EDGEWATER DR by Mike Austin
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XII.
As we turned onto Edgewater, we could see David and Jackson approaching us and waved. Seeing Jack driving, they gave a thumbs up sign and continued on. Many small limbs blew down in the yard. Jack and Ben set out to do a general clean up while I went to grab a shower and unwind. The hot water coaxed the tension away and had an aching hardon that screamed for attention. I knew better.
Returning downstairs, I checked the mailbox and it was full, mostly junk, some bills and a letter of all things from Joyce, my sister. Why a letter I mouthed as I opened it? She had a hard time sending Christmas Cards, much less ever wrote anything beyond emails. She explained that she finally pried from Peter about Ben being gay and wanted to reassure me that she was ok with it and just wanted me to not go off on him like his dad had done and drove him from the house. Essentially she was saying that all was well in her court and that she still loved her nephew and wanted me to express that to Ben. I wondered aloud WTF she didn't call Ben and tell him that first-hand vs it being relayed through me? Oh well, some support is better than none. I made coffee, re-read the letter, dumped the junk mail and was preparing to bring my bills upstairs to the office when my cell goes off again. Juan was calling to thank me for the great time, Rodrigo and Miguel were echoing their thanks and pleasures too and Rodrigo took the phone with instructions for me to be sure and tell Ben a special thanks too. I grinned and told them to be on the job tomorrow and no hanky panky, well at least save some for me. They all roared in laughter. I continued upstairs as Jack and Ben were coming inside and complaining about the damp cold wind that had them chilled to the bone. There was silence then we too laughed out loud!!! I handed Joyce's letter to Ben, and suggested he perhaps call her and give her thanks. I continued, "Uh Ben, not that it would make any difference to Joyce I doubt, but don't out me too, at this time". He agreed on both points and disappeared ahead of me upstairs to his room. Jack curled his arm at my waist, looked up and offered, "you know you ARE A SPECIAL MAN", I punched his arm and replied, "just an actor on a stage my boy, an actor on a stage" turned and continued to the office. Jack stood, a deadpan expression on his face. As I passed Ben's room, I heard his muffled conversation with Joyce and then his sobs, but knew they were sobs of comfort and not fear or rejection. I sat to paying bills and had been at it awhile when Ben appeared at the door and asked if he could come in, I nodded and waved him to a chair.
"So Ben, how did that call go with Joyce", I posed? "It was all good and supportive and shit and SHE WAS VERY UNDERSTANDING, as her letter said, but there was something she wanted to get out but, could never get there, ya know; and I worried about, uh, well, about, if she had any idea...." and he trailed off staring out the window into the back yard, as though trying to gather focus and courage, then snapped back looking straight at me and continued, "if she had any clue that Uncle Jerry and I had messed around"? I sat stunned and the room fell silent as a tomb. I questioned how had Joyce's husband now had sex with his wife's brother and her nephew? The tick tock of the damned wall clock again stirred us back into Ben's admission. I wondered if Peter and Mary knew; if Brandon knew; hell did Joyce know???? Did she know about me and Jerry, I replayed my question. "Ben, is there more you want to add to this or are you going to leave me sitting on the edge of this fucking chair in suspense" I asked? Jack was busy downstairs and I almost called him to join us when I thought better of it. He did not know about Jerry and at this point, I felt it not too wise to share too many tales. Ben began, "it was the Summer after the week at the farm when you were there that he and I went up the Thursday before the rest were expected, to get the place ready and do any repairs. We got up there late morning and got to some chores. We were both.............." I interjected, "Ben you were 17 that year right"? He continued "yeah 17 and anyway we worked non-stop until supper. Uncle Jerry suggested we grab showers and then fix a fast meal. He'd brought pizzas we could toss in the oven during showertime and then fix a big salad and toss down some beers. I was all in for that cuz I only got to sneak dad's beer a few times then would get my ass chewed out, so being here with no one to preach to me was PERFECT. I headed to the back shower and Uncle Jerry put the pizza in then headed to the guest house that he and Joyce would bunk in, to get his shower. I was anxious to get to those beers and was in and out of the shower in no time and had a towel on drinking my first cold one, when Uncle Jerry came in the side door to check on the pizza and popped a top on his first one of the night. One beer, then another and a third for each of us and I was getting fucked up. Jerry hauled the pizza out, we downed it and next thing I know, I'm hurlin big time and Jerry's laughin at me. My towel had long since fell off as I ran for the commode and was kneelin and prayin to the porcelain god. He wet a cloth, got some ice and began wiping my face and mouth out as I finally got my guts to settle down. There was, uh, a sorta, ah don't know how to say it, but his fingers sorta began pulling at my mouth and strecthin my lips and then his fingers just slipped in my mouth and next thing ya know they were pushin my tongue down and teasin the back of my mouth. I was sorta just there stunned, kneelin on the floor in front of the toilet with his fingers in my mouth and all of a sudden just began sucking his fingers. He began workin his fingers in and outta my mouth, sorta corkscrewin em in, stroking the back of my tongue then reversin them as he pulled back out. At one point I was like hypnotized and remember the feeling of him dragging his fingers around my lips like he was tracing em, then back in my mouth and started all over." Ben paused, looking for some understanding from me, I motioned for him to continue and as he did, there was an almost calm that came over him, as though he was finally able to talk about a milestone in his life. "Well he had me in sorta trance and I reached up to touch his hand, stroke his hand, still feeling his fingers go in and out of my mouth, and sorta came to the sense of his stroking my dick and then from my dick to my pecs and nips and then he pulled his fingers outta my mouth and took my head and kissed me, it was like a sonic boom goin off, Uncle Jerry was kissin me. I flashed and realized his tongue replaced his fingers and I felt warm all over and inside for the first time and things just felt, ya know, right inside my head. I wasn't sure what to do, so I touched his hairy chest, unsure about it and he kissed me deeper and stronger then, and I knew I didn't want him to stop. Well we sorta stopped and he held my head softly, then asked if I wanted to go any farther. I wasn't sure how far was as this was already more than I'd dreamed about, when I nodded agreement; he helped me stand, led me to my room and we got in bed. He laid back and I curled next to him, we kissed more and I sorta squirmed on top of him. I was hurtin had BIG TIME and Uncle Jerry's thick cock was flowin pre-cum like a hose. His dick was so much thicker than mine and , well as we were kissin, he grabbed my butt cheeks, smacked em each a couple of times and then as we were kissin more, he worked his fingers in my trench and to my butthole. When he touched my hole, it was like a lightning bolt hit my nerves there and I pressed my butt back against his fingers. I flashed to his fingers working in and out of my mouth and suddenly realized that's what his fingers were doing to my hole. In, screw, out screw, slowly turnin me on and I was stunned to hear moans fill the room, they were my moans. Slowly Uncle Jerry worked me off him and onto my back. When he got to his knees, I was staring into his eyes. He leaned voer me, kissed me again and worked his hand to my hole, probed it, fingered me and my moans got louder this time. He rolled my legs back to the top fo the bed and licked my hole, tongued my ring and I sorta tenses up, but when his fingers got in me I relaxed and said his name over and over and over until I felt that horrible pain as he entered me. He was tryin to be easy and tender, I knew he was, but then he pressed in me again and this time, I felt all the tension in my hole relax and he moved deeper, withdrew and pressed in again. It took about 5 times but he finally sank it to me and I shot all over the place. He urged me on as his hard dick throbbed in me, I finished and he began again, faster and steady and was in the zone, I could tell and I was hard again, jackin this time unlike before and getin closer and closer to getting my nut again when BANG he exploded in me. He was like a bull breedin a heifer I imagined how she felt, then he collapsed over me. His hairy body flattening me out and squishin my cum between us. We fell asleep just like that. I felt so at peace and so right, ya know Uncle Brad"? Ben fell silent like he'd just opened another chapter of his life to me. I gave him a hug. He groped me, and looked up into my eyes, and offered "can I", at which point I backed away from temptation and replied "ask Jack when".
My hard on was grueling as Ben stood, headed downstairs with his keys and left the house. Sitting back in my desk chair, I reflected on a similar event with Jerry, one of my first when I returned from Europe so many years ago. He was the perfect farm manager and stud. But that was another time and for another story, perhaps a time with Jack, when it was time for me to become more for Jack, become more TO Jack.