Uneasy Love

He walked gingerly through the woods, feet barely touching the damp leaves that had fallen. Although he was staring straight ahead, and a casual observer might guess that he knew where he was going, nothing could be further from the truth. His eyes saw, his ears heard, and his skin could feel the moist air brush across his tawny body, but his brain did not interpret the sensations.

The real Kevin was miles away, in a different place. A different life? At six feet even, his one-hundred sixty pound frame made surprisingly little disturbance as he traversed his unplanned path. Beneath the unruly mop of shoulder length brown hair, his green eyes reflected the distance he was from this place. They sparkled in a curious, yet innocent way. Eye brows arched slightly, so they gave him a subtle look of continuous amazement...like a child in awe at his first tour through the county fair.

Kevin was twenty-six, but often mistaken for being substantially younger. In fact, whenever he was out on a date he made it a point to frequent night clubs in which he was rather well known. Not because it gave a boost to his ego to be recognized, but so that he wouldn't be embarrassed in front of his date when he'd inevitably be asked for proof of his age. Although it did give his ego a boost, and most of the women he'd dated found it rather cute and amusing, Kevin still viewed it as a source of irritation, if not down-right demeaning.

The leaves scrunched beneath his feet. Debbie McCalison was someone with whom Kevin had never planned to fall in love. She was quite smaller that he, at just under five-foot five. Her light red hair cascaded about her shoulders, with tanned youthful skin and the same green eyes as her lover. Though Kevin would swear that they changed colour, and became an almost hazel when she was on the brink of orgasm. She of course giggled at such a notion, in the same school-girl giggle which had captured Kevin's love. Her broad Scottish accent, with the distinguishing Edinburgh flavour, only reinforced the heat that radiated from her, and melted his heart. He often teased her about her eyes just to hear her uplifting laughter, it made his day seem brighter.

The fact that Debbie usually came whenever they had sex was not really surprising to Kevin. He was rather shy and pensive, but he seemed to have a special gift for making sex something that was anticipated in more that its usual way. His creativity and gentleness mixed in a unique fashion whenever the lights were dimmed low.

Perhaps I should tell you a little about it. Kevin's father was an Air Force officer, and they moved quite frequently during his youth. He had learned to blend-in quickly, and to adapt to the ever-changing scenes of his life. By the time he was in the sixth grade, his father had attained the rank of Colonel. Along with his father's elevated rank came elevated expectations. He was expected to dress, behave and perform differently than everyone else. His father had achieved a level of success, and Ke vin was expected to show that he had the same winning blood coursing through his veins. And he did. But, he would often irritate his father with his blatant disregard for authority, and his instinct to do the opposite of what was expected. Although he was exceptionally bright, he would often achieve lower grades. While the other children of officers would play amongst themselves, frowning upon the invitation of others, Kevin would give little thought to his choice of friends. He never even considered to find out what rank their father's were, or where they lived.

The same individualistic attitude remained with him into adulthood. Sex was something that was relatively new to Kevin. He had remained a virgin until he was twenty-one. It wasn't out of the lack of opportunity, as it seemed to be always presenting itself in ever changing forms. Let's just say that if you were a fifteen year old girl, and had become drunk at a neighborhood party, Kevin would probably the reason that you found yourself safely at home the following morning. If other guys at the party had mentioned that you were "prime for the taking," as you lay passed out in the parlor, then Kevin would've taken you home as well. He would've just been a bit more bloodied than if they'd not made the remark. But you would've gotten home safely, either way. And you would've learned of the incidence from someone else, for he would not have told you. He was just that way. He wasn't gay, he just had a certain respect for those who were unable, for whatever the reason, to defend themselves.

When Kevin was eighteen years old his mother brought him to her family home in Scotland, along with his eighteen year old sister, Colleen. His father had received an assignment to Thailand, and he would be flying sorties from that kingdom to targets in North and South Vietnam. His mother had opted to bring the children back to her homeland until her husband returned. If her husband returned.

Uncle John (Anglicized from its original Gaelic form, Sean), had a fond place in his heart for children. And a warm place in his groin, especially for male adults. Having never married, as he was once forced to choose between his beloved Scotch whiskey, and his present lover. Sean chose the former. Somewhere down inside there was a feeling, loving, harmless gentleman, but it had been drowned by the daily intakes of the eighty-proof liquid. He no longer cared about women, and had turned his attention to whomever happened to be close at hand when the diluted blood in his veins managed to form an erection. I guess that at some point he had made successful advances towards a young man, and had never turned to another form of sex.

Eighteen year old Kevin presented a heaven-sent gift. As he was always in trouble, he would be easy to silence with threats. As he was very hyperactive, nobody would miss him if he were away for long periods of time. As he was extremely curious, he would make an ideal sex partner. And, as he was very loyal, he was certain to remain secretive.

The initiation began almost immediately. Kevin giggled when his uncle suggested that they both urinate on a tree, as they walked through the evening woods. When the daylight began to recede, and the woods became rather unfamiliar, in this otherwise familiar park, Kevin began to feel a bit frightened. He informed his uncle about his uneasiness, and his uncle asked him to pick the tree that most frightened him. Kevin picked a large old tree that was about ten feet from the path, behind a group of bushes. Sean couldn't have picked a better site him self. He told the little boy that the best way to rid himself of his fear was to show the tree "who's the boss."

"But how?," Kevin asked.

"Well, meself, I'd be one to pee on it!," said the uncle, "give it a go."

And he then suggested that, since it was a rather large tree, perhaps it'd be best if they both "attacked it." Kevin had played "doctor" before, with little boys and girls his own age. He'd engage in a game of "I'll show you mine, if..." with rather little forethought, and about less afterthought. Just another game. He had never seen another grown man's cock before, although he'd tried to sneak a peek once in an airport restroom. He glanced a bit out of the corner of his eye, as he stood at the urinal next to a stranger. He was too afraid that he'd be caught, and really didn't get to see anything.

When his uncle unzipped his fly and removed his six inch erection, not a half of a foot from the little boy's face, Kevin's eyes must've grown noticeably larger. He stared for a few moments at his uncle's erection before he'd realised that he was staring. When he managed to make his eyes move off of the bulging cock he was certain that his uncle would be upset, and tell his mother that he'd been so rude. But, he was surprised to see his uncle smiling. Kevin was perplexed. But, he figured, I guess it's okay, so he looked back down at his uncle's waist. He had opened the top of his pants, and was starting to lower them to his ankles. His cock stood straight out, almost pointing at the little boy, and a damp drop of clear liquid had formed at the very tip.

His uncle shuffled closer. He bent down and pulled the little man closer to him, his fingers began to loosen the belt around his little waist. He unsnapped his Wrangler jeans, and started to pull them down. Kevin tried to speak, he was more confused than resisting. He wasn't sure what was happening.

"Ah, it's alight bairn, it's alright," he heard his uncle say.

The words reached him just behind the curdling smell of Scotch. He stepped out of his jeans, which had been lowered around his ankles, and stood before his uncle, naked from the waist down. He looked at his own crotch, and was bewildered by how stiff his own little penis had become.

"And what were ye plannin' to do wit that wee thing?," his uncle asked, pointing at the stiff little cock. His smile broadening, and the atmospher e becoming a little more easy. "Come here, bairn," he said, "I'll be showin' ye somethin'."

His uncle sat with his back to the old tree, his legs stretched out before him. He had gripped his hard cock with his hand, and was slowly rubbing it up and down. Kevin moved slowly closer. "Sit down here, beside me," he said. Kevin obeyed, his eyes still riveted to his uncle's moving hand.

"Have ye e'er seen one like this, laddie?."

No, Kevin thought, he hadn't. He was amazed that a person could have such a large cock. It seemed to be three times as large as Kevin's. He felt a hand move to his own penis, and realised that his uncle's other hand had become restless. The fingers moved around his little dick, rubbing at it slowly and gently. It felt both good and bad. He just wasn't sure. He continued to stare at his uncle's cock, at the way his balls jiggled with the movement of each stroke. And then he felt the hand on his own penis move lower. A finger wiggled between his legs, and pushed up inside the crack of his small ass. It moved in a slow, deliberate fashion until it rested on his tight little asshole. And then it moved away.

"Stand up," his uncle said.

The words didn't quite register, and he remained sitting. Then his uncle moved, and jolted him back to reality.

"Up wit ye, over here," he said, and grabbed the boy around the hips.

His uncle swung him around until he was standing with one leg on each side, and then he turned him around so that the little boy's bottom was less than a foot from his face. Kevin looked down, so that he could see his uncle's erection. It throbbed in rhythm with his heartbeat, making it bounce just slightly. Kevin was still in awe. He felt his uncle pull him back a little, and then felt his fingers spread the cheeks of his ass. He started as he felt a finger try to push into his butt, and wondered why his uncle has doing that. It hurt a little at first, but then slid inside and stayed there, motionless. With his other hand, Sean pushed at the top of little boy's back.

Kevin got the idea, and lowered himself on all fours. His bottom, with one finger still inside of it arched towards his uncle's face. His face was over his hard-on, and he just seemed to know what it was that was wanted of him. He bent his head forward and lowered his mouth onto the firm erection. He could hear his uncle groan with pleasure behind him, and he felt the finger begin to move. Slowly, in and out, in and out. His little body was flooded with strange new sensations, and his head swam with the overwhelming input. He had never sucked a cock before, and wasn't really sure of what to do, or where he was going with this. He knew that whenever he did certain things, pleasurable things were happening behind him. So, like Pavlov's dog, he went through his first sexual experience through trial and error.

He continued to suck on the cock, although his jaws were beginning to grow sore, and, with a little help, he'd learned to move his mouth up and down. Repeating the movements of his uncle's hand, as he'd watched him jerk-off a few moments before. At one point, he felt the finger withdraw from his butt, and wondered why his uncle was stopping. He was rather enjoying the strange sensation. And then he felt something else begin to probe at his tiny rear opening. He wasn't sure at first just what it was, but then realised that it was a tongue. His uncle moved his tongue up to the small tight little ass, and then forcefully shoved it inside. He probed, with quick in and out strokes, the little virginal bottom of his nephew. The actions were rewarded, as Kevin's mouth moved quicker upon his stiff cock. Kevin noticed that the taste had changed a little. It was a little more salty before, and had started to lose some of it's tangy edge. Before he could ponder on the fact for long, he heard his uncle cry out "Ahhh, laddie, 't is wonderful!," and thick jets of come spurted into his mouth. He was startled by this turn of events, and moved his mouth up off of the erupting organ. The milky white fluid squirted up into his face, and dribbled down the sides of his mouth. That was the first time he had managed to give a sexual partner an orgasm.

It wouldn't be the last. Kevin had many frequent run-ins with his Uncle Sean. They gradually progressed to anal intercourse, something which had a less than pleasurable effect upon the man, as he was first initiated. After a time, Kevin had begun to find the experience pleasurable, and would often initiate the action. Something Sean would never cease to be amazed by. When he first managed to wedge his erection a few inches inside of his nephew's ass, he was certain that the tightness of the little hole would stop the circulation in his cock. After a few more thrusts, Kevin could feel the weight of his uncle's balls as they rested between his legs. His penis was all the way inside of him.

It was a tightness which Sean would never forget, as he laboured to lodge his stiff cock inside. To Kevin, it was little more than a challenge to see if he could take the entire length. To once again please his sexual partner. He did, and the act was repeated whenever the opportunity presented itself. Sometimes once a week, once, four times in one day.

After eighteen months, Kevin's father returned safely from Thailand. He hadn't been injured, but had lost more than a few friends from his squadron. Having been launched on a scramble sortie, the young Major and his RIO flew across the Laotian border. They were supposed to assist an infantry unit that had become bogged down, and was requesting air support. Major Lavelle's uncle had served in the Army during World War II. He could recall the few stories he'd managed to work out of the old veteran, about his combat time in Germany. One which stood out the most concerned the US Army Air Corps, or the American Luftwaffe, as the combat soldiers often referred to the boys in the bombers. They were in Northern France, and had come across a particularly stubborn pocket of German resistance. The Air Corps had offered its assistance in the form of a massive bombardment. Tears came to the old man's face as he recalled watching American boys being torn to shreds by bombs which had fallen off target. Major Lavelle was always precise when he flew out on a mud-mission. He didn't want some other old soldier, years from now, to dampen the sides of his cheeks as he recal led the assistance he'd received from American flyers. Captain Richards piloted the other F-4, he was wingman. Major Lavelle had known Captain Richards for over ten years. They had met while Kevin's father was doing his pilot training. Richard's would often hang out in the local bars. The ones frequented by the young pilots. He would engage in conversation with the young men, he himself being still in college. He knew that he wanted to fly, and his enthusiasm for flight, and his pure love for aviation sat well with young Lt. Lavelle. They became rather close friends. On this particular sortie, Capt. Richards was to orbit the target while Major Lavelle proceeded on his run. When the first F-4 had delivered it's payload, the second was to follow. Major Lavelle released his ordinance, and banked his aircraft in a semi-steep climb angling off to the right. His RIO called out the location of the other aircraft. Wingman was beginning his run. Lavelle glanced down and to the right. He could see Capt Richards' aircraft on it's run, it's sharp black nose pointing at an almost 45 degree angle. Black smoke curling from the Phantom's engines. He knew that Richards was a good flyer, and he too was concerned with the infantry. He wasn't one to just drop his load and return to base, he was going to do it right. As he watched the jet swoop towards the jungle road, he saw a flash of white light from somewhere just in front. He heard his warning receiver (which he usually switched off) chip with loud insistent tones. As he jammed his stick to the right, he saw a ball of flame erupt. He watched in horror as the fiery remnants of Captain Richard's plane floated in almost slow motion to the ground. There was no sound, no parachutes, no time. That incident changed him, and Kevin's father remained, somewhere in the skies over Laos. But that's another story.

Kevin's father returned, and they moved around quite a bit. When he was almost twenty-one, Kevin moved with his parents to Germany. On their way, he and his mother decided to stop in Scotland to visit the family. His father went ahead to Germany. Uncle Sean was there, but little was said.

She lived around the corner. Why hadn't he noticed her before? She was playing with his cousin, eighteen year old Gaynor. Well, he thought, as he peered at the two from the bedroom, if she's playing with Gaynor then she must be about eighteen. Perhaps older? Debbie's hair moved with silky ease over her shoulders. He could see her firm young breasts bob as she jumped and frolicked with his young cousin. He was mesmerized by her smile, and he youthful vitality. He had been in love before, but this was something different. This was lust, out-and-out, unadulterated lust.

He felt his cock strain at his jeans as he watched her bend over to pick-up a ball. Her ass was perfection, smooth and firm. "Shit!" he muttered, as he lowered his pants to release his aching hard-on. He stood at the window, hidden, he hoped, by the sheer lace curtains. It was a rather affluent neighborhood, and he really didn't want to have to explain how come Mrs Johnston (the neighborhood bitty) had seen him engaging in "deviate solitary sexual acts" in plain view. But he was sure that the girls wouldn't see, they were too preoccupied. He felt a little guilty to be wanting a girl so young, but the guilt subsided as he firmly stroked his cock. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine how it would be to caress her young body. To feel her heartbeat as he lay with his cock thrust between her tight thighs, his head against her firm young tits.

His hand moved more quickly, and he felt the slickness of the pre-cum l ubricating his "deviate act." Suddenly his dream was shattered as he heard a tapping at the window pane. He jumped slightly, removing his hand and pushing his still hard cock inside of his pants as he quickly raised them around his waist. When he looked up, he saw Debbie standing at the window. She was smiling knowingly, her green eyes sparkling as she emitted that curious giggle. Despite his fear at having been caught, and his shame, he felt his cock throb at the sound of that giggle. She motioned for him to open the window. Feeling rather stupid, he glanced around the room. Was she beckoning to me?? He moved over and slowly slid the window up, glancing about for his errant cousin.

"I saw ye standin' there a wee bit ago," she said, "and wasn't really sure if you'd 'ave wanted Gaynor to 'ave seen ye, so I made an excuse and got rid of 'er." The words weren't quite registering. "Can I come in, then?," she said.