Uncle Jeff Visits

UNCLE JEFF VISITS
When I was 13, Mom and I moved to an apartment, over on 38th Street, just off Main, in Kansas City. It was the early 60s, and life was poor for us, ever since a robber had killed dad, while working the night shift as a cabbie. We had not been especially close, dad and I. He worked a lot, cabbie at night, and various odd jobs during his off hours. I longed for male companionship, as only a teenage boy could, which never seem to come.. Mom and I were real close, because we spent so much time together, but it was not the same. She was my MOM and I needed a DAD.
I was now 16 and not a very popular guy at school, thus spending much of my time alone. I was tall and rather effeminate. My hips and thighs were heavy and my torso on the small side. I was the studious sort, spent much time reading and studying, and my grades reflected this. Mom worked the night shift as a nurse’s aide at St. Mary’s Hospital, and sometimes worked extra the evening shift to make ends meet, thus I was left alone much of the time.
When my longing for male companionship, overwhelmed me, I sat out on the balcony and watched men walking home from the bus stop. Wondering what it would be like to be one of their sons. Would I be waiting at home for them, to talk over the day’s happenings, or would I just be off on my own, as I was now. What would it be like to be hugged by them, or lounge about watching TV with them? Imagining them in their underwear, lounging about the house, or taking a shower with them after a workout at the local YMCA. Seeing their maleness nestled in a nest of hairs between their legs. I did not know what a homosexual was at that time and was not too sure what the word queer meant, except, that it referred to something being different or odd.
One afternoon, after school, I was sitting on the balcony reading, and doing some daydreaming as usual, when my attention was drawn to a man walking towards our building. He was a big man with broad shoulders, muscular arms, and wearing tight blue jeans. As my eyes roamed over his body, I noticed the impression of his dick, bulging out the front of his blue jeans. This really interested me, and I stared boldly at it, till he entered the apartment building. Who was this guy and what apartment was he coming to visit? Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door, and jumped up to answer it. Opening the door I encountered the big man standing there in front of me. “Hi, Robert “ the man said, “Is your mother home?”
“No,” I hesitantly answered, and looked admiringly at him.
“Well I am your Uncle Jeff from Washington,” the big guy said, sticking out his hand.
I took his hand in mine and shook it. What a thrill it was to feel a man’s hand that was big and strong. Jeff, I knew from my mother speaking of him, but did not remember meeting him. I told Jeff to wait at the door while I called and checked with Mom at the hospital, as to whether I could let him come in and stay. He smiled at me and agreed to it and leaned against the wall behind him. I went back to the kitchen and hastily dialed the hospital. It seem like, it took forever, to get mom on the phone, but when I did, and told her about the stranger at the door. She excitedly told me that he was indeed her brother and my uncle, and that I should invite him in to stay till she got home later that evening. I went back to the door, opened it, and once again, my eyes were drawn to the bulge in the front of his blue jeans showing the outline of his dick, and it stirred feelings and curiosity in me.
Casually I told him, “Mom said it’s ok for you to come in and stay till she gets home.”
The big guy entered the apartment and followed me out onto the balcony. There we sat and sized each other up for a few minutes. Casually Uncle Jeff announced that he was hungry and since Mom hadn’t planned on him being there, maybe we could go to Denny’s, up the street, and get a hamburger, or something to eat, of course it would be his treat. I was thrilled by this and immediately agreed.
We walked out into the fresh air and up the street to Denny’s. We had hamburgers, french fries and coke and talked of many things. I discovered Uncle Jeff had been out of the country for the last 5 years, on a newspaper assignment, and that is why I did not remember him. He was now back in the states and was looking for a job, possibly teaching at the university, or working on a newspaper.
We went back to the apartment, watched TV and at 10 pm I went to my bedroom, undressed, and put on pajamas and crawled into the big double bed. I thought about Uncle Jeff as I drifted off to sleep and the big bulge in his blue jeans, wondering what a full-grown man’s dick and balls really looked like. Some time later, I awakened, and was vaguely aware of someone getting into bed with me, but felt safe, because it was my room and my bed. The next morning was Saturday and I awoke, feeling a strong massive arm over and around me, hugging me to his chest. It felt good, warm and secure. I nestled into his arms and squirmed my butt instinctively into his crouch, till I felt his cock pressing into my butt. Uncle Jeff moaned a little and drew me tighter to him, his cock finding its way into the crack of my ass, and just the thin material of the pajamas protected my butt hole from his cock. It felt good lying there feeling him pressing into me. Sleepily, I wondered if other guys did this with their dads. The next thing I remember is Uncle Jeff waking up, unwrapping his arms from around me and quietly getting out of bed and pulling on his jeans.