drop.
"Lift your shirt tail up again." I lifted my shirt to show my abs. "You are sexy Josh." I could see my pubes showing out of the top of my jocks. "Pull your jocks down."
I grabbed for the elastic. I gasped a little less for air. My senses came to me. I pulled my hand away from my shorts and looked up and smiled. "I've got pot for you, come in."
Jeff came inside the house. He stopped in the hallway and got a bag of green from the hallway table.
"Here." He shoved it down the front of my jocks. "Now show me."
"What?"
He tried to pull my jocks down. "How is my favourite nephew?"
"I'm..."
Before I realised he was going to do it, he pulled my jocks down and my cock and balls fell out. I felt a sudden rush of cold air. His hand was squeezing my cock and my balls, in the next moment. Has he got three arms? He kicked the door shut.
"Half hard, you are always half hard, Josho." It felt good and as if to spite me, my cock boned up.
I woke up. I’d lay down on my couch in my suit jacket, shirt and tie and my jocks. I must have slept for an hour, at least, it was now dark outside.
I sat up, shook my head and wondered where my Uncle Jeff dream had come from?
I woke up at 8pm saying I can't be that person who lazes about and lets life pass him by, “I can’t be that person."
I staggered to my bedroom, took off my suit and tie, put on dark grey track pants with a black hoodie. Explorer socks.
I started heating up some risotto, chicken and bacon. The doorbell sounded.
I peaked through the spy hole it was Jeff.
WTF?
I swung the door open. “What do I owe the pleasure…” I stopped myself on pleasure.
"Ah, my beautiful nephew, Josh," said Jeff. "You’ve got fat." Not exactly a dream so far.
“Well.” I was truly speechless.
My head spun with the shadows on the wall from the street light, in the shadows of his single fronted hallway.
"Daniel said you had stacked it on.”
“You’ve seen Daniel?”
“Well, yes, the other day.”
“When you and Daniel get together, you are just a couple of bitchy queens.
“In this family of homosexuality, Daniel has managed to hang on to his manhood and his decency."
“That’s not for want of trying from a couple of them.”
I tried to pull away twice, you know, teasing, getting used to the idea, switching my brain over. But Jeff has that sexy voice which is so convincing, he knows what tone to pitch it at. Only five years older, he's always been like my big gay brother, rather than an uncle.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“I just had a dream about you, and here you are.”
“We’ve always had a connection, Josh, we always have,” said Jeff. “A good dream I hope?”
Jeff's got big hands, I've known that about him for years.
“Daniel left me pot,” said Jeff.
“Oh, did he?” I said. “I was just about to have a joint…” I remembered the joint I rolled last night and didn’t smoke.
“Oh yes, please?”
“In the lounge room…”
“Professor Plum, with the dagger,” said Jeff.
I handed him the joint.
He stuck the joint in my mouth, and picked up a lighter from one of the side tables, in one fluid motion. “Allow me.” Klick. There was a flame in front of my face. I didn’t have to lean in, the flame was bought to the end of my smoking device, all I had to do was suck.
The joint was strong, we both got shitfaced from it.
“It’s good to see you.”
“Its good to see you.”
“You haven’t put on weight.”
“I know I hadn’t.”
“I love you man.”
“I love you too.”
And we kissed, and for just a teasing moment…
He pulled away. "I love you buddy," he said.
He took his booty and stepped out into the street. There were people still, going about their business.
I could feel the cold where the open door had just been.
Click.
Align.
Recontact with the evening. The house, it was quiet.
6am. Gym. It is easy when it is a routine.
Busy day.
I had just got home, when the doorbell sounded.
I peak through the spy hole, Uncle Jeff.
I’d taken off my pants, I answered the door in my jocks, I don’t know what possessed me.
“Uncle Jeff.”
“Do you always answer the door this way,” said Jeff. “Or did you know I was coming?”
“It’s just something I am trying on,” I said. “I thought you were the Mormons.”
“Well, I approve.”
“Come in.”
He's home. He's been away for twelve months. Pining his broken relationship.
Remember, we bought the twin terraces together. He's been travelling overseas, fucking black guys in South America, or something. His place has been rented out for years to Beth. Crazy Beth.
"How are you?" he said as he leered over at my legs in my jocks. My eyes followed his. "I've been around the corner, I’m home more?" Jeff rented out his place, next door, and a couple of years after, then tiny house up the road came up for sale, and he bought it. One bedroom, on lounge kitchen, it is, essentially, a studio house.
"Yes, I’m good." I said. "You stopped… stopped work?"
"Yes. Stop, stopped," said Jeff.
"Retired. Not going back?"
"No, not the general idea." he scratched his ear. "I’ve still got projects, but work less, learn to live with less."
“Back in Australia?”
“For the minute.”
I sneezed, I bought my shirt tail up to my face, I pulled my shirt tail up further, to wipe my face.
"Oh yes, very nice."
I pulled the shirttail from my face and let it drop.
"Lift your shirt tail up again." I lifted my shirt to show my abs. "You are sexy Josh." I could see my pubes showing out of the top of my jocks. "Pull your jocks down."
I grabbed for the elastic. I gasped a little less for air. My senses came to me. I pulled my hand away from my shorts and looked up and smiled. "I've got pot for you, come in."
Jeff came inside the house. He stopped in the hallway and got a bag of green from the hallway table.
"Here." He shoved it down the front of my jocks. "Now show me."
"What?"
He tried to pull my jocks down. "How is my favourite nephew?"
"I'm..."
Before I realised he was going to do it, he pulled my jocks down and my cock and balls fell out. I felt a sudden rush of cold air. His hand was squeezing my cock and my balls, in the next moment. Has he got three arms? He kicked the door shut.
"Half hard, you are always half hard, Josho." It felt good and as if to spite me, my cock boned up.
I woke up. I’d lay down on my couch in my suit jacket, shirt and tie and my jocks. I must have slept for an hour, at least, it was now dark outside.
I sat up, shook my head and wondered where my Uncle Jeff dream had come from?
I woke up at 8pm saying I can't be that person who lazes about and lets life pass him by, “I can’t be that person."
I staggered to my bedroom, took off my suit and tie, put on dark grey track pants with a black hoodie. Explorer socks.
I started heating up some risotto, chicken and bacon. The doorbell sounded.
I peaked through the spy hole it was Jeff.
WTF?
I swung the door open. “What do I owe the pleasure…” I stopped myself on pleasure.
"Ah, my beautiful nephew, Josh," said Jeff. "You’ve got fat." Not exactly a dream so far.
“Well.” I was truly speechless.
My head spun with the shadows on the wall from the street light, in the shadows of his single fronted hallway.
"Daniel said you had stacked it on.”
“You’ve seen Daniel?”
“Well, yes, the other day.”
“When you and Daniel get together, you are just a couple of bitchy queens.
“In this family of homosexuality, Daniel has managed to hang on to his manhood and his decency."
“That’s not for want of trying from a couple of them.”
I tried to pull away twice, you know, teasing, getting used to the idea, switching my brain over. But Jeff has that sexy voice which is so convincing, he knows what tone to pitch it at. Only five years older, he's always been like my big gay brother, rather than an uncle.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“I just had a dream about you, and here you are.”
“We’ve always had a connection, Josh, we always have,” said Jeff. “A good dream I hope?”
Jeff's got big hands, I've known that about him for years.
“Daniel left me pot,” said Jeff.
“Oh, did he?” I said. “I was just about to have a joint…” I remembered the joint I rolled last night and didn’t smoke.
“Oh yes, please?”
“In the lounge room…”
“Professor Plum, with the dagger,” said Jeff.
I handed him the joint.
He stuck the joint in my mouth, and picked up a lighter from one of the side tables, in one fluid motion. “Allow me.” Klick. There was a flame in front of my face. I didn’t have to lean in, the flame was bought to the end of my smoking device, all I had to do was suck.
The joint was strong, we both got shitfaced from it.
“It’s good to see you.”
“Its good to see you.”
“You haven’t put on weight.”
“I know I hadn’t.”
“I love you man.”
“I love you too.”
And we kissed, and for just a teasing moment…
He pulled away. "I love you buddy," he said.
He took his booty and stepped out into the street. There were people still, going about their business.
I could feel the cold where the open door had just been.
Click.
Align.
Recontact with the evening. The house, it was quiet.
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