Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2010 00:24:54 -0400
From: Corn Husker <cornhusker64@gmail.com>
Subject: HUSKER INCEST STORIES 2

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UNCLE G 1

My Uncle G and Uncle A shared a house from their 40s to their 70s.

My dad travelled a lot for work and when he would travel, I would stay with
my uncles.

I usually shared a bed with Uncle G because my uncles would stay up
driniking and watching tv a lot and I would get tired before them and so
instead of sleeping on the couch, my Uncle G would send me into his room to
sleep.

Uncle G who was 43 had been married, divorced and had kids who lived with
his ex-wife.  Due to the alimony, he swore he was never getting married
again but he had plenty of girlfriends.

Uncle A at the time was 53 and he had black hair, blue, blue eyes and was
about 6'3. Tall and a bachelor for life, he had girlie magazines all over
his room and pictures too - very good natured also. He always wore blue
jeans and a blue denim shirt with a white t-shirt underneath tucked into
white BVDs.

I used to go in to wake him up in the am and he always had the covers off
himself and a raging pee hardon. Almost every morning he would wake up and
say to me, "Why don't you go and take a piss for me so I can go back to
sleep..." and everytime he said it he would look down and waggle his hard
cock in his underwear.

Still drives me crazy LOL.

Uncle G was a great guy, also a bachelor in his later years, but I often
managed to sleep in his bed - a double sized bed and he always slept in just
his FOTL. He had his own bathroom and shower off his bedroom and I got
plenty of eye fulls LOL of him doing almost everything from showering to
peeing to sitting on the pot!

In any case, I was happy to share a room with Uncle G since he was my
favorite uncle. He had served in the Navy while my dad served in the Air
Force. He was always cheerful and happy and he shared my dad's good looks
with his blue eyes, farmer-tanned skin and prematurely salt and pepper hair.
He, like my dad and most of his older male siblings, loved their beer and
football - national Midwestern pastimes to be sure!

Uncle G's room was large, but he only had a full size bed with a single
nightstand and dresser in it. The bed was parallel to the bathroom door and
his nightstand was on the right side of the bed that was closest to the
bathroom door. He told me that my side was the left side which was closest
to the wall. There was a matching night stand on my side as well.

Next to the bathroom door was an outlet about waist high with a night light
on it and when I mentioned to Uncle G that I never saw an outlet so high on
the wall, he proudly stated that he had put the outlet in himself so that he
could "see the door to head" even if he was half asleep so he wouldn't piss
on the floor. I must have looked shocked because he laughed and said that he
had never pissed on the floor - but it was "just in case".

Uncle G. - as did all of us then and now - slept in his white bvds. He had
his regular routines before bed as well as when he woke in the morning.

The first week we shared the room together, this was pretty much his
routine:

1. At night, he would pee, shower, brush his teeth and then put on a clean
pair of bvds before getting into bed to set the alarm and then go to sleep.

2. In the morning, he would get up and as he always liked to say: shit,
shower and shave - after which he put on fresh bvds, wake me up and then get
dressed for work at the boiler plant.

He would always half close the bathroom door when he was in there but I
would catch brief glimpses of his naked ass, back - a couple of times his
cock - but just for a few frustrating seconds.

The first week was pretty non-descript, except that I could hardly sleep
with him next to me. He usually fell asleep fast and he would start sleeping
with his back to me under the covers and by morning he would have kicked the
covers off himself within 2 hours of falling asleep and either be lying flat
on his back or facing me. I would stare at his cock bulge in his white bvds
for most of the night and loved seeing it go soft to hard to soft as he
slept.

I stayed up as long as I could watching his beautiful bulge and would
eventually fall asleep at some point. Towards the end of the week, Uncle G.
would have to shake me awake since I was so sleep deprived LOL!

So it was from the first Sunday night until that first Friday morning. At
breakfast, Uncle G laughed with my Uncel A about how hard it was to wake me
in the morning - I remember thinking, if he only knew why I was so tired!!

That night Uncle G went out to the local beer joint as usual and when he
hadn't come back by midnight and the house was quiet, I went to bed alone.
My  Uncle A. had gone to bed a couple hours before so I went to bed alone.

I was half dozing when I heard Uncle G stumble into the room and close the
door behind him. I had the sheet over my head and face with a small opening
for fresh air so he probably couldn't have seen if my eyes were wide open
but I kep them squinted and pretended to be asleep.

Uncle G reached over and switched on his nightstand lamp which wasn't really
bright - probably 40 watt - but enough to cast a dim lim on the room.

Uncle G seemed a bit drunk and he stumbled a bit as he fumbled out of his
dress cowboy boots, jeans and western dress shirt. He looked over my way
briefly and then went into the bathroom and stood at the toilet. He stepped
out of his bvds clumsily and let loose a heavy stream of pee and peed for
what seemed like 10 minutes! His cock was cut, about 5.5 - 6 inches soft and
had a big round fleshy mushroom head tip. He finished and shook his cock and
then headed over to the bed - naked!!

He climbed in and I took in the scent of Uncle G's musk cologne, tobacco
smoke and beer as he settled in to sleep. I lay as still as I could positive
that he would hear the loud pounding of my heart and quickened breath and
wake up but he fell asleep as usual.

I waited and prayed that he would be true to form and kick off the covers in
an hour or two - and after what seemd like 5 hours, he did!

I stayed under the sheet, peeking out at his beautiful naked body, his cock
laying against his thigh. I watched as it went from soft to hard and then
soft again - swearing that I could see a glistening drop wetting his pee
slit.

He slept as usual, intermittently snoring and moving slightly as he slept. I
peered over at the alarm clock and saw that is was about 5:30 AM - about 3
and a half hours since Uncle G. stumbled into the bed naked.

I just took in his beautiful form as he slept: a dark bronze farmers tan on
his face, neck and upper arms, white skin everywhere else highlighted by a
salt and pepper haired chest from which trickled a thin silvery trail of
hair to just past his belly button and then a thick bush of darker hair
above and around his shaft. His balls were big, heavy and not as hairy. His
cock lay semi-turgid along his thigh and yes, it looked as if his pee slit
was slighty wet from the soft-hard-soft and now getting hard again actions
of his dreaming cock.

His hand absently fondled his growing cock in his hand and I froze once
again as I watched. He wasn't really playing with it, but it kept growing
until it was stiff as a rock.

Suddenly, Uncle G. started and was semi-awake. He groggily mumbled, "Little
Buddy?" which was his nickname for me and I stayed frozen, pretending to be
asleep and willing my heart to stop pounding so loudly. "Little Buddy?" he
repeated. Uncle G. moved his hand from his cock to shake me slightly. "Hey
Little Buddy..." Again I lay still and quiet, trying to breath noticeably
deeper to feign sleep. After a few more light shakes, Uncle G. chuckled
quietly and mumbled, "Damn if that kid can't sleep".

He then positioned his head back on his pillow and stretched his legs out as
he reached down and took hold of his cock. He grabbed just the big fleshy
head between his forefinger and thumb - his finger on the underside of his
head and his thumb on the top of his head. He then started to make rotating
movements with them, just stimulating the head.

I watched entranced, heart pounding, mouth dry, trying not to breathe as he
continued - his head getting more and more swollen and rigid. He started to
mumble quietly, "Dolly, you lady, this is your loss tonight baby..." and
suddenly Uncle G. started shaking harder and harder, until he mumbled, "Oh
Goddamn f**kin; Christ O Mighty...uhhh" and his cum squirted out in thick
globs all over his belly. After he stopped cumming he sighed and mumbled,
"Goddamn...whew!"

He lay quietly for a few minutes and then got up and took another long pee
in the bathroom.

He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped himself then picked up his bvds and
crawled back into bed and was fast asleep.

I fell asleep soon after Uncle G had fallen into his post-orgasmic sleep and
knew nothing until I felt myself being shaken awake to Uncle G's familiar
voice. "Hey Little Buddy! Time to rise and shine boy, you're a' sleepin' the
day away!" I groggily looked up and saw Uncle G in his familiar daily
uniform of blue jeans and a plaid western shirt; his blue eyes twinkling as
usual and his silvery salt & pepper hair combed back with a bit of
Brylcreem.

I jumped into the shower as Uncle G made up the bed and wondered if I had
dreamt the whole thing but it seemed so real and was still very much burned
into my memory. If it was a dream, I hoped to have it again and again!

On Saturdays and Sundays, Uncle G and my assorted uncles, aunts, cousins,
second-cousins all gathered together to drink beer, talk, watch football,
play cards or lawn darts all weekend long.

It was all just another normal day and Uncle G seemed to be his regular,
normal self.

On Saturday nights, just like Fridays; Uncle G would get up from the couch
around 8:00 or 8:30 pm and announce that he had to go "shit, shower and
shave". He would then get dressed in his best jeans and one of his many
pearl buttoned dress western shirt and cowboy dress boots before he headed
out for one of the many local beer joints.

I laid awake under the sheet just as I had the night before, trembling in
excitement of a repeat experience of the night before. Again, around 2:00 or
2:30; I heard Uncle G. stumble in to the bedroom and watched through slit
eyes under the sheets as he undressed to his white bvds.

Same as before he went over to the toilet, peeled off his bvds and peed like
a racehorse. He then walked over and crawled under the covers into the bed
turning so his back was facing me. He fell quickly asleep and I looked at
the back of his head as he slept.

At some point I fell asleep and when I awoke, it was still dark and very
quiet except for Uncle G's light snoring. I was still on my side facing
Uncle G although no longer under cover of the sheet. My head was off the
pillow and I had slid down a bit towards the foot of the bed so that my face
was about at the level of just below Uncle G's breastbone. Uncle G was
asleep facing me and was very close – close enough that I could feel his
breath on the top of my head. My heart started pounding immediately when I
realized where I was!

I looked down just with my eyes and though dark, I could see only darkness
as I strained to see Uncle G's cock My left arm was just slightly under my
cheek and ever so slowly in little movements; I moved my arm down towards my
waist and laid it palm side up mere centimeters from Uncle G's groin. It was
a bit of an awkward position lying on my side and almost lying on my arm
down alongside my body but I wanted to try to get as close to that wonderful
cock as I could.

Positive that Uncle G was still sound asleep – as he was still lightly
snoring and breathing deeply and slowly – I slid my hand, palm up so that it
lay right against Uncle G's bulge. I felt the warmth of his body and his
thigh or was it his cock against the side of my hand and thumb. My palm was
slightly cupped in an effort to keep it as natural as possible in the event
Uncle G woke up. After an endless amount of indeterminable time, Uncle G
shifted slightly in his sleep and I realized his soft fleshy cock head was
pressed partially in my warm cupped palm. I lay completely still and didn't
move a single muscle – focusing on the warm flesh pressed into my palm.

I was thrilled at just being able to feel it, it was warm and I wanted to
feel his balls, his shaft and as well as the big fleshy tip pressed and
smashed into my palm.

Uncle G continued to sleep and then I felt his cock twitch slightly...once,
twice...then nothing. I held my breath and prayed to God that if he let me
feel Uncle G's cock getting hard in my hand – please!! – I would never ask
for anything again – ever! It was a prayer and a deal I offered to God on
many occasions in the past and would again offer in the future when I
`really' wanted something to happen.

Slowly, Uncle G's cock blossomed into my palm until it was hard and hot and
pressed into my palm, the head twitching now and again pressing into the
fleshy lower part of my palm just below my thumb.

I was in Heaven and was thanking God for making my wish come true when
suddenly Uncle G shifted in his sleep and ended up lying on his stomach with
my arm from the elbow to my hand under him! He was laying right on top of my
palm his hard cock pressed into it! I took this opportunity to cup my hand
around his hard bulge, marveling at the hardness and I swore I could feel
his heartbeat – or was it mine – though it, thumping in my head loudly. He
mumbled something and then I felt him thrust slightly into my
palm...once...twice...three times, his cock straining and swollen into my palm. I
cupped his cock a bit harder and felt his hard shaft and didn't even notice
my arm was starting to fall asleep.

My arm was now under Uncle G, my hand cupped around the upper part of his
shaft and my forefinger and thumb alongside his swollen head. Uncle G had
only thrust lightly a few times in his sleep and then stopped, still deep
asleep. His cock was hard, hot and swollen in my hand. I moved my forefinger
slowly until I worked it to the underside of his cock head. I could feel his
pee slit and I lightly, lightly moved my fingertip on just underside of his
swollen cock head at the bottom of his slit. It was all so unreal, I can't
even tell you how long it was but soon enough, I felt his tip get moist and
my fingertip was sticky and slippery with his pre-cum.

I kept rubbing the slippery spot slowly and lightly as he slept – his tip
was getting harder and harder – when suddenly it started to twitch up and
down, up and down...and then it squirted – blub, blub, blub, blub, blub...

I felt his cock head twitch with every spasm, twitch with every blob of
thick cum that it expelled; hot, sticky, thick and gooey. I think I could
have cum in my underwear right then!!

Suddenly Uncle G stirred, groggy and mumbling, "What the...Jesus Christ O'
Mighty!" he muttered under his breath, still half asleep, "Goddamn it!" He
lifted off my arm and almost fell out of bed trying to get out of it. He
stumbled to the bathroom and grabbed some Kleenex as I moved my arm away
from the spot and along my thigh – suddenly painfully aware of the tingling
in it as it woke up from being laid upon for so long.

Through squinted eyes, and perfectly illuminated by the wonderful high
nightlight, I saw Uncle G wipe off the long hanging thread of cum that was
dangling from his cock slit and then toss it into the toilet.

He grabbed a few more sheets of Kleenex and switched on the lamp on the
night table. The brightness caught me and I squinted half blind up at Uncle
G. His face was swollen with sleep and he was still pretty groggy.

"Sorry Little Buddy, shhhhh - go on back to sleep, I just dropped
something...go back to sleep." I quickly shut my eyes tight and turned away
from Uncle G to face the wall – quickly breathing deeply to feign sleep and
to try to quiet my pounding heart and breathing.

I heard him mumbling incoherently as he wiped at the goo on the bed and then
he got back into bed quickly falling asleep.

A few hours later, as I woke to the light sneaking in on my side of the bed,
I turned to see Uncle G still asleep next to me on his back. He was, as
usual, free of any covers and I looked down to see his beautiful cock
standing straight up – hard as a rock!!

The alarm clock read 6:00 AM – I had made sure never to get up on a weekend
before 10:00 or 11:00 AM to maintain my `deep sleep' reputation so I quickly
pulled the sheet over my head making my usual peephole so that I could take
in Uncle G's beautiful cock in broad daylight.

It was beautiful, big swollen, fleshy mushroom head – slightly pinkish
purple – on a nicely veined shaft that led to big heavy hairy balls.
Beautiful!

I watched and started to hear some stirring in other parts of the house,
Uncle A got up around 6:30 or 7:00 AM every day – even weekends – and my
Uncle G. stirred awake at the morning noises.

I saw his hand appear in my field of view as he reached down to scratch his
balls. His cock twitched and seemed to get longer and harder as he did so –
and I was thrilled once again to have a ringside seat!

I was so excited I realized I was breathing loudly in and out but Uncle G.
must have thought I was in a deep sleep.

Once again, he grabbed his cock head between his thumb and forefinger and
started to make his finger rotations on the top and bottom of his cock head.
It swelled up in no time and turned a deep purple-plum color. Uncle G
suddenly went taut and breathed in as he whispered "fuck"... – his legs
locked and out as his cock oozed out thick blobs of cum. Once he stopped
cumming, he exhaled deeply and suddenly got up from the bed and went into
the bathroom to shit, shower and shave as always.

I happily closed my eyes to get some much needed sleep!