Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2003 20:37:39 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Skipped by Santa

			     SKIPPED BY SANTA
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     "Boy! It's really coming down out there." I said, looking out the
window of Uncle Jack's cabin that Christmas Eve, and up at the
sky. "There's going to be a lot of snow this Christmas." Dusk was getting
heavy, but you could still see the snow falling, like black clumps out of a
deep gray sky, it was like they appeared out of nowhere.
     Uncle Jack was listening to the television, which had interrupted the
Christmas show for a weather forecast, which was why I was looking out the
window. He had to pay attention to the weather; he lived way up the side of
a mountain and he got snowed in sometimes in winter.
     "Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of." Uncle Jack said.
     "What do you mean?" I asked. "So Mom and Dad may not make it for
Christmas morning?"
     Uncle Jack looked at me. "Tim, I'm not even sure Santa Claus can make
it this Christmas." he said.
     "What?" I scoffed. "Don't be silly! Santa Claus doesn't get stopped by
a little snow. It's going to be a great Christmas, I just know it." I said.
     "It's not a little snow this Christmas, it's a lot of snow." Uncle
Jack said. "Santa Claus may not know you're up here with me this Christmas
until it's too late. He might have to leave your presents at your house
instead."
     Being six years old is a funny time. You're old enough to figure
things out, but people don't think you're old enough to figure them
out. Like Mom and Dad. They had brought me up here four days ago when
school let out for Christmas break to stay with Uncle Jack while they went
back home to spend some time together. They explained it to me that they
had to do a lot of work, and I wasn't supposed to know that they were
fighting a lot and wanted to spend some time alone together so they could
try to work things out.
     Being the only child of parents who are about to break up (something
else I wasn't supposed to know) has its advantages; I could (and did) play
on their feelings of guilt mercilessly to get whatever I wanted. Like the
bicycle I wanted for Christmas, which they had promised that Santa would
bring me.
     Santa! At six, you're still supposed to believe in Santa! Well, I
still pretended to believe (they might decide to not give you any presents
if they find out you don't believe, you know), but I had made sure Daddy
was close by when I sat on Santa's lap and told him I wanted a bicycle for
Christmas. Even looked over to make sure he got it. He had. So as I had
said to Uncle Jack, this was going to be a great Christmas.
     But this was confusing me. Santa might not make it? Santa always made
it! Santa was Mom and Dad and both of them knew I wanted a bike for
Christmas! "Santa may have to leave it at my house?" I said. "Why would he
do that?"
     "Because it's snowing so hard." Uncle Jack said. He was trying to not
spoil the Santa-secret. "I mean, it's snowing so hard that he might be too
busy thinking about the snow to remember that you're really up here for
Christmas, so he might just leave it at your house instead. Along with your
mother and dad, for safekeeping, because of the snow."
     "Is it going to snow that hard?" I asked, looking back out the
window. Uncle Jack always had a lot of snow every year; I had been looking
forward to Christmas at his cabin, so I could play in the snow along with
my new toys.
     I don't want you to think Uncle Jack's cabin was primitive, like those
things they rent to people on vacation or for hunting. He lived here
year-round, so it was a regular one-bedroom house, with a big fireplace and
lots of regular furniture and a cooking stove and furnace to heat the house
when he wasn't burning a fire in the fireplace. But the fire was big and
roaring, and it made the whole house nice and warm. A little too warm,
actually, but fires are like that.
     I went back over to the couch and snuggled up to him. The show was
starting again.
     "Well." I said, trying to be generous. "If Santa wants to leave my
presents at my house, that's okay, I guess. I can get them when I go back
home."
     "We'll have a good Christmas even if Santa doesn't get up here with
your presents." Uncle Jack said. "Your Mom and Dad can bring them if Santa
doesn't."
     "You think Mom and Dad will make it here later tonight?" I asked.
     "I hope so." Uncle Jack said. "We're going to fix up your bedroll in
my bedroom for tonight, so they can rig out the sleeper sofa when they get
here without waking you. Not to mention that Santa needs to bring in and
decorate the tree, too."
     "Okay." I said, snuggling up against his chest some more. It was nice
and soft, Uncle Jack worked construction so his chest muscles were really
big, which made them really soft when you rested your head against it. He
smelled good, too, kind of warm and strong and comforting and natural. Mom
used a lot of perfume and Dad smelled heavily of tobacco and sometimes of
beer, too. But Uncle Jack just smelled...nice. Just like him, really
nice. He'd made me feel very welcome these last four days, just the two of
us, he had helped me build snowmen and took me riding on his snowmobile and
we had snowball fights. It was like having a full-time friend, for he
didn't have to work much in winter-time.
     I thought of something and looked up at him. "Uncle Jack?"
     "Yeah, Tim?" he said. He had a really nice face, kind of serious and
kind of little-boy at the same time. His face had no lines on it, just his
hair, deep brown like mine and Mom's, his eyes were deep brown, too, but
with black lines you could just see, not solid, his cheeks were round
beneath his eyes and sloped softly around his mouth to his chin. His nose
was as neat and its sides slanted just like the roof of a house, his mouth
was soft and clean and his teeth when he smiled--which was often--were
shiny, even and unmarred. Not like Dad's teeth, which were stained brown
from his smoking, and Mom, who had those two teeth missing from when she
was in a car accident about the time I was a year old (I wasn't in the car
then) and she had never gotten them replaced, just left them open and
showing every time she opened her mouth.
     "What are we going to do for Christmas dinner?"
     "Oh, I got everything for Christmas dinner." Uncle Jack said, smiling
broadly.
     "Santa won't have to skip the dinner then?" I said.
     "No." he said and his smile slipped.
     "What are we having?"
     "I bought a turkey and we'll make cornbread dressing and mashed
potatoes and a big, thick chocolate cake. And your mother is going to bring
stuff, too, like candied yams and a salad and ice cream and soda pop."
     "Cool!" I said and meant it. And yawned. "I'm getting sleepy."
     Uncle Jack turned off the television. "Let's get you into bed. Nothing
we can do about the weather no matter how it turns out."
     I sleepily stripped out of my clothes to just my briefs and got into
the sleeping bag. It was cooler in the bedroom but not too cool. With the
sleeping bag, it felt good after a while and I went on to sleep.
     Uncle Jack woke me up in the early morning. "Tim? Tim? It's Christmas
morning."
     I yawned and sat up and he said quickly, "Santa didn't get up here,
and neither did your Mom and Dad. They called to say he left your presents
at your house, and they'd bring them up when they come up later today, if
they can." Uncle Jack was wearing just a pair of pajama bottoms, and I
could see his chest, all thick with hair that made circles around his tits
and a heavy line down to his belly button. I looked at him real good and he
looked at me looking at him, looked down, and I thought I'd better look
away. So I looked out the window, and there was a real blizzard blowing
outside. Made the house sort of dark, no wonder I hadn't wakened until
Uncle Jack came and got me.
     "But Santa did bring me my bike?" I asked him. "Do you know if Santa
brought my bike?"
     "Yes." he said, sure enough that I knew Dad had told him. "Santa left
your bike at your house, it'll be waiting for you when you get home."
     "Cool!" I said.
     "But there's no presents and no tree just now." Uncle Jack said,
worried, as I climbed out of bed. "But for today, until your Mom and Dad
arrive, we'll do whatever you want to, okay?"
     "Okay." I said.
     "So get dressed."
     "No." I said willfully. "If I get to do anything I want, I'm not going
to dress. Not until Mom and Dad get here."
     "Okay." Uncle Jack said.
     "You don't either." I said. "You wear your pajamas like now until they
get here." I looked at his chest again, how wide and strong it was, how his
waist was rippled with muscles like square bumps, making him look really
strong. If he stayed like this, I could look at his chest all I wanted to.
     "Really?" he said. "You want to run around like this all Christmas
Day? Your Mom and Dad probably won't get here until nearly nightfall."
     "Yeah." I said. "All day long."
     "Okay." he smiled and shrugged. "You're the boss today. Whatever you
want to do, we'll do."
     "Yeah." I said. "Let's go start fixing things for Christmas dinner."
     "Okay." he said. "We'll start with breakfast and then we'll make a
cake."
     Breakfast was cold cereal and then he started mixing the cake. A
chocolate cake, my favorite.
     "I want to lick the bowl." I said, and tried to stick my finger into
it. He whacked my hand with the mixing spoon, not hard, but I yelped and
acted like it hurt.
     "Hey, you said I could do whatever I wanted to!" I complained.
     "I didn't mean sticking your dirty fingers into the cake mix." he
said.
     "But I want some." I whined. "You said we could do whatever I wanted,
and I want some cake batter."
     He ran one big finger around the edge of the bowl and extended it to
me, all thick and covered with batter. "Here." he said.
     I took his finger into my mouth and sucked on it. Nice. It was sweet
from the cake batter, of course, but there was something more, something
that I really liked. I kept on sucking on it even when I had it clean,
looked at him with his finger in my mouth kind of walleyed, and his eyes
kind of grew big and his mouth opened a little like he was about to say
something, but he didn't.
     "What?" I asked him.
     "Nothing." he said.
     "Give me some more." I coaxed him. "On your finger for me."
     He lifted up a fat dollop of it just on his fingertip and I caught his
finger in my mouth again and sucked on it and I heard him give a very soft
groan as I tasted his finger, it was like he smelled, all warm and big and
comforting. He kind of shook himself and pulled his finger out.
     "Tastes good." I said.
     "You'll have to get a spoon if you want any more." he said as he began
to whip it really good and fast with the spoon.
     I watched his body as he stirred, how one of his breasts kind of
jiggled like Jell-O when he stirred like that and I wanted to reach out and
feel how that breast jiggled. But he finished before I could figure out a
way to grab hold of him like that and he poured it into two flat round pans
he had greased and floured.
     "You want to put it into the oven?" he asked. "While I make the
cornbread?"
     "Okay." I said.
     When I opened the oven door, which he'd turned on before he had
started mixing, I noticed something. "Uncle Jack? The oven isn't working."
     "What?" he came over and checked it. "Pilot light must have gone out."
he said. He opened the bottom door of the oven and got down on his hands
and knees, looking like a big dog when he did that, and peered
inside. "Yep, the light's out." He got a match and a length of paper and
lay down on his back and I watched his muscles move in slow rhythmic
harmony as he fed that paper back inside the oven to the back near the
wall. He did this for a time and said, "Not lighting. It must be
busted. We'll have to fix things on top of the stove. How am I going to fix
the turkey, though?"
     He got up and turned on the stove's burners. "The entire stove is
busted." He looked at me. "Is it getting colder in here?"
     "Yeah." I admitted. I'd felt cold for a while, but thought it was just
because I hadn't put on anything, was just wearing my briefs.
     He went to the living room where the thermostat was. Fiddled with it,
but the heat didn't turn on. "Shit!" He said, not realizing he'd said
it. "That's what's wrong, the gas lines have frozen solid. Can't clear them
with this blizzard going. We'll have to build up the fire to keep warm
even. And how will I cook anything with no stove?"
     "Build a fire." I said. "We'll be all right. Nice and warm."
     Uncle Jack put some more logs on the fire, which had burned down, and
he poked it until the fire began to build up again from the hot
coals. "Some Christmas this is! No presents, no tree, no parents, now not
even a proper dinner. Shit!" He said, and sat down, thoroughly bummed out.
     I had an idea and went in and got one of the cake tins out of the
oven. Carried it into him in the living room and said, "Can I have this?"
     "Uh?" He looked at me, at it. "Sure, kid, do anything you want to with
it. We can't bake any cakes today."
     "Anything I want to?" I said, to be sure.
     "Sure, it's all yours."
     "Okay, then." I said and I turned the pan up and I dumped it right on
his chest! He yelped in outraged surprise and I giggled. "You look funny."
I said. That thick cake batter was clinging to him and running down his
stomach slowly. "It's getting all over you." And I giggled again.
     He looked down at it and at me, and suddenly he laughed and laughed
nice and loud and said, "Yeah, it sure is."
     I reached out and ran a finger over that batter on his chest and then
stuck it in my mouth. "Tastes good." I said. The hairs on his chest where
I'd run my finger looked funny, all covered with chocolate batter but still
sticking up. Like Uncle Jack was made out of cake batter.
     "You know how it'll taste better?" he asked me.
     "How?"
     "When it's all over you!" he grabbed me and pulled me down onto his
sticky, gooey chest, me on top of him and him lying on the couch, and he
rubbed himself against me, getting me all sticky with the cake batter. I
yelped and squirmed and giggled while those big pecs of his chest rubbed
over my body.
     "Now I'm all sticky." I said when he stopped, our bodies stuck
together.
     "We both are." he said. "Now how are we going to get clean? Take a
shower?"
     "No hot water." he reminded me.
     "Just have to stay messy, then." I said. "Or we can lick each other
clean."
     He got that wide-eyed, open-mouthed look again but this time I didn't
hesitate, I leaned down and licked that cake batter straight off from his
chest. The hairs felt funny under my tongue, the way they'd sort of stripe
my tongue as I ran it over it. "Mmmh." I said. "It tastes even better this
way." I leaned over to his left nipple, which had the cake batter on it and
I got hold of it and sucked at it, ran my tongue around that little button.
     That's when I felt his dick against my leg. All kind of hard and warm
and it felt kind of funny and kind of nice at the same time. I began to
move my body so I could rub against it and Uncle Jack again gave one of
those low moans of his.
     "You like it when I do this?" I asked him and reached down to lick at
his body again while I kept rubbing against his dick.
     "Yeah." he sighed. "Oh, yeah. Feels great."
     "Your dick is hard." I reminded him. "I can feel it against my leg."
     "Yeah." he said.
     "I never felt one that big before. You must have a really big dick,
Uncle Jack."
     "You felt them before?" Uncle Jack was surprised.
     "Just my friends at school." I clarified. "We get in bed at time when
we sleep over and rub each other. You ever do that?"
     "I did when I was little." Uncle Jack agreed.
     "Can I?" I asked him.
     "Can you what?"
     "Can I rub your dick?"
     "Tim, I...." That's as far as he got before I reached down into his
pajamas, all sticky with the cake batter, and down and caught hold of his
dick.
     "Ooh, it is big." I said. "I never felt any dick this big before."
     "Ohh! Ohhh!" Uncle Jack groaned.
     "You like that?" I said as I gripped it nice and tight.
     "Yeah, oh, yeah!" Uncle Jack moaned.
     "Then I want to play with it." I said. "You said we could do anything
I wanted to this Christmas, so I want to play with it." I thought of
something. "You can play with mine, too, if you want to."
     Uncle Jack just looked at me, his big warm eyes all open and
vulnerable and soft as I sat upright and I got those pajama bottoms pulled
down on him, tucked the elastic band under his balls. I couldn't believe
how big his dick was. I'd never seen a grown-up's dick before, but I had no
idea they got this big.
     "Man, I could put both my hands on this!" I said in awe. And I did, I
got hold of his cock with both hands and I pulled up on it and Uncle Jack
let out a loud groan like nothing I'd ever heard before.
     "Ohhh! Oh, baby!" he said as I pulled that thick foreskin up and it
wrinkled and puckered at the top of his glans like a rosebud.
     "You like that?" I asked.
     "Yes, baby, yes." he moaned. "Do it some more."
     "Like this?" I said as I pushed my hand back down and then pulled it
all up again.
     "Ooh, yeah, like that, baby, like that." Uncle Jack coaxed me. "Only
faster."
     I did it again, faster, and again and again and Uncle Jack groaned
every time I pulled it up and down. He was really enjoying this, I could
tell.
     "Wow!" I said, "I never saw anyone groan as much as you do, Uncle
Jack. The guys at school only groan just a little at the end, but you like
every bit of it, don't you?"
     "Oh, yeah!" Uncle Jack groaned. "More, baby, more, please!"
     "I want to see how fast I can do it." I said.
     "Yeah, baby, see how fast you can do it!" He urged me. "Yeah, please!"
     "Okay." I agreed and I began to really move my hands up and down that
thick shaft. Uncle Jack loved it when I did that fast, he was twisting and
moaning like it was just the best thing in the whole world. His eyes were
wide as he looked up at me, his little nephew pumping on his dick, and his
mouth was wide open, then he'd screw his face up all shut and throw his
head back and moan out real loud and fall back and then his eyes would open
up and he'd look at me again, like he couldn't believe I was here and doing
this for him.
     His dick was acting funny, too, it was all warm, really warm, and the
top of it was all gooey with a clear liquid like the glue you buy which
sticks really hard. His body was smelling, too, all thick and musky and a
little salty-smelling, a really thick smell, it was all over the place and
I said, "Well, if you like it this fast, how about this fast." and I really
began to pump on him really hard and fast, so that my hands were a blur on
his cock, and he moaned, moaned, moaned, oh, oh, oh, oh, and then he
groaned out, "UH-UH, GUH-HNNN-KUH!" and that's when everything happened.
     I didn't know what had happened at first. It was like seeing a volcano
erupt, thick globs of white goo sprayed out and all over the place, it
landed on me and on him and on the couch, just flying everywhere, and Uncle
Jack was groaning so loudly I couldn't believe it, only I knew that he was
really liking whatever it was going on and so I kept right on pumping, and
that white stuff sprayed all over both of us and it was hot and sticky and
like the cake batter only it smelled like he'd been smelling only more so,
really thick and musky and Uncle Jack was moaning and gasping and panting
hard.
     And then, suddenly, it was all over, and he wasn't doing anything but
lying there and breathing hard. I kept pumping his dick, but it got soft
pretty quick, so I gave it up. "Gee," I said, "that was great! But what was
all that white stuff? Did it hurt you?"
     He smiled and looked up at me. "No, that didn't hurt me. It's called
come, and yours will do it too when you get older."
     "Will my weinie get as big as yours when I grow up?" I asked him.
     "Maybe." he said.
     "Yours is so big and thick." I said. "I don't see how you keep this
thing in your pants when it gets hard."
     "I try not to get hard when I'm wearing pants." he admitted.
     I giggled. "I bet it really sticks out in front of you when it does."
     "Yeah, it does, sort of."
     "I want to see that." I said.
     "Maybe you will." he promised. "I'll be sure to let you see when it
does."
     I leaned over, saw how the white stuff he'd shot out was sitting on
top of the cake batter in almost separate little pockets it had made for
itself, like it was floating just above it. "You really are a mess." I
said. "Is this white stuff like pee?"
     "No, not at all." He said. "It's salty and sticky but it's not
anything like pee. Some people like the way it tastes, even."
     "Really?" I leaned over and caught one big blob of it which was
nestled in a clump of cake batter and picked it all up in my mouth at
once. Ran that around my mouth. "Hm." I said as I swallowed. "Sweet and
salty."
     "Come is just salty." he pointed out.
     I leaned over and touched my tongue to just a clump of come on his
chest. Tried to lift it off that way but couldn't. I got cake mix with it,
too. "I can't tell what it tastes like." I complained. "I want to see if I
like it."
     "Uh." he looked at himself. "On my arm, there's one with no cake
batter."
     I leaned over and scarfed it off. Licked my lips and smacked
them. "Tastes pretty good." I said. "Tastes like you. I like the way you
taste."
     And I realized one place he wasn't covered in cake batter that had a
lot of his come on it. His dickhead. I scooted back and said, "Ooh, here's
a bunch of it." and I leaned over and pulled that cockhead into my mouth
and sucked on it. Nice and salty, really nice. "Tastes like I'm licking
salty peanuts." I chuckled.
     His cock was getting hard again as I did that. "Wow, Uncle Jack, are
you wanting to do it again?" I asked him. "The guys at school, when they
finish, they want you to just let go and leave them alone."
     "I can go again a little later." He agreed. "But we haven't given you
any fun, and we have to get his cake mix cleaned off us. We're both a
mess."
     I got up off of Uncle Jack and as he sat up I skinned down my
briefs. "Like this, Uncle Jack?" I asked him.
     "Yeah, like that." He said and I stepped up and he surprised me by
taking my dick into his mouth right away. He was using his lips like I used
my fingers! I couldn't believe it, it felt really incredible, and my little
dick got so hard in his warm, wet mouth.
     "Ooh, Uncle Jack!" I groaned. "This feels great!" His head was bobbing
back and forth on my tiny little hard dick, his lips clenched into a small
circle so he could hold it tightly as he did it.
     I didn't last any time at all, you can believe, between having Uncle
Jack sucking me and me watching him suck me, that big, strong body of his,
I watched the muscles on his back as they flexed back and forth and his
lips were velvety smooth, warm and slippery and I quickly hit that tiny
little climax you have at age six, just a sort of tingle that feels really
good and then stops without anything happening at all. Now that I knew it
would be so much better later on, it was almost disappointing how it
felt. I wanted my body to shoot big, hot streams of come into the air, and
splatter all over like Uncle Jack's did.
     "Ooh, oh, oh, okay, Uncle Jack, I'm done." I told him like I told my
friends when they finished me off.
     He stopped and looked up at me. "And that's called sucking cock." he
informed me.
     "Yeah?" I said. "Is it fun?"
     "It sure is." Uncle Jack said. "Especially when you do it with someone
who's doing it for you."
     "I want to suck yours." I said.
     He grinned up at me. "I was hoping you'd say that. Okay, but let's get
cleaned up first. We're both sticky with chocolate cake batter, and it's
starting to itch."
     "Yeah." I said, scratching my cake-mix encrusted body.
     "I'll heat a pan of water over the fire." he said. "Enough to let us
wash ourselves off."
     "Okay." I said and while he fetched a pan of water, I looked
outside. "Boy, it's really snowing out there still." I said when he came
back with the water.
     He got the pan fixed up on a couple of the logs which weren't burning
yet but would hold it level. Then he joined me at the front window. "Yeah,
that's a full blizzard. It must be ruining a lot of kid's holidays. Your
parents can't even try to come here until it stops."
     "Then I hope it keeps going for days and days." I informed Uncle
Jack. "So we can run around naked in here and play with each other's dicks
all the time."
     He laughed and clapped me on the shoulder. "You know what? I wish the
same thing!"
     We used washrags dipped in the warm water on the fire to wash
ourselves off. It was clumsy but it worked well enough. Uncle Jack put a
second pot of water on the fire when the first one started getting warm and
by the time we had sponged ourselves clean with the first one, the second
one was warm enough to let us dip new washrags into it and wipe ourselves
clean of the soap and dirty water.
     "We got some cake batter on the couch." I pointed out.
     "It's an old couch." Uncle Jack said, standing by me. "Don't worry
about it."
     "I won't." I said and grabbed hold of his dick. "You ready now for me
to suck your dick?"
     "Let's go get on the bed." Uncle Jack said.
     Uncle Jack lay on the bed and I crawled up from the foot toward
him. He was smiling at me, with his head resting against the pillows and
headboard, all of his body laid out, clean and inviting. I crawled in
between those thick, sturdy legs of his and I said, "This is the best
Christmas ever, Uncle Jack. And this is the best toy I ever had to play
with, too."
     He laughed at that. "I like your playing with it, too." he
admitted. "I like it a lot."
     "I can tell." I said. "I'll be glad when my body gets all grown up
like yours. Can I play with you then, too?"
     "Sure." He said. "It's yours whenever you want it. Just think of this
as my Christmas present to you."
     "Great!" I said. I stuck my mouth onto that thick, bulbous cockhead
and was amazed again how big Uncle Jack's dick was. I could barely get that
huge apple-sized thing into my mouth! "Mph!" I said as I let go. "It's too
big."
     "Slick it up and it'll go in easier." Uncle Jack advised me, looking
like some big, sleek cat lying there. "Just wet it all down with your
spit."
     I did what he said, licking that big dick of his like an ice cream
cone. Uncle Jack liked that, he smiled and sighed as I did that, slowly
worshiping his cock.
     "That's it, baby." he soothed me as I slathered his cockhead. "Now,
try to take it in nice and slowly. Let your mouth get used to it."
     I did as he said, my mouth now slid over it though it was still a huge
mouthful for me. I got it inside my mouth like putting in a plum whole into
my mouth, and it was sitting there on my tongue like a huge blob. I looked
up at Uncle Jack like that and he said, breathing heavily. "Now, don't try
to take any more of it than you're comfortable with. Just run your lips
back and forth over what you have. That'll do just fine, baby."
     I did, I sort of rocked my lips around the flare of the glans and
Uncle Jack moaned. "Ooh, yeah, that feels great, Tim. Suck your uncle's
dick like that for him. Oh, God, that feels great!"
     I smiled, glad he was liking it and I began to run my lips over it
faster.
     "Oh, baby, oh, baby!" Uncle Jack was moaning.
     I got the idea of grabbing hold of the shaft and I began to pump it
along with my sucking on his cockhead. That took a little while, but I
figured out how to do both of them at once without the foreskin getting
caught on the outside my lips.
     "Ah, oh, God, that's great!" Uncle Jack groaned. "Suck my cock, baby,
suck it for your old Uncle Jack, suck it good!"
     I did, I sucked him a nice, long time. Uncle Jack said later it was
because he had come just a little while before that first time, not because
I was doing it wrong. It was a sweet, long, blissful time for me, tasting
that hard, hot man cock. It tasted like everything I wanted to be when I
grew up, everything I dreamed of becoming. Like tasting concentrated
manhood before I could get it for myself.
     After some time, Uncle Jack breathed out huskily, "I'm going to come
again, baby! Do you want to take it in your mouth?"
     "Mm-hm." I agreed and I began to suck on him as hard as I could and I
pumped his dick as fast as I could and he moaned, gasped, groaned and with
a long, loud roar, he squirted his jizz right into my mouth!
     Hot, hot and salty. I could feel it jetting against the roof of my
mouth, feel it plop down onto my tongue and onto my tonsils. It tasted like
nothing I'd ever had before, and I wanted it forever. It was like drinking
down Uncle Jack, making him a part of me. I felt so special, a part of him
now inside of me. So I swallowed it happily while he groaned and moaned and
when he was quiet again, I crawled up onto that hairy chest of his and I
settled down with my head resting between his breasts and I sighed happily
and he fondled and stroked my hair with one sleepy hand.
     "This has been the best Christmas ever, Uncle Jack." I assured him.
     "For me, too, Tim." Uncle Jack said. "Only with no gas and the
blizzard still going, how are we going to cook that turkey?"
     "Too bad we can't roast it on a stick like a wiener on a campfire." I
said.
     He was silent then said, "Why not? Come on, kid, let's go get
Christmas dinner going. If this works, it'll take all day to cook it."
     He made me laugh while he unwrapped the turkey, saying things like,
"See this bag of stuff. Gizzard and liver. They put it in this flap in the
neck. Most people think that means you're supposed to eat it, but you and
me know better, don't we? Bleagh!"
     He used a spit he had on his barbecue grill and jury rigged up a spit
for the turkey to hang on over and just in front of the fire. It was a
haphazard arrangement, and we had to keep taking it off and turning it
around and getting it set up right, but the turkey was done by
nightfall. Between times, Uncle Jack and I sat on the couch and I held onto
his cock and every time it got hard, I'd play with it or suck on it for
him. He made me come twice more, but it was still just that tingle. Uncle
Jack was still going strong, still spewing come into the air when he came
the fourth time the same as the first. "It's because you're turning me on
so much, baby." He assured me when I asked him. "Get a guy turned on
enough, he'll drown you with the stuff."
     He also used a couple of his heavier iron pots to put in some
vegetables and even tried making the cornbread that way, which worked out
pretty good, actually. The storm stopped about noon and Uncle Jack turned
on the radio and we heard that the snowplows were out. I jerked his cock
for him while he listened, and he said, panting a little. "Your Mom and Dad
will be able to get through about sundown." he said. "You and me had better
think about getting dressed."
     "Later." I assured him. "Let me see you come again. I want you to
shoot it right on my face this time."
     "God, you're such a little horn-dog." Uncle Jack said. "I'm going to
miss you when you go back home tomorrow."
     We heard the car pull up and had plenty of time to run grab our
clothes. Mom and Dad smiled when they saw the setup, and with what they
brought, and my presents except for the bike which they brought me pictures
of, and even the tree which we put up even though it was nearly over
Christmas, we had a pretty good Christmas that night after all.
     Afterwards, Mommy said to Uncle Jack, who was her brother, "Jack,
would you be okay with Tim staying here with you a while longer?"
     "Sure!" I said eagerly.
     Mom looked at Dad. "We still need to...do things," that was for me,
"and it would really help if Tim stayed here until the first of the
year. Would that be all right?"
     "That'd be more than all right!" I said eagerly.
     "Sure, Sis." Uncle Jack said. "Tim's great to have around, we're
having a great time."
     "You better believe it." I said. "Best time I ever had!"
     "Good, then, it's settled." Mom said. "Now, it's time for Tim to get
in bed."
     "I think I'll turn in, too." Uncle Jack said and yawned. "Come on,
Tim. You can sleep with me in my bed tonight. We'll both stay warmer that
way."
     "Okay." I said and paddled off after him. Boy, another week with Uncle
Jack! Talk about getting a terrific Christmas present!

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