Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2008 22:27:06 +0100
From: headmanray <headmanray@btconnect.com>
Subject: My Two Uncles 2

This was how it was with two uncles of mine when I was a young boy.  They
didn't corrupt me, I knew I liked older men and so for me what was more
natural than two males enjoying each others company.  If sexual
relationships between a boy and his uncles offend you then this is not a
story for you. All parts written took place over a period of time but for
the sake of continuity I have compressed the period for easier, and I hope
more enjoyable, reading.  Even though I am much older now and attitudes
have changed I remember these two men fondly.


 End of Part 1


When I turned around he would lay back in the arm chair and watch me look
at the bulge in his trousers.  I was always fascinated how it moved and
always looked so big, and then he would say "Go on.  Take it out.  You know
you want to.  Let me see what you can do with it."


Part 2

As he was sat in the arm chair it was always easier for me to get on my
knees to open his zip and it always felt like I was opening a very special
present that was for me!  That's quite funny now I think of it but that was
how I felt.  Of course now I realise this was all part of what my uncle
enjoyed but yes, I enjoyed it too.  He never helped me at all, I had to
unzip and undo the top button to open the front of his trousers which only
ever exposed his boxer shorts with his swollen cock under the cotton.  I
would put one hand inside his shorts and with the other I would try to hold
the front open as I started to pull his length through the open fly.
Remember I was only about 13 at the time so of course a man cock was huge
to me and I could just about get my hand around it but my fingers wouldn't
reach all the way around it.  Sometimes he was only semi hard when I first
touched it but by the time I got it pulled out he was always hard.  I'd
look at him and then at his cock and I could tell from his expression if I
was holding him right and he was liking what I was doing.  I'd stroke his
cock for a while, unlike me he was circumcised, and I well remember he
always used to quickly have a pearl of pre-cum appear at the slit of his
cock and he would touch it and massage it over the tipper.

He liked me to rub my finger over the slit and when I did he would leak a
lot and tell me to rub it gently all over all the head.  He really enjoyed
that but would tell me to stop after a while, I realise now he didn't want
to cum too fast, and would tell me to take his balls out of his shorts too.
I was always fascinated by his balls as they were big and hairless!  Of
course he shaved them but I didn't know this, I just thought he didn't grow
any hair there!  He liked me to hold his balls in my hands, and I can
remember as if it were yesterday, they were always hot and felt heavy.  He
would always encourage me to hold them and then hold one at a time and to
feel them with my fingers.

After playing with his balls and holding his cock for a while he would just
stand up and I would pull down his trousers and then his boxers.  He would
sit back down and I would then pull them off from his ankles and lay them
to one side.  Of course in looking back he could always say I had undressed
him which of course was true, he hadn't done anything to me, but I wasn't
about to tell anyone anyhow!  With his trousers and boxers off now he would
stand up and of course as I was still on my knees he would be standing
almost over me.  I remember the first time he did this at his home and as I
looked up at him he looked down at me and said "Lick my balls and make then
wet".  It wasn't too easy the first time but I managed it and then he told
me "Take one in your mouth and suck it gently and then let me feel you take
the other" As I said his balls were big but I opened my mouth wide and
managed to get one in my mouth and roll my tongue over it.  It felt strange
and yet it was good at the same time.  I heard him groaning as I let it
slip from my mouth and then took the other to give it the same treatment.
I only sucked it for a little while as my mouth was full and when I let it
slip out from my mouth he told me "You are a natural. Now suck on my cock
will you"

I moved to get in front of him and as I did he pushed his balls into my
face and let this cock rub over my face and forehead.  My face suddenly
felt sticky and as he move back a little I saw his cockhead was shiny and
some of the shaft and of course this was pre-cum!  I opened my mouth and he
just rested the tip of his cock on my lips and I moved over him.  I heard
him groan and that excited me as I knew I was being good to him.  He never
pressed in against me to make me choke or anything, he always left me to
try and take as much as I could and eventually he would say "Lets go to my
bed and let me feel you".

I always hated that part as it meant we had to stop while we walked to his
bedroom.  He would pull back the covers and lift me up and place me on the
bed.  He would stand by the bedside for a moment and look down at me and
say something like he was lucky to have me as his special boy or tell me I
had a lovely cock that was made to be sucked and would then lay down on the
bed by my side.  He would give me a cuddle and French kiss me, I loved his
tongue in my mouth it felt like a cock while at the same time his real cock
rubbed against me.  Fantastic!  At the start he would just cuddle me and
put his hard cock between my legs and my cock was trapped between us.  That
always felt good and I could feel his cock throbbing hard under me.  He
would suck on my cock and the first time he did this and I knew I was
cumming I tried to pull away but he held me against his mouth and of course
I cum in his mouth.  I told him it felt fantastic and he told me it was
pure and if I wanted to be strong I should swallow his.  Of course I was
not too sure about this but as he said, he had done it for me so now it was
my turn to do it for him.  That first time at the club I never knew a man
could have so much cum!  I was licking his knob and suddenly my mouth was
filled with his sweet cum!  He just said "Keep swallowing son" and so I
did.  When he took his wet sticky cock out of my mouth he wiped it over my
lips and moved down to French kiss me again.  Of course after this and with
him telling me his spunk would make me strong I was always ready to suck
his cock.  I don't know how many weeks we did this but when we were on his
bed one day he asked me if I had ever played with my hole.  Of course I had
but I was embarrassed to admit it but he said that he did when he was a boy
and there was nothing wrong in it and so I admitted I had.  He asked me if
it felt good and when I said yes I liked it he told me how much better it
could feel when someone else did it for you and he would teach me.

He put two pillows in the middle of the bed and told me to lay over them
with my ass in the air and he would show me how good it could feel.  As I
lay over the pillows he told me to spread my legs wide and pulled my hard
cock down between my legs so that it was against the pillows and he could
see it.  I didn't know what to expect and was a little afraid but I knew I
was safe with him.  I felt him move on the bed and get between my spread
open legs and then his hands stared to stroke my ass.  That felt good and
helped me relax but then I heard him spit and then he started to move his
fingers down through the crack in my ass making it wet.  I must have tensed
up as he told me to relax and everything was OK, and he held my little cock
again which made me feel good and then he rubbed his finger tip against the
lips of my hole.  I heard him spit again and my hole felt wet and his
finger felt really good now.  All the time he was saying to me to relax and
I was being a good boy and asking me did it feel good and I told him it
was.  He made it so easy in a way and before I knew it his finger was
inside me and his finger tip seems to hit a spot inside me that really DID
make me feel like I have never felt before.  He knew what he was doing of
course and he asked me if I would like to feel even better.  I didn't want
him to stop and said yes and felt him move up towards me and his hands held
onto my hips.  I felt something hard at my hole and knew what he was going
to do and tensed up.  I told him he was so big and asked him not to put it
in me but he told me to relax and he would only give me a little bit of his
cock.  That made things better and so I relaxed and felt the head move into
me.  It hurt a lot and yet it felt good at the same time but trying to
relax was not easy.  He stopped moving in but didn't take his cock out, and
just told me to take some deep breath and to relax some more.  As I took a
breath he moved in more and I told him "No more Uncle. Please" It was
really hurting and my hole felt full and stretched.  He said "OK ,but just
let me move a little.  Your hole is so tight it feel beautiful" I agreed
with him that he could move and now as I relaxed it did feel easier, and
good.

I don't know how long he kept moving for and at one point he held my cock
and said as it was hard he knew I was enjoying it.  He kept moving in short
thrusts and I felt comfortable until I heard him groaning and suddenly he
pushed in hard against me.

I tried to wriggle away but I was trapped under him and full of his hard
cock.  It hurt a lot but with the hurt I felt really good too and felt his
cock throbbing inside me and knew he had given me the entire length!  He
held my cock and gave it a few pulls and I cum in his hand! He lay on top
of me for a little while and kissed my neck ad then his cock slipped from
out of my hole.  I felt different somehow and when he told me I had been a
good boy and made him feel good and he knew I had enjoyed it too I was
happy and knew he was right. It had hurt but yes I had enjoyed it.

When I left his home that day he gave me a hug and told me I was special
and that what we had done was our special secret, and I remember riding my
bicycle home thinking about what had happened to me and proud of myself
that I had taken his cock in my hole and how good it had all felt.

Of course there were many other times after that but that first time was
rather special.


Shall I continue and tell you about my other Uncle, Uncle Bert?  He was a
very different man but maybe I have said enough already? Your comments are
welcome if you want to get back to me e-mail me at headmanray@btconnect.com