Date: Sun, 11 May 2008 23:29:11 +0100
From: Jason Carter <niftypen@gmail.com>
Subject: Loving Uncle Ralph 2

Usual notes apply - based on true events but with some details changed.
It's my story, so don't copy it, and if it's illegal for you to read this
kind of thing due to age or geography then stay out of trouble and don't.


*********************


Like most kids (hell, like most adults), having found something I liked to
do, I wanted to do it all the time, but as Uncle Ralph didn't look after me
every day, I didn't get my wish.  A few days later though, the day before I
was due to spend the day with him, my mum said that she would run me over to
his house that evening, because he'd said he wanted to take me out for a
drive the next day and get an early start, so they'd decided it made sense
for me to stay over.  She told me to pack a bag because we might get back
late and I might stay with him the following night too.


So straight after tea, I put some clean clothes in my bag and mum took me
over to Uncle Ralph's.  When we got there, he sent me to go and put my
things in the spare room while he made mum a cup of tea, and when I came
back downstairs mum gave me a lecture about being on my best behviour.  I
promised I would, and then she left, thanking Uncle Ralph for looking after
me and giving her and my dad a night off.  He said he was happy to help out
and that he'd be happy to have me stay the next night whatever time we got
back so they could have a couple of nights to themselves.


Once she was gone, Uncle Ralph asked me what time I was going to bed these
days, because he thought an early night would be a good idea, then we played
some card games for a while before he told me I should got upstairs and have
a bath, then he'd make us some hot chocolate before bed.


While the bath was running I got undressed in the spare bedroom and then
realised I didn't have a towel.  I called down to Uncle Ralph, who came to
the bottom of the stairs.  He smiled when he saw me up above him in just my
underpants, and said that he was just doing some washing up but I shouild
get in the bath and he'd bring me a towel as soon as he was done.


So I was soon splashing in the water and heard him come upstairs.  He went
into his bedroom and then tapped on the bathroom door.


"Can I come in?" he asked.


"Of course" I said, and he came into the room with a folded towel.


"How are you getting on?  I hope you're giving yourself a good scrub."


I'd used some of his bath stuff and was covered in lather, so I assured him
that I was getting myself properly clean.  He sat down on the toilet seat
and looked at me very seriously.


"I've been wanting to talk to you about the other day. I know at the time
you said you enjoyed our new game, but I want to make sure you really did."


I tried to look just as serious as I said to him "I enjoyed it very much,
Uncle Ralph.  Did you enjoy it too?"


"Oh yes.  But you do understand that it has to stay our secret don't you?  I
want to show you lots more things that we can do together, but I only can if
you don't tell anyone, not even your mum and dad."


Still being very serious, I once again promised him that I wouldn't tell
anyone about anything he asked me to keep secret, and he smiled the same way
he had the other day.


"Okay then.  Well if you'd like me to, I'd like to help you bath yourself,
but that would be one of those secret things."


I told him that would be fine, and he said "hang on a minute then - I don't
want to get these clothes all wet" and stepped out of the bathroom.  He came
back in a few minutes later in just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and I
was pretty sure that the front of the shorts was sticking out the way his
trousers had a few days before.


He knelt down beside the bath and picked up the soap.  "Stand up and give
your uncle a kiss then" he said.


So I stood in the bath, lather running down me, and he leant in to kiss me
like he had last time, with his lips open and his tongue just slightly
inside my mouth.  Again, I tried to reciprocate as I felt him take hold of
my shoulders and pull me slightly towards him.


After a few moments he broke away and let go, running his hand down my chest
and stomach, stopping just above my groin.  Taking up the flannel from the
side of the bath he soaped it up and started rubbing it over my chest with a
circular motion,  then running it up to my shoulders and down my arms one
after the other.  He paused to sit back a little and look at me, as if
checking out his work, and then started work on my legs.  He had me put
first one foot and then the other up on the side of the bath so he could
work all the way from my toes up to my thighs.  The feel of his hands on my
skin as he rubbed away was wonderful, and he kept smiling at me as he
worked.


After my legs were finished he had me stand upright again and then he
carefully started work on my groin.  His fingers had occasionally come into
contact with my balls as he was working on my thighs, and the sensations
that had triggered had already started the stiffening of my little cock, but
now his actions brought me fully to attention, and a small groan escaped
from his lips.  He worked on it and my balls for a few minutes, carefully
pushing my foreskin back as far as it would go and cleaning what he could of
the head beneath.  Then he rinsed me off and told me to turn around.


He started repeating his cleaning from the top of my back, and when he
reached my bottom, he said "lean forward a little. Lean against the wall."
When I'd done so he started to clean my cheeks, then using two fingers of
his left hand pulled them apart enough to push the cloth up and down the
crevice and around and against my tight little hole.  I could feel his hands
shaking as he did so, and craning my neck to check that he was all right I
could see that he had his eyes closed as he cleaned me.  A moment later he
rinsed me down again and told me to step out of the bath onto the mat.  He
stood up as I did so, and my head ended up near the level of his groin, so I
could see that the front of his shorts was not only pushed right out from
his body, but that there was a wet patch there that I assumed must have come
from water splashed out of the bath.


He saw me looking, and glancing down, said;


"It looks like I need to clean up myself.  You take the towel and go dry
yourself off in your room.  Then get into your pyjamas and wait for me
downstairs."


I was bitterly disappointed.  For a moment when he had mentioned getting
cleaned up I'd thought I was about to see him strip and get into the bath,
which would have given me a clear view of his naked cock.  He must have seen
the look on his face, and asked me what was wrong.  When I explained, he
grinned, and said "Don't worry, you'll see what you want to see, but later.
Go and do as I say for now.  And close the door on your way out."


With a rueful look back at him as I left the room, I complied, drying as
quickly as I could and then running downstairs where he found me a few
minutes later playing with the cards.  He had changed into just his own
underwear and a t-shirt, and I realised how much more aware of the hairiness
of his arms and legs I suddenly was.  He stopped on his way through the
living room to kiss me gently on the top of the head, then went through to
the kitchen.  Shortly afterwards he reappeared with two mugs of hot
chocolate and settled down on the sofa with them.


"Do you want to come and curl up with your uncle while we drink these?" he
asked.


Without even replying I got up and climbed into the crook he'd made with his
legs.  Taking one of the mugs I settled in, one of my legs and an arm
resting against his naked leg.  As I touched him I felt the hairs stand on
end.  He put an arm around my shoulder and we sat in silence slowly drinking
our chocolate and snuggling together.  At one point I reached across to
touch the front of his pants, where I could see the outline of his now soft
cock, and felt it react slightly to my touch.


"I think someone is ready for bed" he said with a chuckle.


I protested that I wasn't at all tired and he didn't need to send me to bed,
at which point he took my mug out of my hand and put both of them down.


"I'm not sending you to bed' he said, very gently, "I'm taking you to bed."


Uncurling himself from around me, he bent down, and with one arm under my
shoulders and the other under my knees, he picked me up in his strong, hairy
arms.   I wanted to protest again, but at that point I'd have done anything
he wanted.  He kissed me again as he carried me to the doorway, and using
the hand under my shoulders to turn off the living room light, he took me up
the stairs.


To my surprise, when he reached the top, rather than turning towards the
spare room I was using, he turned to his own room, and as we crossed the
threshold, I saw that the bedside light was lit, the curtains were drawn,
and the sheets were pulled back.  Clearly he had spent some of his time
after his bath getting the room ready.


He gently sat me down on the edge of the bed, and started unbuttoning my
pyjama jacket.  He pulled it down over my arms, stroking his hands across my
chest as he did so. Then, as he had with my underwear a few days earlier, he
hooked the waistband of the trousers and pulled them down to my ankles and
off.  For what seemed like several minutes he just crouched beside me,
looking at all of my body, before asking me the question he already knew the
answer to;


"So you'd like to see me with no clothes on then?"


"Yes please," I replied, so I can properly see your willy when it's all hard
like it was the other day.  Is it hard now?"


"When you're around, it's always hard" he replied, and leaning forward,
pulled his t-shirt up towards his arms far enough that I could help pull it
over his head.  His hairy chest came into view, and I took a chance to run
my fingers across it.


Then he stood up in front of me by the bed, his underwear in front of my
face and once again tenting mightily,  He looked down at me expectantly.


I leant forward and squeezed his cock as I had the last time, and again his
whole body stiffened.  Then, getting off the bed to stand in front of him, I
repeated his trick and hooked the waistband at either side and pulled his
pants down.  I wanted it to be in one go, so his cock would spring clear and
I would finally properly see it hard, but it got snagged in the waistboand
as it strained upwards, so as it came loose and I pulled them down to his
knees, it swung upwards hard and smacked into his stomach.


Jumping quickly back onto the bed, I just sat and gazed at his cock and
balls, the former now pointing straight out in front of him and the latter
hanging low in their hairy sac.  I simply couldn't take my eyes off it.


As I mentioned last time, it was cut, and the smooth thick head, with its
big slit at the end, stood proud at the end of a meaty shaft.  It bobbed up
and down slightly as I watched, and I saw the ballbag contract slighty,
pulling them up towards the cock above.  Slightly in awe, I reached out my
hand to hold it.


"Not now" said Uncle Ralph.  "Tonight I want to start by giving you some
pleasure."



I looked up quizzically, and he bent forward, kissed me lightly initially
and then with greater passion as he simultaneoiusly picked me up again and
crawled onto the bed, depositing me with my head on his pillow.


He moved round so that he was kneeling on the bed and pulled my legs apart
enough that he could sit between them.  Then he once agin leant in and
kissed me, pushing his tongue firmly into my mouth so hard and strongly that
there was no space for me to reciprocate.  My little cock, harder than ever
before, was pushing upwards into his skin, so sensitive it felt raw.


Then with a suddenness that left me gasping for breath, he was gone, lifting
his head clear of mine, before grabbing my arse cheeks in both hands,
pulling my hips upwards and diving in one move down to my groin.  In one go,
he scooped my straining cock and my whole tiny hairless ballsac into his
mouth, making me gasp again, harder.


In a second, all I could feel was the warm wetness of his enveloping mouth
as it swallowed me whole.  Uncle Ralph's tongue swept around my juvenile
genitals, licking and poking and soaking them with his saliva.  It felt like
nothing I had ever felt before, and I found myself writhing uncontrollably
with pleasure as he kept up his loving attention.


All the while he was doing this, his hands were under me, lifting my arse
clear of the bed and kneading the cheeks intensely.  As I writhed I was
vaguely aware that his own cock, seeming longer and harder than ever, was
straining upwards and jabbing at me.  After as much of this attention as I
thought I could handle, he lifted his head, lowered me to the bed and kissed
me again.


"Did you like that, baby boy?" he asked, as he played and pulled on my still
soaking balls and dick.


I had a hard time saying anything at that moment, so I just nodded
vigorously and smiled.


"Good, now I was going to let you play some more with me, but I have to come
or I'm going to faint.  Do you understand what I mean by come?"


"Like you did the other day, when that stuff came out of your willy?"


"That's right" he said.  "Do you mind?"


"No of course not.  Do you want me to pull on it again?"


"Not this time.  I want to hold you while I come.  Come here." And he pulled
me up and shuffled me into place so that I was sitting in his crossed legs,
my legs around his waist and his hard cock sticking up between us.  He
pulled me tight so that it was sandwiched between our stomachs.  "Now be a
good boy and kiss me like I kissed you."


I did my best, opening my lips and pushing my tongue into and around his
mouth.  This time he was passive and just responded to what I was doing as I
tried to learn how to kiss a man deeply.


As I did so he started flexing his hips so that his cock was pushed up and
down between us, its naked head rubbing against the smooth skin of my
belly.  It took him no more than about eight such thrusts before I felt him
stiffen all over and his hard cock start to pulse intensely against us as a
warm sensation spread out from its head.


He held me close for ages after that, then pulled us stickily apart.
Without losing contact with me for a second he managed to lay us down and
pull the sheets up to his waist.


"Are you tired now?" he asked, and I had to admit I was.  He reached over to
turn off the light as he said "we'll clean up in the morning.  Maybe we
won't get quite such an early start as I planned", then pulled me close and
wrapped an arm around me.


In no time at all I was asleep in his arms, his hairy chest against mine,
and the sticky remnants of his orgasm across our skins.


*************

And that was the first evening we ever got naked together.  Thanks for all
the kind words about part one.  I hope you found part two equally
enjoyable.  Again, drop me a line if you'd like to.