Date: Mon, 6 Dec 2010 21:06:52 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: its all relative-1

ITS ALL RELATIVE


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	Shakeem Miller was 19 years old, 6'1", 175 lbs with a medium
muscular build, brown skin, with a wooly bush (which he normally wear in
cornrows or a nappy ponytail when not done), thick full lips, and spotty
hair goatee (which never grows in fully). He had just had another huge
fight with his live-in girlfriend (Tamika), when she threw him out of the
house for the umpteenth time with nothing but the clothes on his back and
the shoes on his feet. Shakeem wandered the streets for the better part of
the night, trying to find a place to crash. He couldn't call his parents as
they hadn't been very supportive of his relationship with Tamika in the
past, given that she was at least 10 years older than him and had 3
children with three different baby daddies (the youngest one's
Shakeem's). Shakeem's mother believed he was too young to be bogged down in
a serious relationship with an grown woman and 3 kids at such a young age,
so calling her would only cause her to say "I told you so", and Shakeem was
in no mood to argue. He couldn't call any of his "hommies" as he had left
his cell phone and car keys in the apartment with Tamika when she kicked
him out, and she certainly wasn't letting him back inside to get them.


	It was getting late (around 1am) when Shakeem finally got the
bright idea to call information (on a public phone) and see if he could
find his uncle Gregory. Shakeem hadn't seen his uncle since he was a kid,
recalling that the he and the family had had some sort of falling out a
long time ago. Uncle Greg had been considered the black sheep of the family
when he left his wife and kids of 10 years for another man. Shakeem had
been too young to understand what was going on at the time, but remembered
a lot of arguing and bickering within the once close net family. Shakeem's
mother (Greg's sister) couldn't understand how a man could leave his wife
and biological children for someone else, particularly another man, which
the church and the black community both looked down on. Gregory was
rejected from the family, --banned from all family events, gatherings and
celebrations such as holidays, reunions, weddings, graduations, birthdays,
and even funerals. Shakeem recalled an incident once when he was 9 years
old, when the police were called to his grandma's funeral after uncle Greg
showed up unexpectedly with his male lover. The last time Shakeem
remembered seeing his uncle was when he was being escorted out of the
church by police who suggested he visit his mother's gravesite sometime
AFTER the funeral services were over.
	Shakeem didn't know if his uncle would be willing to help him after
all this time, especially after the way the family had shunned him so many
years ago. But he was feeling somewhat desperate and needed a place to lay
his head for the night. He dialed the operator, gave his uncles' first and
last name, then crossed his fingers as she placed the call straight
through...


	39 year old Gregory Allen was home in bed, his fuck buddy's legs up
over his muscular shoulders as he humped relentlessly into his ass. Greg's
computer hookup (Andre) lay under him, moaning and grunting painfully with
each inward stroke of his enormous dick. The bed bounced with every thrust,
banging the headboard into the support wall as the two men fucked like
animals.
	Their sex session had begun an hour prior, when Andre came over and
began sucking Greg's thick dick on the living room sofa. Greg had laid back
comfortably on the couch (watching porn) as Andre got down onto the
carpeted floor between his legs and began sucking, running his full lips up
and down Greg's impressive pole with loving admiration.


	Most men love receiving head, and Greg was no exception. For nearly
20 minutes he allowed Andre to suck his dick, occasionally going south to
lick his balls and tongue fuck his hairy asshole. Once Andre had Greg
sufficiently heated, did the adjourn upstairs for the man event. In bed
Greg returned the favor by eating Andre's ass, placing the slimmer (more
petite) man facedown across the bed as he roughly parted his hairless
cheeks and pressed his hairy face in-between. Andre moaned in sluttish
release as Greg expertly ate his well experienced ass. Greg took his time
tongue drilling the hole, adding a lot of spit as he knew it would be their
only source of lubricant. Once he had the asshole thoroughly juiced with
spit, he climbed up onto the bed on top of his guest, then roughly shoved
his thick 10" dick straight up computer hookup's asshole.
	Andre screamed aloud as the dick quickly penetrated his ass and
buried in his colon, leaving no room to move. At 6'0", 195 lbs of thick
muscle, Greg was easily able to pin Andre down while he rooted him,
spearing him on all 10 inches of his rock solid manhood.


	Andre's asshole smarted (profoundly) as it pulsed, squeezed,
convulsed, and throbbed painfully around Greg's embedded wood. Unable to
wiggle away from the muscled man on top of him, Andre was forced to lay
there and submit, surrendering his asshole to his computer friend.
	Greg kept his dick buried for several minutes, lazily enjoying the
way Andre's asshole spasm around his dick. Only when he felt the asshole
starting to relax and accept his rooted prick, did Greg finally start to
move his hips, slowly pulling and pushing his dick in and out of the well
lodged hole.
	Andre didn't know up from down as his asshole tried to accommodate
the huge phallus moving through it, claiming the space as its own as it
moved in as if it were a house. Andre could feel his anus being forced in
and out, following the direction of the penis. After a few dozen strokes
his asshole started to adjust, becoming wetter with Andre's own innate
desire to please a dominate top. Soon Greg was fucking through his hole as
if it were lubed with an entire bottle of WET, occasionally pulling out
just long enough to spit down onto the well fucked hole before pushing back
in to resume fucking.


	For the next 45 minutes or so he fucked Andre's ass, changing
positions periodically to add depth and dimension. Andre screamed and
squealed as the dick pumped through him, turning his manhole into jello as
the solid 10" slab beat a prominent path straight through his gut.
	On his back, Andre could look up into the face of his partner, or
look down between their crashing bodies to watch Greg's big dick disappear
up into his spread upturned ass. Greg was relentless with his strokes,
having worked out regularly, he had the stamina of a bull, and often fucked
his bedmates into unconsciousness. Andre however was no slouch in bed
himself, rolling Greg over onto his back as Andre took the top position,
fucking Greg's dick with his ass.


	Greg lay with his back flat against the mattress as Andre rode,
slapping his spread ass down into Greg's lap repeated (in squat
position). Greg had little to do but simply lie there was Andre did all the
work, bouncing with his legs as if on a polo stick, his spread ass cheeks
happily sliding up and down the hard pole with relative ease. It wasn't
until Greg reached up and grabbed Andre by the waist (underhand, under his
thighs) and started thrusting up into him with powerful ass splitting
strokes, did Andre feel the dick head moving up into his chest. As soon as
he reached down to stroke his dick did he accidentally cum prematurely,
shooting his watery load all over Greg's hairy chest and stomach.
	Greg felt the watery splash of liquid hit his body, showering his
muscled torso in creamy white drops of semen. Andre's orgasm prompted Greg
to fuck faster, sending his dick in and out of his computer lover's ass at
frightening speed. While Andre was screaming in a mixture of orgasmic
release and pain, Greg rammed his 10" pole straight up into Andre's anal
socket and unloaded, sending a flood of sperm gushing into his beaten and
battered innards.


"Oh guuudddd..., I can feel it! I can feel it coming...!" gasped Andre,
feeling the thick dick pulse inside him.
	Greg moaned manly groans and grunts as his orgasm slowly
subsided. Once his dick softened, Andre pulled off and quickly started
cleaning Greg's manhood with his mouth, sucking and slurping along the
rubbery shaft to swallow whatever creamy remnants might be hiding inside.
	Greg was just on the verge of relaxation when his home telephone
started suddenly ringing...


"Expecting someone...?" teased Andre, still suckling the soft dick.


"Nobody but bill collectors call this number..." said Greg, wondering WHO
could be calling at this odd hour? "...everyone else calls my cell!" he
added as he reached across the bed towards his nightstand. "Hello...?" he
asked into the receiver, curiously.


"This is the operator. I have a person to person collect call from a
Shakeem Miller for a Gregory Allen..., will you except the charges?" asked
the impersonal operator.


"Shakeem Miller...?" questioned Greg aloud, not recognizing the name...


"Uncle Greg..., it's me...Shakeem! Sabrina's son...!" said the 19 year old
in the background.


"Oh..., SHAKEEM...!" recalled Greg, remembering his little nephew. "Yes
operator, I'll accept the charges!" he said, allowing the call to come
through.


"Thanks uncle G..., I really appreciate you taking my call on such short
notice...!" said Shakeem, apologetically.


"I'll be damn...! Lil' Shakeem...!" laughed Greg, sitting back against the
headboard as Andre continued to nurse, and listen. "How long's it been...?
YEARS...!"


"Ten years to be exact!" answered Shakeem, remembering correctly.


"Ten years...?" sighed Greg, "...MY how time flies...! Is everything
alright? Is something wrong with your mother?" he asked, suddenly thinking
the worse.


"Oh no..., no..., everything's fine...!" assured Shakeem, hearing the worry
in his uncle's voice. "Everybody's okay...! I'm...I'm..., calling on my own
behalf!" he finished.


"Oh...?" asked Greg, feeling less worried and more curious. "What's up...?"


"I'm sorry to bother you this late, uncle G..., but I need to know if you
could do me a HUGE favor...? I'd understand if you said `no'...!" said the
young man, explaining the fight he had with his girlfriend tonight, as well
as his reasons for not wanting to get his parents or his close friends
involved.
	Greg listened as his nephew explained everything briefly...

"Does your mother know you're calling here...?" asked the uncle, knowing
his sister would hit the roof if she knew her son was asking for help from
her GAY brother.

"ummm..., no." hesitated Shakeem.

"I didn't think this is a good idea, son..." said Greg, thinking it over,
remembering his last encounter with the family. "...you know your mother
would never approve of you staying here with me..., even for just ONE
night!"

"What mom don't know won't hurt her, uncle G.!" reasoned Shakeem, feeling
desperate. "Please...?" he begged. "This isn't about her..., it's about ME!
I promise it'll only be for one night! I'll be out of your hair by tomorrow
morning at the latest! I swear! And mom'll never know! I'll figure
someplace to stay with one of my friends later...!"
	Greg could hear the desperation in his nephew's voice, even over
the phone. Everything in him told him to just hang up , that helping his
nephew would only result in his parents finding out and making his life
miserably all over again. He had gotten used to living his life WITHOUT his
immediate family's love and support, finding acceptance among his
friends. They wouldn't even allow him to say goodbye to his own mother at
her funeral, refusing him that basic human right!
	It took Gregory years to get over that literal slap in the face!


"Okay..." he said, going against his better judgment. After all, isn't that
what family was for?
       He gave his nephew the address and told him to catch a cab over,
saying he would pay for it when he got there. Shakeem thanked his uncle
graciously for going out on a limb for him, then flagged down the first cab
he saw...


"So..., no seconds...?" asked Andre, sounding disappointed after hearing
the telephone conversation.


"No..." said Greg, getting up out of bed. "...my straight nephew just got
kicked out of his girlfriend's house and is coming over to crash..., I'll
have to catch a rain check on `seconds', okay?"


"Fine with me..." said Andre, searching the floor for his
underpants... "...you have my screen name when you want to hookup
again...!"


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	Greg hopped into the shower to clean up before his new guest
arrived. He got out of the bathroom and towel dried and dressed just before
the doorbell rang. He looked at the clock which read 1:35am, and knew it
was his nephew.
	Tossing the soiled clothes and sheets into the hamper, he ran
downstairs to answer the front door. Turning on the porch light, he opened
the door not knowing what to expect...


"Uncle G.?" called a 6 foot 1 inch tall, handsomely built, young man with
the spotty goatee and wooly hair, causing Greg's jaw to drop...


"Shakeem...?" he asked, hoping it wasn't, as his dick started to stir in
his sweats... Shakeem looked down at the hand, then bypassed it as he
walked up and gave his long lost uncle a big hug.


"Nice to finally see you, again!" greeted Shakeem, holding out his hand to
shake. Greg gripped the boy's hand firmly, then pulled him inward for a
full body contact hug. Shakeem hugged his uncle back, ignoring his
questionable sexuality as he accepted his uncle's hug.


"Let me get a good look at you...!" said Greg, stepping back to take it all
in. Damn his nephew was HOT! "You ain't no little boy anymore!" he stated,
causing Shakeem to blush. "How old are you now...?"


"19" answered Shakeem with a big embarrassing grin.


"You look GOOD boy! I see you like to work out!" said Greg, grabbing his
nephew's toned biceps.


"I run a lil' ball..." said Shakeem. "But I see YOU work out..." he added,
admiring his uncle's physique. "...you got some serious definition going
there...! You lift weights...?"


"I do okay for an old man...!" smiled Greg, glad his nephew noticed.
	Just then the cab beeped his horn as a reminder...


"Oh yeah, I forgot about the cab..." said Shakeem, not having enough money
to pay for it.


"I got you...!" said Greg, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket as he
walked out into the darkened street to pay the fare. Shakeem waited on the
front porch as the cab drove off and his uncle briskly returned. The two
men reunited on the porch, with Greg showing his nephew inside.


"Nice place, Uncle G.!" said Shakeem (sounding somewhat surprised), looking
around at the modern furnishings and picture art. Nothing about the decor
screamed homosexual (except the large oil painting of two dark skinned
black men sharing a strong embrace), in fact, Shakeem could envision
himself living in a place just like this (minus the picture of course).


"Thanks. I did what I could on what little I had left over after child
support...!" laughed Greg, leading Shakeem into the living room. "Have you
eaten...? Would you like a beer or something...?"
	Shakeem was too embarrassed to tell his uncle that he was starving,
that he had been kicked out of the place he lived without so much as a
slice of bread! He merely nodded his head as his uncle showed him into the
kitchen, taking leftovers out of the refrigerator. "All I've got is a few
pieces of fried chicken, greens and some potato salad...!" he offered,
tossing the chicken and greens container in the microwave. "Here..., have a
seat...!" he offered, handing Shakeem a beer.


"Thanks uncle G...!" said the teenager, popping the top on the can. "I
really appreciate all of this!" he added, turning the can up to his full
lips.
	Greg got the food out of the microwave, then spooned it all out
onto a plate along with the potato salad for his nephew to consume. For the
next hour they talked about their lives, their families, and everything
in-between. Shakeem caught Greg up to date on everything that's happened
his sister's life over the past 10 years. Somewhere around 3am Greg showed
Shakeem up to the bedroom, where they were to share a large king size bed.


"I would have given you one of the spare rooms to sleep in..." explained
Greg, "...but I've converted one into a weights room..., and the other into
a storage room, --so I've only got ONE bed!"


"It's okay..." said Shakeem, not too thrilled about sharing a bed with a
gay man (even IF it was his uncle). "...we'll make due!"


"I promise to stay on MY side of the bed!" joked Greg, pulling down the
fresh sheets he changed after his earlier company went home. "I usually
sleep naked..." he added, getting a brow rise from Shakeem), "...but I'll
make an exception this ONE night for you...!" he laughed, taking off his
pullover shirt.


"Thanks, uncle G..., I appreciate that...!" laughed Shakeem nervously,
looking his masculine looking uncle over as he began to undress.
	Shakeem couldn't help wondering how a man as masculine and muscled
as his uncle could be gay? Gay men were usually soft feminine types, guys
who you could easily look at and see they were `funny'. If Shakeem hadn't
already known his uncle's history, he never would have been able to tell
his sexuality. Shakeem couldn't help but wonder what kind of magic mojo
some gay guy put on his uncle to make him just jump up and leave his wife
and kids for another dude? The question burned on his tongue like acid, but
he didn't want to say anything that might jeopardize his stay as the two
men got into bed.
	Shakeem was very aware of his space as he settled into bed. Afraid
to turn his back (or his front) to his uncle, he slept on his back
(protecting his ass), staring up at the dark ceiling until he heard his
uncle snoring. Then (and ONLY then) did Shakeem allow his eyes to close for
the night...


End part one...

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