Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 05:18:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life Experience  part 3

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Life Experience - part three

My wife was smart and ambitious but not intellectual, characteristics that
earned my appreciation. I never took for granted her sexy body or
libidinous hunger. I picked her out as one of the students I could fuck
when I was a teaching assistant. We fucked, we fucked so very well, and
then I married her. Every inch of her body radiated a proud erotic aura
that made some men uneasy. You got the impression, correctly, she could
seduce anyone. Our son was starting to develop that aura too. I had to work
to earn my dough; all she had to do is look gorgeous in the sexy outfits
they gave her—an easy task.

I got down to the kitchen just as Loren was leaving for another fashion
shoot in the 'burbs.

She looked me over head to toe then declared in her unique cunty tone
"Looks like you had a good workout this morning, PeeTEER!" The way she
stressed my name, the bitchy sarcasm in it, made me realize she had wanted
a little morning play herself. She was horny from watching her son and
me. Sex right before a shoot was out of the question because it would spoil
the erotic glow required for good work in front of the camera. I guessed
correctly she'd been the watcher and had taken the picture from the
doorway.

"And you're seeing Alex today, TOO?" the sarcasm in her voice accompanied
by "that look," which meant she planned to get even.

"Let's go for a bike ride when you get home" I said, trying to divert her
bitching. Rides with her aroused me `cause I always stayed behind to watch
her body. The sight of the seat tucked up between her round ass cheeks
still warmed me after years of marriage. We usually fucked after riding. I
especially loved licking her asshole then. (Sometimes our daughter joined
us riding, joined us in bed, too, if the ride stimulated her enough).

"You'll have the energy for it? After he fucks you?"


You notice how she doesn't mince words? She loved to watch her nephew and
me.

 "By the way, I think Claire suspects what's going on...

"Yeah?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. Be careful. Don't expect me before seven or
eight...." Claire was Alex's mother, my wife's sister. My sister-in-law
appeared to be open-minded sexually but we weren't sure that extended to
our playing sex games with her son.  "Save some of that juice for me," not
meaning the orange juice I held.  I watched her climb in the waiting limo
in the skintight lycra spandex she favored for street wear, her sculpted
hips, ass and long slender legs so stunning. What man wouldn't feel lucky
to have her? For a moment I did puzzle why I needed boys too, when I had a
wife like her.

Alex—Alessandro—his mother was of Italian lineage— arrived in due
time dressed in tight fitting grey cargo pants, large green t-shirt with an
orange colored logo, cool looking NB cross trainers—in other words, like
he always dressed—except today, a new belt, black imitation leather
studded with silver metal shaped like diamonds.

"You got a new belt. Turn around and let me see."

Forget the belt. I noted how the inseam of the tight pants outlined the
cheeks of his well rounded ass. He knew what I was really admiring.

"How was school?"

"Coach J is such a friggin' perv. He's pinching my ass again. Your son's,
too."

 "He's ok I guess, too old maybe, but the rumor is he's had hundreds of
boys—shit, he's been there thirty five years."

Off came the shoes and pants. He turned and leaned two hands on my desk so
to give me easy access to what I wanted. The black thong, that sexy
garment, tucked into him and separated each firm globe so the inseam of the
pants could hug him nice and snug. I was so glad I bought him a pair and he
had the self assurance to wear it.

"Bet coach would love kissing this beauty," I murmured as I gazed upon his
ripe teenage buns. "Shit, Alex, I think you got the most beautiful ass of
any boy I've had."

"Really? Do tell," he asked coquettishly. "Even your son's?"

"I think the two of you are just about even in the `nice ass' department. I
had my dick in his this morning"

"Dirty old man! By the way, the new assistant coach, your son's, is really
hot."

"How's he turn you on?" I asked touching my tongue to my nephew's ear. I'm
always curious to understand the mind of an adolescent especially in sexual
matters, especially this boy who always claimed to be heterosexual.

"His body, you know...all of it...it...I like looking..."

"Would you like him to fuck you?"

He kept me waiting for a long time before delivering an equivocal "maybe."

"No you don't, you little whore! Not unless I say so!"

He wiggled his ass spoke girlishly: "Oh, uncle, you're such a sweet man."
Sometimes Alex acted a bit feminine to entertain us both, but he was all
boy to the world.

The complexity of one's personality, by the many dimensions one could find
under the right circumstances even in young ones never ceased to intrigue
me and I suspected that my teen nephew's makeup was quite layered, that if
I persisted I might find a developing bitchy lesbian school girl down
there, or a sadistic transvestite fascist.

Off with the thong! I put aside my professional musings. I passed my palm
over each cool bright globe of smooth adolescent flesh. With one in each
palm I kneaded them slowly. His attractive body obliterated all reason but
inflamed desire.

"I been wondering uncle..."

"Yeah..?"  "You like boys so much...why?"

"Why do I like boys, Alex?...Well, I like you because you have a great
smile and a fine well-made body, sexy, a happy personality and, best of
all, a delicious hard dick I love to suck."

"Oooh, uncle...yeah, but your son...other boys too...why?"

I knelt now with my lips inches from his ass as I explained. "It goes back
to when I was your age, sweet." I kissed the right cheek.

"Actually, a little younger...I was 13." I kissed his other cheek. "My best
bud and I started fooling around, feeling each others
boner...touching. Soon we had to do more, but we were stuck for privacy. We
could use a deserted alley to suck each other... that was ok for once in a
while..." With my fingers I spread him open and kissed his tight sweet
rosebud. "But we couldn't do this...wanted to try it...no place to try
it. I mean we wanted to fuck each other." I licked his hot hole, fragrant
and funky.

"Oh, shit...mother!...I was sitting on it on French class getting a bone
thinkin' of you doing this!!!"

"I mean we wanted to try fucking but tried it only once or twice and we
were rushed and not relaxed and couldn't do it right." He sighed deeply as
I pushed my tongue forward hard. "So, I been trying to make up for it ever
since."

"That's why you screw your son?"

"Maybe. What I know is I want to screw your fabulous ass, boy."

"I don't know..."

He hadn't allowed my inquiring tongue in there without resistance and only
after lots of my patient persuasion. The macho image he had of himself
required guarding that intimate spot against all foreign objects. When I
first proposed it he used such words as "gross, dirty, disgusting" told me
it's something only animals do,dogs and so on do, something out of the
question for him.

"But Alex, we ARE animals, honey."

Nevertheless, I knew I would eventually win out because he put up hardly
any resistance to my middle finger there. At those times of digital
manipulation the look of bliss that came over his face told me his
opposition would soon melt. When finally he yielded after two months he was
so sweet about it, giving me assurance in a grave voice and serious
expression he always washed that puckered place and would be sure to do so
before each of our meetings. Grateful for the good hygiene I had to hide my
amusement at his respectful consideration for me for fear of embarrassing
him.

Now that he was comfortable with ass licking I pressed this issue more.

"Honey, if you like my tongue in your sweet virgin ass I guarantee you'll
love my dick in there even more!"

"Not now."

Content to leave it there for now while, with one hand I cupped his tight
hairless balls, such round nuggets full of young hot sperm. My other hand
rubbed his dickhead, all slick with pre-cum.

How quickly he began to make the sweet sounds of sexual arousal. Just like
a teenager, so quick, so responsive. Alex began to sway and buck. I kept
him in this state longer than usual so he might think on what my dick could
do in his ass, hopeful that his ambiguous "not now" meant he was
considering giving up his anal virginity to me. It had to be to me; I'd be
jealous if to anyone else.

 "Uncle Cal, uncle Cal! I'm ready...let me!...get your pants down...please,
oh shit...oh, go fast..." Finally, he was hot enough to demand my ass.

This was going to be the second sweet spot of the day: his hard straight
teenage dick sliding up my well-lubricated rectum. Maybe dear Alex didn't
want to be fucked, but he had no objection to fucking me—or my son—or
my wife and daughter for that matter.

We changed places.I dropped my jeans and shorts and braced my body on the
desk edge. Quickly my nephew knelt and removed one of my shoes, allowing me
to shuck one leg of my pants so I could spread wider. Bent now against the
cool surface of the desk I encouraged the boy: "Fuck me, baby. Your cock is
so big and pretty...oh honey,...yes...that's it...oh...oh...slow, slow
baby...it's good...oh I need your cock...yes baby, now, more! Push!
push... you cocksucker!"

I was so hot anticipating him Alex corkscrewed that fine dick into me in a
single forward thrust. The kid was good. Very good. I wondered how long I'd
be able to keep him to myself. Sooner or later word of his special skills
would get passed around. His good looks: it was only a matter of time, a
short time, before another adult would take advantage of the way I had
patiently prepared him. I could see even my own wife was growing very fond
of him.

Alex grunted with each enthusiastic thrust. I never grew tired of this anal
pleasure which loosened sighs and moans from deep in my gut. I had a strong
sense of being this boy's captive, submitting willingly to his youth and
beauty and masculine energy.  "Dick in your ass...uncle..."

"Oh, baby boy, you do it so fuckin' well."

When I looked between my open legs my own dick dripped pre cum onto the
carpet in the same spot from previous trysts with him, or my son, or other
boys. I hoped the cleaning woman wasn't too interested how the stains got
there.

Alex reached around and gently manipulated my half hard swaying dick. The
feel of his hands on me and of his dick in my ass pushed me to the brink.

"Give it to me boy...fuck hard...fuck hard...fuck hard..." I kept repeating
while with all his 16 year old might he pushed and cursed himself, me,
cunts and cocks. Then he went rigid and I could feel the spasms in my ass.

It was over.

We wiped up with paper towels then rested.

My daughter would be home soon, then my son after his game, then my wife.



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