Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2007 14:46:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Did I do that, Uncle Jack Part 7

Did I do that, Uncle Jack Part 7

Billie makes it happen


Last night, I was sitting in my easy chair as usual. My sister and her
friend were on the sofa nearby and we were watching some crap movie on
TV. They seemed to like it, but I was just there for want of something
better to do. Billie came down from his room, announced he had finished
his homework, and came and sat on the arm of my chair. He put one leg on
either side of my arm and pulled my leg hard back into his groin. I guess
he wanted to make himself comfortable. And then he began humping on my
arm the way a dog sometimes humps someone's leg. He was already hard, his
stiffy rubbing against the back of my arm just above the elbow.
I was petrified. Surely my sister and her friend would see what was going
on and all hell would break loose. I know I should have moved my arm, but
I didn't. I didn't because I loved the feel of Billie's hard penis
against my arm, separated from my naked flesh only be the thin material
of a light summer shirt. Sheesh, Billie, I thought, you are one horny
so-and-so! I desperately wanted to take my cock out, but all I could do
was surreptitiously to put my hand over my groin and gently press my
fingers there. It was agony and it was bliss all rolled into one.
"For goodness' sake, stop fidgeting, Billie!" his mother said suddenly.
"Leave Uncle Jack alone. Watch the Tv or go to your room."
"Sorry, mom. Sorry Uncle Jack."
Billie remained still, but he was still as stiff as a bone. I pressed my
arm back against his crotch, just to let him know that I knew he was hard
and that I approved. It was so difficult for us both to remain still when
what we both wanted was to play our wonderful cockgames together. Billie
wriggled again, and then went rigid, and I guessed he was having one of
his precious dry orgasms. I knew what he needed most at that moment was
to thrust his penis into my mouth and let me suck him off. Poor Billie.
Poor Uncle Jack. What could we do with an audience of two women onlyu
inches away from us? Billie moaned as he felt the thrills coursing
through his body.
"What IS the matter with you, Billie?" His mother sounded really
irritated now. "Can't you keep still for a single minute?"
I felt like saying: No, sis, we can't keep still when our cocks are hard
and we are on fire with the need to spunk up. Instead, I said meekly:
"It's ok, sis, it doesn't bother me. I like having Billie next to me."
At that, she gave me a long hard look. Then she looked at my hand resting
in my crotch. Then at Billie, straddling my arm. Then at me again, her
eyes meeting mine,
"So it seems, Jack," she said, her voice hard.
Hell, I thought, you make out with other women, sis, so why are you
surprised if I have the hots for Billie? Instead I tried to return her
gaze before turning back to the TV.
"Look," she said, "it's clear neither of you is interested in this movie,
so why don't you go up to Billie's room and do whatever it is you two
like doing together?"
Wow! Did my sister REALLY know what was going on? Whatever, the problem
was that it was going to be difficult for Billie to hide his stiffy,
which was tenting inside his pants, while I was already semi-erect,
showing a telltale bulge when I stood up.
My sister's girlfriend looked at us briefly and giggled, but my sister
glared at her and she stopped.
Billie and I left the room with as much dignity as we could muster, given
the bulges in our pants, and went up to his room. As soon as we were
inside and the door closed, Billie threw himself at me, arms round my
neck, legs round my waist and kissed me full on the lips. I returned the
embrace with all the passion of which I was capable, and felt my cock
rising to full agonising erection. I sank back on Billie's bed and
lowered him on to me, holding him hard against my cock.
"Oh wow, Uncle Jack," he whispered, "you got a hard on too. Did I do
that, Uncle Jack?"
"You know you did, Billie. You always give me a hard on."
"I get a hard on for you too, Uncle Jack. Isn't it great how we get hard
for each other?"
"Mmmmmm, it sure is!"
"Uncle Jack, I want to spunk up for you, I want to make cum the way you
do. Help me, please!"
The pleading tone in his voice took my breath away. Has a beautiful horny
boy ever begged you to help him cum? It's a heart-stopping moment and I
was determined to use all my cocksucking powers to help him achieve his
dream. I laid him back on the bed, his legs dangling over the side.
"Take it out for me, Billie. You know how I love to look at your
beautiful cock."
And he offered it to me the way only a boy can offer himself to a man
with that take-me look in his eyes that made my cock twitch. He held it
by the base between his forefinger and middlefinger, his palm down and
pressing on his belly. The sight of it sticking up between his fingers
begging to be sucked was enough to drive me crazy. I didn't touch his
cock at first, I just curled my lips back over my teeth and used my
pursed lips to slide wetly back and forth over the head of his penis. Bit
by bit I worked on his foreskin, pushing it back further and further
until it all but cleared the ridge of his cockhead. We had never done
this before, but now I knew was the moment to stretch his foreskin back
behind his ridge to expose the full glory of his dark pink cockhead. My
tongue explored it and explored under the rim of his tight foreskin while
my lips continued to push it back until it was nestling behind the ridge.
Then I pulled back and looked down at his penis.
"Look, Billie, look how beautiful it is. See how the whole of your
cockhead is showing!"
He looked down proudly.
"Just like yours, Uncle Jack. Only smaller, of course."
"Just like mine," I murmured, putting my hand over his fingers and then
gently taking hold of the root of his cock while I returned to the
cocksucking that I knew he wanted so badly.
"Make me cum, please, Uncle Jack. I want to make sticky like you do."
"Fuck my mouth, Billie," I said urgently.
He began thrusting into my mouth as I worked the magic with my lips and
my tongue until we were moving in complete harmony, meeting on the
downstroke and parting only to come together again. I felt the tip of his
penis against my soft palate and gagged momentarily. Billie flinched.
"It's ok, Billie. Relax."
I took him in my mouth again and this time ensured that he slid past the
soft palate and further into my throat, where I could enjoy his cock to
the full.
"I want to cum, I want to cum, I want to cum...." he intoned, like a
mantra, thrusting harder and faster into my mouth.
And then, to our mutual joy, he stiffened, juddered, held still for a
moment, poised on the brink of orgasm. I put my hand under him and felt
that his ballsac had tightened, his balls aligned now. And then he came,
his first ever glorious spurt hitting the back of my throat!
He let out a series of long aaaaahhhs with each spasm until he had
exhausted the supply of his boicum into my waiting throat. I let his cock
slide back a little to rest on my tongue so that I could savour his
nectar. There is no sweeter taste in this world than the taste of a boy's
nectar on your tongue, it is something special, different from a man's
cum, it is a delicate, almost sweetish spunk but with a texture like
liquid silk. I can't describe the joy I felt at that moment. My Billie
had cum for the first time in his life. And I was the instrument of his
pleasure. I knew it would be the first of many such moments between us.
The door opened behind us. I still had Billie's cock in my mouth and his
cum dribbling down my chin when I heard my sister's voice:
"Having fun, you two?"

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