Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2011 14:58:58 -0400 (EDT)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: My Loving Uncle (gay/incest, oeal anal, b/M)

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			      My Loving Uncle
				    By
				   Wolf

	After all these years and all the boys and men I have had sex with
I still lay in bed at night wanking off while remembering how my uncle
seduced me.  I still live in Cambridge, UK.  When I was a child we lived
there too.  My dad worked nights and was probably shagging every skirt he
could get his hands on.  My mum worked as well, as a result she had to rely
on her brother to look after me a lot.

	My Uncle Jeremy (Jess or Jesse to his mates) spent a lot of time
looking after me.  He must have enjoyed babysitting duties because he
looked after me as far back as I can remember.  I don't remember him ever
doing anything inappropriate to me as a child, at least not until I was 9
or 10 years old.

	I remember him bathing me a lot.  I suspect now that he got off
thinking about me later while he was in his bed.  We were very, very close,
thick as thieves back then.  Ma and Dad used to say that we had secret
handshakes and winking signals that only we understood.  Our relationship
was very special.

	He told me once that he liked picking me up from football (soccer)
club, because I would have muddy knees and face, as well as be all sweaty.
He said he loved getting me cleaned up.  I didn't understand the meaning of
what he was saying at the time.  Just the same by the time I was 9 years
old I felt like I was attracted to boys more than girls.

	I messed around with a few guys at school, particularly at my
junior school with a guy named George.  From the minute I met George I
thought he was beautiful, and I never thought any male was pretty before.
He had bright blue eyes, golden skin, and very blond hair.  One day he came
home with me after football, and my uncle was there.

	My uncle worked out every day, and would often would have just
returned from the gym and taken a shower when I got home.  This afternoon
he had a short towel wrapped around his waist.  When George and I got home,
I sprang a boner when I saw my uncle.  I remember it vividly because I
remember the look on George's face, which was basically 'fuck me!' and I
had to hide the bulge in my pants.  My uncle was a big man.

	He was probably six-foot three, with short cropped dark hair, and
bright blue eyes.  He seemed to always have stubble on his face.  He also
displayed a trail of body hair that ran from his neckline down his chest,
across his ripped belly, and disappeared under the towel.  He clearly
shaved his face down to his neckline, but there was no visible hair on his
arms and legs.  I remember having seen the outline of his cock many times,
and was convinced that it was huge.  As soon as brief introductions were
made, George and I ran upstairs before anything else was said.

	I was amazed as soon as we were in my room, because he wanted to
talk about my uncle.  I can't remember exactly all of the conversation that
transpired, but it sure got me horny, which wasn't something that I had
experienced all that often before.  That afternoon was the start of our
exploration of sex with each other.  For the next two years, while we were
in junior school George and I used to play games like we would be
bodybuilders we saw at the gym.  Sometimes he would be my uncle, and we
would strip down to our tightly whites and pretend to spot each other while
lifting weights.  We would oil up each other's bodies with vegetable oil.

	When I was 11 years old, I remember this little game turned into us
playing about with each other's willies.  We basically jerked each other
off.  About that time when my uncle sat for me, he must have known what we
had been doing.  I don't know if he saw us or heard us.  He started asking
me questions about the things we were doing to each other.  I don't know
why, but I told him everything.  He got a big smile on his face and assured
me that it was perfectly natural for boys our age to enjoy sex with each
other.

	I suspect my uncle went home and jerked off big time after me
telling him about George and me.  From then on whenever George and I got
together I would report to Jesse everything that took place.  Jesse would
give me suggestions about things to try with him.  None of what I was doing
seemed strange at that point, because to me it was like having a secret
naughty friend.  When we left school George and I didn't see much of each
other, because we went our separate ways.  I even got a girlfriend, my
first of two.  I had the two girlfriends for quite awhile, maybe for a
couple of years each.  The relationships were not going anywhere though.
Even my relationship with Uncle Jesse cooled off.  He didn't have a reason
to sit for me, because mum was home more looking after my little brother,
Oscar.

	Uncle Jesse still asked questions about what how I was getting off,
and he was still my naughty friend.  He still gave me suggestions about
ways to please my girlfriends and such.  I couldn't help but notice that my
brother was becoming a pretty handsome guy and maturing nicely.  Of course
I knew it was wrong of me to think about my little brother like that, but
it made me feel horny while my uncle would discuss Oscar's attributes like
he used to talk to me about such things.  This all took place over about
two months before my thirteenth birthday.  My uncle was looking after the
two of us more, because mum went back to work full time.  Dad was nowhere
to be seen by that time, although he officially still lived at home.  I
guess mum already knew he was fucking everything he could.

	My Uncle Jesse and I became close again, and we would have lots of
conversations about girls and other things.  Jesse also kept mentioning the
boys I used to hang out with in junior school and George in particular.  He
suggested that I might enjoy going to the gym with him and getting into
weightlifting.  Mum had no objections, so I started going to the gym with
him.

	We started going every day for a couple of months.  He told me that
we had to rest different muscle groups at least a day between working them.
So one day we worked arms and chest, the odd day we worked kegs and stomach
muscle groups.  Jesse would compliment me on how fast I was putting on
muscle.  (It all seems obvious now, and he knew exactly what he was doing,
but I was unaware that he was grooming me for seduction.  I just enjoyed
the attention.)

	I had broken up with my girlfriend and hadn't had sex in awhile.
My mates were beginning to brag about all of the girls they were fucking.
I started to worry that I wasn't normal.  I asked my uncle if there was
something wrong with me.  He assured me that I was perfectly fine.  He
assured me that I was perfect.  For the first time I think I understood
what he meant.  I was 13-years old, and I understood what he wanted from me
or expected from me.  Several times I had wet dreams thinking about him.  I
remember having a dream about my uncle with me in the gym spotting for me.
I could see up the leg of his shorts and see that he didn't have a
jockstrap on.  His big cock was dangling over my head.  I could smell his
sweaty body.  The dream progressed to him fucking me.  He would say I
looked hot, and my muscles were huge, and then he oiled me up before he
fucked my arse.  I never told my uncle about those dreams or thoughts.

	It was a Friday on November 25th when it did happen, just four days
after my 13th birthday.  I had been at football practice, and my uncle
picked me up.  It had been raining and I was covered in mud...head to toe.
Getting dirty like that was always fun for me.  I always showered at home,
because I was scared about seeing naked boys in the shower, and springing a
stiffy.  My uncle took me home, and I got in the shower immediately.  After
I cleaned up, and got dressed I went downstairs to the kitchen to get some
milk.  My uncle started talking about how well my body was developing, and
how football was keeping me lean and tight, not muscularly and stocky.  He
told me I looked better than him, because I didn't have a belly.

	I told him that he was silly, because he had an awesome body!

	He lifted his shirt to prove he had a belly, but was actually
proving he had a well defined abs for a 40 year old!  That was a bit of a
blur because I went to bed about eight that evening.  I was a bit
knackered, and mum wasn't due home until about eleven or even later.  My
little brother was fast asleep in his bed, and Jesse was downstairs
watching TV.  I had just started to think about jerking off when I heard
the TV.  The sound was definitely that of people fucking.  I had seen
plenty of borrowed porn from my secondary school days.  Back then all of my
mates had secreted away collections of porn!  I got down on the floor, and
placed my ear to the floor to make sure that was what I was hearing.  The
next thing I knew my uncle was standing in my doorway in his shorts.  It
was a freezing November night, but he always wore few clothes, who wouldn't
with a body like his.

	I thought I must have done something that alerted him that I was
listening to what he was watching, that was clearly why he had it so loud.
I don't even remember everything that was said next.  All, I did was try
and jump in bed to hide my boner.

	Jesse said, "It isn't wrong to watch and enjoy porn.  It is healthy
and normal.  Haven't you ever watched it with your dad?"

	I quickly responded with, "FUCK NO!"

	Jess laughed, "I have some we can watch!"

	We went downstairs and watched some really filthy porn.  The stuff
I had borrowed from my mates was soft core stuff or lesbian stuff where
they played around with a dildo or some really old grainy videos that had
been made back before World War II of an ugly old fart dude who gets it on
with a nurse or something like that.  This was really proper hot stuff.
The men were muscular fit men banging big breasted sexy women.  Jesse and I
watched for awhile and we commented on each other getting boners.  Jess got
up and switched DVD's and this was the best porn I had ever seen.  He
called it, "His special Video, and since I was his special boy I could
watch it with him, but it had to remain our little secret!  I promised to
keep it a secret, so he put the DVD in the machine.

	When the screen came to life it was a girl that could hardly have
been 18- years-old, but was probably much younger, seducing a boy that was
so young that he didn't even have pubic hair above his little penis.  I
suspected that he was no older than my brother Oscar.  I couldn't believe
what we were watching.  I didn't realize at the time that what I was
watching was illegal porn.  My uncle was telling me that he liked to watch
this one because the boy reminded him of me, and he liked watching the boy
fucking the girl.  The girl really seemed to like being fucked by the boy,
even if his penis wasn't very big.

	One thing led to another, and he told me I deserved to be made to
feel as good as her.  He started wanking his own cock through his shorts.
Then he pulled his cock out of his shorts, and placed his hand on the back
of my neck to pull my head down into his lap.  There were no questions or
anything said.  He just fucked my face until he was satisfied.  He stopped
short of cumming in my mouth.  He stripped off my clothes and began toying
with my penis, and fingering my arse.  He didn't say anything, didn't ask,
just started fucking my hole with his fingers.  I was crying because it
hurt so much.

	Uncle Jesse was quite nasty the way he told me to grow up and not
cry like a baby.  He told me, "Your little brother wouldn't cry!  He would
take it like a man!"

	That shut me up.  It took some time for the full impact of his
statement to sink in.  I had never thought about my uncle fucking my little
brother before.

	He smacked my arse a couple of times when I tried to pull away.  He
told me, "You have been begging me for this for years...even if you hadn't
actually said it!"

	He laid me on the sofa in a position so that I could watch the
porn, stuffed a pillow under my hips and humped my asshole until it was
raw.  His cock was very big, just stretching my asshole enough to
accommodate his cock, but it tore the tissue, causing my anus to bleed.  He
had prepared for such an event by placing a towel under me.  I bit down
hard on the sofa cushion to keep from screaming in pain.

	I guess part of me really loved what he was doing to me, and
calling mea beautiful, hot and sexy boy made me feel good.  When he dropped
in words like slut and bitch, the naughty words made me feel horny.  I was
allowed to watch the end of the porn video, while his cock went limp in my
asshole.

	Later I sat on his lap, as my uncle was still clothed, while I was
naked.  He fondled my organ until I blew a weak, watery load of cum all
over his hand and my own tummy.  He sent me to bed with a kiss, and told me
one last time how special I was.

	That night I lay in my bed, jerking off while thinking about my
uncle fucking Oscar.  I wanted to watch them doing it while Uncle Jesse
made all of those nasty comments.  I also wanted to fuck my little brother
while our uncle watched us.



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