After our trip to see Uncle Jerry, Mom and Dad seemed satisfied that he was doing okay and getting over Marie's death. I, however, felt differently. But then, maybe I was being greedy. I truly felt that there was a void in his life created by the untimely death of Aunt Marie, and I yearned to be the one to fill that void, to make him feel whole and wanted once again. I had had his warm cock in my mouth, stroked his balls, and eaten his wonderful cum. It was something not easily forgotten.
He was everything I admired in a man, and I wanted to serve him in this fashion again. Just how I could fill that role was a conundrum, but I yearned to find a way. Though I was a young adult, I'd been without a true father figure my entire life. Old Dad was stiff, moralistic, and close-minded, and I loathed him. Uncle Jerry was secure, honest, and strong. I wanted him to be my true father.
With Mom and Dad not planning another visit anytime soon, I was left without a credible way of fulfilling my dream.
A couple of weeks after that visit, we were all home one evening - my parents and myself. I was watching a crime show on Netflix, and Mom was reading. The phone rang and Dad answered it. After some time, he came to the living room.
"Your Uncle Jerry wants to say hello."
I looked up.
"You mean me, Dad?" I said, feeling a mild shock at the news.
"Yep. I left the phone off the hook in our room. You can take it there."
I got up and headed toward their room. It was a bit odd. He'd called before from time to time, but had never asked to talk to me. He usually just said to say hello.
I picked up the receiver.
"Hello. Uncle Jerry?"
"Hey, Kenny. Hope I didn't drag you away from anything important." he said.
"No, not at all. It's nice to hear your voice." I said, and it really was. Still, I felt nervous.
"I was wondering if you'd like to come out and spend a day or two here. I remember you showed an interest in my beekeeping. I could show you the ropes. Anytime would be okay. Weekends would be best, though. What do you think?"
I didn't know what to think. While he was talking, I was remembering the feeling of his cum spurting into my mouth that night we visited. I remembered in detail the way his cock looked lying on the sheet in the dim light.
"Kenny?"
"Oh... well, sure, Uncle Jerry. That sounds like it would be fun. Yeah, let's do it." I said.
"Great. Are you free this weekend?"
"I am. That would work." I said, feeling excitement building at the prospect of seeing him again. "I think Dad will probably need the car, though. Not sure how I'd get there."
"Well, there's an express bus that comes to Croton, the next town over. I could meet you there." he said. "I'll email you the schedule."
"Okay, then." I said. I wasn't sure how the weekend would go. I would probably be preoccupied thinking about our rendezvous (The one he was unaware of!) when I was there, and I hoped it wouldn't give me away.
We said our goodbyes.
I saw Uncle Jerry standing at the bus stop as we pulled up. He was looking handsome in a royal blue zip up jacket and black jeans. He flashed what looked like an eager smile at me as I stepped onto the sidewalk.
"Hey, you're here! Great. Comfortable ride?"
I shifted my shoulder bag and took his outstretched hand.
"It was fine. Nice scenery along the way." I said. It felt good to be in his company again.
"How about some lunch? There's a good oyster bar near here."
"Sure." I said, "Sounds good."
After lunch we drove to his house. We spent the afternoon watching Youtube videos about beekeeping, with Uncle Jerry adding commentary. He really knew a lot about it. He opened a bottle of red wine and we drank as we watched.
Later as we prepared dinner together - I made the salad - we chatted about this and that.
"Got a special girl these days, Kenny?" he said as he slid the veal cutlets into the hot oil. I'd had girlfriends before, but was more and more certain that it was something I wasn't cut out for. I was a cocksucker, pure and simple. It was good to finally be clear about it.
"No, I don't. I'm gay, Uncle Jerry. I wasn't sure if you knew." I said, feeling self-conscious. My parents were more or less in denial over it, so they wouldn't have brought it up with him.
"Oh. That's cool." he said. "Anyone you're seeing now?"
"No." I said. " I guess I'm a bit on the shy side. Makes it harder to meet people." I said, and Uncle Jerry looked at me and smiled.
"You know, I gotta level with you, Kenny. I hope this won't upset you, but I woke up in the middle of the night when you were here last, and you were there next to my bed. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to, you know, overreact or scare you. So I just acted like I was still sleeping. More wine?" he said, and poured for both of us. I didn't know what to say to him.
"I'm sorry, uncle Jerry." I finally said.
"No need to apologize, son." he said, and put his arm around me. "Actually, what you did for me was just what I needed. I was so absorbed in my grief that I'd forgotten how good it felt to find release like that."
His calling me 'son' made me realize that he truly was the dad I'd always wanted. My eyes teared up, and I looked away.
"I feel embarrassed, Uncle Jerry." I confessed.
"No need for that. I see it more as you coming to my rescue. And why do you think I invited you here anyway?" he said, giving me a friendly wink. "Come on. Let's eat."
Dinner was wonderful both for the food and for the good company. The veal was perfect, served with a veloute sauce, and there were roasted potatoes and steamed asparagus hollandaise. Uncle Jerry opened up a premiere cru Chablis, and we went through two bottles.
Later, we relaxed on the couch. Uncle Jerry had his feet up and was sipping a bourbon.
"You know, Kenny, when I woke up and found you at my bedside, I also smelled marijuana on you." he said.
"Yeah." I said, feeling good from the wine and whiskey, " I get high pretty regularly."
I didn't really care what he thought about it.
"Got any with you?" Uncle Jerry asked.
In fact, I did have a few joints in my bag.
