Date: Mon, 8 Sep 2003 08:20:28 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com> Subject: The Dream - chapter 3 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! --- CHAPTER 3 --- "Want to shower together this morning?" Tim asked, seeing Peter's interest in his hard dick, his own boy cock rising. "Yeah!" Peter answered enthusiastically. --- And so it went for Peter and his Uncle Tim. Each day, the boy grew closer and closer to his uncle, and finding new and exciting things about his own body, that he never thought possible. Friday came much quicker than Peter had wished for, and he had become so comfortable with Tim that the mere thought of Tim's departure brought tears to his eyes. All day in school, Peter tried his very best to keep from thinking about this night being their last alone together, but alas, the harder he tried to keep from thinking about Tim, the more Tim was on his mind. "Peter? That was the bell. You can go home now." Mrs. Debtwhiler said. She looked at him closer. "Are you all right?" "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine, Mrs. Debtwhiler, thanks." Peter gathered his books and walked out of the classroom. His spirit lifted, like clouds after a rain storm, when he pushed open the school doors, and there, just like he had been all week, was Uncle Tim, leaning against his motorcycle, waiting patiently to take his nephew home. "Hiya, Peter!" Tim said enthusiastically. "Ready for the weekend?" Peter looked down at the ground and his quick smile faded. "I guess." Tim lifted his chin. "What's up?" "Nothin'. Just forget it." "Nothin' my ass! Something's bothering you, and I want to know what it is." Tim's voice left no doubt that he was not going to let this go. "You're going back home tomorrow, and...well..." "Yes?" Tim asked, his hand on Peter's shoulder. Peter practically burst in tears, hugging his uncle tightly. "I don't want you to go. Please stay. Please say you'll stay!" "Whoa, Peter, slow down." Tim pulled the boy off of him. "Let's get home, and we'll talk about it there, okay?" Tim lifted Peter's chin again. "Okay?" Peter softly nodded. The entire ride home seemed different this time. The rumbling vibration wasn't as exciting, and Peter felt so sad to have this great man torn from his life, after such a short time. As they entered the apartment, and Tim locked the door, their usual ritual of shedding the day's clothing commenced. Tim smiled at Peter, though Peter didn't return the smile. They tossed their clothes into a pile in the corner of the living room and Peter rushed into Tim's arms again, the tears flooding down his cheeks. Tim could tell that this was no act, as he felt Peter's back. His skin was much warmer than usual. "Easy, Peter, I'm here now. It's going to be okay." Peter found that hard to believe, shaking his head. "No, you're going to leave just like my father did, and just like everyone else that I love." "Peter, that's not true. Your mom didn't leave you, and well, I'm not going to leave you either." Peter froze for a moment, trying to process everything. "Really?" "Of course," Tim said assuringly. "Look, when your mom comes home tomorrow, we'll sit down and figure this all out. Obviously, I can't live here, but I'm not going to disappear...that's for sure." Tim smiled at Peter, and Peter couldn't help but feel warmed and comforted by his uncle. Peter hugged his uncle tighter, and could feel Tim's rising cock against his leg. Peter broke the embrace and looked down. "See? Even he wants to stay." Tim laughed. Peter smiled at his uncle. "Mine too." Peter giggled as he lifted his dick upward. "Let's stay naked all night, okay?" "If that's what you want," Tim said, moving to sit on the couch. Tim clicked on the TV with the remote, and found a movie to watch, as Peter snuggled in next to him. For the next hour or so, neither said anything. They just sat on the couch, snuggling and caressing each other. Peter was the first to make a move on Tim, sliding his hand up Tim's hairy leg, until he finally reached his balls, cupping them gently. Peter looked up at Tim, who only smiled and nodded back. Peter leaned down, and kissed the tip of Tim's dick. Tim moaned softly, and Peter kissed it again. Tim could feel the heat of Peter's lips and it sent electric shocks through his body, and although he tried not to push the issue, he reflexed and thrust his hips upward. Peter took the hint and opened his mouth, allowing the large purple head of Tim's cock inside. As soon as the crown of Tim's cock passed Peter's lips, he closed them tightly. "Mmmm, Peter, you sure are good at sucking my dick." Tim complimented. Peter smiled to himself. All the worry and anxiety seemed to leave him, and in its place, the warm feel of his love for his uncle. Tim leaned back, reclining a bit, as he spread his legs, allowing Peter greater access to his uncle's warm, rich cock. Peter slid down the couch, and kneeled between Tim's legs, working his mouth up and down the hard throbbing shaft. By now, Peter had Tim's dick good and wet, and Tim could feel the warm saliva dripping down the sides of his ball sac. Tim clicked off the TV, laid his head back, and closed his eyes, reveling in the pleasure that Peter was giving him. Soon after, Peter moved up Tim's naked body, planting kiss upon kiss along the way. Peter managed to climb up onto his uncle, and Tim didn't mind at all. He loved the feel of Peter's soft tender skin upon his, and when Peter was almost face-to-face, Tim wrapped his arms around Peter's back, and pulled him closely to his chest. "Peter, I want you to know that I love you, and I'm glad your mom asked me to stay with you." Tim whispered to the boy. "Me too," Peter smiled at him, and then lowered his face and planted another soft kiss on his uncle's lips. Tim returned the kiss and the two embraced and kissed for a long time. Peter then broke the embrace and began planting kisses on Tim's chest, and suckling his hard red nipples. Each time Peter leaned in to kiss him, Tim could feel the tip of his dick brush against Peter's virgin boy hole. Peter felt it too, and soon it became a game to him, brushing against Tim's dick more and more, pushing against it. Peter loved feeling the heat of Tim's cock against his sensitive hole, and he hungered for more. Peter softly bounced again and again, each time touching the tip of Tim's dick, until Peter felt the tip go in, just a little, and he froze, holding Tim's dick in place. Tim smiled at him and Peter smiled back, pushing down a little further. Tim resisted the powerful urge to thrust upward. If Peter wanted his hard cock inside him, he'd let the boy have it, but slowly and gingerly. Peter pushed down again and felt Tim's dick head against his virgin hole. He wanted to go further, but was afraid. Tim read the slight fear in Peter's eyes. "Peter? Do you want me to fuck you?" Peter's mind raced, and he shyly nodded. "Is that weird?" "Not at all," Tim assured him. "If it's what you want, I'll do it, but we'll need some lube, okay? Hop up for a minute," Tim directly, lifting Peter by his sides. "I'll be right back." Peter waited on the couch, gently stroking his fully erect dick. He truly loved playing with his dick, and especially liked it when the clear liquid would drip from the end. Peter liked swirling it around his sensitive head, which only made more of the slippery fluid emerge. "Here we go," Tim said, returning to the couch. Tim sat next to Peter and was about to pour the lube onto his dick, when Peter stopped him. "Can I do it?" Peter asked, holding his hand out for the tube. Tim smiled and handed Peter the tube of lubricant. "Put a lot on, okay?" Peter squeezed the tube and a thick string of clear liquid poured from it onto Tim's dick. "Now, rub it all around, Peter," Tim instructed. Peter followed his uncle's direction, liberally spreading the lube all over Tim's dick. This brought on a new sensation for Tim, feeling Peter stroke his lubed dick. Tim could feel his balls begin to ache, and knew that if he was going to give Peter what he wanted, he better calm down a bit. "Okay, that's good, Peter. Now, climb on up here, like you did before, and we'll try again." Peter climbed onto his uncle's chest, and slowly lowered his butt toward the hot slippery pole beneath him. "That's it," Tim whispered as he felt the tip of his dick press against Peter's hole. "Nice and slow. It will sting at first, but the pain will go away if we do this slow, okay?" Peter nodded and pushed down. Tim was surprised at how easily Peter's hole opened, allowing his fat head to slip inside. "Oh yeah, that's it...mmmm." Tim looked up at Peter. "You okay?" Peter nodded. He felt no pain so far. "Okay, keep pushing down, and little by little, my dick will slip inside." Peter once again followed his uncle's direction, and slowly pushed down. Peter lowered himself again, this time a little too much, just as he thought that there would be no pain. Suddenly a sharp jolt coursed through his ass, straight to his stomach. "Ow!" Peter yelled out. "Okay, okay. Just sit still. Let your ass get used to it." Tim whispered. "I can't, it hurts!" Peter called out. Tim's dick suddenly felt like a huge hot telephone pole, and Peter didn't think he could go through with it. "Come here, just relax, Babe, just relax." Tim pulled Peter down his chest, softly caressing the boy's back, as he waited for Peter to get used to the size of his cock. After a few minutes, Tim asked, "You okay?" Peter leaned up and nodded. "Yeah, it's okay now." "Do you want me to stop?" Tim asked. Peter shook his head and before Tim could say anything else, Peter pushed down again, this time slower than before. Tim could tell Peter was nervous now. Peter knew the pain was real, and didn't want to bring that on again. Tim reached down and gently massaged Peter's ass cheeks. Peter liked the feel of Tim's strong hands on his butt and seemed to relax a bit more. It was then that he felt a tickle of something under him. Peter looked down and could see Tim's thick pubic bush under him. He looked at Tim and Tim smiled. "You did it, it's all the way inside you now, Peter." "It doesn't hurt anymore," Peter smiled, leaning down to kiss his uncle. Tim could no longer fight back the urge to move his hips, and so he began rocking, gently, but enough to send volts of electricity through his pulsing dick, straight to his balls. Peter's ass was the tightest thing his cock had ever been in, as well as the hottest, and Tim certainly had no idea just how wonderful it would feel. As Tim began rocking, Peter moved up a little, and could feel his uncle's cock begin to slip outward. He quickly sat back down, forcing the monster back inside him. As he did so, a new feeling rushed through him. It was different than before. Peter tried it again, and once again, as he sat back down on his uncle's cock, a wonderful feeling rushed through him. He liked it. Peter repeated his move, slowly up, then sitting back down, and as he did, he watched his own dick jump and leak more of the wonderful clear liquid. Peter reached down and wrapped his right hand around his dick, milking the liquid from its shaft. "Yeah, Babe, stroke that dick," Tim smiled at him, watching his nephew begin to jack off as he was being fucked. "Mmmmm, your ass feels so good, Peter. We should have done this days ago." Peter giggled at the idea and sat harder on his uncle's dick. The pain had completely gone, and Peter yearned for more and more of the new feeling. Peter begin to increase his pace, moving higher and higher off his uncle before slamming back down, waiting for the feeling to rush through him. As he increased his bouncing, he increased his jacking, and soon he had a rhythm matching the two movements. Stroke, bounce, stroke, bounce, each time, and feeling more and more elated. Tim was feeling elated as well, and knew he wouldn't last long, with Peter increasing his pace on his slick penis. "Peter, I won't be able to hold on much longer." Peter giggled. "Are you gonna shoot?" Tim nodded. "Cool!" Peter giggled again. "Me too!" And Peter stroked his hard boy dick even more. Peter was the first to reach his peak, and the stream of boy cum shot from his dick, hitting his uncle's chin, neck and chest! Peter didn't care, nor did he stop, as a second stream followed the first, and finally a third rushed in behind it. "This is awesome," Peter cried out, still pulling on his cock, as a smaller puddle escaped his dick and dripped down onto his uncle's stomach. Peter's orgasm had tightened his grip around the shaft of Tim's dick, and Tim could no longer find the building urge. His man seed raced from his balls, and emptied wave after hot wave into the boy's gullet. Tim's hot flow was so great, that he could feel it leak from the boy's butt and drip back onto him. Tim thrust forward again, finally emptying the last of his hot cream into Peter, before completely collapsing under the boy. Tim looked down at his body, and ran his finger through Peter's cum, then brought it to Peter's lips. Peter quickly opened his mouth, and licked his uncle's finger clean. "Don't you think you should clean up the rest of your mess?" Tim smiled, his eyes darting down at the clear liquid on his chest. Peter smiled, leaned down and began licking his uncle's body. Soon, every drop was licked clean. Peter licked the taste of his own cum, and it was even more exciting to be licking it from Tim's hot body, all the while Tim's softening dick, slowly began to slid from Peter's hole. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." Tim smiled, as he picked the boy up, and carried him into the bathroom. Peter was even more amazed by his uncle's strength, and leaned his head into him. As they entered the bathroom, Tim stood Peter up, and Peter could feel Tim's cum as it began to escape. Peter clenched his cheeks, desperately trying to hold his uncle's gift inside. Tim turned on the hot water, and as the steam filled the room, they entered the shower together. --- "I'm not telling you again! Get up! You're going to be late for school!" Mom yelled as she pulled the covers from his naked body. "You slept through breakfast, so I'll throw a few fruit snacks in your lunch. Let's go, Peter!" Mom stormed out the bedroom. Peter slid from the bed and placed his feet on the warm wooden floor. He scooted closer to the edge when the aroma hit him. It was the same familiar aroma, and he knew what it was before he looked down to see the remains of his wet dream, still slick on his left leg. "Peter? Peter, come out here, please." His mother yelled from the living room. Peter, drowsy from his sleep, kicked the sheet off, and opened the bedroom door. As he stepped into the hallway, Peter noticed a man standing next to his mother, her hand in his. The man was familiar, and he tried to focus on the man's eyes. "Peter, I'd like you to meet your Uncle Tim." Mom said, as she hugged the man. "He's going to stay with you during my trip." Tim stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Peter. I see I'm not the only one who likes to sleep in the nude." Tim smiled, as Peter realized that he was indeed naked. Peter felt his face redden and he ducked back into his bedroom. He sat on the bed for a moment, shaking his head. "It was all a dream," he whispered. Peter shook his head again, trying to grasp reality. He grabbed some sweat pants from the floor and quickly through them on. As he re-entered the living room, he heard his mother say, "I hope you guys get on all right." "I think we're going to be just fine," Peter said with a smile. --- I hope you've enjoyed this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com. I also have other stories posted on Nifty, so if you'd like the titles, just ask. Thanks for reading my story.