Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2011 14:05:58 +0000
From: Grant Perkins <perkinsg1@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack and the beast Pt 1

Disclaimer: This story is based in the imaginative mind of the author and
is a work of fiction. The story describes sexual acts that may be offensive
or immoral to you. If this is the case, or its presentation in your
country/state is illegal then do not read it. Copyright retained by the
author.

Jack and the Beast Pt 1

My name is Sandy; actually it's Sandakan but that's too difficult for most
people to get around so I'm just Sandy even to my folks.  I'm twelve, no,
actually I'm not twelve until the end of next month but I feel twelve
already. I had my first dry orgasm younks ago and I see my balls getting
noticeably larger under my cock.  It was odd when it started to bend over
my expanding ball sack. However, my cock instantly straightened out as it
stiffened and just recently I started to get some pre-cum.  Now I'm waiting
for the first wet orgasm.

Sandy, how did I get my name?  Well it was given to me because it was the
name of the town in Borneo where I was conceived – at least that's what
my Mum says.  Actually my friends think I got my name from my fair
hair. You see my family is a bit complicated.  My father married my mother
very late in life – he was nearly 50 and Mum about 35.  This means that
my Dad is now over 60 and he and I don't often see eye to eye. He is a bit
of a grumpy old git most of the time which isn't too cool with me.

But my Uncle Jack is great.  I have to explain about him as it's, like,
complicated.  He is the grand-son of my grandfather's half brother but ever
so much younger than my father, we share a surname.  I have named him
`Uncle' Jack since I could first talk although he is about 27 now I think.
I see loads of him and he is a real cool guy.  He also has loads of money.
He did explain how he got it. Something about `commodity dealing' he said.
All about buying loads of stuff when it's cheap and selling it on when the
price goes up.  I think I'll do that when I grow up if it makes that kind
of dosh. Anyway, he went to university very close to our house so we got to
know him very well.

My Uncle Jack's single. He never speaks of any girls in his life I suppose
`cos my Mum goes on about him getting hitched.  I don't want him to do that
as he would have loads of brats and wouldn't come and stay with us and play
football and stuff with me.  Actually, that's what I like about being with
him.  He always has time for me, he treats me as an equal, listens to what
I have to say and I can talk to him about any stuff that I want – unlike
my dad.

He doesn't usually stay more than one night now as he has to keep in touch
with his office either from his house or on his massive laptop which is
always with him. Same goes for his 3g mobile which is frequently calling
him.

Early this year he came to stay.  After I was sent up to bed for the night
he was talking at length to my folks. I didn't know what it was about until
I came back from school the following day.  My Mom sat me down and
explained their plan for the next summer holidays. My Mum and Dad wanted to
cross to America and Canada to see various of her relatives and planned to
do it this summer holidays. I immediately asked whether I was going too.
She said that they couldn't afford the fares and hotels for me but Uncle
Jack had agreed to look after me and had plans for the whole holiday that
she was not allowed to tell me until they were finalized. However, they
looked very exciting, she said. I dreamed about what Uncle Jack had planned
for the holiday weeks until he said he was coming across to see us one day.

 To cut a long story a bit short, the plan was this.  Jack had purchased a
motor home and because he never had a gap year after university he planned
to spend the summer touring all around Europe in the motor home and I was
to accompany him that is if I wanted to.  Did I ever!?  The following weeks
up to the summer hols dragged. Jack was having some changes made to the
internal furnishing so he could communicate with his office and when it was
finished he and I would go across to the works to view it.  Meanwhile, he
said, I needed a lot of new – and more modern, clothes and on his next
visit we would go shopping.  It all looked really good.

He and I chose the clothes. I have never had so much trendy stuff before.
We went to a huge store in Birmingham and Jack and I took loads of stuff
into one of the larger changing booths to check them out. Jack said I had
better take all my old clobber off and we could start with the new
under-clothes. I was a bit fazed by getting naked although I had showered
in the public swimming pool near home with him a number of times. Somehow
in a department store it seemed less cool. Jack looked at me standing in
front of the mirror and said I was very well built for my age and I had the
sexiest butt he had ever seen! He had me turn a circle and then seeing the
reflection of my cock hanging over my balls gave me an instant erection. I
put my hands over it to hide it. Jack leaned over and gently took them
away.

"You shouldn't try to cover up like that Sandy."  He said.  "You have a
beautiful body and clearly your bits all work as they should. You should be
proud and glad.  Anyway, I have seen you naked for the last 11 years so no
big deal!"

Then he held up the first bit of clothing and we sorted the things that
fitted from those that didn't. He seemed to take a great deal of trouble to
make sure the boxer shorts were big enough for my burgeoning cock and
balls. About a half hour later I redressed and we went over to the
counter. Fortunately my stiffy went down quite quickly once we had moved on
from the boxers and tried on the other clothes.

The bill was very substantial. Jack suggested that we sort out a few of the
things to take home to show my folks and, to save their embarrassment, he
would put the remainder in his car boot until he got back. I was glad he
had done that as my folks would probably have made Jack take them back. I
was very grateful to my Uncle Jack and he grabbed me around the waist and
hugged me.

"Because you're worth it!" He said.  I decided that hugging my very
generous uncle was a good idea and made me all warm inside.

That afternoon we drove over to the coach-works where the motor home was
being converted.  Outside the works there stood the largest motor home I
have ever seen.  Maybe not as large as the Winnebago in the USA but massive
by our standards.  It had a twin back axel he said.  While one of the
engineering people took Jack around the alterations I was guided around by
the salesman.  Outside there was a roller door under the fixed bedroom
where he said we could store the scooter and bikes.  Scooter!  Uncle Jack
hadn't said anything about a scooter. Or bikes for that matter. The
salesman told me that Jack had ordered the two bikes as well as the motor
scooter and they were all due in a week or so.  Inside the motor home it
was vast.  There were two double bunk sets and a fixed double bed up a few
steps above the `garage'. They had removed one of the double bunk sets to
make an office. The lounge had a section that went out sideways when we
were parked driven hydraulically to add half as much again to its
size. There was a kitchen and large `wet room' shower/wc and basin. Air con
throughout with both fridge and freezer, satellite TV, DVD player, Xbox and
apparently a dish for satellite phone had all been installed.  I just
couldn't think of anything else that could ever be missing.

I later asked Uncle Jack what engine the monster had and he said it was a 5
lt turbo diesel.  I couldn't wait 'till the end of the term to set off.

We returned home with the brochures for the motor home and discussed it and
the departure dates and time with my folks.  You can imagine that they were
thrilled for me; and I guess for them being shot of me for the entire
summer holidays.  It was for about 6 weeks.  As I was changing schools I
could leave my present school after the exams.  It was all settled before I
went to bed.  Uncle Jack came up to see me before I went to sleep and sat
on my bed.

"Well Sandy." He said. "How do you feel about our summer adventure then
laddy?"

"It's going to be super isn't it, I can't wait to get on the road in that
`beast' of a motor home Uncle Jack!"  I replied.

He lent down and kissed me on the forehead.  "I think we shall have a great
holiday in the `beast', just you and me."

He held my hand and squeezed it. "I like that name – beast. It suits it
doesn't it. And mind Sandy, no more shyness about being naked, we shall be
seeing a great deal of each other both with and without clothes during the
summer you know."

He squeezed my hand.  "I just loved looking at you when you were changing
this afternoon. I think you have a beautiful young body and you should be
proud to show it off and with the new trendy clothes we got, all the lads
and lasses will be dazzled."

The rest of the term dragged by so slowly.  I thought a great deal about my
uncle and wondered what he looked like with a hard on. I had seen him in
the shower naked a number of times and he had a much longer cock than me
but he was so much older and I suppose I would catch up in the next few
years.  In bed thinking about his cock made me hard and usually started me
off wanking.  By the end of the term I found I was beginning to squirt a
small drop or two of cum.



Chapter 2

The day arrived at last when Jack came to pick me up.  Sadly, not in the
`beast' as it had now become known, but in his car. He said it was better
not to show it off and anyway there was no where to park it by our house.
It was quite a long journey to his house but we chatted away discussing the
journey he had planned.  The main aim was, he said, to get down to the
Mediterranean Sea and some hot sunny weather.

  Three hours later we swung into the drive up to his large house.  Outside
on the drive the `beast' stood like some fancy modern `roady' coach at a
band gig.  It was our intention to leave early the following morning so I
stowed the stuff I had brought with me alongside the other new clothes Jack
had taken back to his house in the car on his last visit. Having eaten on
the way down Jack suggested early bed. He had put my sleeping bag in the
room next to him and said I should use the shower off his room.  I
undressed to my boxers and went through into his room. Jack was undressing
so I said sorry and made to leave.

"No, don't go Sandy." He said.  "You go through and start, I'll come in
later."

The shower was like a wet room with a large shower head on one side.  I
couldn't be seen just to slam the wet room door so pushed it mostly closed
and dropped my boxers and hung them on the hook behind the door.  I
adjusted the heat and stood under the very wide stream of water.  I grabbed
the soap and started washing when a naked Uncle Jack walked in.

"Guess I'll join you laddy." He said.  And stood under the water while I
got on with soaping myself beside him.

When you have done your front I'll wash you back if you like Sandy."  He
said turning off the water and facing me.  I couldn't force myself not to
look down at his cock. I flicked my eyes back to his face and saw he was
looking at mine. He took the soap over and started on my back.  It was
nice, his hands were warm and gentle. He worked down using his hands and
reached my bottom.

"Legs apart so I can soap this gorgeous bottom lad." He said.

I did and moved my legs quite far apart. Then he was easing his fingers
into my crack between my buttocks and then going out around them in
circles.  Meanwhile, he was steadying me with a hand on my tummy I felt his
fingers move down towards my bottom hole. His fingers lingered over my hole
gently tracing the wrinkled skin and making me shiver with exciting
feelings.  I hadn't realised how sensitive one's hole was to caresses.

"Do you like that Sandy?" He asked. I nodded agreement.

Then he knelt down and began to wash between my legs, up and down the
insides and up to my ball sack.  It was more than a bit thrilling for me
and I must have pushed back a little.

"I bet that's giving you a nice feeling isn't it sonny."  He asked.

"That's really wicked uncle – but feels good too." I said.

He wrapped his soapy fingers around my little balls and gently massaged
them.  I looked over my shoulder and he winked at me.  My keen young cock
was starting to rise.

"Why don't you just turn around and I can make it even better." He said
quietly.  As I turned I glanced down and saw that his cock was rapidly
filling and rising too.  His hand moved around the top of my leg until it
bumped against my now, almost vertical cock.

"I had a feeling you would like me playing with your stuff Sandy, When I
was your age I just loved someone playing with mine."

He began to move his hand gently up and down my cock using the soap as a
lubricant.

"Your foreskin seems very tight Sandy, can you retract it yet?" He asked.

"You mean pull it right back like it was circumcised. No, it goes back a
bit but only the tip shows?"  I replied.

 "You need to be able to do that so you can keep the inside cleaned out
from time to time and with the skin retracted it feels so much better when
you wank off ." All the time he was slowly moving his hand and I wanted to
do the same for him but as I was standing and he kneeling it wouldn't
work., but this was fun!

"You have started wanking haven't you Sandy?"  He asked. I hesitated but
thought, what the hell, he was rubbing my cock so I shouldn't feel
embarrassed.

"I learnt how to do it from my friend last year. He was very good at it and
used to squirt white stuff out of the end.  I got the same feelings as him
but nothing came out of the end at first but about half way through last
term I got a few drops and now it squirts quite a lot." I said.

"Did you do it last night?" He asked.  I told him yes and I usually do it
most nights. He said he would see how far he could retract my foreskin and
I watched as he rinsed off the soap from my cock and his hand and gripped
the end of my penis just where the head of my knob showed with his finger
and thumb. He eased his fingers down my stiff cock pulling my foreskin
back. At first it came back easily to almost the end of the red knob but
stopped just before the swelling of my knob joined the stem.

"That's about as far as it will go laddy. It may hurt a little if I take it
the rest of the way but I can show you how nice it is to have it retracted
if you like.  It did feel as if it was stretched but I said I should like
to feel the difference. He lent forward while still holding my foreskin
back and to my surprise started to lick the end.  It was like an electric
shock as his tongue licked up and down on the end.  What a feeling. He had
to hold onto my bottom to steady me. He looked up at me.

"Was that good Sandy?"  He asked. When I had agreed that it was cool, he
went back and this time he wrapped his lips over the end and gently tongued
and sucked on my penis.  The feelings I got were out of this world. He
started digging at my foreskin with his tongue and then I had this funny
feeling of tightness on the end. However the effect it all had on me
obliterated any discomfort it might have given. I was first approaching
orgasm when Jack took his mouth off my cock so I could see what my penis
head looked like with the foreskin retracted.  It looked so strange with
the deep red knob fully exposed.  It was slightly larger than the stem of
my cock so the wrinkled circle of skin looked bunched up around the top of
the stem.  I still needed to cum badly so asked him to finish me off. He
put his lips back around my cock and within seconds I was fully into
orgasm. I hadn't realised that any spunk I fired would go into his mouth
but I didn't care. I had four squirts before I realized that I had spunked
in Jack's mouth and tried to pull my cock out but he held my arse tight and
I saw him swallow. He let me out and looked up and smiled.

"I guess you liked that Sandy!" He said. I grinned.

"It was really cool Uncle Jack. Did it taste nasty, I'm sorry, I didn't
have time to warn you I was squirting."

Not in the least, your cum tastes just fine, like nectar and I think we can
drop the `Uncle' while we are on this holiday will that be all right?

"I just call you Jack then, that's cool?"  I asked.

"Looks good to me.  Now." He said. "You need to get into bed and get some
sleep I think. Grab that towel and dry off while I get washed."  He stood
up and I saw his erect tool sticking out as ninety degrees.

"Can I feel your cock Jack?" I asked. "It looks so large and stiff I'm sure
it needs to cum."  He looked at me for a moment.

"Well, OK but just a quick one."  I reached across and wrapped my small
hand around his super-stiff cock. His foreskin was peeling back and my
touch caused it to completely retract. Mine seemed to have come back over
my cock by itself. I started to wank him off, my fingers only just long
enough to work his tool. He put an arm around my shoulders and I saw he had
his eyes closed.  I thought his slightly hairy balls; so much bigger than
mine, were pulled up into his groin and I touched them with my fingers.
They too were so soft to the touch. I heard his breathing quickened and
increased my pace. His arm tightened around me and then I felt his cock
expand and try to force his cock upwards then the first of four strong
spurts jetted into the stream of water from the shower and he began to
relax.

"Was that ok Jack, did I do it right for you?"  He smiled down at me.

"That was the coolest cum I ever had Sandy, you were ace!"  He
replied. "Now you should quickly dry off and I can wash."

He paused. "I have a better idea about sleeping. Why don't you snuggle down
in my bed with me tonight then we can keep each other company – would
you like that Sandy?"  I agreed, of course!

Second part to come soon.