Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2008 14:21:53 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: My Uncle Brought Me Out (gay/ioncest, b/M)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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               My Uncle Brought Me Out
                       By
                      Wolf

	Some women should not have children.  It was a
wonder my mother managed to stay clean long enough
to give birth to a healthy boy.  My family lived in
Stockton, California.  That is right in the heat of the
San Joaquin Valley.  It is an inland sea port in the
middle of one of the richest farm communities.
Agricultural products are shipped out of the ports all
over the world but there is a squalid side of a port
city.  There are more bars than gas stations and
drugs are reality cheep.  My mother was a junkie and
vanished shortly after I was born.

	My father came from a family that had moved
to California during the "Great Depression" as a
result of the dust bowl blowing away the top soil from
the mid-west.  His family came to the central valley in
hopes of finding a better life.  It took a couple of
generations for his family to achieve some moderate
success.  The area eventually became heavily
populated by Arkies, Okies and Texans.  The accents
persist to this day.  My father and his brother were
"The Grapes of Wrath" descendants of that flood of
refugees John Steinbeck wrote about in his book.

	All of children in the family look like their
heads are were dusted with corn-silk.  A family
gathering looks like a collection of post office wanted
posters of Irishmen.  My father managed to make a
living working hard on the docks, at lest the docks
are containerized and mechanized.  He worked
rotating shifts which made it hard for him to be a
single parent.  His brother was called upon to live
with him to help raise me.

	My uncle Jerry is a tall skinny man with darker
hair.  He was an unemployed electrician.  My earliest
memories were of my uncle giving me bathes in the
kitchen sink.  He had a way of making me feel good by
playing with my penis.  He always made a joke out of
it when I would be sitting on the rim of the sink and
while he was playing with me I would start peeing.  It
would make a yellow arc before splashing in the bath
water.  He would rub my butt-hole too.  When I was
too big to bath in the sink he would bath me in the
bathroom tub.

	Uncle Jerry would undress too and get in the
water and then have me sit between his legs and wash
me.  He would play with my penis and make it very
hard and he would make sure to clean by butt-hole
with a soapy finger by sticking it inside me and
wiggling it around.  After the bath he would dry my
body and make sure my penis was hard before he
would suck on it.

	Before my mouth was large enough to take his
penis in my mouth he would let me lick his cock all I
wanted.  The first time I licked his cock until he
squirted cum all over my face was a shock but I liked
the idea that I had pleased him that much.

	He would allow me to run around the house
naked all of the time.  He would take off his clothes
and watch me play with myself.  He would jack-off in
a glass and then water it down a little and have me
drink it.  By the time my mouth was big enough to get
his cock in my mouth I would swallow his cum without
being asked.  Whenever he would cum he would
French kiss me.  We did it so much I thought it was
normal to stick your tongue in the other person's
mouth when you kissed them.

	My dad would get irritated when I tried to
French kiss him.  Uncle Jerry had to tell me, "French
kissing that was only our way of kissing.  I should not
kiss other people that way."

	Uncle Jerry would also have me sit on his face
so that he could stick his tongue up my butt-hole for
long periods of time while I watched cartoons on the
television.  Jerry would also lubricate my asshole and
stick his finger in me and rub me for a long time.  He
would try and stick his cock in my butt-hole too.  It
hurt too much.  He would stop and finger-fuck me
instead.  By the time I was old enough to go to school
he managed to get his cock in my ass and fuck me.

	There were times my dad would have to go to
San Francisco or Los Angeles on business that was
when Jerry would have friends over.  They would have
me do a little striptease dance on a table in front of
them.  I liked the way they felt my body and played
with my little boner and probed my butt-hole.  They
would lounge around naked and jack-off while drinking
beer.  When they were ready to cum they would stick
their knobs in my mouth and squirt their cum down my
throat.

	As I got older Jerry would have me bring my
classmates home to play with.  We would have a little
boy orgy.  We would take off our clothes and play
with each other.  Jerry would encourage us to suck
each other and play with each other's assholes.  Jerry
would demonstrate to them how to fuck ass by
fucking me.  It would be strange to see them at
school the next day.  Some would never talk to me
again but some would ask me when they could come
over again.  Those were the ones Jerry would
eventually stretch their assholes enough to fuck
them too.

	It all ended when one of my older female
cousins came over and caught us.  We had a younger
boy there.  The boy and I were sucking cock with him
on top.  Jerry was fucking the boy in the ass.  My
cousin had a fit and she called the police.  Uncle
Jerry was jailed for contributing to the delinquency
of minors and he was sent to prison as a child
molester.

	I was sent juvenile hall until I was 18.  I was
sent there for seducing boys.  What a joke that was.
The school as they called it had the boys segregated
by age.  The younger ones had chain link fence
separating them from the older boys.  The teenagers
would stick their cocks through the fence so the
younger ones could suck them off.  The first time I
had to see the warden I found out what I was there
for.  He like blonds he would have me strip in front of
him.  He would have me open his pants and give him a
blowjob.  On weekends the warden would arrange
some entertainment for friends by having some of
the pre-teens in and have some teenagers like me so
the old men could watch us strip the younger boys
and have sex with them.  When the old men were
excited they would have us suck them off and fuck
our asses.  Talk about a horny boys dream I was
fucking young boys almost daily.  I also had more
adult cock that a high priced whore.  When I was
released I almost cried.  My records were sealed and
he had a high school diploma in hand.

	For the past five years I have been driving
myself crazy for the want of young boys.




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