Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 13:50:09 -0800
From: pistol_pete@earthlink.net
Subject: uncle dick - part 2

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article. This is a work of fiction.

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This is my first attempt at fiction, let alone porn.  I appreciate the
feedback from part 1.  I hope part 2 lives up to your expectations :)  I
would enjoy hearing feedback from those who enjoy the story.  It's actually
an exciting prospect that this story could provide a sexual experience for
others, just as all of the stories I've read on the site have done for me
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Uncle Dick -- part 2

I went out to the living room and Uncle Dick was still seated on the sofa.
He looked at me and watched my every move as I came into the room.  I wasn't
sure what I should do or say, especially with my cousin Ronnie out of the
room.

I sat down on a chair across from the sofa and looked out the sliding glass
door that opened onto a small concrete patio and then the apartment complex
itself.  No privacy here.

I glanced up and Uncle Dick was still just staring.  My eyes quickly darted
to the floor.

"So how old are you, son?" asked my hirsute Uncle Dick.

"Eleven and a half," I squeaked.  I looked over to him and saw his two long
hairy legs on the coffee table.  He was only wearing a pair of cutoff jeans
and I tried not to gape as I sat hesitantly admiring his virile, manly body.
I immediately felt my prick spring into action from the heady combination of
the overt masculinity in front of me as well as the fear that he instilled
in me.

"At that age, I bet you jack off all the time, huh, `lil Tex?" using the
term of endearment that my East Coast family members used for me.  I was
embarrassed, feeling as though he could see the erection in my shorts, and
uncertain how I was supposed to respond to an adult who asked a question
like that.

He chuckled, enjoying my obvious discomfort.

"I don't know," I said quietly, hesitantly.

"Well, shit, you little fucker, when I was your age I was poundin' my pud
every chance I could get with just about everyone I could get," Uncle Dick
said.  He reached his hand up to his right nipple and scratched the furry
chest that surrounded it.  His other hand dropped down to his cutoffs and he
scratched his balls, giving me a direct glare followed by a grin.

I really had no idea what to do so I stood up and ran out of the room,
equally sexually inflamed and mortified at my bodies response to his
gesture.

Uncle Dick just laughed, and yelled, "You get back here you little shit!"
"Looks like you're a little mamma's boy, running away like a little chicken
shit."

At that moment my cousin, Ronnie, opened the door to the bathroom and was
standing completely nude, having just come out of the shower.  He must have
overheard Uncle Dick's loud deep voice.

Ronnie's lithe, teenage body was well defined in sleek way and his large
cock sat atop two large, fleshy, low-hanging balls, the very orbs that had
been enticing me for days.  His pubic hairs were wet and clung to his
beautiful cock and balls.

I was near tears and ran by Ronnie and into the bedroom.

He said, "What did he do `lil Tex?" and walked across the hallway into the
bedroom.

"Nothing, I cried.  Nothing, really, nothing?" I sobbed.

"What is it?" Ronnie said, putting his arm on my shoulder, standing with his
beautiful balls just inches in front of my face.  I just stared.

"It's nothing, Ronnie, don't worry about it," I said, trying not to reach
out and grab that magnificent sac of his.

He sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulder.  He smelled fresh
from his shower.  His long hair was still wet and uncombed, and with his
naturally wavy curls, he looked beautiful.  "Listen, I didn't tell you about
Dick, because I didn't want to frighten you.  You just let me know if he
does anything to you and I'll give him shit.  He's an asshole.  Don't let it
bother you, cuz."

I dried my eyes and said, "Okay, Ronnie.  He just makes me feel
 embarrassed."

Ronnie patted my back and got up and went over to his dresser and pulled out
a clean pair of cut off jean shorts and put them on.  I watched him from
behind watching his balls hang as he put the shorts on, leg by leg.

"Let's go eat," Ronnie said.

I followed Ronnie out to the living room and Uncle Dick said, why don't you
call the pizza parlor down the street and order a pizza.  Ronnie, you can go
pick it up while Marc and I get to know each other a little better.

"I'll take Marc with me, asshole." Ronnie retorted, obviously sensing my
terror at the prospect of being alone again with his stepfather.

"No you want.  He's a little to shy for his own good.  I need to teach him
how to be a little friendlier to his elders."

Ronnie said, "Fuck you! He goes with me."

"Fuck you, huh?  You shit, you bring me a beer, and I'll pretend that you
didn't say that."

Ronnie marched over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of
Budweiser.  He uncapped it using the bottle opener that was installed on the
side of the kitchen cabinets.  As he neared Dick with the bottle, his
stepfather reached up and grabbed my cousin's ass, and growled, "you better
watch what you say to me or I'll have to fuck something."

Ronnie pulled away and I could see the look of fury on his face.  He avoided
looking at me in the eyes and back to the kitchen bar counter to call in the
order for the pizza.

He went back into his bedroom and put on a black T-shirt.  As he came back
to the living room, Uncle Dick said, "Cat got your tongue there, Tex," and
then laughed.

Ronnie grabbed the $20 off the table and said to me, "Come on, let's go."

He said nothing as we walked to the pizza parlor which was about half a mile
away.  I just followed him.  We got to the restaurant and went in.  The
pizza wasn't ready so we both sat down in a booth to wait.

Ronnie finally said, "Just forget what you hear.  This is shit that you
shouldn't tell anyone about, right.  Just trust me.  Stay away from him and
keep everything to yourself.  You shouldn't say anything about that asshole
to my Mom.  She thinks he is the most wonderful thing in her world.  I've
tried to tell her what an asshole he is.  We all have but she was so glad to
have a husband again and I think she's afraid she'll blow it and lose
another old man."

"Okay," I said.  "I won't say anything.  But why does he act that way to you
and why does he just stare at me?"

"Look, it's something that I really can't talk about and it's something you
don't really want to know," he said quietly.  I looked across the table and
wanted to reach over and hold his hand to comfort him.  He looked really
conflicted.  His long hair fell into his eyes as he looked down and I
thought I saw a tear.

I always get upset when others cry.  At school, I am always the first one to
come to someone's rescue when they are crying and I felt the same response
for my beautiful, older cousin who had been so kind to me since I'd arrived.

"Ronnie don't worry, I won't tell anything and you don't have to say
anything. It's okay," I said, desperately wanting to help sooth some of the
pain he was obviously feeling.

The waiter brought us our box of pizza and Ronnie paid the bill.  The waiter
was a tall Italian who was quite handsome, maybe about 18 or 19 years old.
He looked at Ronnie and nodded.  Ronnie grinned.  "Thanks, bud! We'll see
you around."

As we walked out the waiter stared at my cousins beautiful long legs.  I
wondered to myself what had just happened.  When I had played around in a
circle jerk last summer at tennis camp we all were naked and jacked off
together.  But I had never seen one of those guys look the way the waiter
looked at my cousin.

We left and walked back home as the sun set on a hot, humid summer night in
Washington DC.  I had resolved that I was going to do everything I could to
help my beautiful cousin...I was too young at the time to realize but I had a
serious crush on my cousin, not just his balls, but on his lanky good looks.
It felt good to have someone who was taking care of me.

When we got back to the apartment, Uncle Dick was still seated on the sofa,
although there were now three empty beer bottles on the coffee table in
front of him.

He looked at me when we walked in with hooded eyes. I immediately felt rage
at this man, this jerk who made my cousin so uncomfortable.

I glared at him.  "Fuck you," I thought.

He laughed as if he could hear my thoughts.

Ronnie and I sat down at the dining table and proceeded to eat the pizza.

Uncle Dick said, "Hey, `lil Tex, bring me a piece."

I looked at Ronnie and then decided that I was not going to let Dick
frighten me.  So I grabbed a napkin and a piece of pizza and walked over to
the sofa.  Dick had his legs stretched across the sofa and he was rubbing
his belly.  As much as I hated him, I couldn't take my eyes off his body.
He noticed and grabbed his crotch and said, "you like what you see, son?"

"What?" I said.  "Here's your stupid pizza."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him.  I hadn't been this close to
him and I was immediately aroused at his smell of manliness.  His strong
right hand held me in a tight grip and he said, "Don't play games with me,
son?  I just might have to teach you a lesson or two."

I was mesmerized at being so close to him, with the sensual smell of him,
and his muscular body with its the sexy hair all over.  My prick immediately
got hard.

He continued his hold and we both remained frozen when at last the front
door opened and Aunt Denise came in.

"Hey boys!  Hi honey," she said to Dick.

He immediately let go of me and I backed away feeling as though I had been
caught at something.

My aunt came over to her husband and leaned down to give him a kiss and
said, "Oh, Dick.  I missed you so much."

They kissed for a few moments then she stood up and started down the hall to
the bedroom.  "I see you got the boys some supper.  Let me get out of my
work clothes."

I went and sat back down at the table, my erection punching at the top of my
shorts.  I glanced over to Uncle Dick and he gave me a leer.  I had no idea
what to make of his actions and I looked at Ronnie, who just stared at me
and shook his head. He also glanced down at my tented shorts.

Ronnie said, "Come on, let's go outside for a smoke."  I followed him and we
both ran out the front door.  We walked again to the Seven Eleven, as we had
done the night before.  His friends were already assembled.  He lit up a
cigarette and started joking with the group, obviously feeling more at ease.
After about an hour Ronnie said to his friends that he had to get me back to
the apartment.  We both turned and walked to the apartment complex.

When we walked into the apartment, Uncle Dick was still seated on the sofa,
this time with several more bottles of beer on the coffee table.

Ronnie said, "where's mom?"

Uncle Dick replied, "She went to bed.  She has to be up early in the
morning.  I told her that I thought I'd take you two to the beach tomorrow."

"No way, man, I'm not going anywhere with you," Ronnie retorted.

"Well I'd hate to have a talk with your mother about that,  shitface!" he
said.

Ronnie's face was red and I could see that he wanted to throttle this man
who had invaded his life and who now clearly dictated everything in it.

"You two go get ready for bed and I'll be in to tuck in," Uncle Dick said
with a grin.

Ronnie headed to the bathroom and I went to the bedroom to put on my
pajamas.  As I undressed, I thought about the day.  I was exhausted.  My
emotions had run the gamut from shame to anger to love to fear.  On the one
hand I felt so much love for my cousin and on the other hand I felt so much
loathing for my step Uncle.  And yet, I was so confused at my conflicting
feelings of attraction for the man.

Ronnie came in and took off his shorts.  He looked at me and grinned and
said, "Well, I better put on something for bed, since you're in your
pajamas, `lil Tex."  He went to his dresser and put on a pair of underwear.
They were oversized and had somehow stretched out the elastic in the legs.
His huge, hairy sac hung out on each side as he turned around.

I had no confusion about what I thought about his balls.  I wanted them on
me. I wanted to suck on them.  I wanted to taste and feel my cousin's
manhood.  I wanted to suck on every part of his body.

He walked to the bed and sat down on top of the covers.  He lit a cigarette
and laid his head back against the headboard.

I followed to my twin bed and quickly got under the covers to hide the
excitement in my pajama bottoms. I had a feeling that Ronnie knew that I was
interested in the way his body looked, but I didn't know for sure if that
was okay with him.  He was so cool and he was so masculine and I didn't know
if he would be disgusted if he realized that I liked him in a way that was
hardly cool.

We sat and talked about his favorite rock band, Kiss.  He had Kiss posters
plastered around the room.   I couldn't help staring at one that showed Gene
Simmons extending the longest tongue I'd ever seen.  Ronnie said that Gene
was his favorite member of the band.  I was equally turned on by the guy
with the star painted on his eye.  I wanted to just bury my face in his
furry chest.  They were definitely hot.  Ronnie talked about the group all
the time.  All of his friends talked about them.  Kiss was definitely cool,
but I didn't think that my attraction to the tongue and the hairy chest
would be considered so cool by my older cousin.

Uncle Dick walked in the room.  It was the first time I'd seen him at his
full height of 6'2."  He seemed to tower over me from my small twin bed.
His long, firm legs were muscular and full of black hair.  The cutoff shorts
came up just underneath his crotch.  The jean shorts were worn and looked
like they had been rubbed.  His chest was muscular and hairy.  He had huge
biceps and long hairy arms.  He hadn't shaved for a couple of days and had a
thick growth of coarse black hair on his face.  He had a full head of medium
length black hair.  His sideburns and the hair above his ears were sprinkled
with a few grey hairs.  I felt completely overwhelmed and small next to this
giant man who towered over me.

"Are you boys ready for bed?" Uncle Dick asked with a smile and looked down
at me.

Ronnie just looked over at him.

"We'll have to get up early in the morning to get a head start of the
traffic if we want to have plenty of time at the beach." Dick said.

Ronnie reached down and scratched his left nut that hung out of the sides of
his oversized white briefs.

Uncle Dick sat down on my bed and I froze.  I felt so excited to be near him
but so leery of what he might do.

"What's this shit?" Uncle Dick asked me.  "What kind of little girl are you
that you wear pajamas."

I didn't know what to say so I just shrugged my shoulders.

"You're gonna sweat like a pig in this heat.  You should take off your
pajamas so you can sleep tonight."  He reached down and started to unbutton
my pajama top. I was frozen.

Slowly he undid each button and then lifted me up so that he could take off
the top.  I looked over at my cousin who was watching quite attentively.
Then my Uncle grabbed the pajama tops and yanked them down my legs.  I felt
so vulnerable lying there in my underwear.  And, with my prick standing
completely at obvious attention.  I shuddered at the feeling of having him
pull down my pants.  Uncle Dick looked at my crotch, smiled and then said,
"See, you're feeling better already, aren't you, you little shit."

He pulled my pajama bottoms off my feet and put one arm on each side of my
waist staring at me.  "Now you just do what I say, lil Tex, and we'll get
along just fine."

I swallowed, realizing that at the moment I would do anything he asked.
Anything to have this huge piece of manhood stay close to me so that I could
breathe in his scent.

I looked over at Ronnie, and his enormous cock was straining at the top of
his briefs.  His red, hairy ball sac hung out the side of his underwear.  He
rolled onto his side so that he faced us.

Uncle Dick reached down and started stroking my skinny chest, which was tan
from the pool time over the last two days.  "You've got real smooth skin,
dontcha!" he said.  I trembled at the sensation that shuddered through my
body as I felt his long, strong fingers caress my chest and small little
nipples.  I had never had anyone touch me this way before and I was feeling
sensations I had never felt before.

He continued to make small swirling motions down my belly and I
involuntarily moaned slightly.  "Ya like that, huh?"  Uncle Dick asked.

I nodded my head in ascent feeling any residual concern slip away.  He took
his pointer finger and swirled it around my belly button.  Then he went down
to the top of my briefs and drew his finger in a line just along the top.  I
moaned louder and my prick felt as though it was about to grow so large and
long that it would explode.

Uncle Dick looked me in the eye and said.  "Go to sleep now.  I'll get you
boys up in the morning."

He stood up and walked out.  I felt completely forlorn and looked at Ronnie
who just stared.  He reached over and turned out the light.

I lay in bed completely overwhelmed with what had just happened.  I didn't
know what to make of myself and my feelings.  I didn't know what to make of
Ronnie's reactions.  I didn't know why Uncle Dick just suddenly stopped when
he'd made me feel so good.  I had never thought about it but I'd always
jacked off with the thought of my friends' dicks.  And now I couldn't stop
obsessing over Ronnie's balls and my Uncle's hairy, sexy body.  And Gene
Simmons tongue. And Paul Stanley's chest hair.  And the incredibly hot
Italian waiter who'd been checking out my cousin.  I definitely was way
beyond cool at this point.  I actually wanted Uncle Dick to touch me.  I
wanted my cousin to put his nutsac on my face.

I rolled over feeling completely without anchor and yet yearning for more of
the sensations that I'd just felt.  I lay there for hours and then finally
fell asleep, my stiff little prick never giving up.