Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2003 20:14:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alan Knight <moonspender2@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Sharing My Bed' (Moonspender) (incest) (M/t), (spank, oral, anal)

(Usual disclaimers apply).

I was that rare breed - a 16-year-old schoolboy
of the 1950s who had escaped corporal punishment.
The cane was intended as a deterrent and, in my
case, it worked. In changing rooms, the other
lads proudly showed off their taut, firm
buttocks, wearing their stripes like badges of
honour. I shivered with fear and vowed never to
be beaten like they had.

I trudged home after school. My mother made her
usual fuss when I walked in the door. Dad had
been killed in the battle for Crete and I was all
she had to remind her of him.

"Son", she said, "Your Uncle Danny is coming to
stay for a few days". She sounded excited, almost
girlish. I noticed she was wearing fresh
lipstick.

"So"? I queried, not bothering to look up from my
homework.

"Well, he IS I mean WAS your father's only
brother. It'll only be for a few days. Danny will
be nice company for .. you".

"You mean .."

"Can't have him sleeping in the bath, can we?"
Mum looked at me. "Not when there's a double bed
in your room".

So that was it! I was going to have to give up
half my bed for some stranger I'd never met.

"Now be a good boy and don't make a fuss".

An hour later we stood together on the platform
at the railway station. The steam engine arrived
with a hiss and a roar. I stood well back, scared
of the noise. A few people got out of the
carriages.

"Danny!" Mum shouted.

A tall, well-built man, not yet 30, came over to
us.

"Maisie?"

Mum nodded, her eyes sparking. My uncle threw his
arms around Mum and gave her a big sloppy kiss.
Grown-ups!

"And this must be Alexander?" Uncle Danny turned
his attentions to me. I held out my hand and he
held it in a vise-like grip. We shook hands like
gentlemen.

I had never seen Mum so excited. She simpered
over Uncle Danny all the way home. I guess my
nose was out of joint because I was usually the
centre of Mum's attention. That night, when I
announced that I was going to bed Mum just said:
"That's nice, dear".

Uncle Danny looked at me through his smouldering
blue eyes. "Yes, son. Get the bed nice and warm.
I'll be there in a minute". Mum giggled.

I took myself off to the bedroom and got
undressed. I pulled on my cotton pyjamas and slid
into bed. My uncle didn't wake me coming to bed
which was considerate of him.

The next morning I woke with a start. Uncle
Danny, propped up on one elbow, was looking at
me.

"Good morning, son".

"M-morning", I stammered, still half asleep.

"Something smells good".

I was aware of the smell of bacon wafting from
the kitchen.

"Yes. We'd better get up".

My uncle got out of bed and stretched. All he had
on was a pair of underpants. He started looking
in his suitcase. I looked at the tautly defined
outline of his masculine buttocks. He half turned
and I saw his slack, uncut penis hanging out of
his unbuttoned flies. He made no attempt to cover
his impressive manhood.

"Shake a leg, son. Your breakfast will be getting
cold".

So, I crawled out of bed and quickly got out of
my pyjamas and into my day clothes. He finished
dressing and we went to breakfast.

It was a Saturday. Now I have to be honest and
say that all the weekend I behaved like a spoilt
little brat. I was jealous of the attention my
mother was giving Uncle Danny. Things came to a
head when I threw a tantrum over setting the
table for dinner which we had at midday on
Sundays. Mum burst into tears and rushed from the
room.

"What did you do that for?" my uncle said,
angrily.

Eventually, Mum came back into the kitchen. She
still looked upset. My uncle had set the table.

"If my brother or I had pulled a stunt like that
when we were Alexander's age, we'd have had
trouble sitting down for a week". He glared at
me. "Now, apologise to your mother".

Mutinously I shook my head.

We sat down and Mum put the hot food on the
table.

"I think you're right", Mum said, sadly. "It is
difficult bringing a boy up on your own. Teaching
him right from wrong. Difficult". She sniffed.

"There's nothing 'difficult' about giving a boy a
sore backside - one he'd not forget in a while".

I helped myself to a big helping of casserole.

"Guests, first", Mum said reproachfully. I
ignored her.

"Danny, I'd be grateful if you would p-punish
Alexander for me", Mum said.

Traitor! Suddenly, I wasn't hungry any more.

In the early afternoon my uncle decided he wanted
to walk off the effects of the dinner and asked
me to accompany him. I obeyed with a bad grace.
As we walked along the familiar street he told me
something of himself. He was very knowledgeable
about everyday things and encouraged me to talk
about them. I felt my resentment disappear only
to be replaced by a hot flush of shame at the
trouble I had caused.

"Is that your school?" he asked.

"Yes", I replied.

He spotted a caretaker working in the grounds and
called out to him. The drains were blocked and
the caretaker was hot and bothered.

"I'm in the trade. A drain-layer", my uncle
shouted. "Might be able to help".

We walked through the gates and went over to the
caretaker. My uncle removed his jacket and got to
work. He certainly knew a thing or two about
drains and soon had them unblocked. The caretaker
was most grateful.

"Think nothing of it", Uncle Danny told him,
washing his hands under a tap. "You might be able
to do me a favour in return. I have promised my
nephew a beating and the school seems to be the
perfect place for it." He tapped his nose. "No
women".

The caretaker chuckled his understanding. "Very
true. Women don't understand about boys and what
needs to be done to their backsides. I'll let you
in the front door. Close it behind you when you
leave".

I followed my uncle into the school and he took
me into a classroom. My stomach turned to ice
when I saw him lift a cane off the blackboard
ledge and flick it through the air.

"Shorts and underpants down, son. Then bend over
a desk".

I obeyed him. When I was in position, Uncle Danny
pushed my shirt-tails clear, exposing my small
buttocks.

"This is the penalty for being abominably rude to
your mother", he said softly. "When it is done
the slate will be wiped clean".

There was a rush of air and the stick whacked
meatily into my quivering mounds. I shuddered and
yelled as a burning brand was imprinted into my
rump. Just as the hurt was reaching its peak the
next stroke landed. I yelled again and tears
flooded my face.

Time had no meaning. All I could think about was
the fierce hurt my uncle was deliberately
inflicting on my bare bottom. I yelled after each
hard stroke. The beating seemed to last forever
but probably took less than a minute to execute.
I was also aware that, surprisingly, my penis was
hard.

"That's it, son", said my uncle. "Now you've got
six fat sausages on your bum."

Slowly I stood upright. My uncle caught sight of
my erection and whistled.

"SEVEN fat sausages", he said, softly.

To my great surprise, Uncle Danny dropped to his
knees. His tongue licked the shaft of my swollen
member and then he took it in his mouth! I, who
had no idea about such things was in raptures.
His tongue caressed my glans in that warm, moist
chamber that was is his mouth. I felt his fingers
on my scorched buttocks. One finger pressed hard
against my virgin hole and then penetrated me.

Pain and pleasure were a heady combination and I
surrendered totally to the sensations which
engulfed my fiery bottom and hard, throbbing
penis. His finger deftly explored my chute while
his tongue worked its magic.

"I'm going to spunk!" I shouted. When I did he
swallowed every drop.

I got dressed again feeling relaxed. My bottom
still hurt like hell but the wonderful sensual
feeling lingered.

We let ourselves out of the school buildings and
returned home. I apologised to my mother and made
a point of being nice to Uncle Danny. The tension
and upset I had caused, vanished.

I slept on my tummy that night.

The next day at school while we were changing for
P.T. I showed off my bum.

"About time", one burly youth exclaimed while
having a good feel of my orbs. His own backside
was no stranger to the cane. But, the other boys
were more impressed. I felt like I had joined an
exclusive club.

That night I was still awake when my uncle came
to bed.

"Still lying on your side", he observed.

"Uh huh". I wriggled, trying to get comfortable.
"Uncle Danny where did you learn to do that
..thing.. with your mouth".

He chuckled. "When I was younger than you, son".

My uncle pulled me to him. I nestled back.
Drowsily, I had a feeling like I was moving my
bowels. Confused, I wondered about the alien
sensation. A hot, bloated object had entered my
bottom-hole and was pushing further into my
chute.

"Relax, Alexander", my uncle said soothingly. "I
just want to give your tight little bum a good
seeing-to".

My sorely-stretched sphincter protested at the
intrusion but then his member reached my love-nut
and the pain turned to sensual pleasure. He
started thrusting with some force, turning me
onto my stomach as he did so. I was joined to my
uncle in the most intimate, indecent way
possible. His nuts brushed against bum-cheeks
stil swollen from the caning. I whimpered at the
furious onslaught of his big piston rod moving
inside my chute.

"Push your bum up, son. Take your first fucking
like a man".

Somehow I managed to get onto my knees. His big
weapon ploughed even deeper.

"That's it son. Let me right up you".

I could feel his warm breath on my neck. The pain
had dwindled but I was still trying to get my
brain around the fact that Uncle Danny's hot
thick cock was fucking my arse. How could
something as big as my uncle's cock get inside my
small bung-hole anyway? Eventually, I gave up
trying to rationalise the situation and gave in
to the overwhelming sensations.

The relentless pounding continued, the hard
thrusts of a primal act that was as old as man
himself. I was simply a receptacle of Uncle
Danny's lust. My penis remained slack throughout.
The cane weals began throbbing painfully and the
fucking was uncomfortable, to say the least.

I think he guessed my distress because he paused,
allowing the thick mushroomed shape head of his
penis to lodge against my love-nut. This gave me
a pleasurable respite but then he started fucking
me again, hard. I squeezed the muscles of my
sphincter around his warm, pulsating shaft. He
spanked my sore bum hard with his hand.

"Not yet, son", he panted.

And so it continued. The slap of his belly
against my nether regions. I bit down hard on a
pillow to stop from crying out. In my mind I was
over that school desk again, feeling the cane he
had used so effectively to light a forest fire in
my behind. My cock stirred and hardened at the
thought of it. Each excrutiating thrust of his
cock was like a fresh cut of the cane and he
grunted, just as he had when wielding the stick.

My uncle reached down and grasped my cock in his
big hand. He tugged it in time with the fucking
until I shot my load into his palm.

Then he groaned and I felt load after load of his
hot spunk spray the walls of my tunnel. I went to
sleep, cradled in his arms.

Of course Uncle Danny often came to visit us
after that. Mum had designs on him and he flirted
with her outrageously. However it was only in my
bed that he consumated his true passion. I grew
to tolerate him fucking me hard and eventually
came to love him for it.

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