Date: Mon, 03 Dec 2001 21:43:09 -0800
From: Joe Webster <joelaw@inreach.com>
Subject: Joey's Awakening

                          JOEY"S AWAKENING

                             Beginnings

I guess it all started with the pictures.  Yeah, the pictures.  Jerry,
my best friend, had brought them over one afternoon.   He had snuck up
the  outside  trellis  and found me in my room playing with  some  old
toys.   I  had been trying to decide how much and what I was going  to
throw  away  as  my dad had decided that I had too much stuff  in  the
room.

It  was  one  of  those  hot  midwestern  day.   You  know  the  kind.
Temperature about 90 degrees, the humidity almost as high.   Sweat was
an  ever  present factor during those summers as I recall  them.   So,
there I was sitting in a pair of shorts,  sweating like a pig as I put
different toys in the big box my dad had left for me.  Oh, you want to
know about me?   Well,  at the time I was had just turned fifteen.   I
was short, about five foot five, maybe six.   Blonde hair,  blue eyes,
slim  build,  but tending to a bit of stockiness.   No hair on my body
except the patch around my cock and balls and my armpits. Smooth round
butt,  that I know was called a bubble butt,  as my two older brothers
always seemed to like smacking it.

I lived with my dad and two older brothers, Tim and Gary.  Tim, he was
the  younger  of the two,  seventeen,  senior in high school,  not  an
athlete, but the body of one.  Gary, he had just turned eighteen,  had
just  graduated  from high.   He was the star athlete of  the  family.
Football, basketball, track, swimming, baseball, all of them, lettered
in them all.  He didn't want to go to college and so,  had taken a job
at a convenience store.  He was planning on taking some classes at the
vocational jr. college in town, but that hadn't started yet.  Gary, he
was over six foot tall, just like my dad.  He was blonde,  like me and
my  mother.   He was built well and all the sports and stuff he played
had  given him a spectacular body.   Not to mention that all the girls
in town just seemed to want to be near him.

Tim, now there was the lucky one, at least I thought so.   He had coal
black hair, just like my dad, hairy chest,  like my dad.  In fact,  in
some  ways,  they  were almost identical,  except that Tim  was  still
growing. From the time I had sneaked a peek at my dad naked,  yeah,  I
know what you're thinking,  but every guy tries to see what his father
looks  like naked.   If he says he didn't,  the fucker is lying.   Any
ways,  I  knew  that my dad was one of those "hung  studs"  they  talk
about, and so was Tim.   Tim was blessed with a hard body like my dad,
taut stomach, nice thighs, powerful looking when he wore shorts.  And,
from  the  bulge,  and the peek's I'd had of his cock,  hung  like  my
father.  A real stud.   He wasn't into sports,  mostly driving his car
that he rebuilt himself, with a little help from my dad and Gary,  but
mostly himself.

Tim had friends that, though some would probably end up in prison -  a
few  did -  were considered dangerous to mess around with.   No,  they
didn't  get  into trouble and stuff.   They were just rough  guys  who
played hard and partied hard.  Gary joined them sometimes,  but he was
mostly into the girls, especially the ones that "put out" as he called
it.   He wasn't shorted in the dick department either,  cause I caught
him with one of his "ladies" one afternoon out in the back shed by the
creek.   Shit,  she  was  moaning  and caring on and I  knew  she  was
enjoying what Gary was doing to her.  I had crawled around to the back
of  the  shed where I knew there was a hole in the wall.  I stared  in
amazement  at my brother as he fucked this chick over some  fertilizer
sacks against the wall.   He had her on her belly,  his hand socked in
her hair, pulling her head back, her legs spread as he fucked her from
behind. I stared in wonder at the sight of his big dick as it came out
of her already dripping cunt and slid back in to his big balls.

The  girl  was moaning and rocking like crazy as Gary's big dick  took
her and he was sweating and breathing like a stallion taking his mare,
as  he fucked her royally.   The girl was moaning and begging for more
and the more she begged,  the harder Gary plowed it to her.    When he
jerked  his cock out and flipped her over onto her back and spread her
legs wide,  I could see her pussy,  dripping cum like crazy,  her eyes
locked  on Gary's face as her body responded to the deep fucking he wa
giving her.  Then, as I watched, stroking my cock in my shorts, Gary's
head  flew back and he shouted,  "AW SHERRY,  Take it,  take it,  take
it!!"   Sherry,  his  main squeeze at the moment,  almost screamed  as
loud, saying, "YES!  YES! YES!  MORE GARY!   MORE!!"   I watched as he
crammed  every  inch into her cunt and it looked like he was going  to
shove his balls in at the same time. His body shook and I knew, he was
filling her with another load.

He  collapsed on top of her,  and she wrapped her arms and legs around
his sweating body,  kissing all over his face,  her hips humping up to
his  all the while.  I came just then,  filling my shorts as I watched
Gary's ass dimple as he continued to fill her.  Then, he lifted up and
kissed her and pulled back asking, "That enough Sherry honey!?   Or do
you want more!?"  In a breathless voice, Sherry said, "You know I want
more you big stud!  Shit,  nobody does this to me the way you do Gary!
Even  my old man doesn't fuck me the way you do!"   Gary looked at her
for a moment and she stroked his cheek and said, "Its o.k.,  honey.  I
told you my old man, my step dad,  was the one that got my cherry.   I
just  need a few more months with him and my mom and then,  I'm out of
there.  But, while I'm there, I have to let him have me!  Besides,  it
just  gets me excited cause I always think of you as the one doing  it
to me stud!"

I  guess that must have calmed Gary down some,  as he pulled his still
hard,  long  cock  out of her and she slid down his body.   Her  mouth
licked  and sucked at the blonde hair on his chest and belly and  when
she got to his cock,  she said,  "Besides,  I love to lick the cum off
this  big  fucker of yours honey!  It always tastes so good after  you
fuck me!"  She slid her mouth onto his cock and I almost shot again as
she  seemed  to  be able to take almost all of it into her  mouth  and
throat at once.   Gary groaned and rolled over onto his side,  holding
her head into his crotch as she continued to nurse on his cock.  Then,
she pulled back and said, "One thing about you Marston men,  you never
seem  to go down after you fuck a girl!"   She and Gary laughed as she
slid  her mouth back onto his cock.   I watched a little while  longer
and then, got up and went in to get myself cleaned up.  That was about
six  months  ago,  and now,  Gary was without a steady fuck  girl,  as
Sherry  had  run off with some salesman two months after  that  little
session in the shed.

As  for  Tim,  he  was too busy screwing around with his  buddies  and
driving his car. I loved riding in his car with him.   A big souped up
Chevy,  powerful,  noisy  too,  and  watching the way he  effortlessly
controlled  it.  I  could  tell he knew what he  was  doing,  even  if
sometimes he drove like a madman!

As  for  me,  well,  I'm a bit of a bookworm.   Not that I don't  play
around with the guys and stuff, just not too athletic,  nor interested
in cars.   Being the youngest,  and the smallest of my clan,  had both
disadvantages  and  advantages.   The disadvantages were that I  would
never be like my older brothers, much less my dad.  The main advantage
was  that I was the spoiled brat of the family.   Oh,  dad kept me  in
line, but my older brothers always treated me with kid gloves and kept
others  from messing with me too much.   Though they did seem to get a
kick  out  slapping my butt,  especially when I came out naked from  a
shower,  or  when their buddies were over and dad wasn't around.   Not
that I minded!  Hell, my brothers and their friends were hot studs and
were the ones that everyone wanted to know.  And, I knew them and just
accepted that they played rough with me sometimes.

You  see,  I  had figured out when I was around 13 that I  liked  men,
boys,  whatever.   I had known there was something different about me,
especially  when I would catch some older man eyeing me,  licking  his
lips, or just staring at my butt.  I sort of liked it and though I hid
it well, secretly wished I could do something about it.   But I didn't
know what.  That is, until Jerry brought the pictures over.

I  was  sitting  there,  when I heard the rustling at the  window  and
turned as Jerry came in.  He said,  "Hi Joey,  whatcha doin?"  I said,
"Got  to get these old toys out of my room.   Dad says I'm too old  to
have them around any more."   He slid down next to me on the floor and
said, "Wow,  I have some of those things,  but I never knew you had so
much stuff!"   I shrugged my shoulders and said,  "Well,  guess my dad
and  brothers  like to keep me occupied.   Most of it came from  them.
Though, a few, like this spaceship, it came from my Uncle Craig."   As
I  said Uncle Craig's name,  I shivered,  remembering the last time he
was there.

Jerry  said,  "Well,  any you don't want,  let me have first shot  at,
o.k.?"  I  nodded and we sat there for a few minutes,  as he  squirmed
next  to me and finished piling most of the stuff in the big box.   He
took a few things and then, he said, "Hey,  I got something really hot
to look at.  Want to see Joey?"  I said, "Sure,  why not!"   He smiled
and said, "Lets' get on the bed."   We got up and sat on the bed,  him
on  one  side,  me the other as he pulled a package out of his  levis.
They  were magazines and he spread them out between us and I gasped as
I  realized they were porn mags.   I had known about them,  hell,  how
could  I not,  since my brothers had a stash of them somewhere that  I
could  never find.    Jerry handed me one and said,  "You look at this
one and I'll look at this one." I took the magazine and it showed this
big  titted chick,  sucking the cocks of two men and letting them fuck
her in different positions around the pool they were at.

I was rubbing myself as I stared at the big dicks she was playing with
and getting shoved in and out of her.  Jerry said, "Man,  these are so
hot!   Wouldn't  you just love to put your dick in that chick's  pussy
and fuck her brains out!?" I mumbled something as he continued to flip
the  pages  of the mag he was reading.   I put mine down and began  to
leaf  through the small pile and there was one with a naked man on the
front, actually two naked men. As Jerry poured through his mag, I read
the print on the cover of the one in front of me.  It read: MANHOLE!

I looked up at Jerry,  his back to me sort of as I saw his hand moving
as  he stared at a picture in his mag.  I slid the mag under the cover
of  my bed and slid back onto my belly and looked at Jerry.   His  arm
was moving rapidly and I asked,  "Uh,  Jerry,  uh,  what are you doing
guy!?"   He  started,  like a deer caught in the headlights and  then,
gasped, "I can't help it Joey!   These fucking pictures are so hot,  I
was  beating  off!"   I looked down at his hand inside his  pants  and
could  see  he had a hardon.   I laughed and said,  "Take it into  the
bathroom you pervert!"  I laughed and laughed as he quickly got up off
the bed and made a mad dash for the bathroom across the hall.

I lay there on the bed, listening to his moaning and rubbing my finger
along  the  picture of one of the guys feeding the woman his  cock.  I
looked  down  and realized I had been stroking the length of  his  big
dick  in the picture,  accept for the head.   That was in the mouth of
the woman.  I heard Jerry moan real loud, then, gasp, then,  the sound
of  the  toilet paper ripping off the roll.  I chuckled  knowing  that
Jerry must have shot a big wad from the sound of it.   Since he hadn't
shut  the  door  all the way I could hear it  all.   Then,  there  was
silence, the sound of running water and Jerry came back into the room,
a  shit eating grin on his face,  even if it was flushed.   Just then,
the phone by my bed rang. I picked it up and it was his mom.  I handed
him the phone and he said, "Yeah mom. Uh, huh, yeah,  I forgot.  Yeah,
I'm on my way.  Bye!"  He gave me the phone and said, "Shit, I forgot.
My  folks  are going to go to my Uncle's place tonight.  I have to  go
with them.  Shit, and I just scored on these!"

I asked, "I thought we were going to the pool tomorrow?"  He stood up,
picking  up the magazines as he did,  saying,  "No can do guy.   We're
gonna  be  gone for a bout a month.   Shit,  I forgot  about  swimming
tomorrow.   Damn Joey,  this is gonna ruin the rest of our summer!"  I
said, "Well, there isn't much we can do about it,  is there!?  I mean,
you're  folks won't let you stay here.   You know how your mom and dad
feel  about my dad."   He frowned and said,  "I know,  I know.  I even
tried to ask them about it, but I barely got out the question and they
said no, that I was going with them. And, that was final.   Shit!"   I
said, "Well, you better get.  But,  uh,  what are you going to do with
the magazines?"  He shook them and said, "Take them with me. I'd leave
them with you,  but I haven't even looked through them all yet!  Sorry
bud, hope that doesn't bother you?"

I said, "No way man. You're my buddy.  You'll let me see them when you
get  back.   Besides,  with the way my brothers are,  if you left them
here, they'd find them.  They're always rummaging around in my stuff!"
He said, "Well bud,  guess this is so long for a while!   But,  when I
get back,  we are gonna have a blast!   May not be what we planned on,
but  it  will be good!  O.k.?"   I stood up and he walked over to  the
window.  Of course, being buddies, we didn't hug,  just sort of socked
each other on the shoulders as he said, "See ya Joey!"  I said,  "Yeah
Jerry.  See ya,  have fun o.k.?"   He nodded and then,  he was out the
window.   I  watched  him walk down the street and he even turned  and
waved at me. It was sad to see him go,  he was my only true friend and
we had planned on doing a lot of stuff before the summer ended.

I walked back to the bed and sat on it, sad,  but then,  I leaned over
and could feel the mag I had hidden under the cover. I took it out and
stared  at the cover.   There was this big hairy chested stud standing
there, his hands on his hips, as a younger, blond haired guy, knelt on
his hands and knees,  facing away from him.   The blond haired guy had
his  mouth  stuffed  with a cock from a guy just at the  edge  of  the
picture  and his eyes were staring up at the guy who's cock he had  in
his mouth.  I began to go through the magazine slowly, drinking in the
sights  of what the three guys were doing.   The pictures started  out
with  the blonde walking along a sidewalk and this hot Mustang pulling
up along side him.  The story read how he was asked if he wanted to go
for a ride, and, after hesitating, got into the car.

The  story  told  how they talked him into going to their  place  with
them.  They did and then,  somehow the blonde was getting naked as the
other two began to undress, their hard cocks jutting out of their jock
straps and boxers.  The next series of shots showed the blonde, on his
knees, sucking from one big dick to the other,  as the big hairy studs
called him names and held his head. I was getting excited just reading
the names they called him, like, "pussy boy, cocksucker, faggot, queer
dick  licker,  mouth  cunt,"  and felt my cock hardening and my  balls
rising.  I  stared  at  the powerful looking studs,  their  big  dicks
seeming  too  large for the blondes mouth,  but he took every inch  of
them in, all the way down to the dark bush surrounding each one.

Then, one of the men, held the blondes head back, his cock head on the
edge of his mouth in one picture, his cum shooting into the open mouth
in the next.  I almost groaned and pressed myself onto the covers,  my
crotch grinding into it as I thought, "wow,  could I do that!   wonder
what it tastes like!?"  Just then,  I heard Tim's car pulling into the
drive  and  quickly dove over and put the magazine in the one place  I
knew him and Gary would never look. I calmed myself down,  but my head
was  running  the  scene  of the big dickhead shooting  cum  into  the
blonde's  mouth  over  and over.   I picked up a book and  lay  on  my
stomach and began to read, as I heard Tim bounding up the stairs.   He
came to my door and said, "Hey sweet cheeks!  What's going on!?"

He  came in and he slapped my butt,  just like he always did and then,
he sat on the bed.  He grabbed my book and held it up and said, "Shit,
another  book!   Damn  Joey,  when are you going to go and  have  some
fun!?" I grabbed the book back and said, "I have fun Tim.  Let me read
my book!  Please!"   He ruffled my hair and said,  "Sure little buddy!
Sure!"  He lifted his arm and I could see the sweat stain on his shirt
as  he sniffed and said,  "Damn,  I smell like a pig!  Better hit  the
shower before dad gets home!"  I slapped at his arm that he had pushed
towards  me  and  said,  "You do smell!   Get that arm away  from  me!
Oooo.!"   He  laughed and wrestled with me on the bed and pressed  his
sweaty  armpit  into my face,  saying,  "Here smell me  little  buddy!
Smell  a real man's sweat!  Smell me Joey!"  I tried to get away  from
him, but he was stronger as he pressed his smelly pit into my face.

Truth be told, I was secretly loving it!   I loved Tim's sweaty smells
and the fact that he was practically laying on top of me,  was getting
me  excited  too.  I pushed out from under him and ran around  to  the
window as he got up and came towards me.  Just then,  we heard,  "Hey,
guys!? You up there!?"   It was Gary.   Tim ran out of the room and to
the end of the hall and hollered, "Yeah, we're here Gary!  What's up?"
I heard Gary come clomping up the stairs. He got near my door with Tim
and said, "Dad called and said to get cleaned up.  We're going over to
Uncle Craig's place for the weekend!"  Tim whooped and said, "Alright!
Yeah, bet there's gonna be a party this weekend too!"  Gary smiled and
said, "Well, you know Uncle Craig, always has something going on. Now,
you  two get your asses in gear.  Dad wants us dressed and ready to go
by the time he gets here.  That gives us an hour, so get moving!"

Gary  came  into  my room,  as Tim whooped again and  headed  for  the
bathroom,  shouting,  "I got dibs on first shower!"   Gary laughed and
looked at me and then, at the box on the floor.   He walked over to it
and then, looked up at me.   He said,  "So Joey,  see you did like dad
told you to." I nodded and he stood up and came over to me. He towered
over  me  as he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me  against
him. He patted my shoulders and said, "Its o.k., little guy, sometimes
we  all have to grow up and get rid of the kiddie toys."  I sniffled a
little  as I looked up at him and then,  he slid his hand down my back
and  grabbed my butt and squeezed,  as he laughed and said,  "Come  on
little guy, you can take a shower with me!"

Now,  I  had been taking showers and baths with both my brothers,  and
even  my dad for as long as I could remember.   That's probably why  I
really  knew so much about their bodies,  their cocks,  everything.  I
knew  that  Gary really liked it when I washed his back and I  grabbed
his  hand  and  pulled  him with me as we both  headed  for  my  dad's
bedroom.   We went into the big bathroom there and he stripped off his
work  uniform and I got out of my shorts and went into the big shower.
Even  though  I  was sort of calm,  I was also excited  too.  I  loved
showering  with  my brothers,  and I know they liked doing it with  me
too.  Sometimes,  they  even fought over who would have me join who in
the shower, even now that I was almost as old as they were.   Usually,
when they would fight, I'd secretly love it, as then,  I got to shower
with my dad as a consequence.

Anyway,  I got the water turned on to the temperature that I knew Gary
liked,  as he finished undressing.   He came in with me and I marveled
again  at how wild and manly his body had become,  especially down  in
his  crotch.   I kept stealing looks at it,  even having to control my
own  little cock as I watched him soap it and his balls up.  Then,  we
were  washing each other and then,  rinsing off.   We got out and Gary
used one of the big towels he had brought in and dried me all over.  I
got the other and when he finished me, I dried him,  doing it a little
slowly,  as  I rubbed the drops of water off his skin.   I even  knelt
down and dried his legs,  my face almost in his crotch,  as I did.   I
dried  his cock and balls and got a funny smile from him as I did  and
then, stood up.  He smacked me on the butt and said,  "Now little guy,
get  that cute bubble butt into some clothes before someone rapes it!"
I giggled and ran to my room.

As I got dressed,  I thought about Uncle Craig.   The last time we had
gone there, over Memorial Day weekend, something wild had happened.  I
got to see his big dick. It had stuck with me all this time,  and now,
after seeing those pictures,  I wondered what it would be like to suck
his cock or even taste his cum.   I licked my lips as I remembered how
it started.

We  had gone over early that Saturday,  as we would stay till  Monday.
After all the hullabaloo of arriving and things quieted down.  I found
myself  staring at Uncle Craig.   He was wearing just a pair of shorts
and  I  swore that he hadn't anything on under them from the  way  his
bulge  moved in his crotch.   Did I tell you that I always checked out
other  guys and men's crotches too!  Well,  I did his and after supper
that night, my dad,  brothers,  cousins and aunt got into some kind of
game.   Uncle  Craig had gone out to check on the barbecue first and I
tagged along.   We talked as he got it cleaned and in the fading light
I  just  stared  and  stared at his body and especially  down  to  his
crotch.  He was all man.  Six foot six,  dark hair on his chest,  that
was  broad and powerful looking,  slim hips,  powerful looking  thighs
covered in dark hair from where they came out of the shorts legs.

I  was  sitting by the pool as my dad came out and he and Uncle  Craig
talked for a bit,  till my aunt called my dad back into the game.   He
winked  at me as he left and I stared back up at Uncle Craig.   He was
standing almost next to me in the chair I was sitting in and he looked
down and said, "Come into the cabana Joey,  I want to talk to you."  I
didn't  know what was going on,  but I got up and followed him to  the
little  house.   I stared at his ass cheeks as they moved from side to
side as he strode before me.  He pushed open the door and let me go in
and  as  I got just past him,  he slapped my butt and said,  "See  you
still  got  that cute bubble butt Joey!"   I giggled and said,  as  he
closed the door, "Guess so. Though every body seems to what to swat it
lately!"  He frowned and asked, "That bother you Joey?"  I bit my lip,
a  little  afraid to say anything,  but he moved right up over me  and
lifted my chin with his hand.  I said, "No, in fact, I, uh, guess,  I,
uh, sort of like it!"

He  chuckled and moved over to the big chair by the couch and sat back
in it,  spreading his legs as he asked,  "You like it?   You like when
someone  pats your butt Joey!"   I blushed and stood there,  moving my
foot  in the carpet as I hung my head and then,  looked up at  him.  I
said,  "Yeah,  I do Uncle Craig!"   He smiled and patted his thigh and
said, "Come here Joey."  I walked over to him and he said,  "Sit on my
lap  little  man.   Been a long time since you and me had a nice  long
chat." I did as he wanted and then,  he slid his hand along my leg and
said,  "You know,  the butt patting,  well,  I know how young guys get
about  things like that Joey.  In fact,  I've seen you today,  did you
know that!?  Yeah, staring at me!"  I started and he pressed on my leg
and said, "Easy little man,  but you were staring,  in fact,  you were
staring  at me right here!  A lot!"   As he said this,  he cupped  his
crotch.  He asked, "You like staring between my legs Joey!?"  I bit my
lip, afraid to say anything as he stared up at me.

I gasped, "I don't know Uncle Craig.  Its strange, lately,  all I seem
to  want to do is look there.   I mean,  I see guys in school,  at the
store, even at home, I just can't control myself!"  I blushed and hung
my head and he said,  as he stroked my thigh,  "A lot of guys stare at
other guys crotches Joey. But,  you know,  there are guys that do that
and it doesn't mean anything.  Then, well, there are guys that do that
for a reason."  I looked up at him and asked, "For a reason?   What do
you  mean?"   He squeezed my thigh and said,  "Queers Joey.   You know
what a gueer is, don't you?"  I nodded and he asked, "Well,  what is a
queer Joey?"  I gulped and said,  "Uh,  well,  its a guy that sucks on
other guys dicks Uncle Craig!"  He chuckled and said, "Yeah,  sort of.
You  see,  its not that strange for a guy to want to suck another guys
cock Joey.  Some guys do it when they are kids, like you, and its like
a phase or something they go through."

I stared at him, not really understanding, and he went on.  "Yeah, its
sort  of natural in a way.   You see,  as guys get older,  their dicks
grow bigger,  the get hair down around their dicks and balls.  You got
hair down there yet Joey!?" I blushed and said, "Uh, yeah,  I do Uncle
Craig.   Not as much as Tim,  or Gary,  or my dad has,  but I do  have
it." I bushed again and he said, his hand sliding along my back, "Hey,
don't  be embarrassed Joey,  we all get hair around our nuts as we get
older!  Don't you think I have hair on my balls Joey?" I shook my head
and said, "I know you do Uncle Craig!"   He chuckled and said,  "Got a
good  look up my shorts did you,  you little fucker!"   He laughed and
hugged me and said, "Now, about queers Joey.   Guys do suck each other
off sometimes. Sometimes they experiment, sometimes, like I said,  its
a  phase they go through.  But most guys,  well,  they grow out of it,
especially after they get their first pussy."

I looked at him and just stared, he was so serious.  Then, his hand on
my back went back down to my leg and I stared at it.  The big fingers,
the  hair on the backs of some of them,  even on the back of his  hand
and up his arm.  He said, "Now, a queer Joey.   Well,  he doesn't grow
out of that phase, or more likely,  he can't grow out of it.   A queer
has  this  natural  urge to want to suck a dick.   Did you  know  that
Joey?"   He  was  watching me as I shook my head and said,  "No  Uncle
Craig. I didn't."  He said, "Yeah, well, when a guy thats queer sees a
naked  guys  dick,  he salivates and wants to have it in   his  mouth.
Sometimes,  after  he really gets into  sucking dick for a  while,  he
wants the guy to fuck him." I jerked and gasped, "Fuck him!?  You have
to  be kidding Uncle Craig.   Guys can't fuck each other!!"  (Remember
now, I hadn't seen the pictures yet)

Uncle Craig laughed and said, "What, guys can't fuck each other!  Sure
they can.  Hell,  a guy bends over and spread his legs and another guy
just fucks his cock up the guys ass!   Most queers I ever met loved to
have it fucked up their shitters.  Shit,  some of them begged for it!"
I gasped,  "You mean,  uh,  you mean,  you've fucked guys before Uncle
Craig!?"   He  shook his head and put his finger to his lips and said,
"Now, this is a secret Joey. Just between you and me, o.k.?"  I nodded
and he said, "Yeah, when I was in the Navy,  there were some guys that
liked  to take it up the ass and well,  me and my buddies didn't  mind
getting some male tail once in a while.  Hell,  when you're out at sea
for months on end with nothing but guys around, a hot eager mouth,  or
ass  to fuck can sure take the edge off the urge.  If you know what  I
mean!?"

I  didn't but I guessed he meant something about sex.   I asked,  "But
isn't that wrong Uncle Craig?  I mean,  isn't it something that normal
guys don't do?"  He shrugged his shoulds and asked,  "Who knows what's
'normal'  Joey.   Hell,  I've seen some things that so called 'normal'
people  are into that for them,  it was normal,  natural,  but  others
might  think it wasn't.   It all depends on your attitude and  whether
anyone finds out or not.  Like now Joey." I asked, "What do you mean?"
He  spread his legs and put his hand over his crotch and said,  "Like,
if  you  really  want to see what my dick looks  like,  up  close  and
personal like, it wouldn't bother me.  But if your dad, your brothers,
my old lady, anyone else knew,  they'd be pissed as hell!   See what I
mean!?"   I  barely heard the last as I was watching his hand  groping
the  growing mound in his shorts.  I looked up at him and  then,  back
down to his crotch and back up again.   He smiled and said,  "So,  you
want to see it Joey, touch it, stroke it, do, uh, anything you want to
it, I won't mind.  In fact,  I think I'd like to see you on your knees
between mine playing with my dick."

This last was said so deeply and close to my face,  I almost gasped as
he  grabbed  my hand.   I knew I was crossing some line as he held  my
hand above his now bulging crotch.  He pulled it down to his bulge and
I  could feel his cock and balls under my hand as he moved it  around.
I stammered, "Uh, Uncle Craig, I, uh, don't think, I, uh..."  My voice
trailed off as he lifted my hand and slid it to the top of his shorts.
He  whispered,  "Sh  Joey,  sh!   Just go with it Joey,  go with  your
feelings!"  He put my hand on his hairy belly,  and I couldn't control
myself  as  I pressed into his hairy belly and looked up  at  him.   I
began  to slide my  hand down under the waistband of his shorts.  As I
felt  his long black hairs against my fingers,  he said,  "Yeah  Joey,
lower baby, lower little guy!"  I felt the wiry bush near his cock and
then, the shaft of his cock.  I bit my lip as he whispered, "Yes, yes,
do it Joey, go lower go lower!"

I was breathing hard, squirming on his leg as I slid my hand lower and
then,  my  hand wrapped around his big hard shaft.   He  said,  "Yeah,
that's  it Joey,  play with that big cock!   Show me you want to  play
with it!"  I couldn't control myself as I slid off his knee,  kneeling
between his wide spread thighs. I pulled my hand out and wanted to see
his dick more and more. I bdgan to pull his shorts down,  as he lifted
his ass to let me get them off.  When I got them down,  I slid my hand
up to his big cock and held it up,  staring in wonder at it!   It must
have been 8 or nine inches,  I couldn't tell,  but I sure drank in the
sight  and feel of it.  I slid my hand along it,  feeling the  velvety
texture  of  the skin,  the hardness under the skin,  as  Uncle  Craig
moaned  and leaned back in the chair.   He looked down at me and said,
"Just go with your feelings Joey.  Do what ever you want with it Joey.
Do  it Joey,  do it baby,  do it!"   I began to stroke his cock up and
down, going wild with the feeling of his hard shaft in my hand.

Then,  I  leaned in as I spied a drop of some fluid coming out of  the
head.  I  slid a finger to it and it was sort of slimy,  slippery,  as
Uncle  Craig moaned again.   Just then,  we heard my aunt calling  for
Uncle Craig and he jumped up and pulled his shorts up and said, "Shit,
damn, why now." I stood up shaking a little,  and he looked down at me
and put his arm around my shoulder and his finger against my lips.  He
said,  "Now  Joey,  you can't tell anyone else about what we just did.
O.k.?  Its just between you and me,  our little secret,  o.k.,  little
man!?"  I  looked up at him and I put my hand against the still  mound
crotch  of his shorts and said,  "Yes Uncle Craig,  I won't tell,  its
just  between you and me."   He chuckled and leaned down and kissed my
cheek  and said,  "Let go of it Joey.  I'll let you feel it some  more
later, o.k.?  If you want to that is?"  I thrilled at that thought and
gasped, "Yes Uncle Craig, I do, I do, I want to feel it some more!"

He chuckled and patted my butt and said,  "Come on,  the old fire lady
must  be wanting something from the store!"   We walked out and headed
back inside and I hung against the wall in the kitchen as my aunt told
my Uncle she wanted him to go get some ice cream for everyone.   Uncle
Craig  asked  me  if I wanted to go with him and I eagerly  said  yes.
When we got in his car,  he said,  "Lay down on your belly on the seat
Joey."  I  did as he said,  and he pulled the top of his shorts  down,
exposing  his rising cock and he said,  "Now,  you can feel it all the
way to the store and back. Do you want to Joey!?"  I slid my hand over
and around his big hard shaft and said, "Yes, yes,  I do Uncle Craig!"
He  chuckled and patted my head and said,  "That's my little man.  You
play with my big dick and we'll go get some ice cream!"

We  drove down to the little store and he adjusted himself when we got
there  and said,  "Just lie there Joey.  I want you there when I  come
back, o.k.?  Oh, and why don't you slide those shorts off and let your
old  Uncle look at that cute bubble butt of yours too!"  I felt funny,
sort  of  giddy,  naughty and scared and excited,  all at once,  as  I
watched him go into the store.  He came out and I had pulled my shorts
down to my feet and had raised up on my knees a bit,  as he smiled and
got in.  He leaned over to put the ice cream on the floor on the other
side of me, and,  as he moved back,  I felt his big hand slide over my
butt cheeks.  I shivered and he asked, "Like that Joey?   Like my hand
on your butt?"   I said,  hardly breathing as I was pulling his shorts
down to expose his rising cock, "Yeah,  Uncle Craig,  I like your hand
there."  He chuckled and started up the truck.

As we drove, him taking a longer way,  he kept his hand on my butt all
the way. I was stroking his big dick and he said, "Keep that up little
man and I might shoot some cream!"   He chuckled and I asked,  "Do you
want me to make you shoot off Uncle Craig?"  He slid his fingers along
my crack and pressed against my hole and I gasped as he said, "Sure do
little man.  You jack off your old Uncle and he'll play with this cute
bubble butt of yours. O.k.?"  I giggled and said, "Sure Uncle Craig, I
want to do that!"  He slapped my butt and said,  "Good Joey.  Now beat
me off!  Make my big cannon explode all over the place!"  I reached up
with  my  other  hand and grasped his big hairy balls as  I  began  to
stroke that big dick of his.

Now,  other  than my own cock,  my brothers and my dad's,  I had never
held another male's hard, rampant cock.   Uncle Craig's cock seemed to
get  even  harder  as I stroked and carressed  it.   He  leaned  back,
spreading his legs,  driving slowly as I stroked him and he encouraged
me, telling me how it felt and how hot my ass was.  He was rubbing his
fingers all along my crack and butt cheeks over and over as I beat his
cock  and I realized,  I was liking this.   I beat his cock faster and
his  breath  came  harder and then,  he thrust up with  his  hips  and
shouted, "There she blows!" I was mesmerized by the sight of the ropey
strands of white cum shooting from the end of the big dick I was still
stroking.   He  thrust up and down with his hips as he  gasped,  "Yes,
yes, oh baby, oh Joey, yeah, make that big fucker shoot honey, make it
shoot!"  His calling me honey didn't even bother me and I realized,  I
liked him doing that.

Then,  as  his cock subsided,  he said,  breathlessly,  "There's  some
tissue  in  the glove box Joey.   Get it honey and clean  me  up."   I
reached  in  and  got the tissues and wiped his cock  and  balls,  and
belly, smelling his cum as I did. I could feel how slippery it was and
it felt thicker than mine did when I beat off.   He patted my butt and
said,  "Thanks  little  man.   Sure enjoyed the way you beat off  that
fucker  of  mine.   Did you enjoy it Joey!"   I said,  "Oh yeah  Uncle
Craig,  it  was fun.   I even liked it when you called me honey a  few
times!"   His eyes lifted and he pressed his hand hard on my ass,  his
finger  pressing in against my hole as he asked,  "You did,  did  you?
Liked me calling you honey Joey?"  I smiled up at him and said,  "Yeah
Uncle  Craig,  seemed that it was just right while I beat off this big
dick of yours."  He laughed and patted my butt and said,  "Almost home
honey, so, better pull your shorts up.  Oh,  and Joey,  honey boy,  if
you  want to do this some more while you're hear,  you just lick  your
lips at me and we will. O.k.?"

I  nodded and said,  "Sure Uncle Craig.   But why lick my  lips?"   He
chuckled  and stroked my cheek and said,  "You look sexy licking  your
lips  honey!   Want  my  honey boy to enjoy himself while  he's  here.
O.k.?"   His  calling me  his 'honey boy'  gave me goose bumps,  but I
liked it and said, "Sure Uncle Craig.  I'll do it for you.  And if you
want  me to beat you off,  you just look at me and cup this big crotch
of  yours,  cause you know I'll be looking at it!"   He laughed and so
did I as we pulled into the drive. We got out and we were laughing and
running  as  we went inside.   We had ice cream and cake and it was  a
wild  evening,  and  I  couldn't  take my eyes  off  of  Uncle  Craig,
especially his crotch.

Things  were pretty hectic that weekend,  what with the family and all
the  celebrations and stuff.   But,  Uncle Craig let me beat him off a
couple  times when I licked my lips at him,  and a few more,  when  he
cupped his crotch and led me some where to do him. I really enjoyed it
and  liked to lie against his hard hairy body as I played and  stroked
his  big dick and played with his balls.   He sure shot a lot of  cum,
and  a couple of times,  he had me lie down and he knelt over me as  I
stroked him and he shot on my body. I really liked that, watching that
big  cock  cannon  of his shooting from the head as it shot  in  ropey
strands onto my hot skin.  I loved it and didn't wipe all of it off my
chest and belly afterwards either.   By the end of the weekend,  I was
so hot for my Uncle Craig,  I would have done anything he wanted me to
do.  But all good things come to an end, and we were heading back home
before I knew it.   My  mind whirled as my dad drove us home and I sat
in the back opposite Gary.  I kept looking at him, and Tim, and my dad
and  wondered  if I'd ever get a chance to do to them what I had  with
Uncle Craig.

That  was  two  months ago and now,  now we were going back  to  Uncle
Craig's.  I shivered with excitement and wondered if Uncle Craig would
let  me do to him what that blond in the magazine had done to the  big
hairy studs.   I barely said a word to my dad and brothers all the way
over there,  and I guess they thought I was upset or something as they
left  me  to my thoughts.  I wonder what they would have said if  they
knew what I was really thinking about.  Especially as I held a blanket
over  my crotch to hide the raging hardon I had,  thinking about Uncle
Craig.