Date: Sun, 13 May 2007 17:18:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Did I do that, Uncle Jack Part 2

The next morning, with mother safely out of the way, Billie once again
came and sat on the arm of the armchair where I, as usual, was lounging
in my pjs, in no hurry to get dressed. We fooled around a bit, the sort
of wrestling, tickling stuff that kids love, and in no time he was lying
head down on me, while I teasingly started to spank his butt. I realised
at that moment that he was so positioned that his crotch was resting
directly on mine. All he had on were those loose shorts, so as I paddled
his butt, I knew that I was sending little jolts to his penis which
transmitted directly to my trembling cock. I shifted my position and felt
my cock stir up and emerge from the fly of my pjs so that it was now
separated from Billie's sweet little penis only by the flimsy material of
his shorts. He squealed and giggled as I continued to direct loving
little slaps to his buttocks, but soon the giggling stopped as he became
aroused. I could just make out the stiffening of his penis against mine,
which was still no more than semi-erect, but as sensitive as I could ever
remember it. My mind was dizzy with the realisation that it would take
very little now for our cocks to touch naked against each other.
I rested my hands on his butt and allowed my fingers to press gently into
the delicious cleft between his asscheeks, knowing how much that would
arouse him. Without warning, he suddenly wriggled free and slid off me.
But at once, he climbed back on my lap, straddling my thighs and reaching
down for my exposed cock, which had so fascinated him the day before when
he had caressed me to full erection. This time, he wrapped his little
fingers round it, holding it below the helmet-shaped cockhead, and
squeezed it.
"Why isn't it hard, like yesterday, Uncle Jack?" he said a little
anxiously.
"It soon will be if you keep a hold of it like that, Billie," I said
softly.
I put my hand gently over his and showed him how to move his fist up and
down.
"Wow," he said softly as he felt it grow and harden under his stroking
fingers.
I can tell you, there is no more wonderful sensation in this world than
to feel a boy's fingers wrapped round your cock. I was in heaven at that
moment. I closed my eyes and allowed him to masturbate me. Inexpertly, of
course, but it was all part of the excitement for me that he was just
learning how to work a man's cock. I reached between his legs, and slid
my fingers under the loose hem of his shorts to locate his prize. And
what a prize it was! He had a wonderful little stiffy, the sort that is
designed for a loving man's lips. But that, I knew, would have to wait.
FOr now, I just reciprocated his movements on my cock by masturbating him
gently, loving the feel of his loose foreskin covering the head of his
boy-cock.
I knew that his mother would not be back till lunchtime, so we had plenty
of times for our sexy games.
"I like you touching me there, Uncle Jack," he said, giving me one of his
most beautiful smiles.
"Same here, Billie."
He gripped my cock tighter, feeling its rockhardness under his fingers.
"Did I do that, Uncle Jack? Did I make it all hard?"
I nodded and gave him a hug.
"You are a very clever boy, Billie. Do you like holding my cock?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm!!"
"And I like holding yours," I replied, giving his stiffy a little
squeeze.
"I know an even nicer game, Billie. What say we put them together?"
He thought about this for a moment.
"OK," he said. As if I needed his permission!
"Let's go upstairs and on to my bed, it'll be much more fun up there."
Walking upstairs behind him, ogling his pretty bubble butt, and at the
same time stroking my hard-on, I was almost breathless with the
realisation of what was about to happen, and how good it would be for
Billie as well as for me.
[To be continued. Comments to gropechick@yahoo.com]

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