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Dressed for Suck-cess, Part 2
by LykemLatino
"Mom?" he called out sleepily. "What time is it?"
"I'm not your mother." a masculine voice replied. "But, it's about six o'clock in the morning."
The voice, though unexpected, sounded very familiar. Jason looked towards the kitchen and saw the face of . . .
"Officer Hendricks?!! You're still here?!! Where's my mother? Oh my god, I hope she didn't see . . ."
"Officer Hendricks? The last time you called me that you were about ten years old. And what's this business about your mother? You're in my living room. You slept over last night because of the storm remember? Man! That must've been some dream you were having! You were moaning and groaning so loud it woke me up."
'A dream? Yeah! It had to have been a dream' Jason thought to himself. Now that he was awake and thinking more clearly it was the only thing that made sense. The man in his dream was a cop. The real man, the one in the kitchen, is a Loan officer. When he was younger Jason sometimes called him 'Officer Hendricks' as sort of a joke. But usually he referred to him, affectionately, as 'Uncle Joe'. Jason's dad had been a security guard at the bank where Joe Hendricks works. He died, unexpectedly, from a heart attack and Joe stepped in to help out however he could. Jason had practically grown up in his house.
However, it was not true that Jason had turned eighteen a week ago. In reality, he was nearly a year older than that. His nineteenth birthday was coming up next week. So, although the storm itself was real he had not been caught out in it. He just stayed over; sleeping on the sofa as he had many times in the past. In the dream, Jason remembered, he was wearing white pants. In reality he doesn't even own a pair.
He was naked, in the shower, for most of the time in his dream. He was naked, in the living room, right now because that's how he always slept. His clothes were right there in a neat little pile on the floor where he left them. So there it was--it was all just a dream--and Jason breathed a sigh of relief.
Uncle Joe set two plates of food on the table and said "come and get it". Jason slipped on his black bikini briefs and headed over. They continued their conversation while they ate.
"Sorry about waking you up Uncle Joe. You said I was moaning and groaning loud enough that you could hear it in your bedroom? I don't remember ever having a nightmare that bad before."
"Nightmare?" Uncle Joe responded, "When I was your age I would have called it a wet dream."
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Uncle Joe said pointing to Jason's chest "that ain't perspiration!"
Looking down, Jason noticed a stream of fluid starting at his sternum and gently trickling down his abdomen; veering slightly to the right as it neared his belly button.
"Yeah," Uncle Joe continued. "I thought it was a nightmare too at first; the way you were thrashing around when I opened the door. But then I turned lamp on and saw that you had kicked off all the covers and there you were; hard as a rock! It was obvious at that point that you were getting a lot of pleasure out of it. So, I decided to just let nature take its course. At the same time, I knew you'd be pretty embarrassed if you happened to wake up and see me standing there."
"Whew! So, you didn't actually see it happen." Jason sighed.
"Wellllll . . ." Joe hesitated for a moment.
"The truth Uncle Joe; no matter what it is."
"Oh, what the hell--but remember, you insisted. Just as I reached over to turn the lamp off, your dick shot up to at least a fifty degree angle. Your balls pulled tight, the head swelled up just a little bit more, and KAPOW! I'm tellin' you that cum went flying everywhere!"
Jason felt himself blushing.
"Don't worry about it kid. It happens. It's natural, and there isn't a thing in the world wrong with it."
For a while they fell silent and concentrated on the meal in front of them. When they were finished Uncle Joe said "Okay, now it's your turn. Exactly what was it you were dreaming about? It must've been a pretty hot scene to have made you blow like that."
"Wellllll . . ." Jason hesitated.
"The truth Jason; no matter what it is."
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