In colonial times the Major accompanies his nephew on a journey …
My nephew Ralph was eighteen years of age, and I had last seen him when he was a child. He was now a tall and lanky young man with the family’s wavy fair hair. He looks so like you said my family back home in their letters, you were just the same at his age. And look at you now. I laughed.
He was a cheery sweet smelling lad, due at Cambridge later that year, now out in the Tropics visiting his Father who was a civil servant on the coast.
We had to share a bedroom on the first night of the journey up country, through the vanilla plantations, a very small room with two single beds, very close to one another. There would be little room to avoid an intimate encounter.
He seemed unaffected by this enforced intimacy, and I was amused when he delved in his bag and came out with a pair of crisp blue pyjamas, fresh from the Army and Navy Stores.
I intended sleeping in my underwear as I did when in camp, undershirt and drawers, so I was amused when we turned in at the same time, and he turned away from me to remove his clothing.
I was down to my undershirt and drawers when suddenly I saw him drop his trousers and drawers exposing his pale backside and thighs, white and fuzzy with fair hair. He was slow enough with the business to show off a fine pert arse within touching distance. He pulled up his pyjama trousers slowly, then turned to me as he knotted the cord, and grinned at me. The tease.
We lay only a few inches apart in the small room, and I scratched my balls just to telegraph to him where they were, lit a cigarette, and then offered him one too. He sat up and looked pleased to be treated like a man.
Taking the fag from me I noticed that he was unbuttoning his pyjama jacket, and so it fell apart on his bare chest. I saw the little patch of hairs in the middle of his chest, and further down, below his navel the hair was thicker, trailing down to where it vanished into the elasticated waistband. I wondered what slumbered beneath, in his groin.
He lay back on the single bed smoking and his jacket fell further apart on his bare torso.
Then I saw with a most pleasant shock that his pyjama trousers were taut in his groin. The material stood up straight, pushed out by a vigorous erection.
I stirred in my underdrawers, feeling the surge of an uncontrollable hard-on.
Was it possible he was aroused by the situation, with me so close to him? Was it possible he was inviting me to look, perhaps reach out and touch?
I stretched as I smoked and casually unbuttoned my undershirt, which had three buttons which went half way down to the middle of my chest. As I did so it gaped and the golden hair which grew so thickly on my chest escaped, so that there was a v shape of fur out in the open, like the wedge of a curly rough carpet.
I looked over.
I saw Ralph watching my fingers as I pulled the neck apart. Transfixed. Surely he had seen a hirsute man before, at school, at swimming or in the showers. It was not uncommon as my tastes in men had confirmed.
It is a hot night Ralph, I said, running a hand through the hair and making the gap wider.
He looked like he was in a dream. At last he mumbled.
I say sir, Take your under shirt off Uncle Harry if it would make you more comfortable, he replied. Do not mind me.
As he spoke he traced his hand over his bare chest and pushed his jacket aside, so he was touching his adorable little nipples.
The lantern light revealed the fluff there. Blond, like me, tho barely a blade or two now, compared with the jungle I was cultivating.
I paused for a moment, and then added, stubbing out my cigarette, then I think I will.
I pulled it over my head and dropped it on the boards. I turned to him, proudly hirsute, bare-chested, and of course broad and muscular and tanned. When I stripped and looked in the mirror I saw a virile gentleman with more than his fair share of God’s hair.
Could he now see I wondered how stiff my nipples, mostly hidden in my vigorous chest hair, were?
I could see him taking in the expanse of curly fair hair which covered my chest and stomach.
I lay back and placed my hands behind my head. I did not care if my pits were high as well as hairy.
He smiled, fingers still on his nipples.
Perhaps when I am older uncle I will have hair like that on my chest too if it runs in the family... he smiled shyly, then pulled off his jacket completely.
Bravo, I said. It looks like you may get there, I said. I spy hair. And growing. Are you shaving in the mornings now?
His fingers went into the patch in the middle of his chest, then fell to the trail before his navel.
Yes, uncle, I am shaving. Can you not see my stubble?
He stuck his chin up into the light.
I reached over and caressed his chin. Sure enough there was a little stubble.
I chuckled.
Very manly. You are young yet, I said, still growing. Give it a year or so and you will be hairy like a monkey. Big beard all over your face and a chest like coconut matting.
I laughed, and so did he.
I hope so, sir. If you don’t mind me saying you’ve got a pretty manly growth all over.
Thanks for the compliment. And remember - I recall I was the same, smooth on one birthday, furry the next and shaving twice a day. One becomes a man very quickly you know.
I rubbed a hand through my chest hair and let my fingers stay there. I saw him following their movement.
We were within inches of one another, he so pale, with his chest and shoulders bare and a high colour in his cheeks.
I’ve got it that way, down below already you know.
His cheeks were scarlet. With a nod he indicated the place between his legs.
I nodded silently.
My eyes of course went down to his pubic region with that vision of a hidden forest.
And you know, in other ways, I am like a man …
He blushed very deeply.
I could see the sudden movement of something stiff and familiar clearly and lustily outlined in his groin, his hard-on was nodding, and what’s more I longed to touch it.
I dropped my voice.
At night do you …
I did not finish.
He smiled at me, nodded his head, was he inviting me to explore with my fist?
He smiled and lay down on the cot, a mighty tent pole in his pyjama trousers.
Sometimes, he said, meeting my eyes, I wake up in the mornings, and you know, I’m rather wet. And sometimes I …
Make yourself wet … I finished.
He held my eyes for a moment as his fingers strayed between his legs, pressing on the hard outline of the prick.
Yes, he was very much a man down there. I was willing him to untie the knot of his pyjamas and show me what he had.
Ralph? I whispered.
Goodnight Uncle Harry, he said and turned away from me, the cock tease.
I sighed.
I blew out the candle and lay back in the humid dark.
He sighed loudly.
In a moment I realised he was having a wank. He made no effort to stifle his breathing, and there was light enough for me to make out the movement under the covers. He groaned as he plucked at himself.
I could barely control myself and wanted to leap on him and take over the task.
Instead I began to work on myself.
At last there was a sharper sigh and a groan and a moan and I had no doubt what was happening inches from my fingers and stiffened prick.
Uncle!
He cried out.
His groin would now be full of his hot young spunk, his curly coarse hair there soaked and matted, his cock dripping down its length.
I gave him a few moments and when I heard his breathing subside, I wondered if he was still hard and pulling down my drawers to my thighs, pleasured myself quickly and quietly, thinking all the time of his youthful body lying so close to me.
Jesus, I cried out, as my climax came suddenly and my hot spunk lathered my stomach.
I could hear his breathing quicken again.
I had given myself to pleasuring myself and had been careless as the spunk flew out of me.
I pulled up my drawers to soak up the mess and soon fell asleep, and we rested side by side, chaste.
In the morning I could not miss his healthy morning erection pushing out his pyjamas as he sat on the cot. He made no effort to disguise it. Mine was the pinnacle of health too.
Shall we look for a shower bath? I asked. He looked up eager.
I feigned nonchalance and slipping out my by now dried but stained drawers, wrapped a towel around my middle.
The showers proved to be two stalls however so we were denied the pleasure of standing close to one another under the rudimentary faucet. We had to be satisfied with glimpses of naked wet flesh, flattened hair on skin. Ralph moaned a lot as the servants ran about and a hottish stream poured down on his fair head. The stall reached up to the middle of our chests, so we could see one another’s faces. He stared at me throughout, his face wet and red, his hair darkened by the water. I almost expected him to step out of his cubicle and join me in mine.
The drying and the toweling was leisurely with ample opportunities for us both to dwell on the furry flesh hanging between our thighs. I lingered longer than I needed to, exposing myself as I slowly toweled my thick cock and balls. Here is what is on offer nephew I was saying … come and get it. I was in danger of making a move right there and then with servants scurrying and the tropical sun pouring down and the steam rising in the jungle.
We had a good day on the train, remarking on the beauty spots, and I spent many a minute staring at my nephew's face and body and looking forward to the night ahead.
Dinner was pleasant and quiet and my flannels strained in my crotch as I sat at table opposite studying his clothed form. He knew I was watching. him.
When he lifted his glass of bubbly mineral water to his lips I saw the hint of his pink tongue on the edge of the glass, and an enigmatic smile directed only at me.
That night he retired before me and I entered our room to find him in the midst of undressing.
He had left his pyjama jacket off but his striped trousers were still on.
I quickly pulled my shirt and undershirt off so I was standing there naked above my waist too. I scratched my chest and began to unbuckle my belt.
This heat, I said, I fear I will need to sleep without clothes tonight. Do you not think so?
I tugged at my fly buttons, pulled down my trousers, and sat down on my bed only in my drawers, my legs wide apart.
I yawned and stretched my arms.
I may leave the top sheet off too. Will you mind?
I looked up at him.
Can you bear anything on your skin?
I will make myself more comfortable then, said Ralph, his eyes on me, as he tugged at his pyjama cord and then casually stepped out of them, now standing in front of me stark naked.
His cock was not thick, but long, half stiff and jutting and practically in my face.
Oh Ralph … I murmured. I could not help myself.
It would have been unfriendly not to reach out and grasp his cock in my hand, even as the bulge in my drawers shot out of control.
I pulled him towards me as I sat, his cock now pressed against my hairy chin.
Ralph whistled.
Oh Uncle Harry, that tickles.
Let me show you, I said then, but said no more as I grabbed him and stuffed his erection into my mouth.
Oh fuck Uncle Harry, he exclaimed.
I swallowed all of him.
I felt the bushy hair at the root of his prick on my lips.
I grasped his buttocks in my hands. My fingers reaching for his tight arsehole.
He cried out something intelligible in response.
And shot an explosive hot load almost immediately. Like a roaring young bull.
I felt the salty slap of it on the back of my throat and the thick stream rushing downward, and my mouth suddenly filled with his warm spunk.
I choked as he came again and again, whimpering like a puppy, and he shuddered, and as I struggled to take a breath, the hot semen spilled out of my lips and dripped down my bearded chin. Many more drops ran down my bristly neck and nestled and glittered in the thick hairs at the top of my chest. Others ran down even further. Ralph’s seed was now all over Harry’s front.
He remained hard, with the vigour of youth, as I pushed him down on the bed, and pulled down my drawers so he could see, and quickly feel, the strength of my engorged cock.
I was on top of him, rubbing him with my body, touching his stiff nipples, and burrowing my tongue deep into his mouth, and then, in a moment of rare pleasure, into his smooth arse-hole.
Jesu, he liked that.
He squealed like a pig when my tongue was buried in him, and almost screamed when I replaced it with my hard cock.
My swollen knob-head sat in his crack.
Nephew, I said, this will hurt. Are you sure you want it?
Please, he said, oh please.
Very well then. Spit on my hand to make it easier.
He nodded obediently then spat into the hand I held out for him
There was so much spit in my palm. I spread half on his hole, half on my knob.
Take a breath I whispered.
My knob slipped in. He shouted out. An inch went in. He shouted again. Another inch. Another shout. Inch after inch slid in, deep into his tight virgin arse. He whimpered, then moaned as he took the whole hard length of me. He was going to enjoy it for Christ’s sake.
And he did. The dirty young bugger.
I fucked him without mercy, and he clung to me, calling for help like a ravished virgin, so that I stifled his cries from adjoining neighbours with my hand. He was hard throughout however, even if he did sound reluctant.
At last I pulled my prick out of his tight and smooth sheath and straddled him. He looked up at me dreamily and with a grunt I painted his white chest and stomach with my hot squirting spunk. A lot of it.
I saw some of it land in his wavy blond hair, but most of it covered his pale chest, and ran in streams down either side on to the sheets.
We then lay side by side in our beds, wet, panting, and tired.
As the morning light began to filter through the blinds I woke, feeling his arms encircle me. I could feel he was ready for me again, and I pulled him naked to his feet. He was as tall as me and I turned him round and took him up the arse again. My fist grabbed at his hard young prick as I thrust in and out violently like an animal.
At last with an almighty cry his cock shuddered in my fingers and a great spray of spunk flew through the air and across the floor, landing on the planks with a resounding splat.
The sight of his thick white juice drove me over the edge and I discharged my own load deep in his arse, forcing my cock into him again and again, my sweaty hairy chest and stomach tight against his smooth skin.
At last I pulled out of him, dripping onto the floor, and I let go of his still hard cock.
He bent in front of him and swallowed me whole, sucking the rest of the semen out of me. I groaned and came all over again, shooting down his throat till he coughed and gagged. He was a quick learner.
When it was finally over we curled up together on his bed, my hairy body pressed tight against his smoother skin. I gazed at his pale, exhausted face as he slept.
Thank god for the hot shower that awaited us soon enough. We stood beside one another in the cubicle this time, our renewed erections bobbing in the streaming water.
I could take more and reached my hand over into his lap. He followed suit, and soon enough we were shooting together, high fountains of seed jumping into the air and then splashing into the water and down the plug.
Later, over luncheon, I caught him looking at me across the table from under his lashes and I nodded and we shared a secret smile. My sudden hard on was uncomfortable.
So began a series of hot exhausting nights of carelessly soaked bed linens and extra work for the laundry. His powers of endurance were extraordinary, his spouting cock admirable and it became so familiar to my mouth, hand, and arse hole.
The last night we both yawned over dinner and retired early to our beds, though in fact it was only the one bed, mine.
As soon as the door was closed behind us we fell on one another, naked in moments.
Ralph I whispered, I want you to fuck me tonight.
Yes Uncle Harry, he said with a straight face, I will do my best.
His best was good, in fact he was top of the class. He assured me he had never done it before, as he quickly stretched my arse hole and plunged in deep with his thick hard tool. His thrusting was expert and relentless.
Instinctively he seemed to know I wanted him to empty himself deep inside me. I did not, however, expect him to do that three times. Such was the sexual power of the lad’s penetration I swiftly shot repeatedly over my hairy chest and hairy stomach without any touching.
We clung together in the hot tropical night, sweaty and smeared, emptied, satisfied and exhausted.
When he headed off for the steamer the next morning, neat and laundered, he was the very picture of the clean living university student . As we waved him off an almighty uncle erection threatened to split my drawers. I trust his drawers were strained too by the eighteen year old lusty cock and his arse hole was wider than it had been before. I could vouch for that.
At Christmas he wrote to me, the letter and the ink smeared. I lifted the paper and sniffed. A familiar manly salty smell as well as the yellow stains.
Heavens, the special lad had wanked his personal special greeting on the stationery.
In a moment I had dropped my drawers and very soon my own juices added to my nephew’s stains. The thin paper shone in the candlelight, sodden.
