Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 09:18:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Giovanni Major Mastrogiacomo <giomjrmastro@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Fish Story

This is sort of a prequel to `A Night at Grandma's.'

My Uncle Bill and I have always been close.  My dad died when I was so
young I don't have any memories of him but my mom's brother has always been
there for me; not as a dad, per say, but more like a big brother.  We're
actually not all that far apart in age, about ten years.  As a little kid,
those ten years made a huge difference but now, those ten years are almost
meaningless.

From the moment that my sexuality started developing, thoughts centered on
my Uncle Bill.  I knew what gay meant and I was more certain of my being
gay than I was of the sky being blue.  My mom and my grandma were nice
women, but they were the only women on the planet as far as I could tell.
My eyes only see males; women never enter my mind -- ever.

Weekends at Grandma's cabin with Uncle Bill are the best, most vivid
memories of my life.  My grandparents bought several heavily wooded acres
on a tiny, secluded lake in northern Minnesota.  The property on one side
was adjacent to a swampy, wildlife area while on the other side of the
lakefront acreage an elderly couple from Rochester had a clunky old trailer
house on their four-acre parcel of forest.

The old couple rarely came to their lake place when I was a kid, they were
too old I guess.  So, as just about everybody else was squeezed onto their
seventy-five foot wide lots, I had a couple thousand feet of beach and
forest to chase around in.  I thought we owned half the lake and I got
pretty testy when fishing boats or hunters came anywhere near my world.

Since my grandpa died, my grandma rarely came went up to the cabin.  My mom
was always working so usually it was just my Uncle Bill and me.
Occasionally there maybe a friend that he and/or I would invite along but
mostly, we had the place to ourselves.  The little log cabin itself, sat on
the edge of a very steep hill or knoll, overlooking the water, while a
haphazard stone staircase wondered down the hill, off to the side, leading
to a boathouse and the little beach.

Moss framed flagstones forming a half-circle patio reached from the cabin
right out to the very edge of the hill that dropped off down to the lake,
the hill was almost steep enough to call it a cliff.  And it was an early
morning that I sat, hanging my feet over the edge, listen for the Loons
when I saw what would become my most cherished memory of all.

Spread out on our little beach, in the spotlight of the morning sun, I
watched my Uncle Bill's naked body roll onto its back and proceed to touch
his penis is ways I never could have imagined at my young age.  Mesmerized,
I watched his hand in a blur of activity make his penis hard and then spray
something out of its end, a bunch of thick, globby stuff.  His upper body
bounced as if he was doing stomach crunches as the junk kept squirting out
of his hard penis.

My own penis hardened as I watched him.  I wanted to know what that was all
about.  Somehow, my young brain knew whatever that activity was; it
absolutely had to be something I learned.  Seeing Uncle Bill's arms and
legs flop limply to the sand, I saw his stomach rise and fall as he caught
his breath.  Then one of his hands scrapped the globby liquid off his
stomach and he ATE IT!

I almost threw up!  Wasn't that like pee or something?  I had no idea why
he would do that.  It was like watching those people in cars on the highway
that pick their nose and then stick it in their mouth; gross!  But his
naked body was up and moving toward the stairs as he wrapped his towel
around his waist.  I hightailed it back into the cabin and pretended to be
just coming down from the loft bedroom as Uncle Bill entered.

"Hey kiddo.  Half the day is gone, thought you were going to sleep forever.
Hungry?"

"Yah, I am.  Starved."  I tried to sound casual as my disobedient eyes
carefully examined his towel in the hope of seeing even the faintest
outline of his penis.

Uncle Bill didn't seem to notice and I was relieved when he washed his
hands before making breakfast for us.  As his lean body moved around the
kitchen, I couldn't help but memorize his handsome physique.  Standing less
than six feet tall, especially wrapped in the little towel, his legs looked
too long but were gorgeous even so.  Runners legs, covered with thick,
silky brown hair.  The tops of his feet and even the knuckles of his toes
sprouted tufts of hair.  (To this day, I will instantly cum in my pants
when I see hobbit feet on a guy.)

Bill's towel accented the high curve of his ass while my uncle's upper half
was well toned.  Seeing the thick brownish-blond hair making its way up out
of the towel, I remember when I first noticed Uncle Bill's groin hair
making a thin line up to his belly button.  It was my mission in life to
watch the progression of hair as it went from a pencil line to a pyramid to
a wrap-around and then to puddle in a thick tuft at the base of his back,
then cascade down over those butt checks with their big `dents' as I called
them.

My uncle used to spend any number of nights at our house while my mom, a
nurse, worked overnight shifts or weekend shifts, whatever the case may
have been.  So seeing Bill naked was no big deal.  Well, at first it hadn't
been a big deal.  Then I started noticing how my stomach fluttered when I'd
see him step out of the shower or how my penis would get hard as I watched
him strip in the boathouse before putting on his swim trunks.

It would become a sacred research project, keeping track of his body hair.
In less than one year, his silk spread up past his belly button, plowing a
pyramidal path up to his chest.  It was like a weed on steroids.  It not
only crept over his tight stomach ripples but it continued getting thick
and thicker.  While the body hair spread upward, his whiskers spread
downward, until eventually they met each other and left no line to define
one from the other.

And then eventually, as he went of to college, it got scary.  His chest
hair draped itself over his shoulders and slid down his back.  At first, I
was horrified; my beloved Uncle Bill was a werewolf!  He was being
suffocated by his own body hair!  Like a magical switch that someone,
somewhere flipped; Uncle Bill's affliction would eventually become my most
arousing and secret obsession.

Anyway, that morning, a few years earlier, making our breakfast, his back
to me, I could see his muscles slipping around under his tan skin.  His
arms, from the back, a dead give away that he worked out a lot.  Already
his `V'-shaped torso was going from young teenager to young man.  Uncle
Bill stood sideways to me, at the sink while my eyes telescoped in on the
bump in his towel.  I could see the outline of his big mushroom head on the
end of his impressive cock.  Even when flaccid, the thick shaft had a sort
of a curve toward the end, making it look as if he was always getting an
erection.

"Yo!  G-man!  Where are you?  I've been talking like a fool and you're
zoned out someplace.  What ya thinking about?"

Yah, like I was going to tell him I was thinking how nice his cock was?  Or
that I wanted to know what that white, globby stuff was that he made shoot
out of his dick?

"Skiing.  I want to go skiing."

"No sweat.  Can we eat first?"  He playfully cuffed the back of my head but
the only thing that registered in my frazzled little brain was a smell.  I
couldn't identify it, but it made my dick hard.  What kind of smell could
do such a thing?

I deliberately dropped my fork so I could look under the table at him.  I
wanted to look under his towel and see his fat dick as it nestled between
his big balls.  I was in luck, he had his foot up on a rung of his chair
and not only could I see under his towel but I thought he had half an
erection!  I hit my head on the table trying to hurry back up before my
hands could reach out to him.

"What is with you today, bud?  Are you drunk young man?  Are you taking my
drugs?"

"You take drugs?"

"Shut up!  I'm kidding.  It's just that you're so retarded today.  What's
going on?"

"Well, can I... never mind."

"Oh no you don't.  I hate when people do that.  Don't start to give me
something and then pull it back.  Out with it.  What's the matter?"

"It's nothing really.  Just dumb kid stuff."

"So?  My dumb kid days aren't all that far behind me, ya know.  Maybe I can
help?"

"It's too embarrassing."

"SEX!  PENIS!  DICK! COCK!  Or even worse, could it be?  Dare I say it?
Will my mouth be able?  MASTURBATION!  WHACKING WILLY!  BEATING OFF!"
Uncle Bill kept yelling out all those words, making me even more shy.

"SHUT UP!"

"Well?"

"Yes."

"Big deal.  What do you want to know?  Do you know anything at all?"

"No."  I mumbled as I hung my head in shame.

"Hey, hey, buddy, no biggie.  We all have to learn it somewhere, somehow.
I'd rather you get real information from me instead of what the dope Trevor
or Travis or whatever his name is would tell you."

"Taylor."

"Oh that's right.  Terrible Taylor.  I don't trust that little shit.  So
out with it.  What's on your mind?"

"I don't know."

"OK, I remember when I was to shy to say the words too.  I'll help ya out,
k?  Your penis gets hard; you don't know what to do with it.  Am I close?"

"Yah."

"Fine.  Hey G-man, it's nothing to be ashamed of.  Every man on Earth does
it.  Well, the sane ones, anyway.  Never trust a man that won't beat off.
Your dick gets hard, you grab onto it in whatever way feels good and yank
up and down until it feels like your going to pee or explode or something
and all your little sperms come shooting out as your brain is sent into
blissful oblivion.  Have you tried it?  Or do you even know what I'm
talking about?"

"I saw it.  Once."

"OK.  What, one of your friends or something?  Ya know, when dudes get to
be about your age or a little older some of them will get together and
stand around watching each other beat off.  It's called a circle jerk.
Everybody spews their wad and you go out for pizza.  Or in your case, come
home and do your homework.  Whatever.  Making any sense?  So you saw some
neighbor kid and it got you curious?"

"Sort of."

"Sort of?  There's no sort of when it comes to coming.  You do or you
don't.  And the don't part can be a bitch.  Every day your body gets more
and more hungry for a good masturbation session.  Your whole personality
will change, you'll do some pretty freaky things just to get off, let me
tell you.  So who was it?  Not that Tigger or Trailer kid was it?"

"I told you, Taylor."

"Him?  You saw him?  That's just sad.  What a putz."

"It was you."

"It was you, what?"

"I saw you."

"Me?  I never jacked off in front of you!  Your mom would have me arrested
for child abuse!  Uh ah, not me, kiddo.  I don't what you saw but it wasn't
that."

"You ate it."

"I wha-?  OH!  You little shit!  You were spying on me!"

"Was not!  I was up here on the patio and I saw you down on the beach doing
something and then all that stuff shot out on your chest, and stomach and I
saw you!  You ate it!"

"OK, OK, I'm busted.  You weren't supposed to see that.  I'm sorry.  Have I
permanently dented your brain-box?"

"No.  But my pe..." I couldn't say the word.

"Penis, dick, cock, schlong, pecker."

"-Got hard watching you.  My stomach felt weird.  I wanted to do it too."

"Listen.  You little dudes get erections just like grown men.  All the
blood in your brain drops out and fills up your cock.  It will demand
attention.  Eventually you'll train the damn thing to behave.  For the most
part.  But G-man, buddy, it's natural and it's NOT naughty.  You're not
exactly supposed to spread out on a public beach and ejaculate all over the
place, but I ... THOUGHT ... I was alone.  Your mother is going to kill me."

"You're not telling on me, are you?"  Panic made my voice crack.

"Me?  Tell on you?  I thought you were going to tell on me!  I don't want
her to know about this anymore than you do!"

"Oh, there's no way I'm telling her anything about this!"

"OK, blood pressure.  Blood pressure.  Take a deep breath."  Uncle Bill
closed his eyes, slowly inhaling as I watched his nipples ride his square
chest muscles.

"Would you teach me?"

He coughed.  "What?  Teach?  I thought I just did.  Hard, grab, pull,
Heaven.  It's called masturbation and ejaculation."

"Can we have a circle?"

"Whoa!  Ho!  OK, wow.  Ah, air.  I need air."  Bill looked sort of like he
was going to faint or throw up as he got up from his chair and quickly
moved outside to the patio.

I watched him though the window, pacing back and forth in his bare feet and
towel.  His body glistened with a fine coat of sweat.  He stuffed his hands
into the tangle of curls on his head, turning to face me.  The big tufts or
hair in his armpits hypnotized me.  Watching me for a moment as I tried to
rip my eyes of his nakedness, he suddenly seemed to find some answer that
was written on the front of the cabin.

"Gio, come on out here."  Bill motioned me to join him on the patio.

I slowly walked out, feeling very much like I felt before getting one of my
mom's lectures.  Uncle Bill sat on the top of the picnic table and my eyes
locked onto his now, almost eye-level groin.  As afraid as I was regarding
what I thought was going to happen, I couldn't help but stare into the area
under his towel where his testicles hung behind his penis.  My own penis
got hard.

"OK kid, here's the deal.  I'll teach you about sex, but this is between
you and me, nobody, and I do mean nobody else.  You tell your mom, that
trailer kid or anybody else and I'll hunt you down like an old dog.  Clear?

I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  My very own idol was going to teach
me how to do what I saw him do.  I concentrated all the more on his exposed
groin as he shoved his hands through his curls again.  He seemed to notice
then I had been watching his groin not his eyes.

"Yo, Mr. Voyeur, up here, hey.  Yah, the eyes not the dick.  Am I going to
have to worry about you?  Are you going to be able to handle all this?"

"Yes."  I couldn't think of anything else to say as my eyes bounced up and
down between his groin and his face.

"Yah, OK.  Well, maybe with good behavior they'll let me out in three to
five.  Here goes everything.  OK, come on.  We're at least going to be in
the privacy of the cabin.  Are you-?  You've got a stiffy don't you?"

"No!"

"Right.  That's just a gun in your pocket.  I can't believe I'm going to do
this.  I hope I never do anything dumber than this.  Come on little man,
lets go learn you how to deal with that other little man."

I followed Uncle Bill into the cabin where he went to his bedroom.  We both
stood at the side of the bed for what seemed like forever but I didn't
mind, I could see Bill's towel moving as his penis hardened.

"Not quite sure how to go about this.  Well, get nekked, kid.  You're sure
you want this to happen?  I'm not wrecking you for the rest of time am I?
I don't want to be the reason you sit through five years of therapy."

I didn't hear a word he said.  I was ripping off my clothes as fast as my
hands would move.  In no time I stood naked before my Uncle with my
"stiffy" as he called it, reaching out to him.  He motioned for me to get
on the bed so I did, lying down and in spite of the hot summer temperature
I was shivering.

"Now you, right?"

"Now me what?"

"Get nekked."

"What am I, your whore?  Jesus, kid, you haven't even had your first orgasm
and you're already taking control.  You scare me.  I don't think I really
need to be naked for this."

Uncle Bill sat down on the bed and rested his hand on my thigh as he
examined my erection.  He looked at it for so long I thought something must
be wrong with it.

"Is something wrong with it?"

"Huh?  No.  No, kid, you're fine.  In fact, you're a bit too fine.  I
remember seeing your dad naked a few times.  You've obviously inherited his
dick, congratulations.  You'll understand all that eventually.  But no, you
have a nice pecker.  God, I can't believe I'm saying that."

Silence rang in my ears as we both looked nervous and shivered.  Even Uncle
Bill was trembling now.  He sucked in a huge deep breath and grabed my
erection.  His hand felt so big and warm, I wanted him to hold me forever.

"Oh, shit.  I mean, damn, DARN!  Don't use those words unless it's life or
death, OK?  Well, you see this dark line around here?  That's where the
doctors cut off some skin.  They call that circumcising the penis.  Most
guys in our family have been circumcised, it's not strictly necessary but
it's something people have been doing since before God was born.

"I don't remember that."

"That's why they usually do it right after you're born, you don't really
have any working nerve endings there yet and so you wouldn't even feel it.
Often times babies don't even cry during the circumcision."

"Are you?"

"Yep.  So was Grandpa and your dad.  OK, these are your balls.  Nuts,
testicles, gonads, or testis, or whatever.  Most people get embarrassed
using the proper term, which is testicles, so they call them anything else.
These hang in this sack cause they need to be cooler than the rest of your
body in order to produce sperm.  Sperm are like little tadpoles that shoot
out the end of your dick and swim up inside a woman in order to meet up
with one of her eggs and once those two get together, well, then you got a
baby in the making."

"Have you done that?"

"No.  Close, but not yet.  I'll get back to you on that.  OK, God, I'm
going to pass out.  Well, there's a kabillion ways to get those little
spermy tadpoles out of there.  You can go muff diving, or you-"

"What's that?"

"What?  OH!  Muffs.  Ah, yah, that's in the next chapter.  Let's just get
through this first, OK?  If I survive this and am not in jail holding onto
my cellmate's dick, I'll free up a day for that lecture."

"You would do this to someone else?"

"NO!  Oh, God.  No, I... never mind.  OK, busting nuts.  Ah, lots of ways
to do it.  You just have to play around, so to speak, until you find a way
or ways that you like to bring on that `ol orgasm.  Most guys I think, just
grab and go.  See?  You just go up and down like this and you can vary the
speed, imagine someone else doing it for you, those are sexual fantasies.
You'll have quite a collection of those, I can tell."

"How do you make that stuff, like you had?"

"Yah.  Yah, ah ... well, at your age I'm not sure your body will be able to
do that.  It won't be long though, you're already getting hair.  As little
dudes change into teenagers, their bodies' change all over the place.
Everything grows at a different rate.  You'll have stupid looking big feets
and then wake up one morning and your legs will have caught up with them
but you still have scrawny little arms or your head is to little or
something."

"I'm not going to like that.  It sounds like it hurts and I'll look
stupid."

"No way out, kiddo.  People just grow up.  It's not that bad.  You're
already doing it.  Remember those shorts you wore last year and now you
can't even zip them shut?  Well, you're growing.  And now, you're at that
age where everything is going to take off in every direction.  You're voice
already cracks and you little studlet you, you're already getting pubic
hair and leg hair.  Face it, bud, you're destined to be a major babe."

He tickled me then, making me laugh and I felt much more relaxed.  I loved
that he left his hand on my thigh, or my stomach, continuously touching me
as he spoke.  And I was fascinated by the fact that I could see Uncle
Bill's erection sticking up under his towel.  As he spoke, I almost cried
out when I saw his balls moving around in their hairy bag.

"See?  It's not that big a deal.  All guys do it.  And why we have to be so
secretive about it is beyond me.  I have no clue.  You'd think something
that all men do, often several times a day, couldn't possibly be considered
a secret, but guys just don't talk about it usually."

"Can you do it more than once?"

"Ho!  Son, I hold the record.  I can hold my own with any porn stud you can
find."

I laughed saying; "I know you can hold your own, I saw you.  But show me
how to make that stuff."

"So much for easing into manhood.  Here, take this; I shouldn't be touching
it anyway.  Ok, yep, just like that.  You find a comfortable grip and start
pulling."

I liked him watching me.  Without saying anything, I snaked my arm under
his towel, grabbing his erection, causing him to jump.  He pulled my hand
away, standing up, but the towel fell off and I got my first good look at
his erection in full bloom.

"Oh, my god.  I'm going to Hell.  I swear to you Giovanni, if you EVER say
anything to anyone about all this, you are dead meat.  I will never have
anything to do with you again.  This is SO against the law."

"Why?"  I knew he was serious since he used my formal name.

"Well, because!  It's-, it's, it's NAUGHTY!  I could go to prison for this.
And I have to start back to college in fall.  Prison would be really,
REALLY out of the way."

As he spoke, his trembling hands fumbled, trying to rewrap the towel around
his waist.  Then he sat down again, but his erection poked out, gathering
the towel between it and his abdomen.  I laughed again and grabbed it.
This time Uncle Bill covered his face with his hands and shook his head.

His erection felt huge in my hand.  It was hot and clear liquid was oozing
out of it, slipping down the shaft.  I spread it around his erection, just
under the tip and he reacted as if I'd burned him.

"YAH!  OK!  Thanks for that!  I have a hair trigger, kid.  You can't do
that to me, it'll make a big mess, trust me.  I thought we were showing you
how to get off, not working on me."

What is that stuff?"  I said as I smelled it and then licked it off my
finger.  It was nice, I liked it.

"Oh my God.  I hope I'm not having a heart attack.  Fuck.  Shit!  Damn it,
you didn't hear that.  OK, OK, settle down William.  Breathe.  Breathe.
Ah, what the fuck."

Uncle Bill ripped his towel off and threw it across the room.  He stretched
his naked, hairy body out next to mine, on his side and rested his head on
his hand and then pulled carefully, slowly on his erection, setting it down
lovingly ON MY ABDOMEN!  I wanted to scream.  His beautiful erection was
almost touching my own little one as his drooled out a big puddle of the
clear, delicious liquid.

"I have no clue what its scientific name is.  Everybody calls it lube or
pre-cum, or something.  When a man is sexually aroused his body produces
this slimy stuff so that it can be used like we use grease on your bike
tires, remember?  We put that black shit all over the gears so they would
shift better?"

"So this is like grease?"  I asked, rubbing my finger in it and across the
big head of his cock as it rested on me.

"Yep.  When a guy is going to put it inside a woman this helps him slip it
in."

"That's gross."

"Says you.  You'll be begging for it next year at this time, believe me.
You're such a horny little bastard now that I'm going have to keep you on a
leash.  You're a schoolgirl's mom's worst fear."

"Why?"

"You're an erection with a body attached to it.  Don't worry.  So am I.
The sex drive in our family got stuck in high gear generations ago.  I'm
always horny too."

"So you can make more of that stuff?  I still want to do it to."

"Well, gopher it, guy.  It's certainly ready!  Just grab and yank."

I did as I was told but the instant I felt Uncle Bill move, I grabbed his
erection too.

"No.  I want to you do it too.  But let me see.  Make that stuff and just
squirt it out on me.  I want to see it."

"Holy Christ, kid.  I'm definitely going to Hell.  Well, it's in your hand,
you do it!"

He scooted up tight against my side as I began to move the skin on his
thick erection.  He adjusted my hand, moaned, and encouraged me.  My arm
was getting tired though so I told him he had to do it.

"Just hurry up, you almost got me, kid.  Fast.  Just as fast as you can.
Yep, just ... like ... ah ... that!"

I felt his erection enlarge even more then a massively thick string shot
right across me, onto the floor.  I felt his erection throb as he covered
my hand with his and kept pumping more of the thick milky stuff out of it.
My belly button was full and there was a little lake formed on the
depression of my stomach while drips and drops splattered all over me.

"Oh, Giovanni.  That felt good.  But man, I'm scared to death.  This should
NOT have happened."

Nobody used my given name unless they were deadly serious.  As Uncle Bill
talked, he dropped his head onto me so that his tangled curls covered my
face.  I could smell his hair and now I understood what the smell was from
earlier; white stuff.  It had a distinct smell.  For the rest of my life I
would be able to pick up that scent better than the drug dogs at airports
could find their own assigned scents.

We lay there for a few minutes, Uncle Bill's head nestled in my neck as his
sticky body pressed tightly to me.  I wouldn't move a muscle for the rest
of my life if it meant I could feel him like that.  But he moved.  I
thought he was going to pull away but he brought his big hand up to my
throbbing erection and covered my hand with his.

I pulled my hand away and Uncle Bill began to move his fingers on my
erection in a way that made my stomach flip.  Slowly at first, he began to
rub me as I had him.  My entire body moved into my erection.  I was aware
of nothing but the amazing sensations he produced.

Then he suddenly moved his hand much faster.  I opened my mouth, trying to
catch my breath but my mouth was instantly filled with his tongue!  It
swept around my mouth and wrapped around my own tongue.  He kissed my neck
and licked his white stuff off of me, then I could feel it dribble down my
erection as his mouth covered it.

Uncle Bill's mouth on my erection was something I could never have
imagined.  His tongue worked his white stuff all over me as he moved his
head up and down causing me to feel almost like I was going to pee.  I
started to fear I was going to pee in his mouth but the sensation came on
so fast and was so slightly different that before I could really register
what it felt like, my body was involuntarily snapping in half as my stomach
clenched, causing me to sit up.

I cried out as I felt unbearably pleasurable tickles.  I had to grab Uncle
Bill's head and pull him off my erection.  I couldn't stand anymore
touching, it was way to sensitive.  I was sweaty and panting.  What a
mind-altering sensation.  My world had changed.  Never again would I be the
little G-man.

"Ok, kid.  Now you know what it's like.  You even spewed some juice.  Neat,
huh?"

"Wow."  My limp body had flopped down onto the bed, dead.

"Yep.  Wow.  That about covers it. You'll pardon me.  I seem to require a
bit more."

Uncle bill pushed an arm under me, rolling me on my side, against him as he
furiously worked his big erection.  It was wonderful to see.  His hand
blurred and soon more of the white stuff popped up out of him, then many,
many pulls on his erection produced a constant overflow of the stuff, as if
he could continue forever.

"Well, my dear.  We have taken our relationship to a whole new level.  I
hope to Heaven I haven't ruined you."

I could think of nothing to say.  That wet mushroom head was so close!  I
shot forward and swallowed his slimy dick.  It instantly became my favorite
taste-treat.  He didn't even try to stop me.  I licked him all over; I even
sucked one of his balls into my mouth.  It seemed huge; I could only get
one in at a time.  Uncle Bill spread his legs, allowing me to do anything I
wanted.
 I loved the taste of his body and the smells produced in different places.
The slight sweaty smell between his legs, behind his balls set me on fire.

My exploration went on for hours it seemed.  I had to try it again.  I lay
down tight against his naked body and imitated his blurry hand motions and
to my endless joy, I once again was overwhelmed with the rapture although
nothing squirted out of me.  I didn't care- I wanted that feeling!

Uncle Bill licked my body again, even my butt so I did his butt when it was
my turn.  But he positioned me in a way that let my erection be squeezed
between his legs so I instinctively pulled and pushed for several minutes,
reveling in the sensations.  But then Uncle Bill spit in his hand and
rubbed my erection telling me to try and push it inside of his butt.

At first, I didn't like the idea but when he rubbed his spit on my erection
I was a goner.  I'd shove it into anything he told me to at that point.
And I did.  It was the best thing I ever felt.  He told me to slide in and
out, which almost made my brain explode.  I kept doing it though and almost
immediately felt that glorious rapture sweep through my body.

Uncle Bill sat on my erection while I sat on the edge of the bed and he
covered my hand with his as we masturbated him, producing still more of the
milky stuff, though considerably less than the first couple of times.
Eventually I was exhausted.  My sweaty body was sticky and stinky and so
was my Uncle Bill.

He took me into the shower and washed me.  He soaped my butt and slipped a
finger in me.  At first it hurt but then it felt good and my knees nearly
buckled when he touched something inside of me.  It was like a shortcut to
an orgasm.  He said it was my panic button.

I was so proud of myself when I found his.  He let me touch it until he
sort of had an orgasm but it was mostly dry, just a little of the white
stuff came out.  It was all used up he said.  Both of our bodies needed
some time to make more he explained.

I slept in Uncle Bill's bed that night.  We were both naked.  My erection
was still there when I woke up.  I still didn't have any more of the white
stuff in the morning but Uncle Bill sure did!  A full load it seemed like!
We didn't eat breakfast until almost 1:00 in the afternoon!

We didn't bring home many fish after our week at the cabin but who cared?!
Controlling myself back home was almost impossible.  I was masturbating
every free minute I had and constantly pestering my mom to let me go back
up to the cabin or let Uncle Bill move in with us.  When I thought I could
get away with it I touched Uncle Bill so that he would get erections and
sometimes he would even get wet spots on his pants where the pre-cum was
leaking.

Oh what a wondrous introduction to sex and how the male body worked!
Sadly, Uncle Bill didn't move in with us and all to soon, moved away to
college.  But we talked on the phone and almost every night I used beat off
remembering our week at the cabin.