Uncle and nephew get a pause to reflect
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The train was coming to a halt at the next station and uncle quickly slipped his cock, its thick steel PA ring and that large steel ball back into his jock strap and pulled down his cut offs so that the tribal tattoo high up on his right leg disappeared. Uncle’s question about how his nephew had come to be waiting on the platform hung, pregnant in the air as the doors opened. A young girl, mobile ‘phone in hand, came in and sat on the other side of the carriage chatting away with half a glance at nephew and less at uncle. Nephew breathed a bit of a sigh of relief – at least he now had some time to sort out an answer – he had not expected to encounter his uncle on this particular outing and certainly not to make the discovery he had made on that platform just one station ago. His mind raced as the two of them sat silently while the girl continued to chat on her ‘phone. There was his uncle, usually so plainly but smartly dressed with very little on. Once again nephew took in the faded remains of a denim jacket – its sleeves torn off – just now concealing those big nipples and their substantial rings. To his left that tribal ring boldly tattooed on uncle’s right arm – yes, nephew knew enough from the Web to have guessed that his uncle was a sub. But that background on the web merely set his mind darting to and from wondering what else he might learn about and from uncle. Then came a wave of apprehension – how on the earth would his parents and sibling react if they knew about uncle – how would they react if they realised his own predilection for … ‘hold on a moment,’ he thought, ‘I’m not like my uncle, all I’ve done is searched the Web…. sat at my computer for hour after hour, almost whenever I could, chatting to those I found on the Eunuch Archive.’ ‘I’ve always been so very careful to cover my tracks." "How could I get discovered like this ? And by my uncle !’ Nephew’s thoughts were centring on himself as he sat there, uncle’s thoughts were darting to and fro as he wondered how he had let himself go out in public dressed like this. He too had always reckoned on being careful – how else had he concealed his orientation from family and most friends for so long. Neither of them though very much about just where this journey was going next. The girl cast the odd swift glance across at uncle, then at nephew, not knowing whether they were together. ‘It takes all sorts’, she reckoned and might have reflected on her own nose stud, ear rings and pretty short skirt. Nephew looked back and gave her a smile, uncle kept his own eyes down, avoiding his nephew’s for the time being. Uncle needed to think, was their meeting pure chance, was there someone else that nephew had been supposed to meet, was there really a connection, had they both been too hasty – well they were sharing the journey now – and he had better think through what would happen two more stations down the line when he, at least, was due to get out. Nephew too had begun to think back and forwards, back to the arrangement sent to him by e-mail to his anonymous Hotmail account, back to realising that he knew nothing concrete about his destination – it had only been a virtual reality so far. Yet, as his eyes, drifted towards his uncle’s crutch and his recollection of that chunk ring what was happening took on an almost surreal solidity. "So now you know much more about me than you ever knew before," his uncle had said - 'yes,' nephew reflected, 'but how much more is there to be discovered'.