Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2007 10:27:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Did I do that, Part 5

It had been a fun afternoon. My old friend Deggie had turned up and we soon
got down to our usual fun and games, which in our case meant some good old
fashioned mutual masturbation. By the time he left, I was exhausted but
very very satisfied. I cracked open a bottle of wine and had a couple of
glasses and then shucked off my clothes and fell into bed, naked and ready
for sleep. I was awakened by the phone. It was my sister asking me if I
could take Billie overnight as she was going out. He had his own key to my
house so I told her he should let himself in and make his way to his bed in
the spare room. With that I fell into a deep sleep again, soothed by the
afternoon's wanking session and the good red wine.

The next thing I woke with a start to find Billie snuggled up next to me in
my bed, naked, his fingers wrapped round my flaccid cock. He was working it
the way I had shown him, slowly root to head and back.

"Why doesn't it get big, Uncle Jack?" he said in a tearful voice, "What am
I doing wrong? It won't get hard."

I sighed. This was no porn story where the guys get hard at once, cum and
then get hard again in no time. And I was no porn stud. But how to explain
all this to my Billie?

"You're not doing anything wrong, Billie, it's just that, I, well, I'm a
bit tired, that's all. And when a man is tired, his penis sometimes stays
soft. OK?"

"But I want to make it hard for you, Uncle Jack," he pleaded.

I reached down and found he had a throbbing stiffy already. Lucky kid!

"OK, let me tell you how you can make a man's cock hard when it doesn't
seem to want to get hard," I said, deciding there was no escape from
Billie's determination to bring me off. Bless him.

"I call it the slow-quick-slow wank, Billie."

"Ooh, what's that?" he replied, his voice showing his eagerness for new fun
and games with mancock. I explained to him that he had to do ten quick
strokes, then ten very slow strokes, then ten quick strokes, and so on,
alternating quick and slow. He set to work with a will, starting with ten
quick strokes that had little effect, followed by ten very slow strokes. By
the time he had got to the last slow strokes, I was beginning to get
aroused and I felt my cock responding as the blood began to surge into it.

"It's coming, Uncle Jack!" he shouted.

"OK, but remember, keep doing quick then slow..."

The next ten fast strokes had me really up and I began to feel the old urge
to jack off to climax. But dutifully, Billie then did another ten very slow
strokes. It was agonising. My cock was rock hard now, and I was desperate
for my orgasm. I could barely wait for him to do the next ten quick
strokes.

"Wow," he breathed, "your cock's really hard, Uncle Jack, and I did it!"

"Do it, Billie," I whispered urgently, "bring me off. Make me cum!"

"Can I kiss it, Uncle Jack?"

Without waiting for my reply, he brought his mouth down on my cock and
bravely stretched his lips wide to take it in, all the while holding the
shaft and stroking. Instinctively, I put my hands on his head to hold him
down on my cock, forcing it deeper into his mouth. I had promised myself I
would never do that, but I was out of control. I needn''t have worried,
though. My Billie worked my cock beautifully, making little gurgling noises
as he salivated over it and sucked on it, his fingers all the time gripping
the shaft like he was feeding it into his greedy mouth.

"I'm cumming, Billie," I said hoarsely, wanting to warn him. I felt his
head nod as if to signal that he was ready for my spunk. Despite my
tiredness, despite the wine, despite my earlier session with Deggie, I felt
my ballsac tighten and a first surge erupt from my cock and into Billie's
eager mouth. I knew from experience that I would not shoot so much cum now,
for which I was glad, as I didn't want to overwhelm my Billie. But again, I
needn't have worried. Valiantly, he kept his mouth over my cock and
swallowed a fair proportion of my manseed, while the rest dribbled from his
lips, down his chin and over the fist that still held me firmly by the
root. I let out a long aaaaaaahhhh of contentment. Billie came up and
planted a wet kiss on my mouth, giving me a wonderful taste of my own cum.

"I did that, Uncle Jack!" he said proudly, showing the puddles of my cum on
his chin and fingers."

"Yes, you did, Billie. And I am SO proud of you!"

"Uncle Jack?"

"yes, Billie?"

"Will you suck my stiffy now like you did before. I think I might make
sticky too this time."

How could I refuse him? I reached down and took his delicious stiffy
between my thumb and forefinger.



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