Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 23:52:26 EST
From: DennisR539@aol.com
Subject: Summer and Uncle Dave (Part 3) incest/gay, cross generational/gay

The following story is about the sexual encounter of  boys and men, some of
whom are related. If that kind of story bothers you, get lost. If you are
under age, your parents should be using an internet filter on the computer,
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Summer and Uncle Dave
by Dennis
Part 3

I jumped onto the dock from the boat and threw the line around the pier.
"Better take a shower, Dennis, before you take the clams into the house."
Uncle Dave busied himself with the boat while I headed for the outside
shower. It was between the house and a storage shed. It was shielded from the
road and  the house next door by some trellis. I stripped off my shorts and
turned the faucet handle. It was only cold water but it felt great to get the
salt off my skin. Uncle Dave soon joined me. I pulled down on his shorts.

 "Oh, going to help me?"

"Uh huh!"

Soon I was rubbing his crotch, moving behind him to run my hands over his
ass, reaching between his thighs to grab his nuts.

"Christ, you really like to play with my dick, don't you. You are the
randiest kid I ever met. Wish I had known you were like this. We would have
started before now, if I had. Is your brother like this too?"

"No, not really. Usually I have to start things. but when he gets into it, he
is. Why?"

" Just wondered!" With that he turned off the water and we began drying off
with the towels that hung from a line nearby. We also put on dry shorts
(there was always a pair or two on the line too, since we used the shower so
often.

I walked over to the buckets of clams and turned the garden hose on them to
rinse off the mud and sand. Then I carried them into the house and put them
next to the sink in the kitchen. Uncle Dave followed me. He wanted to start
steaming the clams open so that he could make chowder. He shucked a few of
the smaller ones and we ate them.

Again I reached for his shorts, but he pushed me away. "Later. I have stuff
to do." Disappointed, I started to leave the kitchen but then I had an idea.
Just the thought of getting my hands on his equipment had made me hard, so I
pulled off my shorts. "Hey, look what I found. maybe the clams work like
oysters."


Uncle Dave looked at my cock and said "Well, I can see I will get no work
done until I take care of that."

He sat down on one of the chairs and pulled me to him. His hands roamed over
my body. He turned me around, felt the cheeks of my ass and  ran his fingers
up and down my butt crack. I spread my legs a little and he started pushing
his index finger against my asshole. I bent over and reached around to spread
my cheeks.

"Geez!" he said quietly. He wet his finger in his mouth and started to push
it into the hole.

"Ow, that hurts"

"Wait a minute." He got up and went to the sink and soaped up his  right
hand. Then he sat down again and started working his soapy and slippery
fingers over the hole. Then again he started putting his middle finger into
my asshole. The soap made it much easier this time. He was very gentle and
slow, but persistent. I made happy noises.

"Like that?"

"Yeah!"

He kept doing it for a while and then said, "Lets see if I can get two
fingers in there," He spit into his left hand and  reached  around my waist
and began jerking me off. He started pushing his index and middle finger in.
That hurt a little as my hole stretched but the pleasure on my cock masked
it. He took his fingers out of my asshole and turned me around so that my
crotch faced him.

"Spread your legs!"

When I did, he reached between my thighs  and again pushed his  finger into
my ass. this time it went in nice and easy. Then he lowered his head and took
my cock into his mouth and started tonguing the head of my dick and moving
his mouth up and down, each time swallowing it to the hilt and holding it
there a little. His finger fucked my hole, rubbing against my prostate. I
could feel myself starting to orgasm.

"Oh, Oh, Oh" and I pulled his head down on my 4 inch hardon and held it there
as I squirted cum into him. Each time I  spasmed and pushed my hips forward,
I could feel his throat contract as he swallowed. After three shots  I let
his head go and he took a breath. He slid back until the head was just in his
mouth. I had a few more little jerks and then stopped. He continued to hold
my cock in his mouth, moving it back and forth a little and running his
tongue over the head.

Then he let it go and slowly pulled his finger out of my asshole. I had my
eyes closed and he said,

"How was that? Like it?"

"We gotta do that again. When I am cumming and your finger is in me its like
I am flying. I never felt that way before."

"Well, it's nice to know you like that. Maybe we can do some more interesting
things later."

"Like what?"

"Let's just let it be a surprise."

Surprise, my ass (pun intended). I know what you want, old man. And I want it
too!
The soap on his fingers had loosened my ass and I could feel a shit coming.

"I gotta  take a dump," and I ran to the toilet. Between the soap and cumming
so many time, I let loose a good one. And a good piss. As I came out of the
bathroom I heard,

"Wash your hands, pig. We are going to be preparing food. Didn't your dad
teach you anything?" I did and ran to the kitchen.

The water in the pot was boiling and the clams were starting to open up.  I
went over to where Uncle Dave was chopping up veggies and reach around his
waist and started rubbing his cock through his shorts.

He pushed me away and said "Look, go outside and find something to do. I
promise, tonight, after we eat we can play again. Oh, and put your shorts on.
Don't want to turn on the neighbors"

Reluctantly I did as I was told. I walked out to the dock and climbed into
the boat. I put the cooler we carried and some other stuff on the dock. Then
I climbed onto the dock and looked toward the mud flats. There was a rush of
memory, feelings, even remembered smells. Well, I said to myself, lets see
what the old man has cooked up for tonight.

Uncle Dave came out onto the porch, "Dennis, I have to go into town. Want to
come?"

"Shit yeah, do you," then I laughed.

"Christ, not so loud. Alright, meet me at the car."

Still in my shorts, I ran to his `72 Olds 98. Truly a tank of a car. The rear
seat was huge. the trunk was big enough for an immigrant  family to live in.

Uncle Dave came out wearing a shirt and deck shoes. Well, at least he only
has shorts on. I can play with his dick while he drives. He wouldn't let me.
Said he didn't want to have an accident. Afraid he would be thinking with his
cock instead of his head. Shit!

When we got to the shopping center, I wandered around outside, while Uncle
Dave went in. I found myself looking at the older guys more than I ever had
before. Since it was a summer crowd and warm, alot of them were in shorts or
trunks. Some of the younger guys were in cutoff jeans. Shit, in them you
could see the package pretty good. With the guys in trunks and shorts, I had
to do some imagining. The funny thing was I was alot less critical of their
bodies than I had been before. I knew that some of them, despite the paunch
and enlarged butt, had really big cocks under there. I would see a guy, maybe
late 50s or even in the 60s, hairy chest peaking up out of the shirt, and
imagine being between his kegs, sucking his cock, licking his balls, playing
with his asshole. It made me hard. They paid no attention to a 14 year old.
Even if they knew I was looking, they would not have understood what I was
after.

Uncle Dave came up behind me, when my attention was focused on one guy, who's
shorts rode up his leg a bit when he got into his car. he must have had on no
underwear  because I got a good glimpse of his balls. Woof!

"Tell me Dennis, You like all guys or just older ones?"

"All guys, except guys my age. But I think older guys, guys your age, are
really hot!."

"It looked like you wanted to jump that guy? Am I right?"

"Uh huh!"

On the way back he told me that, if i was really looking for older guys,
guys over 30, that there were places where I could go to suck them off in
the city.  Subway toilets, toilets of some movies, park toilets, even
public parks. I figured he knew this stuff from his cop work.

"It would be a real turn on for an older guy to have some hot kid like you
after his cock. Most of them would probably want to suck you off . The idea
that you would want to suck them off would drive them crazy. But, you are
going to have to be careful. I am sure you can handle yourself but there are
a lot of nuts in the world.  You're going to have to watch it. Frankly, if
its older guys you want, I might be able to arrange for you to meet some. I
know a lot of men in the city and out here. I know a lot of them that like
"chicken". Never heard of that? Means young kids like you

" Dennis, I like men  too. I was married and I have a son but  I got to I
realized that I really preferred cock to cunt. I never let on to Ida,  but I
did. The nice thing about being a cop is that your hours are so weird that
your wife comes to accept the idea that you will call and just say you won't
be home for a few hours. I had to watch out. If anyone who was straight  who
knew me , saw me in, let's say, a strange situation, then my career, my life,
would be over."

"Do you like "chicken?"

A pause, then, "Yes. That's why I know of other men who like it too."

" So you like to fuck around with kids my age?"

"Yes, and older. And younger?"

You mean like kids Robby's age?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you asked me about him?"

"Yes, it crossed my mind!"

"Want  me to ask him if he would want to?"

"No. Let's keep our secret a secret between us."

"Why? I think that would be so fucking hot, the two of us playing with you."

"I said don't. Please follow my wishes."

I was quiet for a while, "Alright, I won't say anything to him. Did you mess
around with Gramps the way Robby and me do? What about my cousins? They
stayed out here. They told me they did. Ever do anything with them? What
about Dad and Uncle Bill?"

"Whether it happened or not, it's none of your business."

As we turned into his road, I looked at him. Did that means yes or no? My
mind was racing. I began to imagine going to town on Gramps. I had never seen
him naked. He was not that much older than Uncle Dave. He seemed to have a
similar build. And what about my Dad? Or Uncle Bill? Hot shit, making it with
them in the same bed. My cock was hard. I was looking out the window and
rubbing it.

"What are you thinking about? What ever it is, it must be good," Uncle Dave
had spotted what I was doing out of the corner of his eye.

"Just thinking about this afternoon. And tonight," and i made a grab for his
cock.

After supper, we cleaned up and went out onto the porch facing the Bay. It
was screened in and there were big wooden rockers on it.  Uncle Dave liked to
smoke a cigar after dinner,  sitting in one of the rockers. I usually went
for a walk but tonight I had other plans.

"Can I sit between your legs and play while you smoke.?"

"Sure Kid. Knock yourself out." he said, as he pulled off his shorts. He
turned out the lights so that in the gathering darkness we could not be seen
from outside. Then he sat down. I moved between his leg and rubbed the hair
on his chest and played with his nipples. I looked down and saw his cock
starting to rise.

"Take off your shorts first."

I pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them. Uncle Dave reached for my
hard cock and rubbed it. Then he pulled me between his thighs and rubbed his
hands over my body. I could feel his dick rising up between my legs. When he
got to my buns, he ran his finger down the crack and rubbed my asshole. God,
that felt good.

I kneeled facing his crotch. He  lit up his cigar, leaned back and put his
feet up on the rail of the porch. I reached up and put his cock in my mouth,
loving  it. I played with his balls, sometimes stopping my sucking to lick
them. I rubbed my hands on the back of his thighs, lifting his nuts to lick
his taint. I put my finger in my mouth and covered it with spit and slipped
it into his asshole. He groaned with pleasure. I kept on while he puffed
away, varying my pleasure making and loving every moment of it. I loved that
cock. I loved all cock. I wanted to have all the cocks of all the men in the
world. I used tongue, hands, lips all over his, his chest, crotch, legs. His
cock was hard as a rock. His knees would spread to give me access or come
together trapping my head between his thighs. With his free hand he ran his
fingers through my hair, rubbing my face, moving them down to feel his cock
sliding in and out of my mouth.

I tried to get his cock further into my mouth. I would take a deep breath,
and try to slide the head down my throat. I seemed to have lost my gag
reflex. I could get more in than I did in the boat. I knew that with
practice, I would soon have the whole 7 glorious inches in my mouth and
throat, my nose pressing against his pubic hair. I wanted to do that when he
came so that he could shoot his cream right down my throat. And all the time,
he puffed away, his eyes closed. He was lost in the pleasure of the moment.
And so was I. I don't know how long we continued but when I looked up I could
see that the cigar was 3/4 gone.

He put the stub into the ash tray on the table next to him and placed his
feet on the floor,  put his hands under my arms and lifted me until I was
standing. He leaned forward and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my
mouth. I sucked at it and moved mine around his. Then he released my mouth
and whispered "Lets go into my bedroom."

He stood and led the way through the dark house. The small amount of light
was enough to see where we were going. When we got to the door of his
bedroom, he said " Get onto the bed, I have to get something in the bathroom".

I crawled into his bed and lay on my back with my head on the pillow."This is
it." I thought, "I am going to get fucked." I rubbed my fingers between my
thighs, then felt my asshole. Uncle Dave came into the room. He checked to
see that the shades were drawn and turned on the nightstand light . I could
see that he had a bottle of Vaseline in his hand. I knew what it was for.

He put it on the night stand and climbed between my legs. He bent down and
sucked my cock for a while then he lifted my legs up and back towards my
head. I reached up to hold them and he moved his mouth to my hole. His tongue
licked at it, moving around it. He reached with his fingers and pulled the
hole open a little. and pushed the tip of his tongue in and out. He coughed
up some spit and used his tongue to push some into and around the outside of
it, using his fingers to push the mucus. Then he reached for the Vaseline,
put some on his finger and rubbed it into and around the hole. He put more on
and started moving first one then two fingers in and out, rotating them. I
could feel the hole stretching. It hurt and felt good at the same time.

After a while, he leaned  back on his heals and handed me the Vaseline.
"Put some on my cock. Get it  greasy," I took a big gob and spread it over my
hands. I reached for his cock and applied it to the head and shaft. The
slippery feeling was the same kind as when I used a soapy hand on my cock.
Felt gooood!.

He took a double finger full and worked into my asshole, again, working on
stretching it.

He wiped of his fingers on some tissues and looked me in the eyes, "Do you
know what I am going to do?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want me to? If you don't. you don't have to do this. But if you
really gay, your going to get fucked sometime. I want to be the first. I want
to take your cherry. Do you know what  I mean?"

"Yes, I want to get fucked. I heard about it. I want to try it."

"I want you to reach down and put my dickhead at your asshole. I want you to
hold it while I start to put it into you. I will take it easy. It will hurt
at first  but you will get use to it. I promise, the next time we do it, you
won't feel the same kind of pain. Now when I push in I want you to try to
take a shit. That will open you up. Make it easier."

At first I felt no pain but as he pushed in more of his cock, I felt my hole
stretch. It hurt. I moved my hands to his chest   I pushed like his dick was
a turd and i was trying to get it out. That made it easier. He had been
watching as it slid in now he was looking at my face.

"Want me to stop?"

"Yes! No! I don't know. No, I want it. Fuck me!"

He pushed in more cock, "Uhhhhhh," then more, "Uhhhhhhhhh".

He stopped for a second, "How ya doing, champ?"

"Do it, just do it!"

He started to move in and out by moving his hips back and forth, slow at
first then a little faster. the friction against my bowel, against my
prostate was great. It over came any sense of pain. That and the feeling that
I was doing something he wanted.

I started pulling on my cock, to jerk myself off, but Uncle Dave said not to.
It was going to take him time to cum. He wanted me to shoot when he did. I
put my hands an his shoulders. He leaned down, stuck his tongue in my mouth
and continued to pump. then he arched up and said,

"Do it. Jerk off now,"

It didn't take long," I am going to cum! Ohhhhhhhhh" I started to spasm. Then
he did. He threw his head back  and made this long loud pleasure sound and
bucked with each spasm.

When we had both stopped, he collapsed on me. We put our arms around each
other  and kissed, ran our tongues back and forth. Funny, I just realized
that until that week, I had never tongue kissed with anyone.Sure learned
fast! Told ya, I was a smart kid.

He withdrew and rolled off me We were sticky with my cum, but he just said, "
Lets  lay here a while."

Soon, we were both asleep, a deep pleasant sleep, an exhausted sleep. It had
been one hell of a day.

About three in the morning he got up to take a piss and I woke up. I got a
hardon.  When he got back into bed, I said, " Let's do it again."

This time, it did go easier and he was right, I did like it even more. There
was no real pain. The pleasure over whelmed it.

In the morning, I shit. I could feel his cum greasing my shit. When I stood
and looked in the bowl, I could see it on the turds,

We showered together. I sucked his cock. He got hard but didn't cum. The nice
thing was that he took along time to say that he wasn't going to. Nice long
suck. I like that.

For the rest of the week we worked on the house and had sex, went fishing and
had sex, went shopping and had sex, sat on the porch and had sex. By the time
Saturday rolled around, we had tried a lot of ways to fuck and a lot of ways
to suck. I learned how to rim and...well I think you know...how to fuck. Yep,
I fucked him. Shit, that was great. My first and he was it. Saturday night
was one long sex party. Well for me it was. I even sucked his cock when he
was asleep. Didn't  even wake up. Got hard but still didn't wake up.

My dad drove out Sunday morning and picked me up. I wanted to stay but he
said no, my mother needed me at home. I had things to do there. Maybe next
week. I put my stuff in the station wagon. Dad and Uncle Dave talked a while
at the door. They kept looking my way. When Dad came to get into the car, I
told him that I forgot something and ran back into the house. I ran up to
Uncle Dave, dropped to my knees, yanked down his shorts, and started sucking
his cock and running my hand over his nipples. When he was hard. I stood up
and said, "That's so you will remember!"

He was laughing as I ran out of the door and got into the car.

"Get what you wanted, champ?"

"Yep."

As we rode along the Southern State Parkway we talked about the Mets and
Yanks and things a father and son talk about.


                                  That's The end of part 3

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