Date: Tue, 15 May 2007 11:52:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Did I do that, Uncle Jack Part 3

"Why has it gone soft again, Uncle Jack? Look, mine is still all stiff!"
We were lying on my bed, naked now, Billie by my side, his stiffy
pressing against my leg, his fingers tentatively caressing my flaccid
cock.
"Because I am older than you, Billie, and my cock doesn't always stay
stiff the way a boy's does."
He ran his fingers over my cockhead and then traced a vein the length of
the shaft. Immediately I felt the old familiar stirring, and my cock
began to twitch and engorge.
Billie gave a little cry. "It's growing again, Uncle Jack!"
In no time, I was breathless with excitement as my nephew worked me back
to erection. I was desperate to posess him. I pulled myself up in the
bed, propping myself on my pillows and lifted Billie on to me, his plump
bottom resting on my belly. The pressure of him on me was delicious. I
hoisted him up a little so that he was straddling my cock. It stuck up
between his parted legs, making it look as if it was his cock. His own
stiffy stuck out rigidly, a sure sign of his excitement.
"See, Billie, look between your legs. That is YOUR cock now!"
He squealed with delight. "Mine!" he said, wrapping his fingers round it
again.
I let him masturbate me for a while, but I had to make him stop before he
got me to the point of no return.
"What is all this sticky, Uncle Jack? It's not pee, is it?"
I explained to him about precum, and invited him to get his fingers wet
with it and then feed his fingers into my mouth so that I could taste
myself, something I always loved doing.
Then Billie, without any prompting from me, did the same. "Mmmm, it's
funny stuff, but it's nice too, Uncle Jack. Why don't I make sticky stuff
like you?"
"Maybe you can, Billie. I know a good way to find out. Do you want me to
show you?"
Yes, please!!!"
I loved his eagerness, and I knew that everything was going to work out
now.
I laid him on his back and went down on his penis, taking it lovingly
between my lips and playing my tongue around it. His foreskin was tight,
of course, but I used my thumb and forefinger to gently easy it back,
exposing a gorgeous pinkish head that I licked hungrily before taking him
into my mouth and working my lips up and down the shaft to give him the
pleasure that I knew he craved. He uttered little moans, which only
served to make me work harder to make him feel good, the way a boy feels
good when a man sucks his cock for him. Then, I raised him and let my
tongue slide down over his ballsac and find the tight little rosebud of
his boypussy. He gave a gasp of surprise, but soon accepted this new
experience.
"I like that, Uncle Jack," he murmured. I pushed my tongue into him as
far as it would go, and then substituted a finger so that I could massage
him in that special way that we have to make a boy feel good. He was
totally relaxed now, and I was able to insert a second finger to stretch
and tease him.
My own cock was rockhard now, pressing into the bed and throbbing hard
against my belly. I was so ready for him now, I knew there could be no
turning back.
"Am I making sticky, Uncle Jack?" he asked.
I rolled over on to my back, and beckoned to Billie to climb back on to
me, only this time facing me.
"A little, Billie, but there is another way to be sure you will make
sticky. Do you want to try it?"
He nodded, eager as ever to play nice games with his nice uncle. I put my
hands under him and raised him gently, manoeuvring to get the tip of my
cockhead poised against his moist stretched hole. I loved how his little
penis pointes stiffly at my body while I gradually pulled him apart to
get my cock at the entrance to his love-hole.
"Hold your stiffy, Billie, and I will hold mine. Then we can have real
fun."
I grasped the shaft of my cock and guided it to his hole, feeling him
stretch a little. I am not one of those men with a huge fat cock. Mine is
rather slim, and I knew that he could take it without too much
discomfort. All the same, he made a movement of protest. I reassured him
that it was all right, and that it was the best way for a boy to make
sticky: rubbing himself while a man massaged him "inside" with his cock.
It was just like heaven having Billie riding my cock and at the same time
working his fist over his stiffy. His eyes were wide as he sought mine,
looking for reassurance that this was the right way to do things. I
smiled at him and nodded.
"You are doing fine, Billie. And you are a very very clever boy to take
all of Uncle Jack's cock inside you like this. Does it feel nice?"
He nodded, a brave smile on his face.
"Is it nice for you, Uncle Jack?"
What could I say? I was breathless now, concentrating on the sensations
of my cock gripped tightly by his boypussy as I worked slowly but surely
deeper into him. And then, that moment that is the glory of every man,
that moment when your cock seems to stiffen even more and you know that
the first wonderful spurt of hot cum is about to erupt. It is a magical
moment, and I felt it coming, unstoppable now. I felt it start deep in my
belly, and then massive electric pulses down my thighs and my legs, and
nameless tinglings throughout my body as the first surge began. I pumped
deep into Billie, filling him with my warm life-seed, the most precious
gift that a man can give to a boy.
"It's all right, Billie," I whispered, seeing the startled look in his
eyes, "you have helped me to make LOTS of lovely sticky, and it's all
inside you."
I reached round and held his stiff penis in my fingers. It felt warm and
silky, I so wished he could cum too, but I knew he was not ready for it.
My cock quickly detumesced and slid out of him. He pulled back and looked
at it. It was wet with my cum, and was still oozing droplets on to the
bed. He held it again, feeling its wetness.
"Did I do that, Uncle Jack?" he said in wonder.
"You did, Billie, you are a wonderful and clever boy."
He smiled proudly, and then looked down at his own penis.
"But I didn't make sticky, did I?"
"Not yet, Billie, but if we keep trying, one day you will. Do you want to
go on trying?"
"Yes please, Uncle Jack!"

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