Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2008 08:09:30 +0100
From: Jason Carter <niftypen@gmail.com>
Subject: Loving Uncle Ralph - 4

Usual disclaimers:  It's mine, don't steal it.  Contains graphic
descriptions of sex between two male family members, one of whom is
underage.  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 and timings have been
changed. Let me know what you think.

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Over the following weeks and months, we played our games together whenever
we could, and Uncle Ralph worked with me to increase my enjoyment of
everything we did.  He showed me his favourite wanking techniques to
maximise the sensations and duration of the act, and spent many hours with
my little cock and balls in his mouth, an acrivity which I never tired of.
Feeling his tongue running all over my smooth organs and the heat and
wetness of his mouth enveloping them was a huge turn on for me, and I was
thrilled that after a number of occasions when I 'dry-came' both with him
and when I practiced alone at home (come on - I was an eleven-year old boy,
of course I played with myself at every possible opportunity), when the
wonderful day came when I finally properly shot my first load it was at a
moment when my 'cocklet' and balls were in his mouth.  I looked down when I
realised what had happened - I was lying on the bed with my legs over his
shoulders at the time - and saw him looking up at me with adoration in his
eyes.


He licked all around my cock one more time then scooted up to wrap me in his
big, hairy arms.


"Was that your first time, baby bear?  Did I just drink your first ever
cum?"


I nodded, snuggling into him and feeling his chest hairs against my face and
his cock pressed against me.


"I'm so pleased!  Did you enjoy it?"


I assured him on that point while simultaneously reaching down to grab his
thick shaft in my hand.  I felt the wetness at the end which I'd come to
understand was his precum, and rubbed my hand across the smooth wet head.  I
turned around and slid down his body so that I could take it in my own
mouth.


This was another technique I'd been working on improving, and I could now
take more of it and work it better, with less gagging and easier breathing.
I was soon bobbing my head up and down on his cock while his hands rubbed my
shoulders and ran through my hair.  I squeezed the base and around his balls
as he'd taught me, and also ran a finger back to play with the edge of his
hole, which I knew he liked.  Before long, he tensed, and his balls drew up
so I knew what was coming.  His hot wet spunk pulsed up through his cock and
into my mouth, and I gulped at it to take it all.  As had become our habit,
I swallowed most of it, but kept some in my mouth and then quickly moved up
to kiss him and felt his tongue exploring mine so we could share this
precious fluid.


"One day soon when you're making more we'll have to do this when I take your
cum" he promised.  And I remember thinking in my boyish desire to please him
that I would save up and not wank between now and the next time we played so
there would be enough of my own spunk to share.


But as I hinted above the area where I was learning the most from Uncle
Ralph was in the pleasure to be had in playing with one's arsehole.  Since
early on it had featured in our play, whether that first time he cleaned
mine or later had me clean his, or on that occasion when I'd first sucked
his cock and he'd reached around to lick and bite on my cheeks.  But that
was only the beginning.


One Saturday afternoon when I visited him, maybe three or four months after
we'd started our games,  when he'd joined me in bed fresh from the bath,
he'd asked me if I'd be willing to just do whatever he asked me to that
day.  Of course I agreed, and he settled down naked on the bed, his cock
already hard, and said that he wanted me to lick him all over.  That I could
go where I liked, but that from time to time he would direct me by pointing,
but he wasn't going to say a word.  If I didn't want to lick him anywhere he
pointed I should just say and that would be fine.


I immediately fell to the game licking around his neck and face, which he'd
occasionally done for me and which I knew felt good.   I licked across his
lips and felt his tongue dart out briefly to meet mine, then as I lifted my
head to decide where to go next he pointed to his left nipple.  I lowered my
head and licked all around it, feeling it harden under my attention and
instinctively sucking on it to bring it even further to attention.  His
breath hissed inwards and he pointed to his right nipple, where I repeated
the performance.  Clearly he liked this and let me work on them both for a
few minutes.  Then I moved on and explored the rest of his chest and down
his torso, stopping to flick my tongue in and out of and around his navel
and running it up and down the length on his sides from his armpits to his
waist.  I loved losing myself in his hairy underarms and licking around that
area as much as it clearly gave him pleasure.


I expected him to point to his cock or balls next, but instead he turned
over, and with difficulty indicated that I should lick the length of his
back, which I proceeded to do.  Then he pointed to one of his buttocks, and
I set to exploring it as thoroughly as possible, remembering the way he had
licked and nipped at mine.  I did the same, causing him to writhe on the bed
and grind his cock into the sheets before moving my attention to the other,
where I again licked and nibbled all over.  His arse was hairy and muscular
and I remember playing it a lot of attention as I knelt there between his
spread legs before he reached round with both his hands and pulled the
cheeks apart, pointing to indicate I should lick the up and down the
revealed cleft.  I was a little hesitant, but again remembering that he had
down the same for me, I put my head down at the bottom, where I could
briefly lick on his exposed balls, before flicking my tongue up the length
of the crack, licking both sides as I went and flickering over his puckered
hole along the way.  When I reached the top I repeated the movement in
reverse, licking down to his balls.  He moaned in pleasure from the moment I
started upwards the first time and his moans increased as he lifted his hips
off the bed to thrust his arse upwards towards my exploring mouth.  After I
had completed my up and down routine maybe five or six times, my little
tongue flicking at his hole each time, and my smooth little boy face cheeks
rubbing against his hairy arse cheeks the whole while, and with his pleasure
obviously becoming more intense all the time, he stopped me by turning over.


His cock was as hard as I'd ever seen it, and he looked at me with love as
he sat up long enough to kiss me deeply and taste where my mouth had just
been.  Still without saying anything he laid back down and lifted his knees
in the air so that his arse was once again exposed, and then he pointed
directly as his hole, which clenched and relaxed as I looked at it.


Hesitantly again, though with the increasing confidence which came from the
intense pleasure which all of Uncle Ralph's games had so far given both of
us, I lowered my head and applied my tongue directly to the hole, sticking
it out and licking round the whole tight ring.  The effect on my uncle was
immediate and electric.  His whole body convulsed and he gasped loudly.
Emboldened by the effect I was having, I began working my tongue around more
actively and with greater pressure on this clearly intensely sensitive
point.  I felt, though couldn't see (all I could see at this point was his
balls, and occasionally as I moved around a glimpse of his cock) his hole
tightening and relaxing, and on an impulse, as it opened slightly under my
ministrations, I stuck the very tip of my tongue inside.


The noise Uncle Ralph made at that moment was something very close to a
howl, and suddenly his hole tightened convulsively once, twice, three times,
more, and I looked up to see jet after jet of his spunk hitting his chest as
a shuddering orgasm took over his whole body.  Literally, he was shaking
from top to toe as the intensity of his climax washed over him.  I could
only sit and watch in awe, praying for the day that I would feel something
that extreme.


Once he'd calmed down a little and regained control of himself, he sat up
and looked down at my still hard cock.  Eventually he spoke.


"Come on, you deserve a taste of the same.  Come and kneel above my face."
He moved himself down the bed away from the pillows so that he was flat
against the bed and helped me position myself above him.


"Now you play with your willy the way I showed you, and leave the rest to
me" he said, as he guided me lower, pulling my cheeks apart as he did and
taking a quick lap at my tight, hairless balls as they settled towards his
chin.  "Oh god baby bear, your arse is so little and smooth, I love it."


I started pulling on my cock as he began licking at my crack.  I was loving
the feel of his hot tongue against my cheeks and in the sensitive area
between them, but then I suddenly had a sense of what he had felt so
intensely as he dug into my cheeks with his big hands and pulled them even
further apart, pushing his face hard into the space between and sticking his
tongue firmly into my hole, then out to lap almost roughly around it before
pushing it hard inside the rim again.  He pushed and pushed with his tongue
to get it inside my tight little boy hole, and suddenly I was feeling myself
doing the clenching as one of my then dry orgasms overcame me.


I let myself fall forward into the sticking mess that still coated his chest
and stomach and licked at the head of his cock before he turned me around
and kissed me.  I could taste myself on him, and my still stiff cock
hardened again.


"Did you like all that, baby bear?" he asked, his arms around me and his
breathless voice close by my ear.


"Definitely.  When can we do it again?"


He laughed.


"Whenever you like.  And a whole lot more."



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As always, let me know what you think.