This continues the account of the of five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike's fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in "Cross-Country with My Uncle," and continued by "Alice, My Uncle, and Me," day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, parts 1 and 2, and "My Uncle's Bachelor Party," parts 1 and 2, wherein Jeff, Mike's old college roommate and lover, is introduced.
My uncle again turned to Jeff, who had, during Mike's sexual interlude with me, quietly lain on the left side the bed, inches from us, watching with intensity. Now it was his turn. Mike, now standing at the foot of the bed, grasped Jeff's right hand and pulled him up, and they resumed their sensual embrace, and, once more, even in my dreamy state of satiety, I was fascinated by the beauty of the matched pair, and their artful, no doubt well-practiced interplay. Across Jeff's beautiful broad and powerfully muscled back I saw Mike's big forearms with their ropy muscles thickly covered in golden fur, and his big hands, slowly glide, now a firm embrace, now a delicate touch, a fingertip caress. And I watched as again Mike's hands descended to Jeff's fuzzy butt. With each hand he firmly grasped a buttock, and kneaded it gently, and then released it, as again his fingertips played through the dark hair.
They shifted slightly, and now I could study their enduring kiss. Jeff's lower lip was between Mike's lips; and now, with Jeff's head slightly tilted, their mouths were open and pressed together, their tongues, no doubt, as intimately interplaying as their big bodies.
Eventually, as before, Jeff broke the embrace, and again began a long series of kisses on Mike's neck, and then his broad breast, lingering over each of his nipples, nestled in his golden chest hair. And then, as before, he slowly worked his way down Mike's trunk and abdomen, now following the thick trail of hair that marked his midline above his navel, now wandering to right or left for kisses and licks. Mike looked down seraphically, and his hands were easily resting on Jeff's shoulders.
For a few moments he reamed out Mike's navel with his tongue, before he began his descent into Mike's heavily furred belly. Now Mike's big hands were on Jeff's head, gently stroking his dark hair, and Jeff, now kneeling on the carpet, began an elaborate lovemaking to Mike's big, rigid cock, standing upright, almost cleaving to his belly.
At first Jeff took the big phallus in both his hands, and applied delicate kisses to the swollen cockhead, now at its fullest extension, and virtually glossy. After some little time, he moved his left hand to grasp Mike's balls. Though his hand was large, it was not large enough to enfold Mike's dangling testicles, and he was only able to hold them in an open hand. With his other hand he caressed Mike's lower belly, and with his practiced mouth he engulfed more and more of Mike's imposing shaft, one veiny quarter inch after another slowly disappearing between Jeff's wide stretched lips. Up and down, he slowly went again and again, and again and again. The expression on Mike's face was a thing of beauty. It wasn't the rictus of a grin; it wasn't a look of victorious triumph; it wasn't a priapic leer. It was a beatific smile that engaged his whole face. His dimples were deep, his eyes were crinkled and smiling, there was a certain tilt of the head: all indications that he was looking with deep love upon his dear friend whose intimate sexual ministrations signified the same deep love in return. Tears came to my eyes. Not now of jealousy, but of simple appreciation for this beautiful mutuality between these two heroic friends.
And now Jeff returned his right hand partially to encircle Mike's phallus, and he added slow, firm stroking to the artful work of his lips and tongue. On and on it went, until Mike's tender smile was succeeded by an unmistakable look of urgency, and finally Mike gave a gentle push to Jeff's head, almost imperceptible to me, but sufficient to signal to Jeff that he must desist.
Mike took Jeff's right hand in his, raised him up, and led him to the bed, and following Mike's indication, Jeff lay down on the left side of the big king bed, and as soon as he had lain down, Mike joined him, both of them now mere inches from where I lay in fascinated repose.
Once again it was Mike positioning himself over the large and powerful body of the object of his amorous attentions, now Jeff instead of me. Jeff lay on his back, and Mike, supporting himself on his knees (between Jeff's powerful hirsute thighs), and on his hands, placed on either side of Jeff's big chest, began to kiss the features of Jeff's remarkably handsome face, beginning with his eyebrows, eyelids, nose, and ears, and continuing along his jaw line, cheeks, and chin. And then he covered Jeff's neck with kisses, and worked his way along Jeff's shoulders, starting with his traps. And so it continued, slowly and deliberately as Mike covered Jeff everywhere, it seemed, with kisses, and nowhere more than his chest, his nipples, erect and poking through the dark hair.
On and on it went with Mike smothering Jeff's midsection with passionate kisses, while Jeff's long and powerful fingers gently stroked Mike's hair and ears. He murmured almost ceaselessly, "Oh, Mike, Mike, you're wonderful, you're killing me with pleasure; Oh, Mike, Oh, oh, Mike. Yes, Yes, God, yes. Oh, it's been so long."
Finally Mike arrived at Jeff's cock, hard as marble, the cockhead standing well above his navel. At this point, Mike grew more deliberate, abandoning the caprice he had used in covering Jeff's trunk with kisses. He was infinitely delicate at first, blanketing the cockhead and shaft with tiny kisses; then licks, and only then did he grasp the shaft gently but firmly in his hand, and slowly forced his moist lips open as they slid across the taut and smooth surface of Jeff's glans. He used his hands and his mouth in close coordination, in a slow ritual no doubt long practiced between them, perfected over years and years of loving experience. At times there was no obvious up and down motion at all, but clearly Mike was working his tongue over the most reactive and sensitive parts of Jeff's phallus, and Jeff was trembling with the intensity of it all, no longer able to speak or even murmur. But he could ball his left hand into a fist, and relax it, and repeat.
Jeff's right hand had long ago sought my left arm, as I lay beside him, and he'd grasped my wrist firmly. But I had shifted his hand from my wrist to my hand, so that my left hand was enfolded in his. Apart from curling and uncurling his toes, and balling and unballing his left hand, his rhythmic pressure on my hand was virtually the only motion he allowed himself, otherwise wholly giving himself up to Mike's tender mercies.
How much longer Jeff could stand Mike's hugely artful fellation? I strongly suspected that Mike knew exactly how to ease up, and move on to less excruciating stimulation, so as to extend their lovemaking over an indefinite period of time.
Eventually there came a point where Mike pulled his mouth away, and once again I could see Jeff's beautiful phallus in its marmoreal splendor, all of it.
Mike, now erect upon his knees, began to stroke Jeff's large and hairy thighs, his right hand on Jeff's left thigh, his right wandering over Jeff's left, making now lazy circles, now longitudinal strokes, and eventually arriving at Jeff's knees, and then his strikingly defined calves, working his fingers through the dense dark hair.
Mike moved back a bit in an easy motion, and murmured, "Turn over, buddy."
Despite his best will, Jeff could not obey instantly, still ensorcelled and almost paralyzed by Mike's gentle, deliberate lovemaking; but he managed to shake off Mike's spell enough to roll over, easily and slowly, so that he was now on his elbows and knees, his cheek against the pillow. From long experience, he knew exactly the posture to adopt.
