Date: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 22:16:59 -0700
From: KKay <keceer69@hushmail.com>
Subject: Growing up with uncle Jack chapter one

Pre-disclaimer:

I know it has been a while but I have penned another story from the boys
who live in our collective imagination, sexy, sweet boys. For those of you
who are not familiar with the way I write my disclaimer (often different)
enjoy, enjoy the story too.

Disclaimer,

We all interact with boys every day and keep our safe distance, as it
should be. But there are the boys who live in a magical place just beyond
dusk in a mystic world in the deepest darkest parts of our
imagination. They are sweet, sexy, fun, good boys; well maybe not always so
good. These imaginary boys are who we want and need. And they are fun to
play with, even Kevin. We love them all deeply.



"There is one, catch him, and another, fuck it's Kevin, shit just let him
go..."

I love boys who are not real and live in the showdowns of our sensual
thoughts but mine are out again, I just can't keep them in, they dance
across my mind and into text.



"Don't laugh at me, Kevin!"

"You are a silly old man, but I am smatter than you! I am only six and a
half years old or am I sixteen, anyone's guess. You cannot ever catch me;
you real man!"



Shit what can I do! Kevin is back on these pages and the little fudge
packer wants to tell you another story, his story. Yikes! No way is this
little slut going to tell a story without me! Besides, he can't type.



"You little shit Kevin, get back in here!"

I slapped the laptop closed but Kevin got away, as usual; I love it when
the boys who live between darkness and dawn of my most secret thoughts get
out, but what the fuck; they are the boys who live just a little south of
reality, our boys to enjoy. And so I write with the inspiration of Kevin,
the little fucker is my favorite boy!



"Kevin, you little shit! Get back here, a boy might read this shit!"

 "You stupid fuck; you can't put me back into your head! And no boy should
ever read my stories, only horny men and women."



Believe it or not that was the disclaimer, now the story:



Growing up with Uncle Jack; chapter one.

Learning new stuff, naughty stuff:

You know how it is, growing up around that crazy favorite uncle that your
parents both loved and feared. For me that was Uncle Jack. He was always
playing with his nephews and their friends rather than hanging out with the
grownups. I guess because he was really just a kid himself. He was Son
number five of my Grandparent's brood of five boys, my Dad, well he was
number one. There was twelve years that separated my Dad and Uncle. It was
obvious that they loved each other but not the same as my other uncles
closer to Dad's age. Uncle Jack was a result of my grandparents trying to
rekindle their love life is how the story goes. Everyone jokes that Uncle
Jack put that fire out! When I came along there was twelve years between
Uncle Jack and me. I always thought it was cool that the age difference was
the same as my Dad and uncle. The thing that was different was that Uncle
Jack seemed to want to be around me a lot. From about the time I was born
my Grams would take care of me during the day while Mom and Dad
worked. That meant it was play time with Uncle Jack as soon as he got home
from school. At least that is what I was told; I was too young to really
remember. They say that Uncle Jack took care of me from the time he
finished his home work until I was retrieved by one of my parents; a
welcome relief for Grams who had me from early morning until my uncle got
home from school. And he did everything from playing with me to changing my
diapers, feeding me and bathing me. I still remember the last time we took
a bath together when I was little, I was four I think. We were splashing
and playing boats. Uncle Jack would always make pretend people walking his
fingers all over me when his boat would sink, I would squeal and flinch. He
tickled and rubbed me everywhere, I loved being in the tub with him. I
loved being anywhere with him.

"Jack! What are you doing?" Grams screeched, walking in on us.

"Nothing, just playing." My startled uncle stuttered back, "Mom, can I have
some privacy, I'm nearly sixteen."

"Come on Kevin, time to get out." Grams huffed, jerking me out by one arm.

"But I not ready, Jack is playing boats with me." I whined, my arm nearly
jerked off; I started to cry.

"He was playing more than boats with you!" Grams sneered, hurting me more
as she jerked me back to get me dressed. "I am glad your father, God rest
his soul, does not know what you have become, Jack!"

Things changed after that, Grams would watch me along with Uncle Jack and
never let the two of us play alone any more. We never took baths together
either; Grams didn't even let him in the bathroom with me! Uncle Jack could
not help me get dressed and he was not allowed to tickle me or hold me on
his lap. I hated it! I could tell that my uncle was just as unhappy as I
was about it. He was around less and less especially after he got a car. I
could not figure out what we had done that was so bad that made Grams so
mad. Not long after that Mom stopped working when she got pregnant with my
little brother so I did not go to Grams any longer, I was in
Kindergarten. Uncle Jack would come around sometimes but never without
Grams. He would hug me when she was not looking, but I wanted to play with
him, like before.

Then there was Uncle Jack's combination High School graduation/eighteenth
birthday party my Mom and Dad through for him. I was so excited and happy
just like everyone else at the party; it kind of seemed like before plus I
had plenty of chocolate cake! I was hanging all over Uncle Jack and he
seemed to love me hanging on him. The more he liked it, the more I
climbed. Grams seemed to be mad at me but she was always mad at something
or someone. Mom was taking care of Kyle in the back of the house; he was
not much for parties at one-year-old. Dad was drinking his stinky drinks
and talking about sports with Uncle Joe and a few of Uncle Jack's
friends. Grams growled and left early. Uncle Jack gave her the bad finger
behind her back; I giggled and did the same, we both laughed. His friends
left a little while later. Uncle Jack pulled me in close and kissed me
softly just above my ear.

"Let's check out your toys, Kev." Uncle Jack smiled, running his fingers
across my forehead, another kiss there.

I smiled big and nodded; no one ever wanted to see my toys, no grownups
anyway. And the way he ran his fingers in my hair and looked at me was way
different than when Mommy did, my heart started thumping. I had a shelf in
my bedroom that held my favorite toys, toy cars mostly. We were alone
together and I was a little scared, but finally alone!

"This car is my favorite; it is really fast!" I beamed, racing the small
car on the shelf in a roar.

"It looks amazing, Kev." Uncle Jack whispered, his hot minty breath washing
over my neck.

Uncle jack wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me from behind,
pulling me in close to him. I explained the important features of each of
my toys, pausing, holding my breath when he pinched my nippy. I melted into
him; his loving warm hands rubbed my tummy under my shirt while he kissed
my neck and shoulders. Now normally, especially at six, I did not want to
be kissed, I was too old for kisses, but this seemed different, okay and
even fun. Suddenly my uncle released me, grabbed a toy from the shelf and
started playing with it in the air, like an airplane even though it was a
car.

"That's silly, Uncle!" I laughed, "Cars can't fly!"

"Oh there you guys are." My Mommy chuckled.

"Kev is showing me his awesome car collection, Sis." Uncle Jack called my
Mom Sis even though they were only related because she had married his
brother.

"You two," Mom smiled, shaking her head, "he really loves you Jack, and you
should come around more often. It's time for that little monkey to get in
his PJs on and go to bed."

"But I don't want to go to bed, Mommy!" I whined, tearing up.

"Well, Mommy and Kyle are going to bed too, Sweetie."

"I tell you what little Buddy," Uncle Jack hushed, "if you are a good boy I
will help you with your PJs and read you a story before I go, if it is okay
Sis."

"Please Mommy!" I begged eagerly.

"You are my hero Jack; you are also welcome to the couch." My Mommy smiled,
walking out of the room.

"You can sleep with me Uncle Jack, please." I pleaded.

"Another time Buddy, my Mom is not doing too well so I need to go home,"
Uncle Jack sighed squatting down, looking deep into my eyes, "let me get
you undressed."

Normally I would protest if someone tried to undress or dress me, after all
I was six and four months. But it was Uncle Jack, and I was hoping he would
do his secret ruby way to dress me. It was a kind of a naughty game that
only my uncle played with me; I was hoping it was just like before. I
listened to my Dad and my other uncle snoring in the den, the usual routine
when Uncle Joe was over watching sports with Dad.

"Okay Uncle, do me." I whispered, pushing my arms high into the air.

 I remember my Uncle Jack pulling my t-shirt up and over my head. He kissed
me on my arms and chest. I flinched and squeezed my arm down when he kissed
my arm pit. He smiled and gently lifted my arm. When I relaxed, his lips
returned to my warm moist underarm, I liked it. He's doing me! I did not
resist and enjoyed how my uncle was moaning softly when he kissed me. He
was poking his tongue into my belly button when he pushed my shorts and
underwear down. I thought he was being silly but he was not laughing. He
freed the cotton from my feet, kissing lower. I gasped when he kissed me
just above my wienie, I could feel his chin rub my growing tool and then on
either side, snuggling kisses by my berries. I trembled in fear as strange
feelings I did not understand rushed through my small body.

"You have grown, Buddy." Uncle Jack huffed, tugging on my fast inflating
probe, kissing me hard between my berries and leg, I gasped.

"Of course silly, I'm six!" I squeaked pushing his hand away,
giggling. "Six and four months!"

I started for my dresser drawer but Uncle Jack held me, rubbing my arms and
sides. I had never had anyone look at me like he did; it was like he was
looking inside of me. I was rarely naked not even around my Mommy and Daddy
but did not mind being naked in front of my uncle. I kind of liked it even
though it had been a long time. He was warm and I liked him hugging me,
especially when I was naked!

"You are so beautiful, Kev."

"I need to get ready for bed." I giggled, smiling warmly at my uncle.

Uncle Jack insisted on getting me ready for bed. I told him that I wore my
underpants under my PJ bottoms but he told me that I was getting too old
and needed to let my boys play freely when I went to bed. I had no idea
what he was talking about but have not worn briefs to bed since. We cuddled
in, fused together just like we used to. I held one corner of the book and
he held the other. I felt our chests rise and fall together as we took in
the sweet warm summer air. His fingers gently rubbed my tummy, it was
amazing. I liked the way my uncle smelled, not sweet or stinky like my
Daddy, just his smell. As I listened to him softly read the story laid out
so carefully by Dr. Sues I cared less and less about the story and more and
more about where my uncle's hands were going. He was rubbing from my chest
to below my belly button running his fingers across the edge of my PJ
bottoms. I don't know when he did it but my Jamie top was unbuttoned. His
breathing had changed, I realized mine had too. I dissolved into him. Uncle
Jack rubbed my wienie through the thin cotton fabric that hid my most
private parts, finally! I thought.

"I like that." I sighed softly, wiggling into his love; his moist lips
pressed into my cheek.

My uncle kissed me and I snuggled in more, he was turning the pages quickly
so he could return to rubbing me. I felt the snaps that held my bottoms
break free. I held my breath waiting for his loving touch. I heard a long
squeaky moan when his thin fingers encircled my hard little spike, it had
come from me. My wienie responded to his jerking action by getting even
bigger. I never played with my wienie like he was but I was going to do it
like my uncle from then on. I felt really weird, I knew I was not supposed
to play with my privates and what Uncle Jack was doing was really bad, but
this did not feel like bad touching, not at all. The book fell to the floor
and my uncle opened the front of his jeans too. He was doing the same thing
to his, you know, like he was doing to mine; it made me feel grown up. His
thingy was really big! We were both panting, my wienie felt amazing. I felt
awesome and bad at the same time, I wanted him to stop, but I did not want
him to stop! We were both sweating and even my skin felt different
somehow. Then I got really scared!

"Uncle my tummy feels funny," I squeaked, panting, "oh, oh, oh, Uncle Jack
stop!"

My body seemed to explode in a felling way bigger than me, I did not know
what to do, my wienie was like jumping, pumping or something, and I felt
like weird on the insides, sweat was trickling out from under my arms, more
trickled down my cheeks along with my tears. My whole body was
shaking. Uncle jack groaned and pulled his underwear up covering the end of
his spike, still pulling violently on it, his underwear was getting wet and
there was this weird smell I had never smelled before; did his pee smell
funny, did he pee? My uncle was breathless and I was getting scared, what
happened? Was I going to cry? As Uncle Jack caught his breath he buttoned
his pants and zipped up over his big wet wienie before he fixed my bottoms
and buttoned my top back, kissing me a few more times sucking on my nippies
before I was buttoned all the way up. We smiled at each other; Uncle Jack
leaned in for a kiss. He rubbed my cheek and kissed me on the lips; no one,
I mean no one kisses me on the lips. But I felt really warm and content
inside. I pushed my face forward and we kissed again. He hugged me really
big, I loved it! I took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh as I
scooted down into my bed. I turned to the wall, Uncle Jack kissed my damp
hair taking in a deep breath, letting out a content moan; he fixed the
covers over my body. His lips met my neck kissing me differently, kind of
sucking on my skin, amazing! He silently left my bedroom leaving me to
embrace my first ever after glow.

For some reason I felt a little scared when Uncle Jack was around after
that, but a good scared. Thankfully he was not around much and when we had
a minute or two alone he would kiss me, sometimes slipping his hand into my
pants to rub me, making it to grow down there. He and Grams did not get
along so Uncle Jack moved out and got an apartment by the college shortly
before the end of June. I hardly saw him, but somehow longed for him. I
tried to make my wienie feel the same as he had done but I just could not
do it right.

Finally we were all together on the fourth of July, a holiday I enjoyed a
lot, even more hanging out with Uncle Jack. He did not treat me like a baby
with all kinds of stupid rules. We were at the beach and Jack had some
fireworks my Grams and my mother did not approve of, awesome!  And like
most things Uncle Jack did it was big and over the top. I felt uneasy
wresting around with him and was afraid everyone was watching us, they
weren't, well Grams was watching us. She glared at my uncle as she left.

"You disgust me, Jack." Grams huffed, marching off to her car.

We sat by the fire, Uncle Jack's arm around my shoulder watching the last
few fireworks go off. The smell of the burning wood and my clammy uncle
made me feel good; I was relaxing into him again, our sweat mingling
together. It was hot out and we were just wearing our board shorts, I loved
the heat our skin touching made, even though we were sticking
together. When no one was looking I sniffed near his underarm, the source
of his sweet scent. I felt strange, my tummy felt funny and my wienie was
stiff.

"So Buddy, having fun?" My uncle chirped quickly pecking me softly on the
side of my head, I responded with a big toothy smile. The fire was fading.

"This is the best ever," I beamed, "but, you know," I whispered, giggling a
little "I have a boner."

"Me too." Uncle Jack whispered into my ear, nibbling it.

I flinched and bent my head; I liked having my ear nibbled by Uncle Jack
but did not expect it. I know what Jack and I were doing was bad somehow;
Grams could see us. She had stopped in the parking lot to watch us. She
gunned it, leaving in a cloud of dust when I looked at her. I felt
embarrassed somehow. No one else seemed to pay any attention to us as we
cuddled and loved on each other.

"Do you want to go on a Snipe hunt with me?"

"A what?"

"Hey, John, your kid has never been on a Snipe hunt!" Uncle Jack laughed to
my Dad.

"So take him." My Dad stammered getting another beer.

"What is a Snipe Uncle Jack," I whispered, "do they bite?"

"I don't know Jack," my Mommy chimed in, doing her ruin the fun routine,
"it is getting late and you guys should probably stick around with the
others."

My Dad and Uncle Joe were drinking these little glasses of stinky juice
acting stupid and Mommy was getting mad at them. A short time later Mom was
getting Kyle ready to go home; unhappy that Dad was kind of drunk.

"Come on Kevin." Mommy snarled.

"Butt Mommy, I want to stay with Uncle Jack!" I whined in my best pleading
voice.

"Jack?" My Mommy huffed.

"Don't worry Sis; I will make sure he is okay."

"I don't need another fight tonight so he is all yours; you better make
sure he is okay, Jack. Not a scratch!" My Mom yelled as she walked away
with Kyle.

Dad seemed anxious, weird or something. Uncle Joe and Dad waved to my Mom
as she drove off, she gave them the bad finger, I giggled. Uncle Joe lost
his balance and fell down making Uncle Jack and me busted up laughing.

"Hey Jack, are you sticking around for a while?" My Dad questioned.

"I guess, we still have to get a Snipe tonight."  Jack giggled; I cuddled
in close, still not sure about the Snipe hunt.

"Yeah whatever, we are going over to that party for a while, keep an eye on
Kevin, okay?"

"No problem, Bro," My uncle smiled putting his arm back around me, shaking
me, "how about a couple of beers, John?"

"How about, No!" My Dad laughed.

I watched Dad and Uncle Joe stagger over to a bunch of people around a fire
with loud music playing. I was deciding if Uncle Jack should take me Snipe
hunting in the dark, I was scared.

"Come on Kev, let's go play."

"I'm a-scared, Uncle." I whimpered.

"Come on Kev, it will be fun!"

"I don't want too, please Uncle no!" I started to cry hard.

When I went ragdoll into the sand my uncle sat down and pulled me to
him. We rested chest to chest and he rubbed my back.

"You know I would never do anything to hurt you, Kev." My uncle whispered
into my ear, "there is no such thing as a Snipe Buddy; I just wanted to be
alone with you."

"Really?" I asked pulling back to look into my uncle's eyes, sucking snot
back up my nose, wiping my tears.

"Oh yes Kev, I really want to be alone with you, like before," Uncle Jack
smiled putting his fingers under my nose, "blow."

"But I don't like it, it is too dark." I squeaked blowing snot out onto my
uncle's fingers.

"Come on, Buddy," Uncle Jack whispered, whipping my snot on his shorts. "I
have an idea."

As my uncle stood slipping his hands under my bottom, my arms still tightly
around his neck, my legs slipped around his thin muscular waist and my feet
locked together behind him. If we were going out into the dark I was not
going to let go of him, I tensed up but then relaxed, we did not go into
the dark, we went over by the party camp fire.

"Pretend to be asleep no matter what, Kev." Uncle Jack whispered.

I nodded and faked being asleep letting my arms dangle freely from my
uncles neck as we walked up to the partiers. I loved how gentle my uncle
held me in his loving arms, not even my Dad felt as good holding me. I
could feel the heat and smell burning wood along with a whole bunch of
stinky smells I did not recognize.

"Hey John, I think you need to take Kevin home," Uncle Jack interrupted,
"he is sleeping."

"Shit, just wake him up; I am not even close to being ready to leave." My
Dad huffed shaking me.

"Stay steady, Kev." Uncle Jack whispered in my ear.

I was motionless and did not want my Dad to take me home; I was not that
sleepy really and could stay up for a while with Uncle Jack.

"Come on Kevin, don't be such a baby."  My Dad crooked in a stinky belch.

"Steady," my uncle whispers again, squeezing my bottom a little before
yelling over the music to my Dad, "I'm kind of tired too, come on John."

"Tell you what; drop him off on your way home."

"I don't think so, I live just a few blocks away, I'm not going all the way
to your house it is not even the right direction, I'll just let him sleep
on my couch until you are done and you can pick him up latter, okay?"

"I have a better idea Jack," Dad slurred, stumbling a little, "come over
for lunch tomorrow, a late lunch and just bring him home then."

I could feel the joy start to build up inside of me. I had to keep up the
act but I wanted to yell and squeeze Uncle Jack hard! Was I really going to
spend the night at my uncle's house?

"I don't know, I guess it will be okay, but you better be talkin' steak,
you owe me big time for this, Bro!"

When we were almost to the parking lot I pulled back and smiled, it had
worked! I had wanted to spend the night at my uncles apartment really bad
every since he moved in. I was dropped to my feet when we got to Uncle
Jack's car. He squatted down and rubbed my shoulders, sliding his hands
down my sides, smiling sweetly, that amazing smile only my uncle gave
me. My tummy got tingly, my wienie was already hard; I was nervous and
excited all at the same time. With one hand back on my shoulder Uncle Jack
ran his fingers through my hair, he squeezed my neck and rubbed my
cheek. He got a very different look on his face as his fingers drifted down
my chest; he was very serious and it scared me a little.

"You are so fucking beautiful Kev, fucking amazing." Uncle Jack hissed as
our lips met.

I did not hear him use bad words often and did not like it most of the time
but his words were scary and dangerous somehow, I liked it. All the way
driving to his apartment he rubbed my thigh, tummy and hard little spike
through my shorts. I chattered nervously nonstop for some reason, just dumb
stuff. I held his hand and got quiet when we climbed the stairs to his
third floor apartment. I knew we would do naughty stuff that I could never
tell anyone about, my heart was pounding just thinking about it. We walked
into the small living room and I was taken by a strange smell, kind of like
Jimmy's older brother's room and garlic. The lights came on and I stood
there checking out the place, defiantly Uncle Jack's, amazing! I was six
and a half and staying with my best uncle ever, I decided I was a big boy
now, awesome!

"Just make yourself at home Kev," my uncle yelled from the bathroom, his
piss splashing into the toilet in plain view, I could smell it,
awesome. "turn on the TV if you want."

This is cool I thought, sitting on the couch kicking my dangling feet in
the air and laughing when my flip flops flew off in different directions. I
had a hard time figuring out how to get the TV on, there were a bazillion
buttons.  Finally I got it on and started to flip through the channels
looking for cartoons or a kid's show. I looked around and saw these giant
fake wienies on the table in the corner, they looked silly. I quickly
turned my attention back to the TV when my uncle came into the small living
room with two glasses of milk.

"Hey Kev, find anything?" Uncle Jack smiled sitting right next to me our
bodies touching, I was trembling a little.

"Naw, don't really feel like watching TV." I huffed turning off the TV and
tossing the remote, afraid to tell him what I really wanted to do.

Then he cuddled me, turning me so I was resting up against him. My uncle
wiggled around and managed to get me between his legs. His muscular tummy
and chest was warm and soft, I like resting up against him. We had
stretched out long ways on the couch. I loved the soft gentle caressing he
was giving my chest and tummy, please, please into my shorts, I begged him
in my mind. He smelled like my uncle, strong and yet young somehow, I wish
I could smell like him. There it is, he is rubbing over the front of my
shorts. I gasped and pushed into his loving touch. Harder and harder his
fingers rubbed my uncontrollable wienie. But then he stopped, he just made
little light circles around my belly button with his fingertips, kissing my
head softly.

"Kevin, we need to talk."

"What is it Uncle?" I asked, my voice shaking, did I do something wrong?

"Whenever an older guy and a younger guy do stuff, secret stuff, they have
this talk; I think it is a rule or something." Uncle Jack whispered
thoughtfully, "I'm eighteen and you are six." Do you know what I am talking
about?"

"I'm six and a half." I protested, not having a clue about what he was
talking about.

"Okay, six and a half," my uncle chuckled, "the thing is I never want to do
anything with you that you don't want to do, but you can never tell anyone
about our secret stuff," Uncle Jack hushed into my ear kissing my neck, his
hands roaming again, "understand?"

I nodded my head still having no idea what he was talking about. His hands
found my wienie and I raised my rump giving clear direction, I wanted to
get naked! He pushed my board shorts down and I kicked them the rest of the
way off, giggling. I can't imagine there is anything better than this. His
hands moved slowly over my body and I noticed my uncle change a little, it
was like he got all kinds of groans, moans and somehow squishy. Hs smell
changed too getting stronger and different, I liked how he smelled. I could
feel him pushing his stiff thingy into my back just above my bottom. He was
just like me, all hard and stuff! My heart was racing and I wanted him to
do anything to me he wanted for real! I could not do the tingles alone and
I really wanted to feel it again. I groaned in complaint wiggling my
crotch.

"Uncle, please do it," I whimpered, "make my wienie jump!"

"Okay Buddy, let's go to bed." Uncle Jack sighed, bringing us to our feet.

"Why? I want you to play with my wienie," I cried, "I don't want to go to
sleep."

"Oh no Kev, we are not going to sleep, not even," my uncle chuckled,
dropping his shorts to the floor, "you are not getting off that easy."

I gasped when I saw my uncle's stiffie, it was huge! He did not have any
hair like me, Dad had bunches of hair! He moved his hand back and forth
squeezing his pole as I looked on, my mouth hanging open.

"Ewes, what's that stuff!" I gasped, scrunching up my nose, fixated on a
big drop of clear stuff that came out of his wee hole and slimed to the
floor.

"It is just pre-cum Buddy," Uncle Jack laughed, "it won't hurt you, see."

Uncle Jack scooped some up with his finger and I freaked out when he put
his slimy finger into his mouth.

"That is yucky, Uncle Jack!" I cringed.

"No, I like pre-cum, Kev."

"Pee, come?" I asked, "You ate your pee?"

"No silly, it is not pee," my uncle smiled, scooping more from the tip of
his wienie, "try some."

Before I knew it he stuck his finger into my mouth, it did not taste good
or bad but I did not like what he was doing to me.

"Stop it!" I cried out, pushing him away. "I'm telling!"

"I'm sorry Buddy," Uncle Jack hushed, hugging me tight, "I was just playing
with you."

He pulled back and rubbed my cheek. I could tell he was upset too and felt
bad, all I wanted was my tingly feeling.

"Sometimes I forget that you are just little." Uncle Jack whispered,
kissing my forehead.

"I'm not little; I'm six and a half!"

"Well if you are big enough to play sexy games you will see my pre-cum
maybe even getting some of it on you," my uncle laughed, "are you a big
boy?"

"Yes," I squeaked, "big enough for wienies but I don't want to eat pee."

"No silly, it isn't pee and you don't have to eat it but it perfectly okay
to eat," my uncle laughed messing my hair, I liked it when he did that, it
always ended with a kiss when we were alone, and it did.

"Well I won't eat it, yuck!" I laughed, feeling okay.

"Then the tickle monster will get you!" Uncle Jack cheered, his fingers
digging under my arms.

I squealed out and we rolled around on the floor, this was more like it. I
returned the attack and got his wienie slime on me but it was not so bad,
not even on my face! We settled down and I was on my back. Uncle Jack was
stroking me from head to toe. He slid his fingers across my face to move my
hair from my eyes. He was smiling at me in the way he only does when we are
alone. His hand slid down my cheek all the way to my pee pee. We both
sighed when he started to roll my hard spike in his fingers.

"I love you Kev, you know that right?"

I beamed and nodded. Every since my Mom was pregnant with Kyle I was not
given much attention. It got worse when Kyle was born. Don't get me wrong I
love my little brother a lot, from the very first time I saw him. But I was
often left out and Grams made it nearly impossible for Uncle Jack and me to
be together. He loved me and we did fun things together, secrete things. I
knew we were bad but it was exciting and scary, I wanted more. My uncle
scooped me up and we went to his bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my
legs around his waist; he smiled at me, inside of me, amazing! I could feel
his muscular movements on my skin; his touch was incredible, loving and
sweet. Nothing felt better than our bare skin sliding together. His wienie
was sliding in my butt crack steadied by his fingers as he carried me; I
liked his slippery wienie rub. I don't know why but it felt good. He
wiggled his finger right at my hole that was covered with his wienie juice
and he pushed it in a little. He was showing me all kinds of fun stuff and
I wanted to do everything he did, except eat his pee cum! All the while we
were naked, I giggled.

"What Kev?" my uncle grinned, pulling his finger from my hole and resting
me down into his bed.

"I like being all naked with you, Uncle Jack." I smiled, settling into my
uncle's smelly soft sheets.

"Amazing, Kev." Uncle Jack moaned, smelling his finger.

"Your silly, Uncle Jack." I laughed.

My fingers were no stranger to my butt hole and I knew it stunk up there. I
played up my butt nearly every night sometimes pushing two fingers all the
way inside. I rested my eyes on my uncle's face and took in the new
feelings that stirred deep within me. Uncle Jack was rubbing my wienie a
lot; I closed my eyes waiting for him to make me tingle again.

"Uncle!" I gasped, shocked when he kissed the tip of my wienie!

"You are so beautiful, Kev." Uncle Jack hissed, my wienie diapering into
his hot wet mouth.

God, it felt amazing but my Mommy told me my pee pee was dirty, I even had
to wash my hands after I went wee. But my uncle seemed to really like it,
he liked tasting me there! I listened to the soft high pitched moans coming
from me, the deep one's came from my uncle. I liked having my wienie tasted
and wondered what it would be like to taste one.

"You are so yummy, Buddy." Uncle Jack whispered, smiling at me.

I smiled back and nodded, he was rubbing his spit all over my ridged
pole. This was new and I was mesmerized by his touch and slurping. He was
spitting on my wienie and I did not even care. I felt his wet finger roll
around my berries and then slip back to my hole. Please go in! I
thought. It was not long before I felt his fingertip rubbing at my butt
hole. He was sucking my wienie fast and the way he was moving on my shaft
with his tongue, across my swollen helmet was making me crazy. I could not
stop bucking my hips, his finger went deeper; the more I thrashed, deeper
he probed, man his finger was long and fat.

"Uncle, you are doing it!" I cried out, my body convulsing like never
before.

Uncle Jack slowed his sucking but did not stop tasting it. I needed my
wienie to be free but he was having none of it. I tried to get used to it
but I could not. Then I felt his finger sliding in and out a little,
deeper. Suddenly I felt a new and different tingle. I pushed his head back
down hard on my spike and his warm, wet loving tongue went back to work. It
hurt to have him sucking me there right after my tingle, but he just had
to! The spot being rubbed deep inside of me was causing a feeling so
intense I thought I was going to cry, and I did a little.

"Not again!" I shouted thrashing violently, making weird squeaking noises,
I exploded again. "Stop it!"

My uncle released my wienie from his lips and eased his finger out of me, I
gasped. I think this is a grown up feeling, maybe too grown up for me. I
was trembling in pleasure, hot and sweaty as soft kisses cover my tummy.

"Do you want your milk, Kev?"

"Yes please." I panted, trying to pull myself together.

I rolled to my side and felt all warm inside; I liked this new and naughty
stuff we were doing. My mind started to wander, my fingers rubbed over my
sore little hole. Was he still inside? What if my uncle wants me to taste
his wienie? I could not do that, but that would not be fair. I would need
to try a boy before I tried a grown teenager like my uncle. I wonder what
it would be like to put my finger in a boy's butt; I pushed my finger up
mine. Do all boys my age like fingers in their butts? I would like to try
putting my finger in Jimmy's butt. Everything began to blur, my mind was
spinning. My finger fell out of my butt.

"Buddy, wake up Sweetie," my uncle said softly, shaking me, "it's morning."

"What, where am I?" I mumbled, grinding my fists into my eyes.

"On the moon, Kiddo." Uncle Jack laughed.

"Morning Uncle." I sighed, blinking my eyes open in the morning light
streaming through the window, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm making pancakes, is that alright?"

I nodded sitting up stretching and yawning big. My uncle sat down next to
me, grabbed either side of my head and kissed my forehead before getting up
and walking naked back into the kitchen. I giggled at the way his butt
cheeks had dimpled in as he walked. I was up for this, being naked! One of
the really big fake wienies was on the floor by the couch, all wet and
stuff. Why? I tossed the covers off, swinging my legs as they dangled off
the side of the bed. I knew my uncle was all grown up but he looked more
like my best friend's older brother. He was fourteen and Jimmy says he has
hair on his wienie. I wondered why Uncle Jack does not have hair. I bent
over as far as I could to look for hair on my privates pulling side to side
and trying to see if there was anything on my pink wrinkled sack, nothing
but a few clear boy hairs that randomly sprouted up on my body. Of course
my stick got big when I did my inspection. Why not just play with it? My
fingers drifted over the soft skin that covered my pole, I pulled back on
my helmet and looked into the pee hole that opened and I poked my finger
into it. The head was a little squishy but hard at the same time, it felt
good to be able to play with my wienie right out in the open. I let a long
string of spit slme down to my pee pee watching it drift down my skin to my
berries. I looked up and watched my uncle flipping pancakes. He smiled and
winked at me, I beamed with delight at our naughty game. I liked that his
wienie was getting big too. I flopped back down into the cool sheets and
started sliding my fingers in the spit on my spike like Uncle Jack did, it
was yummy. I spit on the finger of my free hand and stuck it in my
butt. Faster I jerked, deeper I pushed.

"This feels so good." I whispered to myself.

The stench on the sheets was extra good for some reason; it was like my
uncle was there with me holding me as I played the feel good game with my
wienie. I could smell my odor in the sheets too, like how I smell under my
arms when I played hard. I liked the way I smelled anyways, except after a
bath. I felt the bed shake a little and I froze.

"Don't stop, Kev." Uncle Jack hushes, pulling me onto his warm chest a
little and cuddling his arm around me.

I looked up into my uncle's loving eyes; he nodded to me smiling sweetly. I
closed my eyes and started to pull on my wienie again, my finger back up my
butt hole. I felt warm and safe in my uncle's arms. I never felt so good,
so loved, so naughty before. He rubbed my thigh softly as I did my
work. Feeling the bed shake more I blinked my eyes open. He was pulling on
his wienie too! I turned and smiled into his eyes but quickly turned my
attention back to our smoking poles glancing between my jerking hand and
his. We were sweating together and I loved how we were getting all sticky
and wet. The air was full of our stinky smells, awesome! I watched the
clear juice fling from my uncle's wienie tip, I wanted it on me!

"I'm doing it Uncle, I'm doing it!" I cried as the good feeling started to
get big.

I pulled faster and pushed my finger deeper than I had ever done before, I
added a second finger going deep, I had to really push and it was hard to
wiggle my fingers up my butt. The feelings rushing through me were almost
unbearable, this new feeling felt so good it hurt, I could not stop, I had
to do it.

"That a boy Kev," my uncle panted, "good boy!"

Then it hit me, I jerked and thrashed. My uncle brought is hand to my chest
and held me tight. Strange out of control sounds were coming from me! I
loved playing like this! I had to let go, my wienie just could not take it
anymore. I watched my swollen red stiffie pulse as the tingles shot from
deep inside of me exploding out the very tip of my wienie. This was
amazing! My uncle squeezed me tighter, I through my head hard back into his
chest.

"Don't be scared Kev, I'm going to cum!"

"Whoa Uncle Jack!" I panted, staring at his dick.

I watched his slick helmet swell out and then stuff started to shoot out of
him. It was going all the way past his head, hit his face, splattered on
his chest, and mine. I watched him squeeze his hard hot rod and a big glob
of the heavy white goop rolled out over his fingers. He was panting hard as
if he could not catch his breath. He rubbed my chest as he held me rubbing
the stuff into my skin, we melted. I was not sure about getting the stuff
on me but did not dare say anything. The air smelled really weird
saturating the bedroom. I had smelled it before, but where?

"What happened?" I trembled, looking into my uncles red face.

"Well if I have pre-cum I would have cum too, right Buddy?" Uncle Jack
smiled tickling me a little.

"You had cum?' I stammered pushing my finger into the goo

I brought it to my nose for a sniff, which was what I smelled in the air. I
was trying to process all of this; it did not make any sense to me. I let
the tip of my tongue touch the goo on my finger and I shuttered.

"It looks like those little wheels are turning in that cute little head of
yours." Uncle Jack chuckled sitting us up. "Let's eat."

"I thought cum was the feeling that came out of my wienie, Uncle Jack?"

"It is in a way Kev," my uncle sighed getting up, walking to the kitchen,
"I have wet cum and you have dry cum."

I padded behind him finding a few more drops of my uncle's cum on my
thigh. I stood behind him by the sink, still confused. I ran my fingers
down his but crack and pushed them in a little, his opening was slick, damp
and tacky, mesmerizing.  I spread his cheeks and looked closely at his
pucker; the smell was almost overwhelming but also intoxicating. I never
looked at a bottom close up like this. I sucked on my finger and pushed at
the tight wrinkled entrance, it slipped in easily, he was kind of slippery
inside for some reason. My uncle leaned over holding onto the counter. He
reached around and grabbed my hand, was he mad?

"Like this. Kev."

He showed me to push in and out. I was a little scared but he seemed to
really like it. I know I liked a finger in my bottom; I liked my finger in
Uncle Jack's bottom too. Then he took my other hand and I took a hold of
his throbbing spike. We started to jerk on his ridged pole together. I was
excited and scared touching another person's privates.

"Try to use three fingers, Kev!"

I pressed my fingers together and pushed way hard, what the heck it would
be easier just to use my pinky too. I made my fingers as tight as I could
and pushed hard. Uncle Jack was heaving and I could hardly hold onto his
wienie we were going so fast, he was going to cum again! I added my thumb
mashed into my palm and tightly squeezed my fingers together. I pushed
again, hard! I gasped as I watched my hand disappear past my wrist. I did
not like this game anymore!

"Holly fuck, Kev!" Uncle Jack cried out arching backwards.

I tried to pull my hand out but it was like his bottom was holding it
inside. His insides kept squeezing my hand as he squirmed and groaned
squirting more cum out! Then he bent over in a panting heap holding onto
the counter with both hands. His bottom got loose so I pulled my hand out
and it had poo on it. I got really scared and started to cry, I did not
want poo on my hand!

He turned around with a big grin on his face, all pale; he was covered with
fresh wet cum. A warm wet washcloth came in contact with my sticky skin. It
did not seem so bad now that I knew he was not mad. I got my composure and
wiped my tears away with what I thought was my clean hand, it was covered
with wet cum, I giggled. I watched cum trickling down his chest.

"Why don't I have wet cum, Uncle Jack?"

"Just be patient, when you are a little older you will have wet cum like
me," Uncle Jack smiled, "wet or dry it is all good, Kev."

He kissed me softly on the lips before he affectionately continued to clean
me off. He was so gentle, when Mommy would wash my face it was like she was
trying to rake it off. I looked at the white drops on his chest and a
little in his belly button. As he moved a little it started to dribble down
so I scooped it up with my cum hand, rubbing it through my fingers. Jack
rolled the washcloth over my body, rinsing it out with fresh warm water,
over and over as I inspected his goop.

"It won't hurt me?" I asked getting the stuff from his belly button.

"No it won't hurt you, Buddy." He sighed washing my other hand.

I watched the glob drift slowly down between my fingers, I sighed and
sniffed. Then I did it, I stuck my fingers into my mouth.

"Yucky, Uncle!' I laughed, spitting.

 He kissed me all over as he cleaned me; somehow it was better after I
tasted his goo. I knew I wanted to taste it again even though I did not
like it. We ate pancakes that needed to be warmed up in the microwave. We
laughed and played, tickled and rolled on the floor, I sat on his lap and
we watched TV together. We were naked the whole time; he loved and stroked
my privates and I loved him doing it.  Just before he took me home we took
a shower together. He washed me in places I did not even know I had! Like
everything with Uncle Jack he was playful and it was fun. I carefully
washed his wienie enjoying that it was hard like mine. I gasped when he
took a razor from the shower shelf and shaved all around his wienie and his
hangy down berries. Uncle Jack smiled at me when I checked out his wienie
up close. I got brave and licked his helmet making sure not to touch his
leaking pee hole; I did it again this time pushing my tongue into his
leaking slit, awesome! As he dried me off I was getting upset about his
bottom again.

"Uncle Jack?" I peeped.

"Shoot, Buddy," the towel and his fingers working between my legs.

"I don't want to play in your bottom anymore." I whispered, hanging my head
down.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to shove your whole fucking hand up my ass,
Kev!" Uncle Jack laughed.

"I'm sorry." I sniffled, feeling even worse.

"It is alright Kev, remember you don't have to do anything you don't want
to, so you tried it and did not like it, no big deal."

"You are not mad?" I asked looking up into my uncles loving eyes.

"Not one bit, a little sore but not mad," Uncle Jack chuckled, "let's just
pretend it never happened."

"Thank you Uncle." I beamed, happy to forget.

He insisted on dressing me, I protested because I am a big boy, even bigger
now. In the end I gave in and to be truthful I really liked the way he
loved and kissed me while he slipped my board shorts back on kissing my
hard tool more, swiping his tongue over it before it diapered into my
shorts. He slipped one of his t-shirts over my head; it hung way down past
my waist loosely, my left shoulder exposed. I insisted that it was one he
had already worn. He even slid my flip flops on my feet, kissing each toe,
I really loved him. We kissed on the lips before leaving his apartment and
driving to my house. I was still not sure about the kissy stuff, I kind of
liked it and I kind of didn't.

"Here we are Buddy; let's go see how bad your Dad's hangover is." Uncle
Jack chuckled, pulling up into our driveway.

"Wait!" I stammered.

My uncle looked at me confused, I smiled and pressed my lips to his, my
arms came around his neck. I don't know why but I did not want the kiss to
stop, I could tell my uncle did not either. We kissed again, longer,
wetter, our tongues touched, just a little. My heart was beating out of
control, but I knew this day was ending, my life had changed.

My heart slowed, I was sure that what my uncle was doing with me was wrong
and I was bad for doing the naughty games with him, it was more than just
naughty games, something I did not understand. I felt really good, scared
inside and bad too! I loved my uncle so much I could explode! I also knew I
could never tell anyone how I felt or what we had been doing together, that
made me feel really bad somehow. I did not know what to do!

"Come on Buddy, we better go inside." Our embrace ended.

"Okay" I squeaked, a single tear trickling down my cheek.

KK

Wow, Kevin is learning all kinds of new stuff! But he has mixed feelings
about it, fucked up weird feelings. But you can tell he does not want to
stop, but can he go on? I wonder what other things Jack would teach him?

Let me know what you think and the story will unfold through Kevin's early
teens. If I don't get any feedback I will know it is a bomb, so let me know
if you want more.

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