Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 22:58:28 +0100
From: Jason Carter <niftypen@gmail.com>
Subject: Loving Uncle Ralph - 3

Usual disclaimers:  It's mine, don't steal it.  Don't read it if you're too
young to or if it's illegal to read it where you are.  Based on real events
but details have been changed, and this time I've started to apply artistic
license and contract the timeline - some of the events herein actually took
place over more than one occasion.


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The next morning I woke up curled tightly into Uncle Ralph's body, my back
against his chest and his arms wrapped around me.  I could feel his hairy
chest against my own smooth skin as it rose and fell with his breath.  I
wriggled closer and felt him stir.  After a few moments as he woke up more
fully he leant his head forward and whispered in my ear;


"Are you awake?"


I nodded and as I did so felt his cock stirring once again against my
buttocks.  Mine responded similarly, I turned my head towards his and his
tongue found my mouth.  We kissed for a few moments and his cock pulsed
harder, pushing between my legs as it hardened.  He pushed it forward
slightly and I felt the head emerge beneath my balls.  He left it there for
a moment and then pulled it completely back and out from between my thighs.


"Maybe later.  We need to get on and get out."  He pushed the covers back
and rolled onto his back.  I turned myself over towards him.  The flaky
residue of his orgasm from last night was evident on both of us and the
sheet underneath of us.  His cock was stiff and hard against his belly, and
I had to reach out and hold it.  My hand, small as I was for my age, barely
went round it at the base, but I squeezed as hard as I could.  The exposed
head, with which I was still fascinated, drew my eyes.  The texture of the
skin was like nothing I'd encountered before, and he let me squeeze and
stare for maybe a minute.


"Later!" he insisted, finally making himself get out of bed, my hand having
to release him as he went.  "I'm going to run a bath for us both - go and
sort out what you're wearing today."


As he walked towards the door I watched his bottom, the cheeks covered in
hair and the two mounds somehow more apparent to me than ever before.  I
thought about the way he'd grasped my own bottom the night before as he'd
taken my cock and balls in his mouth, kneading them and pulling them apart
so that I could feel my hole exposed.  And the way he'd pulled them apart
very deliberately as he'd cleaned out the crack in the bath earlier.  I
found myself wanting to hold them and squeeze them and pull them apart
myself.  In fact I found myself wanting to do everything to him that he did
to me.


When I got to the bathroom, he was already in the bath, and gestured for me
to join him.  I hastily complied, sitting facing him as he again soaped up a
flannel.  He cleaned me up, this time not taking as much time over my solid
little cock. "Later" he insisted again, and let me watch as he cleaned
himself, though after he was mostly done he knelt up, turned around and
offered me the flannel.


"Would you clean me there, please?" gesturing towards his bottom.


He leaned forward, resting his hands on the end of the bath, and i found
myself facing his hairy, muscular rear.  The hairs on the cheeks seemed
almost to form a pattern as they fanned from the middle outwards, and I was
fascinated by the changes to that pattern my hands made rubbing the soapy
cloth across it.  Remembering what he'd done the night before, I used one
hand to pull the cheeks apart and was rewarded by the site of the tight hole
at their heart, opening and closing slightly as he clenched and unclenched.
He widened his legs as far as the bath would allow and I could see his
balls, heavy and hairy, through the gap.  I ran the cloth up and down the
length of the crack, and he leant further forward still, giving me easier
access.  He shuddered in the way I was becoming familiar with as I pushed
the cloth against his hole, and when I was done and he turned back round, I
saw that his cock was pressing firmly against his stomach again.  I think I
sensed that this contact, in this area, was somehow particularly
significant, but I wasn't sure how.


He got us both out of the bath and dried me off, then sent me to get dressed
while he went to dry and dress himself.



We had a great day, driving out onto the moors for what seemed like a long
way, playing in streams and climbing the rocks in the rugged landscape
before getting back in the car and driving onwards to the coast, where we
walked along the cliffs, only occasionally seeing other people.  When we
were alone he would frequently hold my hand and walk hand in hand, and
occasionally he would reach down, pick me up and kiss me.  When he did so I
would throw my arms around his neck and hold onto him, hoping to extend the
experience as much as possible.



It was late evening when we got back to the house.  He'd called my mother
from a phone we'd passed along the way to say he'd definitely keep me with
him until the following day, and so we stopped at a cafe on the way home for
sausage chips and beans.


"I think we should make sure we're ready to go straight to bed when we get
home, don't you?" he asked.  I definitely agreed.


When we got back there, I was so hyper about getting to play more of our
games that he told me I had to calm down or I was going to wear him out
before we did anything.  As he locked up he told me to go up and get
undressed then get into his bed.  I ran up as fast as I could, discarding
items of clothing on the way, and was naked in his bed before I heard him
start up the stairs.  He entered the bedroom, saw me there and grinned.


"You seem very keen.  What would you like to play tonight?"


"I'd like to see you all over with no clothes on again, and I'd like to play
with your willy again, and I'd like you to do that thing with your mouth
again, and I'd like to do that to you, and I'd like to you to kiss me and
let me kiss you, and... everything!" I finished, somewhat non-specifically.


He looked thoughtful.  "Well that's a lot of things to do. Let's see what we
get around to.  To start with, I can certainly show you what I look like
naked again."


And with that he started undressing.  Not slowly; not making a show of it,
but with a careful deliberation that showed he was very aware of my intense
gaze as every inch of his skin was revealed.  Starting with his shoes and
socks, then moving to his top half, he removed his shirt and then unfastened
his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers.  I could see the hard
outline of his cock running down his thigh, clearly stiffening again as he
progressed.  I was sitting crosslegged on the bed playing with my own, which
was hard and sticking upright itself.  As he pulled his fly down I exclaimed
"you're not wearing any pants!" as his bushy pubes were revealed.


"Well I thought about maybe having you play with it while we were out today
and wanted to make it as easy to get out as possible, but I decided I'd
rather wait until we could play properly."


At that he turned quite deliberately away from me and pushed his trousers
down to his ankles, showing me his bottom very clearly and giving me a
glimpse of the hole as he did so, pulling off his last clothes and tugging
on his hard cock as he turned back to me.


"Do you like seeing me like this?" he asked.


"Definitely!" I confirmed.  "I wish we'd started playing like this ages
ago."


"Well I'd have liked that too, but I was worried you wouldn't enjoy it or
wouldn't be ready for it.  But when I saw you sleeping the other day I
couldn't stop myself."


Naked, he stepped over to the bed and crawled on his hands and knees to me.
I laid back as he loomed over me , instinctively reaching up to run my
fingers through his chest hair, finding his nipples which were hard beneath
my fingers.


"You can play with them if you want" he said, looking down at my pale
nakedness, his hairy legs against my smooth thighs and his far bigger frame
dwarfing my little body.


I did so, intrigued by their hardness and the tiny bumps on the darkened
skin around them.  Keeping himself in place with one arm, he lifted my head
up so that my mouth found the left hand nipple and I cautiously started
exploring it with my lips and then my tongue, soon sucking on it like I
would have a mother's breast.


"While you're using your mouth, you said you'd like to do 'that thing with
my mouth' to me too.  Would you really?"


WIthout letting go of his nipple, I nodded.  Disengaging me, he moved back
to the edge of the bed then stood up beside it.  Getting onto all fours
myself, it was my turn to crawl over to him before kneeling in front of
him.  I stared at his cock, sticking out at ninety degrees and as thick and
hard as I'd ever seen it.  I moved my head around to see it from every
angle, fascinated by its length and girth, the fact that it looked so heavy
but was held aloft apparently by nothing.  The bush of hair at its base and
around the balls was so dark and dense I wanted to run my fingers through
it, entangling them in this secret forest.


And his balls!  On the previous occasions I'd been aware of them but never
really looked at them.  Now I took the time to examine their size and shape,
the veins that were so clear across them, the slightly wrinkled look of
them, and their loose weight in their sac.  I reached out and cupped them in
both hands, marveling as I felt them contract under my hands.  I found the
balls themselves and held them, one in each hand, playing with their shapes
between my fingers and thumbs.  I let go of one and tried to do the same
with one of my own, but was thwarted by their littleness.


"Don't worry, yours will be like mine one day soon" Uncle Ralph said.  Mine
were like yours when I was your age, but everything changed when I turned
thirteeen."


I looked up in wonder at the thought that this mighty tool had ever been
like my own little 'cocklet' and was reassured by the clear expression of
affection in his eyes.  I couldn't imagine he'd ever lie to me.


Turning my attention back to his cock, I used one hand to cup his balls as
best I could , and put the other as far around the shaft as I could, down
near the base.  I squeezed, seeing the slit open slightly in response.  I
leaned in closer, contemplating putting my lips around it.


It was obvious that I would never be able to get any more than the head in
my mouth, and certainly couldn't repeat his performance in taking my entire
cock and balls in his mouth, but I decided I would do the best I possibly
could.


I moved in and opened my mouth as I approached the soft smoothness.  I
squeezed again at the base and noticed a tiny bead of clear liquid ooze out
of the opening.  Fearlessly, I licked it up with a flick of my tongue and
then opened my mouth as wide as I could and pushed my lips over his
straining cock head.


As I'd thought, I wasn't going to get very far, but as my lips moved over
his glans to encompass the whole thing, locking behind the cut head and
starting to suck without even thinking about it, I heard Uncle Ralph draw in
a sharp breath and his hands come up to the back of my head.  Without
forcing me in any way, he held me in place, murmuring gentle guidance about
how to breath through my nose, and how to keep my teeth clear of the
sensitive organ.


My technique was obviously terrible, and my capacity almost as bad, but I
gave it my all, and his obvious pleasure was my reward.  His hips bucked
backwards and forwards, stretching my mouth as he strained to get more of
himself into me without hurting me.


The hand on his balls felt them drawing ever further up towards his cock as
I jerked on the shaft and sucked on the head.


"Stop baby, or I'm going to come' he said.  I didn't mind taking his spunk
into me though, and carried on, but he took his hands off my head and with
his hand under my chin took his beautiful meat out of my mouth.  I looked
up.


"If you really want me to come in your mouth" I nodded eagerly "then  I want
my mouth on you when you do."


He pushed me gently back onto the bed and climbed on beside me,  moving
himself around so that his cock was by my face and mine was somewhere near
his chest.  The difference in our heights was never going to let this work -
either I could suck him or he me, but not both at the same time.  He didn't
seem phased by this though, and offered his cock to my mouth.  Needing no
second bidding, I took the head back into me, feeling, but unable to see,
what he was doing.


He lifted one of my legs so that it was over his shoulder and began playing
with my cock and balls with one hand while he stroked my bottom with the
other.  I took his cock and applied my lips to the head again, feeling his
hips flex again to push slightly into me.  At the same time he lifted one of
his legs, giving me a clear view of his balls and beyond them the valley of
his own bottom.


As I sucked I felt him pull me legs further open and push himself down
between them.  It was a good job he was still pretty flexible.


Suddenly, an almost electric shock ran through me as I felt his mouth on my
cheeks, licking and kissing and gently biting.  My little cock hardened
still further as it was pressed against him, and I put an arm around him to
squeeze as hard as I could manage on one of his own cheeks.  And then,
astonishingly, his tongue was licking the length of my crack, digging deeply
along the groove and flicking into my hole as it went.  I jerked at the
sensation, reflexively sucking harder on him and being rewarded by the
feeling of his cock pulsing as I did so.  His backside clenched under my
hand, as mine was doing under the attentions of his mouth, and he began to
shoot his spunk into my waiting mouth.


One jet, two, three four... I was determined to take it all, but some
escaped from the corners of my mouth and I felt it run down my face.  He
shuddered as I ran my tongue around the head as he took it out of my mouth,
picking up the last of his seed.


He kept licking at my bottom for a few more seconds, then moved himself
around to be face-to-face with me.  He took my face in both hands and kissed
all around my mouth, licking up what was left of his semen around it, then
pushing his tongue, still wet with his own product, into my mouth, where I
licked and sucked at it.  He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him,
my legs on either side of his body and his knees up so that his still half
hard cock pressed against my bottom.


"I love you baby" he breathed to the top of my head.


"I love you too" I replied.


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