Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2003 11:26:46 -0800 (PST)
From: lingomark@yahoo.com
Subject: FRANKIE AND UNCLE ED RELAX ONE AFTERNOON

This is a supplement to the story: FRANKIE AND UNCLE ED.

This is a fictional story about a young boy and an older man, and the
sexual relationship that he gains with him.  If such offends you, or is
illegal in your area, do not read.  For anyone else who wishes to, read on:

Well, 18, and sitting in his first morning class, Frankie was fully awake,
and fully erect as well.  It's not the situation that you have much control
over at school, but he remembered a time, just by being home, his boycock
would get all the attention it craved.

That year, moving in with Uncle Ed, was so wonderful!  Not only did he find
a father figure, but Ed made him the center of his world He also was the
fun kind of man he wanted to be with every moment, and he showed him true
love in everything he did.  After they endured enough tension, you may
recall, they confessed their desire for each other, and added the hot
boy/man sex that deepened their relationship.

It could have been a bad deal.  Frankie could have asked Uncle Ed if he
wanted to jerk off with him, or suck dicks, and he say no.  Or, Ed could
have tried forcing his whole mancock into his throat, or worse, anus.  But,
despite being a man who violated society's taboos, he was so tender, and
Frankie loved him for both things.

Where would he be without Uncle Ed?  He and his mom, sister, and new
stepfather lived with him now.  The traditions that came with such a
blended family would have left him feeling quite isolated without his
Uncle.  Maybe a religious element, but one that even Ed found practical, as
his extended family liked to rest on Sunday afternoons.

This time, sister was reading.  Mom and Dad were locked in their room,
being newlyweds.  But Frankie was not one to take naps.  But he knew at his
tender age of 11 years, just what would relax him the most.

Frankie knew that taking the initiative always accelerated the progress on
these things.  Showing that playing with his puppy was boring him, and
setting him down, Frankie walked up to Ed, seated in his big chair, and
simply held his arms out.  That is all that Ed needed to know.  He had
Frankie in his lap, facing him, straddling his waist in no time.  Frankie
loved his Uncle's hairy chest, and he put his hands there.  But his eyes
told the rest.

Beyond the thick glasses were the most shimmering green eyes that lit up
Ed's world like no other.  But the look was unmistakable, one that Frankie
meant: Uncle, I love you, and I need you!

"Come along Frankie, you're too bored for your own good.  I'm going to put
you down for a nap, or at least a rest.  You can read on your bunk next to
mine, but I will sleep."  Ed said this for the benefit of Sister, who at
least would know what they said they were going to do.

Frankie knew that he and Uncle were going to have some sort of sex, but he
had to wonder.  With it being day, and Mom and Stepfather in the next room,
would it be safe to get into a 69, or watch Uncle suck him off, which
always gave him several orgasms?

There was no doubt about the need to strip at least to your shorts for a
"nap".  Ed had Frankie's tiny 11-year-old frame in his arms before they got
into the bed.  No doubt about it, they both felt their boners through the
other's shorts.  Frankie just layed there in his Uncle's arms, with the
same "loving you, needing you" look in his eyes, plus a bit of wonder, not
knowing what they will do.

Ed's answer was soon.  He rolled Frankie out of his arms and layed him to
his side.  He put his hand on the bump where his boyboner was, and began
rubbing it.  What made this so special was, Ed hardly ever simply jerked
him off, unless during a 69, while he sucked his balls or rimmed his
boyhole with his tongue.  And, how the feelings escalated when Ed pulled
his 2-inch boner out of his shorts, and he made sure the sides of their
bodies were fully touching.  Then, he put a light blanket across the both
of them There was a reason for all of this.

With Frankie loving to watch his cock being sucked, Ed relied on the
closeness his head had to his body, and the hands on his butt, to tell of
the signals of orgasm approaching.  Frankie did not moan, and loved them so
much, he even tried not to reveal them, so Ed, unselfish as he was, would
keep sucking him to another, and another.  Sure, he helped Uncle get off
many times, but Ed always wanted him to do this willingly.

But, this time, as Ed lubricated his hand with his spit, and began to
slowly jerk Frankie's ever reddening, stiff boner, he could feel the waves
of pleasure go through Frankie, with all of this skin touching.  This time,
Ed was going to have all the signals of Frankie's approaching orgasm, and
enjoy watching him get off!

Ed continued to slowly pump Frankie's boydick with his thumb and first to
fingers, and as Frankie would raise his hips in pleasure, Uncle would
stroke him faster, and slow down, too, if the breaths and twitches did not
seem just right.

Really, this was the best sex you could have on a Sunday afternoon with Mom
and Stepfather so close by, Frankie thought.  And the feelings of Ed's
powerful hand, doing delicate moves on his small cock, were so nice!

Ed could feel Frankie really tense up now, and start holding breaths
between waves of pleasure and the twitches he could feel in his body.  Ed
sped up the jerking to accommodate with the speed that he would normally be
humping his mouth, for this time, it was his hand getting that horny wiener
thrust into.

Frankie lifted his hips all the way off of the bed, and with what seemed
like a whole minute, held his breaths, and his hips there in the air.  Ed
knew what to do.  He relubricated his hand like always, and then stroked
him slowly as each twitch of the orgasm showed in his body's movements.

Uncle Ed did it again.  Got my little boyhood off again, better than I can
do it myself.  That must be what happens when you love the one you are
having sex with.  With that thought, he rolled back into Ed's arms, and
said "I love you, Uncle!"  His green eyes showed the contentment and
satisfaction, and his boyhugs showed the love and gratitude.

Ed told Frankie that he must lie there about 20 minutes more, relaxing or
reading, and when he fell asleep, to leave the room and shut the door.  He
would later tell his parents for him what a good boy he was, taking his
"nap".  "But, Uncle, what about your..." Ed knew what he meant before he
finished the sentence.  It was so sweet of Frankie to want his Uncle to get
off, too.  But, he was still being careful.  "I'll take care of that
myself, little man, okay?"  Frankie just beamed from ear to ear, so happy
his uncle was so unselfish and always made his pleasure as well as his well
being come first.