Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 12:09:03 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Me, Dad and Uncle Jim

			   ME, DAD AND UNCLE JIM
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Now, Lloyd," Mom said to me. "You be a good boy in bed tonight. Don't
toss and turn and keep your Uncle Jim awake."
     "It'll be a tight fit," Uncle Jim said, "but we'll make do. Sharing
this great, big couch with an eight-year-old boy isn't such a big deal."
     "I do feel terrible taking your bed from you." Mom said. "We'll get
out of here as soon as we save enough for a deposit on a place."
     What they were talking about was that Dad, Mom and me had come to this
town because Uncle Jim had got Dad hired on to his construction job. We had
left my Aunt Sue's house where we had been staying (Aunt Sue is my mother's
sister, and Uncle Jim was my Dad's brother) and driven all day and part of
the night to get here and we would stay with Uncle Jim until Dad could
afford to get us our own place.
     Trouble is, Uncle Jim's apartment was tiny, about a fifteen-by-fifteen
foot square. Believe it or not, this was a one-bedroom apartment, too! How
did they do it? Draw a square and then draw a line top-to-bottom to cut off
the left-hand third of the place. That was the kitchen and bathroom (the
bathroom was the top third of this one-third piece, the kitchen was the
lower two-thirds). Got that? Now look at the two-thirds of the square left
(a piece ten feet wide by fifteen feet long, and draw a line left-to-right
across its middle. That was the living room (lower half) and the bedroom
(upper half). You might have to sketch it to see it but if you don't want
to bother, take it from me, the apartment was a fine size for a single guy
like Uncle Jim, but it was terribly crowded with the four of us living
there.
     Take his living room, about eight feet by ten feet. With the door into
the bedroom set way over against the kitchen wall, he had about a
eight-by-eight square, big enough to hold his couch and a television set,
and enough room to walk between them comfortably, but not much else. And
his bedroom was big enough to hold his bed and a dresser, but not much
else. Like that.
     With four people, and Mom a girl, the bedroom had to be for her and
Dad. Uncle Jim and I were going to be sleeping on the couch. Both of us,
and the couch didn't even fold out, it was about eight-foot-long and like
Uncle Jim said, it was going to be a tight fit. I personally didn't see how
we were going to fit without me lying on top of him, which was what I was
expecting to have to do.
     You might wonder why we didn't get me a sleeping bag or throw a
blanket on the floor or something. Well, my family was that broke. Dad
hadn't worked in a long time and living all that time with my Aunt, we had
sold just about everything we had in garage sales. We had our clothes and
the car and that was it. If it weren't for family, we would have been
living in our car and it was a subcompact! Uncle Jim was better off than we
were, but not by much. But he and Dad had always been close; we were more
than welcome to stay with him and he'd buy food for us for the two weeks it
would take for Dad to get his first paycheck.
     And I would have to start school all over again. Only good thing about
that is that the construction site was just a block from my new school.
     "You about ready to go to bed, squirt?" Uncle Jim asked me.
     "Sure." I said.
     "Okay, Marge, if you will just take Frank into the bedroom with you so
Lloyd and I can get undressed, we'll hit the sack."
     "You be a good boy." Mom said again. "And you go right to sleep."
     "Okay, Mom." I said.
     Mom went into the bedroom; there was only a large beach towel over the
entrance that she unfastened from its middle and let it fall to cover the
entire area.
     "Okay, sport, get ready for bed." Uncle Jim said and began to unbutton
his shirt. He wore blue jeans and a red plaid shirt and I stood watching
him. I had never shared a bed with a grown-up before.
     Uncle Jim was about 25 years old, some three years younger than my
Dad, and like Dad he had worked in construction all his life. Like Dad and
me, he was blond-haired and had a large, easy way about him. His face
usually wore a smile and he was really nice-looking, in a friendly sort of
way. He did construction because he liked hard work, liked building things
with his hands, big things like the office building he was working on. He
loved running jackhammers and hammering nails and fitting pipes and when he
ended his work day, he was dirty all over, everything about him stained and
grimy, except for that sheer-white smile of his because he liked nothing
better than being dirty and sweaty from a day of hard work.
     My Dad was like him, his brother, after all, but with my Dad it was
all a bit more serious. Dad had a quiet way about him, and his smile was
smaller and made him look shy. Dad's face was a little rounder and his eyes
were a light gray color where Uncle Jim's were pale blue. I had Dad's face,
and his eyes, too. Mom was red-haired and had green eyes.
     When Uncle Jim removed his shirt, he had on a tank-top under that he
also took off. When he bent to let his tank-top drop onto the floor, it was
like every muscle he had showed on his body when he bent, making him look
like he was made of a stack of mushed-down clay balls, all curves and
bulges and lines between. Even his arms, he had these big round biceps and
the skin dimpled under them, showing them off, and the muscles further down
the arm were long ovals.
     "You getting ready for bed?" He asked me.
     "Uh, sure." I said. I had already taken my shoes off earlier, so I
just had to yank down my shorts and I'd be wearing just my briefs, socks
and an oversized t-shirt I usually used for sleeping in.
     Uncle Jim was undoing his belt, a broad brown leather belt and I
looked at the silver-and-gold buckle it had on it when he undid it, it
shone from the overhead light.
     Then he was pushing down his jeans, leaving the belt still inside
them, and I saw his legs were quite a bit hairier than his chest, which
only had a little bit of hair on it. But his lower legs especially had like
a cobweb of hairs on them.
     "You sleeping in that?" He asked me.
     "Yeah." I said.
     "Those socks are dirty and so's that t-shirt." He said. "You're going
to be pushing up against me all night; I don't want those dirty things up
against me. Take them off."
     "Okay." I said and I sat on the couch to do so. I tossed my socks at
the pile of clothes in the middle of the floor and Uncle Jim was pulling
the quilt up. I got one look at his bulge in his breifs, they were kind of
loose on him and I was surprised how much room his willy took up
there. Like I said, I had never slept with a grown-up before.
     "How are we going to sleep?" I asked him. "Side by side?"
     "Naw, top to bottom." he answered.
     "Huh?"
     "I'll show you." He said and he sidled down the bed and one of his big
feet landed in my lap while the other brushed against my back. Then he had
his head on the armrest of the couch and said, "Now you do the same thing
from that end. Put your feet up towards me."
     "Oh!" I saw what he meant, he had his legs lifted up so I could slid
my legs in between his, and with one of my legs under his and one over, I
scooted down to where my head could lie on the armrest.
     There were some problems with this set-up, though I hadn't seen it and
neither had Uncle Jim. First, his feet ended up shoved under my armpits and
I couldn't lie like that, my arms sort of dangled upwards in
mid-air. Second, I was a bit too tall to fit, my butt was pushed down
against his with our willies touching each other, and my leg which was
underneath his leg was being crushed. But this was all just a matter of
shifting around, and I was wiggling as I could, trying to fit in.
     My uppermost leg was only going to be comfortable if I laid it right
upon his stomach, and I did that, and my inside thigh landed on his
willy. He kind of grunted, "Oof!" when I did that, but he didn't complain
and I kept on wiggling. Uncle Jim reached down and shifted his willy, and
then I felt it on my leg, it was getting all long and kind of hard-like, it
rolled about under my thigh as I squirmed to get comfortable in this
cramped set-up.
     My real problem, though, was with the armrest. "This thing is too high
up." I complained after a time. "I can't put my head on it, it hurts my
neck."
     "What do you want to do?" Uncle Jim asked me, his voice kind of soft.
     "Let me turn around." I said, pushing the quilt off onto the floor. I
did, I wiggled up to a sitting position, and I saw then that Uncle Jim's
willy was almost standing up inside his briefs. The light was still on (the
lamp was up next to Uncle Jim's head, so he could reach and turn it off
when we were settled in) and I said. "I could lay my head on you. Then I
wouldn't have your feet in my face."
     "Give it a try." Uncle Jim still had that soft tone in his voice.
     I lay my head down on his upper leg, then squirmed and Uncle Jim
scooted up higher so that his shoulders were on his armrest and that let me
just lay down and place my head right up next to his willy.
     "Mm." I said. His body was nice and soft, almost like a pillow. "I
like this."
     "I like it, too."
     I knew what he meant, I had figured out about my willy some time
before with my friends.
     "Your willy is all hard." I giggled.
     "Yeah." He said.
     I could see how his briefs were all tented up from his willy and I
saw, too, how big it was, and I let my curiosity get the better of me,
without even asking (my friends said I could touch their willies, but I had
to ask first), I reached up and grabbed hold of his willy.
     "Uuuhhhh!" Uncle Jim said when I did that. It was a happy sort of
sound so I reached up and pulled the waistband away and got a good look at
it.
     "Wow!" was my first words for it. It looked so big and fat, I couldn't
believe it. How did Uncle Jim get this thing into his pants! It didn't look
like it would fit.
     I wrapped my hand around it before I thought to ask. "Can I play with
it, Uncle Jim?"
     "Oooh, yeah!" he said. "God, I haven't had anyone play with it since
your Daddy and me were about your age."
     "Daddy used to play with your willy?" I asked him.
     "Huh?" He didn't catch the word at first. "Uh, yeah, he and I would
play with each other. I bet you do the same with your little friends."
     "Yeah." I said. "But this one is a lot bigger."
     All I was doing was holding onto it. That's all my friends and I had
done, so far.
     "Go ahead and play with it." Uncle Jim coaxed me.
     All I could think to do was kind of shake it back and forth and I
giggled sort of stupidly, and Uncle Jim said, "No, Lloyd, you have to move
your hand up and down. Kind of pull on it, make it slide up and down."
     I did that and felt how the soft skin would sort of slide back and
forth over the hard center core of it. I started pushing up and pulling
down about once a second and I said, "Like this?"
     "Yeah, like that, but faster." Uncle Jim urged me.
     I looked up at him, he was watching me play with his willy and his
face was, well, it's kind of hard to explain. Like it was softer than it
was before. His eyes were sort of misty and his mouth was open which made
his cheeks kind of softer and his eyebrows were raised a little that made
them look rounder, softer too. I pumped on his prick and Uncle Jim's eyes
closed and he moaned the sort of moan you make when you eat an ice-cream
cone on a hot day. "Mmmmmh!"
     "Is this how I play with it?" I asked him as I went even a little
faster.
     "That's one way to do it, yeah." Uncle Jim said.
     I was intrigued by this. "What's the other ways?" I asked him.
     "Some people...some people also put their mouths over it." He said to
me, his voice taking on a tenseness now. He was almost panting, his words
had a kind of rushed edge to them. "They get their mouths all wet and they
put their mouths over it, and they work it with their lips, just like
you're doing now."
     "Yeah?" I looked at his cock. It had a glistening bead of something on
the tip of it.
     "Would you do that for me, Lloyd?" Uncle Jim asked me. "Would you take
it in your mouth for me, baby?"
     I looked at his cock and that glittering little bead of stuff grew
larger all by itself and I just let my mouth open and my head drop onto
it. That bead was really salty on my tongue and Uncle Jim moaned again,
this time he sort of shuddered at the same time.
     "U-u-u-uh, that feels good!" he sighed to me. "Come on, make your
Uncle Jim feel really good. Work on it, suck on my dick."
     I did, I moved my head up and down and I sucked on him at the same
time. This drove Uncle Jim absolutely wild, he was squirming around like
crazy, and moaning about how good it felt and I was such a good boy. His
dick got so warm and firm it was easy for me to suck on it now, and I did,
I was treating it like a thick soda straw and I kept moving my head up and
down and Uncle Jim gasped out, "Oh, oh, baby, I'm going to come. I'm going
to shoot. Can I shoot it in your mouth? Please?"
     I wasn't sure what he meant, but I trusted Uncle Jim so I grunted an
"uh-huh" in response and shuddered again, made this long, low moaning sound
and then my mouth suddenly filled up with hot, salty stuff.
     I was surprised, there was so much of it all of a sudden. I did the
only thing I could think of (since I was pretending to suck on a soda
straw), I began to drink it down. I swallowed hard and that seemed to turn
Uncle Jim on even more, he was moaning and writhing beneath me, and I
sucked on him and I drank down this hot, salty stuff he was pumping out of
his willy, and then he was still, but breathing really hard, so hard I was
worried.
     "Uncle Jim, are you all right?" I asked him.
     "Yeah, oh, yeah." he gasped out, sounding a little better now. "That
was just great, Lloyd. You're really good at sucking cock."
     That made me proud, that I was good at it even my first time. "Can I
do it again?" I asked him, intending to suck him again right away.
     "Uh, no, no, not right now." Uncle Jim said as I put my mouth over his
cock again.
     "No?" I was disappointed.
     He chuckled, a soft, happy sound. "Silly, it's not something I can do
again right away. I have to sort of rest up first."
     "Oh." I said, digesting this news. "When will you be ready again?"
     "In the morning." Uncle Jim promised. "Now, get some sleep."
     And we went to sleep the way I had figured we would, I lay down on top
of Uncle Jim and he pulled the quilt over both of us and we slept like
that.
     I awoke in the early morning hours, with the light just peeking
through the window and my first thought was, "Hey, it's morning! I can suck
Uncle Jim again!"
     So I did, I scrabbled off of him, kicking off the covers and waking
him up as I did so and I pulled down his briefs and I said, "Hey, it's
smaller this morning." That surprised me, I didn't know it got bigger and
smaller so much! His willy wasn't that much bigger than mine all soft like
this. "Why isn't it nice and hard like it was last night?"
     "It's still asleep." Uncle Jim said to me, tussling my hair. "You just
lick it and it will wake right up."
     It was already beginning to wake up, and I happily sucked it until it
was nice and hard and Uncle Jim was groaning happily again.
     "Uh-hm-hmmph!" came the sound of my Daddy clearing his throat and I
looked around and Uncle Jim jumped like he'd been bitten or something.
     "What's going on here?" he asked me.
     I didn't know better than to just say it, I didn't see anything wrong
with it. "Uncle Jim showed me how to do this with his dick." I said
brightly.
     A strangled sound came from Uncle Jim and I looked at him,
wondering. Was something wrong?
     Daddy's response, though, was to burst out laughing. "God, I might
have known." he said. "You always were such a damned horn-dog, Jim."
     "He started it." Uncle Jim said. "Rubbing his leg over me."
     "Well, don't let your mother find out about this." my Daddy
said. "She's in the bathroom right now. You'd better get dressed before she
comes out."
     We did, and Uncle Jim, his pants on, looked at Daddy. "You're not
mad?" He seemed surprised.
     "Ah, hell, kids play around." Daddy said. "You and I did it all the
time when we were growing up, remember?"
     "Not like this." Uncle Jim said cautiously.
     "But we would have if we'd thought about it." Daddy said. "Matter of
fact, I wouldn't mind joining in the next time."
     "Sure, Daddy!" I said quickly. "Uncle Jim taught me real good!"
     "I'll bet he did." Daddy said.
     Mom came out of the bathroom about then, and I looked at Daddy and he
put his fingers to his lips, his eyes twinkling and I grinned and did a
"shush" back at him.
     "Did Lloyd and I keep you awake?" Uncle Jim asked Mom.
     "With that noisy fan of yours going?" Mom said. "It's awfully hot in
this town. I can't get used to this Southern weather."
     "You will pretty soon." Uncle Jim said. He seemed really relieved.
     "What were you all talking about?" Mom asked Dad. "I saw those hush-up
signals you and Lloyd did. Keeping a secret from me, are you?"
     "Just that since Lloyd's school is right next to the construction
site, why don't you pack all our lunches in the cooler and we'll eat
together."
     "Cool!" I said eagerly.
     "Let's get ready, then." Daddy said. "Me for work and you for school!"
     I was glad to. The school turned out to be really nice, and I told the
principal my Daddy and Uncle both worked on the construction site and could
I please go over and have lunch with him? He had seen us all together,
Daddy and Uncle Jim both wearing their tool belts, and so he was willing,
saying if the job foreman didn't mind, he sure didn't, just be careful
around that heavy machinery. Some other kids at the school were doing the
same thing, I learned.
     So at lunchtime, I ran over to the site and made it there just at the
whistle blew for their lunch. I stood at the edge of the site until I saw
Daddy and Uncle Jim and I waved and they gestured me on in.
     "Let's go find a place to stuff our faces." Daddy said.
     "I know just the place." Uncle Jim said. He did, too, there was a spot
at the back of the site where a fence was partly put up and the rest of
that wall was (I guess) part of the old building that had been here. There
was a gap between the two some four feet wide and it ran for about twenty
feet to a big pile of brush. Some boxes were put there, they held pipes of
some kind and we sat on them and had our lunch.
     Men who work hard eat hard and fast, Daddy and Uncle Jim had scarfed
down their sandwiches and cupcakes in no time. I was still working on my
own cupcake and Uncle Jim said, "Well, we'd better talk this all out here
and now."
     "What?" I asked.
     "About you playing with my dick." Uncle Jim said.
     "I told you I don't have any problems with it." My Daddy said. "Boys
are curious and God knows you and me did it enough growing up."
     "Yeah." Uncle Jim smiled. "I kind of miss those days. Why did we ever
quit doing it?"
     Daddy shrugged. "You came up with the notion we shouldn't do it. So
you stopped."
     "I stopped?" Uncle Jim was surprised.
     I was watching all this with wide eyes. It isn't often you hear adults
talking like that.
     "I would have been glad to keep on playing with you." Daddy
said. "Hell, I'll do it now if we can get my wife out of the way."
     "Mom?" I asked.
     "Trouble in the bed, big brother?" Uncle Jim asked.
     Daddy shrugged. "Married life isn't all you think it is when you take
those wedding vows." he said. "I love Lloyd's mother, but damn it, I'm just
not getting satisfied. You know what I thought when I saw my son sucking on
your dick?"
     "No."
     "What, Daddy?" I asked.
     "I felt jealous." Daddy said. "I wished it was me. I mean, he's my
son, isn't he?"
     "Wow!" Uncle Jim said, shaking his head. "I mean, I thought I knew
you, Frank, but you've managed to surprise me."
     "Like I said, I never did see any harm in easing your nuts when you
need to." Daddy said. "I'm wishing I didn't have to share that bed with
Margie, and could bunk out in the living room with you."
     "The apartment is awfully small." Uncle Jim said. "If that fan hadn't
been going, she'd have heard Lloyd and me for certain."
     "It is noisy." Daddy said. "I didn't know what was going on until I
stuck my head out the curtain and saw Lloyd sucking your cock." He paused,
then repeated, "I felt jealous, I tell you."
     "We'll have to figure out when you can let Lloyd work on you." Uncle
Jim mused. "Maybe I can take Marge out on the town, or introduce her to
some women."
     "Get her out of the apartment for a few hours, yeah." Daddy said,
rubbing his crotch.
     I looked where he was rubbing and saw that bulge and I said, "So
what's wrong with here?"
     "Here?" Daddy was surprised. "Right now?"
     "Sure, why not?" Uncle Jim said. "I got interrupted this morning and
my nuts have been complaining ever since. I've been thinking of going in
the porta-john and whacking off, only I might get caught at it."
     "We could get caught at it." Daddy said.
     "Hell, most of the guys leave for lunch." Uncle Jim said. "Maybe a
dozen are sitting at the site eating, some with their kids. We won't be
interrupted. I can even keep watch for you."
     "Yeah, come on, Daddy." I said. "Let me show you how good I am at
sucking dick."
     "He is good." Uncle Jim said.
     Daddy looked at me, rubbing his groin, and I smiled and said, "Let me
do that, Daddy. Please?"
     Daddy's hand stopped and when I reached in, his hand lifted away. I
felt that huge bulge and I said, "Gee, Daddy, I think yours is even bigger
than Uncle Jim's."
     "Hey!" Uncle Jim said.
     "We'll have to measure them." Daddy said. "That feels good, Son. Take
it out for me. Can you do that?"
     "Sure, Daddy!" I had some trouble with the zipper, but when I got it
unzipped, all I saw was my Daddy's dick.
     "Man, you aren't wearing any underwear?" Uncle Jim asked.
     "All dirty." Daddy shrugged. "Marge will have to do laundry for us."
     "That's okay." I said. "I like it this way, I can just take it
out. See?" And I pulled my Daddy's dick out into the air.
     "Man, that's a nice sized cock you have there." Uncle Jim said. "We'll
have to measure them against each other."
     "Later." Daddy said. "Right now, I want to see what it feels like to
have my son suck on my cock."
     I took my Daddy's cock in my mouth and began to do the combination of
bobbing up and down and sucking at the same time and Daddy was silent at
first, then he gave out a low groan.
     "Feels damned good, doesn't it, big brother?" Uncle Jim said.
     "Yeah! Aw, yeah!" Daddy groaned. "Suck my dick, baby, suck your
Daddy's dick! Aw, yeah!"
     Uncle Jim was watching us instead of the guys at the site, his hand
busily rubbing his crotch. "Man, I can't wait for tonight." He
moaned. "Going to teach your little boy everything about sex. Every damned
thing."
     I picked up on that and said, my mouth popping off Daddy's
cock. "There's more?"
     "Get back to sucking, Son." Daddy said. "Yeah, there's more." he
continued when I recommenced to working his dick. "Only you're my baby boy,
and I get to do it first."
     I grunted my inquiry but kept on slurping on Daddy's prick.
     "I bet his ass would feel good." Uncle Jim said. "Nice, young and
tight. Think he could take us?"
     "I think he could take me, if we give him plenty of lubrication."
     "Well, he's lubing you right now." Uncle Jim said. "And let me get
some grease for you, there's a can of it just the other side of this
fence." He went and fetched it and said to me, still sucking happily on my
Daddy's dick, "Now, Lloyd, I'm going to take your pants off and then I'm
going to put some of this grease up your ass. Don't be surprised, it'll be
a little cold-feeling."
     It sure was, it was downright icy. But it was some kind of thick oily
stuff, solid yellow in color and texture and Uncle Jim showed me a huge
glob of it after he pulled my pants and briefs off. Daddy was watching all
this, and he even reached out and caught my head, held me in place but
still when Uncle Jim began to work the grease into my butt.
     I had Daddy's dick in my mouth to muffle me, but it did hurt a little,
Uncle Jim's slippery fingers probing into my ass. But he got that in me and
then said, "Okay, Frank, I got your son all lubed up. You can fuck him
now."
     That excited me in a way I know now as a sexual feeling. All this
before had been fun, I mean, kind of tingly and new, but I looked at my
Daddy's face and he looked down at me and it was the look of a man about to
plug a boy's ass, and it was strong and masterful and it said I belonged to
him and I looked back, he was my Daddy and I trusted him.
     Daddy set me down on his lap and said, "Now, let me do the work,
Son. You just holler if it gets to hurting too much, okay?"
     "Okay, Daddy." I said, but honest, it didn't hurt at all. I was too
turned on, this was my Daddy, this was my own father and he was pushing his
cock into my ass and it felt good going all the way in!
     "Damn, the kid's a natural." Uncle Jim said. "I could have skipped the
lube, I think."
     "Oh, yeah!" Daddy moaned. "Just get used to that for a while, baby,
and then I'll fuck you."
     "I leaned back against Daddy's strong chest, feeling his powerful pud
in my butt, all strong and pulsing in there, and I saw how my own willy was
standing upright, tiny but proud.
     Uncle Jim saw it, too. "Look at that, Frank, your son has a boner! I
didn't think they got them at his age!"
     "Sure, it gets hard, it just doesn't get much bigger." Daddy
pontificated.
     Uncle Jim looked at my cock, then he knelt down and leaned over us,
and his tongue darted out and he touched the tip of it to my cock, and I
just moaned from that delicate touch, like a kitten tapping you with its
paw. His tongue sprang out again and this time he began to lick at my cock,
really lick it like a candy sucker, and then he got my entire dick into his
mouth, it was swallowed up in his big face, and he sucked on me by making
little strokes, and I groaned.
     And that's when Daddy began to hunch up into me. Little strokes at
first, but they felt enormous to me, his big prong was filling me so full,
it was so fat that I felt my entire body moving back and forth as he fucked
me.
     I had my little orgasm then, a strange, shivering, quivering thing, it
was like my body knew there was more, but it couldn't reach it, and it was
sort of hopping up and down, trying to reach it anyway, not making it, but
trying, trying so hard.
     Then my cock got tender and I groaned, and pushed Uncle Jim away.
     "You ready to suck on me now?" he asked me.
     "Let's plug him from both ends." My Daddy agreed.
     So Uncle Jim stood in front of me and I leaned forward, my body
literally impaled atop my Daddy's prong so that it pivoted me, suspended me
in mid-air because all of it couldn't fit inside me, and I got my feet on
the edge of the box and that let my Daddy fuck me and Uncle Jim's hands on
my head let him fuck my face.
     All I had to do was hold still, and I had two huge pricks driving into
me from both ends, my mouth was full and my ass was full, my Daddy and my
Uncle Jim were both ramming into me.
     Daddy groaned and he began to move me on his body with his strong
hands, and I let go of Uncle Jim and just threw my head back and loved how
hard Daddy was, how hot he was, and then that hot, stinging jizz of his
burst into me and I felt it deep inside me, making a sort of second climax
for me, still a little-boy come but it felt good just the same.
     Uncle Jim was moaning in frustration and he pumped his cock and as
Daddy sagged back, his load spent, Uncle Jim groaned and he exploded in my
face, sprayed me with his heavy load, all white and sticky and he pelted me
with it and I looked at this jizz pouring out of him and onto me, and I
knew that this was what I had drunk the night before, and this was what was
sizzling inside my butt right now.
     I licked at the load on my face with my tongue, while Uncle Jim moaned
and jerked his cock even though now it was shriveling up and I watched it
do that with the fascination of the first time, wow, dicks really do that?
     "Oh, oh, oh!" Uncle Jim muttered, breathing heavy and I knew that when
a man comes, he will pant afterwards. I wondered how it would be like when
I was grown up and could feel it like that.
     "That was good." Daddy said to me. "My little baby boy, your Daddy
fucked your ass for the first time. I took your pretty little cherry butt,
baby."
     "And I want at it tonight." Uncle Jim said.
     "Maybe we could send Marge out to do laundry." mused Daddy. "Anything
to get her out of the house."
     I heard the school bell and I got up, quickly pulled my pants back on
and got back to class. I smelled funny all day, even the guy sitting next
to me mentioned it, but I didn't care. I smelled of my Daddy and Uncle Jim.
     I played in the school yard until Daddy and Uncle Jim were done
working, then went to meet them. When we got home, Mom had supper waiting
for us and I ate hungrily, wishing it were nighttime already, wishing there
was some way we could send Mom back to Aunt Sue's house to stay. When Mom
said something about the apartment we would get soon as we could, I spoke
up.
     "How long do you think it'll be before we get our own place?" I
asked. "I like it here with Uncle Jim."
     "It's going to take some time. Rent is so high here." Mom said.
     "You got that right." Uncle Jim said. He winced, "Oh, my aching
back. I had Lloyd sleeping on top of me all night."
     "Lloyd!" Mom said to me chidingly.
     "I'm sorry, Mom." I said. "There wasn't any other way, we didn't fit."
     "I didn't think we could get two of you on that couch."
     "Yeah, but what else can we do?" Uncle Jim asked. "Lloyd has to sleep
somewhere. Put him in bed with both of you?"
     Mom was silent then said, "That's it!"
     "What is?" I asked. "Me sleep with you and Dad?"
     "No, you sleep with your Dad and Uncle Jim in the bed." Mom said
triumphantly. "And I'll sleep on the couch. Plenty of room there for one
person."
     I looked at Daddy and Uncle Jim and they looked at me and a slow smile
showed on their faces. Mine too, I think.
     "Just us boys in the bed." I said. "Cool!"
     "Then it's settled." Mom said. "And with you able to sleep at night,
Jim, we can let it take a while to get out of here."
     "Yeah." I chimed in. Personally, I hoped we'd never leave!

				  THE END
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