My Nephew’s Friend

One

You caught my eye when you got out of the car with my nephew. My nephew saw me. Smiled. And happily, greeted, hugged me with, “Hi! Uncle Ron! It is good to see you. This is my friend, Jeremy.”

You gripped my hand. Tight. Clasped your hand atop mine and squeezed. It felt like my hand had lost all its circulation. But I did not want you to let me go.

“Bryan told me all about you, Sir. It’s good to finally put a name to a face.” He told me as he still held onto my hand. And still squeezed it like it was the only thing supporting him.

When he finally let go of me and made it inside the house. He met everyone else.

He met my brother. My sister-in-law. And my nieces. One older and younger than my nephew, Bryan. And then my mother.

It was explained that Jeremy was an orphan. His parents had died. There were no others. No aunts or uncles or cousins as both of his parents were the only children in their family.

And my nephew being a good guy invited his dorm mate back home for the holiday week.

As we sat around the dinner table. I kept catching a glimpse of him. We seemed to be watching the other out of the corners of our eyes.

It was a quick glance. One that only some would understand. I knew what it was. But had the others seated about noticed the pauses between Jeremy and me? I was not sure. But I sure as hell was not going to mention it to either my brother or my nephew.

With all the people in the house for the holiday I was relegated to the sofa in the front office. I had already taken up residence in there when I had arrived a day ago. I could close the door. And the heavy wooden blinds and be in a world all my own. And that is what I wanted. What I preferred. It also kept the two cats at bay. And the 13-year-old dog who appeared when the office door was opened. That meant he wanted out. He was taken out for his business whether it was 2 a.m. in the morning or when the sun was high in the sky. The world in that house revolved around the care of these three animals. But the upkeep of the house seemed to be of a far lesser concern. It was why I preferred the office. I vacuumed and cleaned when I got a moment alone. And when most everyone was out at the grocery store to buy supplies for the upcoming holiday meal.
About 2 p.m. everyday I went on my trek. It was not at 1:50 p.m. or 2:15 p.m. It was straight up 2 p.m. when I exited through the front door. Everyone knew I left at this time and knew when I would be back. Or there abouts.

“Mr. Moore. You mind if I walk with you?” It was Jeremy. My nephew’s friend.

“Sure. You think you can keep up?”

“Yes, sir. I am sure I can. Let’s go.” He said.

It was now 2:05 p.m. I was not on time. On my schedule.

For the first mile, he said nothing. Since I was usually alone. I was accustomed to the sounds of my own breathing and the gradual build up of sweat on my body as I trudged in the grass alongside the main road through this subdivision.

“It’s hot!” Jeremy finally said as he pulled his soaking wet tee shirt over his head. And he wiped it across his chest adding more sweat to the already sweat drenched tee.

The sight of his bare chest. Blanketed with a light dusting of fur caught my attention. My cock jumped in my shorts. And in my pants. Along with the thick patches of fur under his pits.

He looked older than his 23 years.

“You aren’t hot, sir?” He asked me as he whipped his shirt about creating some breeze to cool himself. It was not working.

“I am alright.” I say. “Are you sure you are, okay?”

“You walk fast, sir.” He says after me.

“I used to be faster. But I have some metal in my femur. My hand. It has slowed me down. I am afraid.”

“I hadn’t noticed. You have given me quite the aerobic workout.”

We trudged on. For another two miles. Until I came to the bench, I would rest a bit before I made the little over 3-mile trek back to the house.

Once we sat. He huffed and puffed. And the sweat rolled off him like it were a river.

“You okay, son?”

“I’ll be alright.” He said as his breathing eased.

“You are in good health.” He tells me after a pause.

“I am a forty-six-year-old man. And there is only me. I must take care of myself. I have no children. Or anyone else to do it. With me.”

“Yes, sir.” He said reluctantly. “But you do have a brother and Bryan. And your nieces. They are here.”

“They are here. Now. Yes. But that is what you see. What they want you to see. But it is only me. I am an orphan in a sense, not unlike you. I have family. But I am not really a part of them. It has been decades since last I saw them.”

“Bryan mentioned that sir.” Jeremy says, “You came back into their lives a little over three years ago.”

“That is right. But I came back at a distance. But let’s not talk about that anymore. You ready to go again. Before it gets too hot. Or too late.”

“Yessir. I am. And it gets hotter?” He ask.

“Son. It can always get hotter.”

And with that we exchanged another glance. Since no one was around. I give him a smile too. And he gave me one in return.

His hand went to his crotch. A quick fondle. Had he seen my cock wiggle in my shorts? That I did not expect. I took it as a sign. And a compliment.

“Let’s go.” I reluctantly proclaimed.

And we rose. Got side-by-side on the grass and walked the three miles back to the house.

Two

“Ron. Ron. Ron. You awake?” I hear a voice I know from the other side of the office door. “It’s Jeremy. Can I come in?”

He knew I was awake. The light under the door could be seen if you stand in a certain part of the house.

Before I could get up from the sofa to open the door. The door opened. He stepped in. And found me clad only in my snug briefs. And a book in my hand. And my bed fashioned in a sort of way that you knew I was reading.

“I couldn’t sleep. Went to the bathroom. And I saw you had your light on. I hope it is okay that I came to speak to you.” He said.

I did not bother to put pants on. Since it was only us. I am sure he and Bryan have seen each other in this same state of undress. The briefs were all I had on. Nothing else. No one had ever bothered me before once I closed the door. Or interrupted me. But I could no longer say that.

“Did you do too much today? Has it kept you awake?” I ask.

“No. No. I did not do too much. In fact, it felt good to walk with you. To talk to you. Thank you.”

He had found a place on the sofa next to me. I had placed a folded sheet atop the cushions. Placed the stacked couch pillows on one end and two regular bed pillows atop them. And slept on it. It helped to cradle my leg into the ‘L’ shape of the cushions and ease the pain from the long walk.

“You okay. Son.” I ask. I could tell something was amiss as he sat in his place on the sofa next to me.

“I really enjoyed talking to you. Today.” He said. “I did.”

“I did to you too.”

It is there and then he leaned in an attempted to kiss me on my lips. I put a hand to his bare hairy and muscled chest. Touching the swirling curls of his growth. Stopping him.

“Now is not the time.” I said.

“But you are gay. Aren’t you? Bryan told me you were.”

“I am. Yes. I am gay. But I do not feel comfortable to do this so close to my brother and his wife. They are right behind this wall.” I say as I touch the wall behind the sofa. The wall filled with my brother’s trophies. Plagues. And other mementoes over his career. And more were being added yearly. “They are close.”

“Oh! I didn’t know.” He said shocked.

“Let’s talk tomorrow.”

“Can I go on the walk with you again? Like we did today?”

“Yes. You can.”

With that Jeremy gets up. And walks to the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says as he departs. Closing the door behind him.

It is then I realize. I had a hard-on in my briefs the whole time he sat next to me. And he saw it. He had one in his shorts too. I saw it. When he left.

Three

“Are you sure its safe?” He ask me as we walk off the asphalt road onto the winding trail into the woods.

“Its safe as it would ever be.” I tell him. “You are the young guy. The one full of piss and vinegar. And the one who wanted to kiss me last night. What do you care if its safe or not. You are young.”

We continue walking. I have not been down this trail before. I decided to take him to the furthest one I knew far from my brother’s house.

“You alright back there, Jeremy?”

“Yessir, Mr. Moore.”

“We are pass that Mr. Moore nonsense. You wanted to kiss me.” I tell him. “And to be honest, I wanted to kiss you too.”

“You did?” He says. The tone changing in his voice from dread to joy.

“Yes. I did. Since you pulled into the driveway with my nephew, Bryan.”

“I’ve liked you since I asked Bryan who you were. When images of his family popped up on his laptop as screensavers. And you were among the people in the pictures.”

“Bryan has a picture of me among his things?”

“Yes. He likes you a lot.” Jeremy tells me. “He does. He says you are not like his dad. He says you listen to him. Something he says his dad does not do.”

“Oh!” I say. “Does Bryan know you like men?”

I hear Jeremy stop behind me. The shuffling of his feet cease among the leaves moving behind me.

“No. He does not know.” As I stop too and turn to look at him to get his answer.

“Don’t you think you should, you know. Tell him.” I ask. Before I continue. “I am not sure this is a good thing for us to be doing today, Jeremy.”

But before I could finish, I could feel his lips lock onto mine and the scruffiness of his beard brush across the smoothness of my shaved face. I also wince if anything is found out about this walk. So far, we have done nothing worth telling or divulging but I am afraid that is about to change.

“I had to do that.” Jeremy says. As a tightness grips my cock. His hand is squeezing me. “I noticed your hard-on last night. You are attracted to me, aren’t you.”

“Who wouldn’t I be? You are a 23-year-old man. Everything about you is desirable.”

“I feel the same way about you. It did not help that I saw you in your underwear last night. I had to jack-off before I went to sleep after I left your room.”

“I couldn’t.” I say. “For the same reason I couldn’t kiss you. Those on the other side of the wall.”

He squeezes my cock harder. And in the next instant he yanks down my shorts and underwear in one swift motion. The coolness of the shade is felt by me as my hard-on disappears into his mouth.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” I utter.

He takes me all in. Swallowing me down to my pubes. Burying his nose in my sweat-soaked curls. I feel his hands on my ass cheeks. Pushing me in and out of his mouth.

My body begin to quiver. And to shake.

“OH! FUCK!” I yell out as my cum unloads deep into his mouth. He gulps and gulps it all down. My cock never once allowed to exit as he chugged me down like he was at a frat party.

It has been a while since I have been blown. Even longer since it has been done to me standing up. I usually get too weak-kneed to stand when I am being sucked.

He stands. Vestiges of my cum on the corners of his mouth and in his beard. And a smile on his face.

And then he kisses me. I can taste myself as we do.

I put my hand on his chest. And push him back.

“Everything, okay? Ron.” Jeremy ask me as disappointment sweeps across his face.

“Yeah. You move fast. I didn’t expect that.”

I wanted to do that since I shook your hand in the driveway. I was going to go for it. I told you I liked you. I didn’t want to waste a moment.”

I reach down and pull up my shorts and underwear. My cock still hard and dripping the spittle from his mouth from it.

“Are you mad at me, Ron?”

“No. It’s just been a while since someone has said they liked me.” I tell him. “And that is difficult for me to believe.”

“Believe it. I meant it. And you have a nice cock. But I suppose you have heard that before too.”

I do not answer him.

“We need to get back. We have been gone for quite some time.” I say. But what about you. You want me to suck you off.”

“That can wait.” He tells me.

“Okay. If you say so.”

“I do.” He says. “Let’s get back.”

And we begin our walk out from the trail. This is more than I expected on this holiday.

Four

Jeremy did not go with me on my walk the next day. Or the day after. Bryan wanted his attention. The two went off the day before Christmas to do some last-minute shopping. Bryan went for his mother’s gift. Jeremy just went along or that was what I was told.

The day of Christmas we all gathered around the table. There was an uneasiness in the air. Something felt off kilter.

It had been the same way as we gathered around the tree earlier in the morning. The tension could have been sliced with a knife. It was not a joyous morning despite the holiday.

Jeremy sat next to my mother and helped her opened her gifts. The two had gotten close. And she had been referring to him as her newest grandson.

Perhaps. That was the tension. Bryan was jealous of his grandmother’s affection towards his friend. But that did not seem to merit the sort of tension I felt.

Once all the presents were handed out. Opened. And the discarded wrapping paper hauled off to the trash bin. It got quiet. Christmas dinner would not be until 3 p.m. On holidays, Christmas, and Thanksgiving. Dinners were at odd times.

Jeremy brought me a gift. It was a box with a bow. A small one. He gave it to me when he was sure no one would see him.

“Don’t open it until you leave. Okay.” He told me.

“Okay.” I told him. “I’ll wait.”

I tucked it into my bags. Hidden among my underwear and tee shirts.

The quietness got deafening as we ate our Christmas ham. Homemade scalloped potatoes. Green bean casserole. And yeast rolls.

“Did you know, Uncle Ron?”

It was me that Bryan seemed to be upset about. And with.

“What do you mean, nephew?” I ask.

“About Jeremy.” Bryan continued.

“And what do you mean about Jeremy. I do not know what you mean. Exactly.”

“That he is gay.” Bryan says with a tinge of something in his voice.

This got a moan out of everyone seated at the table.

“I told him he needed to tell you. That is what I told him.”

By this time Jeremy was giving me, sad eyes. Pleading eyes. I wish I were somewhere else eyes from him.

“So. You knew.” Bryan says.

“He told me as we walked. And talked. The other day. So. Yes. I knew.”

“And that is all.” Bryan continued.

Jeremy is gently moving his head up and down.

“Yes.” I say.

Jeremy smiles at me and gave me a short nod.

As the dinner went on. The others watched us. Jeremy knew they would, so he played it smooth. Keeping his motions to a minimum.

“Is that okay?” I decided to ask.

Bryan did not answer. I am not sure if it was okay or not. It still seems like it was not over. That there was much left to be said.

Five

At 2 p.m. the next day, I went on my walk alone. I had two thoughts on my mind. Or more precisely, two people.

Jeremy.

And my nephew, Bryan.

But not necessarily in that order.

I could still feel Jeremy’s warm mouth as he engulfed my cock. And I can also feel the angst on my nephew’s face as he stared me down from across the Christmas dinner table.

I am not sure if both were related. Or connected. But one made me think of the other.

They had arrived together as a pair. Then it dawned on me. Or finally a light bulb moment became known to me. Were my nephew and Jeremy more than just friends? If that was so. Why had Jeremy done what he did? Or even asked to go with me on my walks. I had not asked him to go. He had invited himself.

Or was I a pawn in a lover’s spat? Or a willing dupe because I had let an attraction slink into something else? Far more serious.

Was my nephew mad at me because of something I did not know about? I did not know. I was not sure. So many questions.

I walked on. My three miles to the bench. And then back. I did not stop. I walked fueled on by the fires of adrenaline and an endless amount of questions swirling about in my head.

When I got back. No one was there. The house was empty. I stripped the wet tee shirt from my chest. And ran my fingers through the damp hairs. Kicked my shoes from my feet. Took down my socks. And let my feet breathe on the carpet. I rummaged through my bag for clean clothes. And then made my way to the guest bathroom. The gift from Jeremy tumbling out of my bag as I gathered a set of clean clothes to put on.

The water washed over me. And the questions I had went down the drain along with the soapy suds as I cleaned the sweaty crevices of my achy body.

“Ron. Ron. Is that you?” It was Jeremy’s whispering voice.

I said nothing.

“Ron.” It is Jeremy’s voice again.

This had echoes from the other night when he was at my door.

“Yeah. It’s me.” I answer him.

He yanks back the shower curtain. I had not heard the bathroom door open. And he sees me in all my nakedness. And my hard-on protruding from the lathery white suds washing over my hairy pubes.

I do not ask him, “why’d you do that?” I knew why.

“I followed you. On your walk. You are quite predictable. But I did not let you see me.” Jeremy tells me. “I hid.”

“Where is everyone?” I ask.

“Out.” He answers in one simple word.

He steps into the shower with me. He had been naked when he pulled back the curtain. His cock as hard as mine when we stared at each other in the steamy mist. He turns. And pokes his ass in my direction as the water streams across my pulsing hard-on.

“Fuck me!” He pleads. “Fuck me!”

As the water washes through the hairs in the crack of his ass.

I do. And do not hesitate.

It has been so long since I had done so, it only takes me a few jabs of my cock into his hairy backside before I am ready to unload. And I do. Our loud moans fill the tiny bathroom.

There is also the fear of discovery. Of being found out by my nephew. My brother. His wife. And my nieces. And my nearly deaf mother. But no one is home. Thank Gawd.

This fed the excitement and caused me to cum inside Jeremy at a faster pace than was my custom.

Jeremy rinses. Not even washing before he darts from the shower. Out the door. And into Bryan’s room. Which they share during this visit.

I wash in a hurry. Cleaning my cock of his smell. I turn off the shower. And wrap the towel around me before I sprint from the steamy room back to the office. I usually dry off and dress before I leave the bathroom, but I feel the need to escape before I am found out.

I gather up my dirty and clean clothes in my hands while struggling to keep the towel clinging to my waist. And my nakedness underneath it.

I open the door. And am greeted by my mom exiting the spare room. Her room.

“Momma!” I say. Shock. “You are home.”

“I thought I heard something.” She says while she smiles at me. “It was you.”

“Uh-huh!”

“Was that Jeremy I heard too?” She ask.

I bolt to the office.

Six

At supper that night over two buckets of KFC chicken. And the sides of coleslaw. And mash potatoes and gravy. I tell everyone, “I am leaving after this meal is finished.”

My bags are packed. Dirty laundry and all.

I had an unexpected phone call and need to leave. I tell them. It is a lie.

I have already reserved a hotel room in town near the interstate. And I am ready to get there. Fast.

There are a few sighs. Many of them came from the mouth of nephew, Bryan, and Jeremy. Jeremy was surprised. Which is what I wanted him to be.

Bryan did not have much to say. He hugged me. And said to “good-bye.”

And I left.

Jeremy kept his distance. And just nodded his head. I knew what it meant.

When I got to the room. I opened the gift from Jeremy. In it. Was a note. His address. And his cell phone number. And two words. “Call me.”

The End