Uncle Jeff And Me Down the Beach
I thought about Uncle Jeff and when we were away on holidays with the family, in 1990. Jeff was twenty, I was sixteen. By sixteen I was masturbating three times a day; morning when I woke, the toilets at lunch time – you took a number and got in line, that's how busy a toilet block at lunch time in a boy's school is. Everybody pretending they are there for another reason. And at night. I could have gone more, but time didn't prevail. You just had to do other things as well.
I was pretty grown up by that stage, hairy legs, mass of pubes, a cock that went hard at the change in the breeze, at anything really. Remember that. It’s a cold breeze, it made my cock go hard. I’m thinking about my cock going hard, and it gets harder. Any time. All the time. I was always loaded and ready to go. Any way you like.
I was horny to be touched.
Jeff was free with it. At ease. As though it was the most natural thing in the world. Anything you want, is okay. He was living sexy. He touched and cuddled me a lot, I liked it.
We used to go down to the beach house, all the cousins to water ski. One night around the bonfire, under blankets, me in my track pants, Jeff started to caress my leg. I sat there with a boner a few inches from his hand. It was hot.
The next day. We were the only ones on the beach, all the others had gone and they'd be gone for nearly an hour, by the time they were back on the sand.
I lay down on my towel in my speedos. I liked the nylon ones with the elastic around the legs.
"Here," said Jeff. "I'll put some lotion on your back."
Jeff's big hand rubbed up and down my skin, over my shoulders, over the curve in my back, over the mounds that develop in to my butt and my hips, down my leg, over my thigh, over my calf. He massaged my feet.
I hear the squirt of the lotion bottle.
His hands reconnect with my feet, my foot, my calf. Up my thigh. Up my thigh, strong, warm hands, rubbing my skin.
I bar up. And start to shake. I don't move. I lay perfectly still.
He continues to massage without noticing.
“Roll over.”
“Can you just do my back?”
“Sure.”
Tingling toes, vibrating jaw, shiver up my spine. In my arse, around under my legs. Into my balls, into my cock, I drop my face on to my towel. OMG! What am I doing? I’d got myself worked up. Breath. Relax.
I think I held my breath. My heart was pounding.
“Does that feel good,” asked Jeff.
Jeff pulls his hands away.
“Yes.”
Jeff coughs.
I can hear him breathing.
“Josh, Josh?”
I have to answer. “Yes.”
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
Jeff has always been an outdoors man, a traveller, a journeyer of knowledge. He used to take me camping when I was sixteen. We used to walk all day, as I got to look at Jeff's muscles, Jeff's sexiness, Jeff's manliness. I knew I liked manly men from a young age. Girlie guys just make me want to hide. Jeff used to give me pot.
He used to massage me a lot. Tenderly. Lovingly. Gently, like I was the most precious thing. His big hands sliding over me, his hard fingers, his palms spreading across me as he pushed into me.
Jeff laughed kind of tenderly. "I think you better go take a dip in the water, buddy."
I got up and headed to the sea without looking at him, or saying a word. I sat on the sea floor, with the water around my chest and just breathed.
After a little while Jeff came and sat next to me. He stared out to the horizon. "It is a beautiful day."
It was indeed a beautiful day.
“It is.”
I was pretty grown up by that stage, hairy legs, mass of pubes, a cock that went hard at the change in the breeze, at anything really. Remember that. It’s a cold breeze, it made my cock go hard. I’m thinking about my cock going hard, and it gets harder. Any time. All the time. I was always loaded and ready to go. Any way you like.
I was horny to be touched.
Jeff was free with it. At ease. As though it was the most natural thing in the world. Anything you want, is okay. He was living sexy. He touched and cuddled me a lot, I liked it.
We used to go down to the beach house, all the cousins to water ski. One night around the bonfire, under blankets, me in my track pants, Jeff started to caress my leg. I sat there with a boner a few inches from his hand. It was hot.
The next day. We were the only ones on the beach, all the others had gone and they'd be gone for nearly an hour, by the time they were back on the sand.
I lay down on my towel in my speedos. I liked the nylon ones with the elastic around the legs.
"Here," said Jeff. "I'll put some lotion on your back."
Jeff's big hand rubbed up and down my skin, over my shoulders, over the curve in my back, over the mounds that develop in to my butt and my hips, down my leg, over my thigh, over my calf. He massaged my feet.
I hear the squirt of the lotion bottle.
His hands reconnect with my feet, my foot, my calf. Up my thigh. Up my thigh, strong, warm hands, rubbing my skin.
I bar up. And start to shake. I don't move. I lay perfectly still.
He continues to massage without noticing.
“Roll over.”
“Can you just do my back?”
“Sure.”
Tingling toes, vibrating jaw, shiver up my spine. In my arse, around under my legs. Into my balls, into my cock, I drop my face on to my towel. OMG! What am I doing? I’d got myself worked up. Breath. Relax.
I think I held my breath. My heart was pounding.
“Does that feel good,” asked Jeff.
Jeff pulls his hands away.
“Yes.”
Jeff coughs.
I can hear him breathing.
“Josh, Josh?”
I have to answer. “Yes.”
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
Jeff has always been an outdoors man, a traveller, a journeyer of knowledge. He used to take me camping when I was sixteen. We used to walk all day, as I got to look at Jeff's muscles, Jeff's sexiness, Jeff's manliness. I knew I liked manly men from a young age. Girlie guys just make me want to hide. Jeff used to give me pot.
He used to massage me a lot. Tenderly. Lovingly. Gently, like I was the most precious thing. His big hands sliding over me, his hard fingers, his palms spreading across me as he pushed into me.
Jeff laughed kind of tenderly. "I think you better go take a dip in the water, buddy."
I got up and headed to the sea without looking at him, or saying a word. I sat on the sea floor, with the water around my chest and just breathed.
After a little while Jeff came and sat next to me. He stared out to the horizon. "It is a beautiful day."
It was indeed a beautiful day.
“It is.”
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