Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 22:59:33 -0500 From: arihammer1@aol.com Subject: Sharing a Room with Uncle Dave Part 1 This is a true story of my first experience with my Uncle Dave. This is my first time writing down my story. I was always fascinated with the male body as a young child. I remember seeing my father's uncircumcised cock when I was about 5 or 6 years old. It was huge and odd looking compared to my small and circumcised penis. After that I would take every advantage to take a peak at it. This story takes place about four years later when I was 9 years old. I was an average 9 years old shy and skinny kid with shaggy brown hair and dark brown eyes. I usually kept to myself and played with my 8 years old sister at times. My father was not around much while I was growing up due to his job, and my mother let us do whatever as long as we were not too noisy. That meant that I usually did what I wanted around the house as long as I didn't make much noise or tease my sister. In 1982 my mother's 21 years old brother (Uncle Dave) came to live in our small house in Chicago. He had dropped out of high school and my grandmother thought it might be a good idea if my father and mother helped him find a job. I guess grandma was tired of supporting him. My mother thought it was a great idea because she missed much of her family who lived in Texas. Our house only had 3 bedrooms, which meant that my uncle was to sleep in my room until he got a place of his own. I was fascinated immediately with him. He was quite handsome and a lot of dark hair and a dark moustache and beard. He was arranging things in the bedroom when I first saw him without a shirt. I had earlier heard my mother refer to him as a gorilla, and now I understood why? He had dark furry hair all over his chest. I remember being shocked because my father was not hairy at all. That day he never put on a shirt back on, not even at dinner. I remember my mother commenting about all of his dark hair and calling him a gorilla again. My bedtime was around 8:00 at the time, and I was startled out of my sleep by my uncle making all kinds of noise. I guess I was not used to anyone in my room while I was sleeping. I sat up and just watched without saying a word because I was so shy. He was taking these magazines out of his suitcase and looking at them. He then placed them in the drawer of the nightstand, and when they wouldn't all fit in there he placed the rest under the bed. We were not a nudist family, but we still walked around the house in our underwear and slept in our underwear. Uncle Dave was no different. He crawled into bed in his underwear, and began looking at a magazine. My eyes must of shot out of my head when I saw what he was looking at. It was men and women having sex! Well, I was rather shy, but a very observant kid and had heard my older cousins talking about sex, not too mention older kids talking on the school bus. One older kid named Scott would push my head into his lap and make sucking noises with his mouth at the same time. He seemed to do this to me often, and I would get that nervous fuzzy feeling in my stomach when he did it. Needless to say, I never resisted to this humiliation and secretly wanted more. I remember sticking my tongue out and touching the crotch of his pants when he did it one time. I guess I was just naturally curious about sex. Anyway, Uncle Dave noticed me looking at the magazine, and said to never let my mother catch me looking at them. He lied there looking at his magazine for quite some time. He then turned out the light, snuggled up against me while rubbing his feet on my legs and feet and then he would fall asleep. I always woke up with my uncle spooning me in the morning. I remember loving the feeling of waking up with him and not wanting to move because I didn't want to wake him up. I also remember his hard cock pressing against me many times during the night and in the morning. I always had that fuzzy feeling in my stomach during those times. Weeks passed, and his ritual was always the same at night. He came in making a lot of noise and looked at his porn magazines. Sometimes I would wake up and sometimes I didn't wake up. After a few weeks he asked me if I wanted to look at one. Well, of course I had already sneaked many peaks at them while I was alone in the bedroom. I said yes, and we began looking at one together. While turning the pages he squeezed up against me and made comments about what I was looking at. He said things like, "She has a tight pussy." "I would love to rub my dick between her tits." "Her pussy is shaved!" "He has a huge dick." "Look at those huge balls." I would listen in fascination to his comments. I'm not quite sure how much long we looking at the magazine, but while looking at the magazine he started rubbing my legs with his hands. I was used to his feet rubbing up against my legs, but not his hands. I was frozen and not sure what to think, so I just pretended to not notice it. He then started to rub my little hard cock through my underwear. Again, I was frozen! He asked me, "Do you like looking at those pictures?" I just nodded yes to him. He then asked me, "Do they make your dick hard when you look at them?" I nodded yes again to him. He then said "My dick gets hard when I look at them too." He suddenly asked me, "Would like to see what mine looks like hard." I nodded yes. He must have wanted me to say it, because he said to me, "I can't hear you." I then softly said, "Yes." He suddenly pulled down the covers, and to my amazement I saw his white briefs completely stretched out from his hard dick. Uncle Dave then pulled down his underwear and there it was. Huge and hairy! I remember seeing so much hair and his dick was so big. My eyes were as big as saucers. He was already jerking on it and told me how jerking on it, made it feel really good. He then pulled down my underwear and was feeling my dick with his bare hands. I had that funny feeling in my stomach that I still remember to this day. His huge hand was rubbing my small dick and balls and I was really enjoying his touch. It was the first time someone was touching my dick that way. By this time I had abandoned my magazine because the new show was far better. Uncle Dave then asked me if I could do him a favor. Timidly, I said yes, he then took my hand and put it on his dick. I couldn't believe this was happening. I felt nervous, confused, and obviously aroused. He put his hand over mine and told me to rub it up and down like this. I willingly complied wanting to please him. He then began kissing my ear and neck and kept telling me to continue jerking him. His moustache and beard were so rough, but I did not say anything to him about it. Even though I was a little confused, nervous, and aroused I didn't ever say anything about his moustache and beard because I didn't wan him to stop. During all this he kept quietly moaning and kissing my neck. I remember him rubbing his feet against my feet the whole time. I still love feet to this day and can still picture his feet today. His dick was so big and angry looking. He kept telling me not to quit and change hands if I got tired. I remember his balls continuously moving while I jerked his dick. All of a sudden, I heard a deep moan and white warm stuff came out of his dick. I had no idea anything like that could happen. Yes, I had heard my older cousins talking about cum, but really didn't understand it. Uncle Dave just lied against me breathing hard. I had cum all over my hand and it had started to cool. He then wiped some with his finger and put it in his mouth. He did it again and put it up to my mouth. He must have seen that I was a little hesitant and told me it was supposed to be eaten. I remember not really liking it, but not wanting to say anything to him about it. He kept scooping it up and we took turns eating it until most of it was gone. He used his underwear to wipe up the rest, pulled the covers up, and then snuggled up to me. He asked me if I like what we did, I nodded yes. Again he told me he couldn't hear me and I told him, "Yes, I liked it." Uncle Dave then told me how it was our secret and as long as I didn't tell anyone we could do it again. I remember that he fell asleep snuggled up against me with his feet on mine that night like most nights. I did not fall asleep right away because my mind was obviously racing with thoughts of what had happened.