Date: Fri, 23 May 2014 14:10:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Summer I Got Spanked Chapter 3

*** Chapter 3 – KISS IT AND MAKE IT BETTER ***

So there I was, just off my second crazy orgasm the second day in a row,
from a spanking at the hands of my big, manly uncle.  There I was totally
naked on his big king size bed.  I wasn't sure about rolling over.  He said
he wanted to kiss my butt and I could hardly believe that my big, manly
uncle would even do such a thing.  But it was his house, he was big, and he
had given the order.  Add that in with the fact that curiosity and budding
horniness won out - and I did it.  I rolled over.  "Lay down and relax," he
said (I was up on my elbows).  I laid down flat, my head sideways and took
a deep breath.  I felt him climb onto the bed, then his rough hand caress
my still hot ass.  "Wow," he said, "it's so pink and beautiful."  I
couldn't help but move it back and forth at him. "Yeah," he said lustfully.

He slowly spread my legs apart with his rough hands.  "Man," I heard him
say, and I actually felt his breath on my butt, making me twitch.  "Yeah,"
he said again.  Then he put his thumbs inside me and spread my cheeks with
his palms.  "Oh fuck!" he said, his voice raspy.  I still had to hope
against hope that he didn't do something crazy.  At the same time, being
pried apart and exposed like this – feeling his hot breath actually on
my HOLE!  Fuck, it made me tingly, even though I had just cum.

"This will feel better if you are hard: Are you hard?" he asked in a
guttural tone.  "No," I answered simply.  (After all, I had just had a
screaming orgasm barely a minute ago.)  I felt the bed shake and before I
knew it, I had been whipped over onto my back by his brawny hands.  He
roughly spread my legs and got his face right down to my bald boy crotch.
My limp little uncut penis was barely two inches long resting on my small
balls.  Again, I could feel his breath on me.  Was that it?  Was he going
to breathe on me?  Is that what a blowjob was?

He got his face even closer – like 2 inches from me.  I propped myself
up on my elbows to watch.  Fuck, what was he going to do?  "What are you
doing?" I had to ask.  "I've never done this before," he said, his eyes
glazed over.  Done what????  Then he shot a piercing glance at me: "You can
never tell anyone about this," he said.  I just nodded.  And then, he went
down and slurped my flaccid 2-inch boycock into his mouth.

"AHHH!!!"  And then I think for a moment I blacked out.  Then I was spewing
out gibberish: "Fyykkk, hmmph, yykkk!"  He pulled off.  He had only sucked
it for a couple of seconds but he was already panting (from lust, I
suppose).  "What's the matter?  Don't you like it?!" he cried.  "Eekkk,
mmuummp, gbbb...," was all I could get out.  I wasn't sure if I did like it
or not.  I think in a way it felt so good it was almost too much to handle.
And I'm not sure I wanted that picture of my macho uncle that I looked up
to to be broken – to think of him as a cocksucker.  My brain was
overloaded – thoughts and feelings crashing.  But my body – my dick
knew what it wanted.  By reflex, I answered by lifting my ass up off the
bed and trying to smash by bald boy crotch into his face.  He looked at me
with an almost evil leer, then actually let out a little chuckle.

Then, while my ass was still in the air he reached under and grabbed both
cheeks with his huge hands.  I swear, each one of his big hands totally
covered a smooth, little boy cheek on my 70 pound body.  He squeezed and
gripped them in his strong paws.  That alone was enough to get me going.
But then, he dove back onto my still soft two-incher, smashing his face
into my hairless pubes.  Fuck!  It was really too much.  Even soft, the
feeling of his mouth on my tiny boyrod was electrifying.  I thought rubbing
on his leg and cumming that way was amazing.  But this was far more!  Now,
my little fuckstick was totally surrounded by a warm, wet, sucking mouth.
And then there was his grip on my ass, which you know I also loved.  My
whole sexual center was being smashed and attacked by him from the front
and behind – literally.  It was beyond bliss!  I was on stimulation
overload.

"aaaaahhhhhAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" a shriek rose up and came out of me that almost
scared me.  It was like some ancient Indian war cry.  Oh fuck!  I had never
felt anything so good.  But then – then his constant sucking had the
desired effect and I felt my little peter start to grow – to GROW in his
MOUTH!  SHIT!!!  This feeling was beyond my imagination.  All I could add
to my arsenal of explosions was to start beating my fists onto the bed
along with my high screams.

Then, once I was hard he did something new again – he started going up
and down on it!  "FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!" I screamed.  It was the first
intelligible word I'd said in the past couple of minutes.  Uncle Ray went
all the way up my cock and pulled off with a little "popping" sound.  I
kind of collapsed, that is, un-tensed my body – my cheeks still firmly
held in his grip.  I managed to prop myself up again and see that my hard 3
inch rod was all wet and shiny with his spit.  That sight alone made my
horny dick flex all by itself.

At that sight, he let out an evil laugh again, then he pursed his lips and
blew on it.  OH FUCK!  More new, incredible stimulation!  I collapsed back
onto the bed.  I was turning into putty.  Now I felt him licking me.  His
rough tongue was almost too much to take, making me squirm.  Then he pursed
his wet lips and just slid them up and down the crown of my little peter.
I let out a loud gasp and felt like I could hardly breathe.

Then – he was doing something else that I'd never heard of – never
would have thought of – SHIT – he was lickin' my balls!  "AAAHHHH!!!"
I cried out again – more of a scream – partly from just surprise but
mostly from sheer unbridled lust.  Then he pointed his tongue and just
licked right between my balls with the tip of it.  Oh FUCK!!!  And then
before I could even wrap my 13-year-old brain around THAT, he fuckin'
slurped them both into his wet mouth and started sucking on them!  Then he
hummed!  Oh Fuck!  I mean, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!  I was beating
my head and fists on the mattress and screaming in between sputtering and
grasping for oxygen.  There was an explosion going off in my brain!

He stopped with another one of his evil chuckles and just rubbed my stomach
to try and calm me down.  "You okay?" he asked?  I was only able to nod my
head "yes."  I'm not sure I was okay, exactly.  I mean, my brain was
exploding and I was barely functioning.  But the deepest and most primal
part of me knew that I liked what was happening and wanted more!  Again,
basically by instinct, I reared my little butt up in the air to aim my
straining peter at his hot mouth.  "Fuck, you little horndog!" he said
lustily, giving my dick a wet kiss, causing me to "OH!" again.

"Well let's see how you like THIS!" he said, as he pulled be back down flat
to the bed, his huge paws still clamped onto my buttcheeks.  Then he went
further down, his face almost disappearing into my spread-wide legs.  What
the fuck NOW!  What was there left to do??  OH FUCK!!!
"EEEEEEEAAAAACCCCKKKK!!!" I shrieked, actually hurting my own throat with
the shrill pitch and volume of it.  He was licking between my legs –
under my balls!  I didn't even know people did such a thing!  I didn't know
that spot could feel so AWESOME!  OH FUCK!  I started jerking and heaving –
almost coughing, almost crying, almost – I don't know – it was too
much!!

"Fuck, dude," he said, lifting up his head.  Again, I was gasping for
breath.  I felt like I had dissolved into a puddle on the bed.  My chest
was heaving.  My head was spinning.  In truth, looking back, we hadn't even
done that much – I mean, as far as time, he had only had his mouth on
each spot for a few seconds then would stop when I went ballistic over it.
In total, his mouth had only been on my bald little crotch about a minute
total.  "You ready to have your ass licked?" he asked lustily.  I panted,
trying to process this (lick my ASS??!!!).  "Is it better than being
spanked?" I managed to say, just barely coherent.  "It's the best thing
ever!" he said, again with that almost scary leer of a grin.

How could anything be better than the arsenal of stuff he had just laid on
me?  All I could do was nod.  But I couldn't even roll over.  I was so
spent emotionally and so overwhelmed.  He took charge.  I let out a little
grunt when he flipped me.  He roughly threw my slender white legs apart and
I felt a thud as he fell down on the bed between them.  Once again, I felt
his hot breath on my bare little behind.  "So beautiful," I heard him say
under his breath.  He started to pet it, just pet it with his rough hands.
It wasn't quite the level of stinging stimulation of the spanking, but it
felt very nice all the same.  I sighed and relaxed.  For the moment, I
could rest my sore throat.  But my little peter stayed hard as a rock.  I
closed my eyes and just gave myself over to the feelings coming from my
smooth, white (or was it pink now?) little boy behind.

With both hands, he started giving a deep massage to my boycheeks, making
big, circular motions.  Every time his hands went out, he would stretch my
cheeks wide open, exposing my tight little hole to the cool air.  It almost
hurt, but not quite.  Each time he did it, he would keep it spread wide.  I
think maybe he was staring at it.  It was thrilling to be in this position
– face down on the bed while I let him have his way with my private
parts – let him expose and stare at my most private, hidden place.  My
cock was throbbing and my breathing was picking up already.

After he spread my cheeks open a few times, he did yet another new thing.
He spit on me – right on my hole.  And then he blew on it.  Fuck!  "Ah!"
I let out a sharp moan at yet another new, incredible sensation perpetrated
by him.  I felt my butthole flexing open and closed at this crazy, intense
stimulation on it.  "Oh fuck!" he said breathlessly.  He blew on it some
more, then more spit and more blowing on my tight little pucker.  He did
this several times.  By this time, I was writhing around (as much as I
could with him holding me down); and I was letting out a steady stream of
horny moans as I would lift my shoulders up off the bed, then collapse back
down onto it.

But then he moved on to new territory again.  He started rubbing his face
over my butt, smashing it in hard.  "Ow!" I cried.  His beard stubble was
like sandpaper on my pure skin. He stopped and lifted up his head.  "It
hurts," I said.  Then came the first kiss.  This whole thing started with
him saying he was going to kiss my butt and make it better; but somehow I
didn't really believe it.  But now, here was my huge, muscular, redneck,
macho uncle kissing my butt.  Once again, I decided to just give myself
over to the feelings I was having.  And fuck it was feeling really good.

There was definitely a sexual component to it – it was giving me a good
true sexual feeling in my little rear end.  My cock was definitely as hard
as ever.  But more than that, it was the attention – the loving aspect
of it really.  I needed to feel that.  It was making me feel really good
inside.

He started with small, gentle kisses.  Then as he went on, they got bigger,
longer, and sloppier.  Very soon, he was sucking in hunks of my butt,
sometimes for a second, sometimes longer.  As he went on he even started
chewing and nibbling on me a little.  Fuck, the stimulation was awesome as
well as the mental thought that this supremely masculine specimen of a man
was basically worshipping and making love to my little boy white backside.

Once again he spread my cheeks wide and started kissing my 13-year-old ass
up at the crown of my cheeks, right up against where his fingers were.  He
started going in circles.  The circles were getting smaller.  Smaller.
Smaller and smaller.  Still, I was in no way prepared for what happened
next.  But he did it; he really did.  All in one long, slow motion, he
planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss, right on my butthole, then sucked on it
and swiped it with his tongue at the same time.

"WWWWHHHHOOOOAAAAA!!!!!" I screamed like I was being ripped in half; and
started pawing at the blankets, trying to get away from him as I was
kicking my feet.  Never in my life had I been so shocked and surprised –
so much so that I really didn't have any brain power left to process
whether I even liked it or not.  Fuck!  He had his TONGUE on my
BUTTHOLE!!!!!

"Give it a chance," he growled out, and grabbing a skinny thigh in each
hand, he pulled me right back to his horny mouth.  He dove back in –
licking, swiping, even stabbing it with the tip!  Fuck!  Was he trying to
get his tongue inside???!!!  I was screaming and jerking and thrashing and
still trying to get away, but his grip was too firm.  He was too strong.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!" I screamed bloody murder, although this time it was more in
lust than shock.  "AAAHHH!!!" I bellowed again, almost on the verge of
tears, so overwhelmed was I with thoughts and sexual feeling.  I was on
some new planet and an alien was licking at my asshole!

He started just lapping, making his big tongue wet and wide and just
lapping over and over on it like some huge dog.  And I found...  I found I
was loving it!  It was the best feeling ever!  But it was too much feeling.
While loving it, at the same time, I couldn't stand it, it was so good.  I
was still screaming, still thrashing, still trying to get loose from his
mad, unrelenting assault on my boyhole.  Fuck!!!

Finally, he let up and I shot forward about a foot and laid there,
sputtering, my chest heaving, tears in my eyes.  But immediately, I mean
the split second we broke contact I realized that I missed it already –
realized that I had to have it, no matter what.  Even as he was starting to
say, "We don't have to..." I was bringing my hairless narrow butt back to
him for more.  Thinking back on it, it must have been quite a sight, him
wanting to eat my little hole so bad and thinking he wasn't going to get
to, then seeing my smooth little boy ass lift up off the bed and come at
him.  `Cause that's what I did.  I raised my ass up high onto my knees,
keeping my shoulders on the bed and bending my knees, getting my little
cheeks spreads as wide as I could for him.  I could even feel my tight,
tiny hole flex open for him in the cool air, in time with the mighty
thrusting of my raging boycock.

"Oh fuck!" he almost shouted.  And then he dove on me.  But again, I
couldn't quite take it.  Shit!  I bolted forward by reflex.  I think it was
kind of like those people who have a fetish of being tickled.  They really
want it but they can't take it so they have to be tied up so they can get
what they want.  That was me.  I couldn't stand the asshole licking `cause
it was so GOOD!  And for the same reason, I HAD to have it!  I was too out
of it to make words.  All I could do was shake my butt back and forth on
the bed.  There was a pause of a few seconds.  He figured it out.

And for the third time, he dove himself onto my hole, now spreading my
little virgin cheeks and holding me down to the bed with machine-like
strength.  And when he attacked this time, it was like a wild dog on me.
So gone was he now with lust that he growled and sputtered and grunted and
made all manner of over-the-top sexy noises as he pressed his face deep
into me and moved his head back and forth while doing everything imaginable
with his tongue.

Amid his lustful cries and my screeching howls, he lapped some more, over
and over and over, making me see stars.  Then he would purse his entire
mouth around it and gently suck.  Well not real gently but in a way to make
it feel incredibly good and not cause me pain.  Then he would point his
tongue and just lick at the very center, sometimes stabbing as if he were
trying to push it in.

Whatever he did, it didn't matter because it was all the best feeling I had
ever had in my life.  Way beyond what I ever could have imagined.  I was
still thrashing like mad, not trying to get away so much as just going
crazy from all these intense feelings.  My feet were beating up and down.
I kept heaving my chest up off the bed, then slamming it back down.  I beat
my tight fists onto the mattress.  I kept up the wild screams, being forced
to pause when I felt the pain in my throat from my shrill cries.  At those
times I would just beat my head onto the bed and grunt and moan, sounding
kind of like my uncle.  But that was good because then I could hear all the
wet, lapping, slurping sounds he was making which further upped my
horniness level.  Oh fuck!

I had to see it!  I had to crane my neck around and actually see him doing
it.  All I could see was the top half of his head.  His hair was soaked
with sweat and his eyes were tightly shut.  The sight of his upper face
coming up from my two butt cheeks was surreal.  He was still moving his
face around and emitting snarling and gurgling noises but not as much.  Oh
fuck!  I had to scream again – it was too much!  Too good, but too
much!!  "AAAHHHH!!!" I shrieked high and loud enough to split our eardrums.
This served only to egg him on and he attacked my tight little pucker with
renewed energy.

I don't know how much time had gone by.  My head was spinning and I was too
removed from reality to think about time.  All I know was that I was lost
in something awesome.  In my total inexperience regarding things sexual, I
wasn't even thinking about having an orgasm.  Didn't even know or think
that I would or could have one from having my ass licked.  But my cock was
ragingly hard and throbbing like mad.  If I hadn't been so ferociously
smashed into the mattress, I'm sure it would have been flexing in and out
on its own.

I had to stop screaming a second just to get some rest.  And I realized
that my uncle had gone to just lapping now – nothing else.  Over and
over he just lapped from top to bottom, not far, just right on my little
throbbing hole.  And it was throbbing.  Somehow, all the licking was
relaxing it – like a massage I guess – and as I would feel my hard
boy peepee throb, I could feel a flexing in my asshole too.  And every time
it would flex, Uncle Ray would virtually scream an "Mmm-hmm," into it.  I
was starting to feel his tongue kind of scrape more of the insides of it as
he pressed into it on his strong swipes.

Again, going on pure instinct – from where, I do not know – I flexed
it on purpose for the first time, pushing out and opening it – inviting
his mad horny tongue to go deeper.  "AAHHH!!!" he jumped back and actually
shrieked – almost sounding like me!  "Do that again!  Keep it like
that!" he shouted, in a frenzy.  I did my best.  He dove in again.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!"  I could almost feel the blood vessels
about to pop in my neck as I let out the scream of my life.  I could really
feel the tip of his strong pointed tongue pushing into my open winker.  It
wasn't going in far, but he was reaching places never before reached (or
seen).  And his soft, slimy member on my most sensitive places felt
amazing!  Amazing!  Incredible!  Fuckin'... oh SHIT!  There are no words!

I didn't know a lot about what could happen to 13-year-old boys but I
thought that if young boys could even have heart attacks or go crazy, that
surely one or both was going to happen to me.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!" I let lose again, like some kind of
drug-crazed primitive warrior.  I flexed my hole open and even tried to
push up my little ass harder onto his stabbing tongue.  This caused Uncle
Ray to let out another one of his screaming "HMMM's!" right into my ass and
he upped his attack even further, smashing his face into me, pushing his
tongue in and out even faster and at times leaving it there, really putting
pressure and trying to reach new spots!  I was one step away from insanity!
I was one step away from passing out, not just from lust but from lack of
breath as I couldn't stop screaming.

No longer able to endure the high screams in my aching throat, I had now
switched to more guttural, "Uh-huh's!" that came over and over, sometimes
in step with his wicked stabbing tongue and sometimes in step with the
violent contractions of my cock and ass – my whole middle body, really.
Oh fuck! I say again, it was too much!!!

In this guttural screaming mode, quickly running out of energy to do more,
I noticed a change in the feelings of my midsection.  Somehow, I had
transitioned from the throbbing and contractions to more of a slow steady
build – like one big contraction was going to come out.  Still, it never
occurred to my young mind that I could cum from my asshole.  Uncle Ray knew
though.  Lifting up his horny mouth only long enough to speak, he half
shouted: "Let me know when you're about to cum!"  I couldn't answer.  I was
too gone.  I felt and heard a sharp, really hard, painful slap on my ass.
"Okay!" I shouted.  I quickly forgot the burning in my little ass as he
dove back into it once again.  Oh fuck!

Oh fuck!  I mean, OH FUCK!  I think I really WAS going to CUM!!!  How could
anyone possibly cum because of a tongue being pushed into their
ASSHOLE!!!????  But I'm pretty sure the explosion was coming.  I was
feeling that slow build that I had learned in the past month meant it was
time to get the tissue ready.  OH FUCK!

"uummm, uuhhhHHH, nnnNNN, g... g... GETTING CLOSE!" I finally barely
managed to blurt out, as in the back of my mind, I wondered why he would
want to know.  I got my answer.  He immediately shot off of my horny ass,
then, a split-second later I felt my hips being lifted up as he squeezed
his head under my middle.  Oh fuck!  He slurped my crazy hard cock back
into his mouth again!  He was sucking me!!!  Fuck!  Was he going to suck my
cum out even?  Swallow it??!!!  My macho hunk of an Uncle???!!!!  FUCK!!!!

I hardly had a moment to process this when, "WHACK!"  The first spank hit
my tender little ass, so hard I almost saw stars.  The shock and the pain
caused my impending orgasm to subside.  Had he hit me one iota harder I
surely would have lost my hard-on.  But my Uncle's hot, wet, sucking mouth
saw that that didn't happen.  "OWWW!!!" I screamed, mostly with pain, but
still with a little lust in my cry.  Then, "WHACK!" again – another
smack, so hard I could almost hear my own butt cheeks shaking.  And yet the
crazy sucking stimulation I was feeling on my little teenage boner was
making the swats electrifying.  It felt, literally, like electricity was
shooting right through my 10-year-old-sized behind and down through by
three-inch boy boner and then right down my big Uncle's throat!  Oh FUCK!

"WHACK!"  With the third slap, I began to sob.  Partly from pain, partly
from my off-the-charts horniness and partly from just being overwhelmed in
general.  "YEEEOOWWW!!!" I screamed, and started writhing around on top of
his face.  By sheer reflex, I was trying to somehow get my ass away from
his thunderous spanking while still keeping my mightily throbbing dick
smashed down into his mouth as far as possible.

And yet, there was that part of me – that lustful, hormone-crazed,
teenage part of me that wanted the spanking – the stinging, the
stimulation – even the sharp, smacking sounds all served to flood my
senses and up my horniness to the nth degree.

"UH-HUH!  UH-HUH!  UH-HUH!" I cried, each vocal outburst accompanied by my
body wracking with a sob as my throbbing dick smashed into his mouth while
my tears made a puddle on the sheets.

"WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!"  Sharper and faster they were coming now, leading
me to stop the jerking sobs and just let out a constant shrill moan.
"EEEEOOOOHHHHH!!!!" I screeched at the top of my lungs while I continued to
smash my bald groin into his beard-scratchy face.

Again, all I can say is that I felt like lightening was going through me.
My little cocklet and in fact my entire midsection started bucking so
wildly I could barely keep contact with him.  I was riding a rocket to the
moon!  It was to die for.  If there was lightening going through me then I
was screaming like thunder.  "GrrrAHH!  GrrrAHH!  GrrrAHH!  Fyykkk, hmmph,
yykkk!"  Once again I had to stop to grab air.  And I felt that build
starting again and coming on stronger.

"WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!"  Still came his relentless wailing on my tight
little bubble butt.  It became so intense I almost felt like I was
experiencing it while at the same time watching it from a distance.  My
brain circuits were all crashing into one another.  But then... then I did
feel something really building.  Despite the random crazy rhythm of being
wracked with sobs, my naked body writhing around on top of his and the
jolts from each hard spank, something ferocious started to build slowly and
continuously in me.  Harder and harder, stronger and stronger.  Oh fuck, oh
fuck!  I think I was going to explode!

"Uhhh..."

"Uhhh..."

"EEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"  It was an animalistic cry.  I felt like my little
boy hard-on was exploding in all directions as I started shooting out my
boyjuice right into Uncle Ray's waiting mouth!  It was too much to think
about – too much to believe!  I was actually being sucked off!  At age
13!!!  Actually CUMMING right into someone's MOUTH!!!  And FUCK! it was my
UNCLE'S mouth!  My BIG, macho, hunk of an UNCLE!!!!

"SSSSHHHIIITTTT!!!" I screamed at a volume and high pitch beyond belief as
I emptied my boyload into him.  I could actually feel him swallowing!!!  OH
FUCK!!!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!!!!!

Then I felt his big hand tightly grip both cheeks, digging his fingers into
my spongy flesh, still squeezing and making me crazy.  As I continued to
scream and spasm into his mouth, I felt his body jerking around as he
started screaming those same "Mm-Hmm!" sounds into my hairless 13-year-old
crotch.

"AAAHHH!!!  AAAHHH!!!  AAAHHH!!!" I screamed, with each throb and mighty
boy flexing of my raging boner.  Oh Fuck!  Finally, I started to slow down
and just collapsed on top of him.  I'm not sure how he could breathe but I
didn't care – or rather, was too wrapped up in my crazy orgasm to think
about it.  I noticed him jerking about a bit more as he made his mad little
shouts into my hairless center.  Then he came to rest as well.  Along with
his hand, I noticed a wet feeling on my butt – on my back even.  Did
he???  Oh FUCK!!!

He shoved me up in the air and off of him, almost taking my breath away.
Then he struggled to recover his.  I saw that his underwear were off.
There was cum on his cock, his stomach, his hand, and my back apparently.
"You got cum on my butt," I said breathlessly.  I don't know why I said
that of all things.  I guess part of me wanted him to do something about
it.  Part of me wanted to say out loud what just happened – not just
that he had sucked me off but that I had made him cum in the process.  I
sighed, still reveling in all the amazing, unbelievable feelings; still
coming down from the crazy sexual high, my 10-year-old-sized ass still on
fire.

He got off the bed and picked his underwear up off the floor.  He used them
to wipe my back.  I turned to make sure he got my butt too, which he did
gingerly.

"You better go to bed now," he said, staring at the floor.  I was shocked –
felt like I had been slapped in the face.  Surely, after all this, I
thought I would fall asleep with him.  "I...I wanted to sleep here," I
stammered, my boy behind still burning and my head still spinning, trying
to process a million things at once.  "Well you can't," was all he said,
gruffly.  "But...but...," I started.  "No BUTS!" he yelled, "Get to BED!"

With my eyes again welling up with tears I practically ran to my room,
slamming doors behind me as I went.  I threw myself on the bed and sobbed
loudly.  "Fuck!" I thought to myself, "is this how every night in this
awful house is going to end – with me crying?"  And I cried for the same
things as the night before – for my lost summer – my friends, my
family, my dignity.  My life seemed so fucked-up.  It's not fair!!!

"Jesse," I heard his voice as I saw the light coming in from the hall as
the door opened.  "What?" I said angrily, stifling my tears.  I had been
crying for a few minutes and was about all cried out anyway.  "It's not
your fault," he started," it's just... none of this stuff should have
happened."  "But you liked it," I countered.  "Yeah, but I shouldn't have,"
he replied.  "It ain't right.  First of all, I ain't gay, and second of
all, you're a boy."

"I ain't gay either," I said, "but it was..."  "It was what?" he asked.
"It was nice havin' my dick sucked," I said.  It was the truth.  "Oh fuck;
oh shit!" he cried, "don't SAY that, I mean, don't ever say that out loud!"
"Why not?" I asked, "you did—" "I know what I did," he interrupted, "I
just don't... I mean, hearing it said out loud makes it more real.  I'd
like to keep it in my head as something like a dream."  (That was actually
pretty insightful for my thug of an Uncle.)  "Me too," I said after I
thought a moment, "that's why I kept you from talking about it when you got
home today."  "Yeah well," he answered, "you didn't talk about it but you
made sure it happened again, didn't you?"  "I can't help it.  I liked it,"
I said.  It was the truth.

He sat down on my bed.  He was wearing a clean pair of white briefs and
nothing else.  He spoke again: "None of this would have happened if Wanda
were still here."  I wanted to ask him about that but was afraid to.  He
looked over at me.  Despite all the pleasure he had given me, I was still
mad – I still felt rejected at being kicked out of his bed – a
rejection my fragile 13-year-old psyche could little handle having just
been kicked out of the house by my father, with a sick mother at home.  I
just gave him a mean stare and then looked down.  Part of me wanted to feel
sorry for him but I was still too mad.

"What do you want?" he said.  "What do you mean?" I asked.  "What do you
want so we can wind this up and get some sleep?  I have to get up in the
morning."  ("Oh, so it's all about YOU and your SLEEP," I thought to
myself.  But I didn't say it out loud.)  "You could try saying that you're
sorry," I said.  "For WHAT?" he exclaimed, "you wanted it as much as I did
– you egged me on tonight!"  "NO, not for THAT!" I cried.  That was
awesome, but then...  I didn't' want to say it `cause it sounded so wimpy –
but I had to: "You kicked me out of your bed" I said softly.  I kept my
face down, tears welling up into my eyes again.  "You could say `sorry' for
that," I said louder, tears burning my eyes now.

"Oh, that," he mumbled, "Well I don't say that word."  "Well maybe that's
why your wife left!" I yelled.  I didn't care.  I started to even cry again
– right in front of him.  I didn't care about that either.  "You got a
lot of balls to say that to me," he said quietly when I stopped crying
after a minute.  "Thing is," he continued, "you're right.  FUCK, you're
absolutely right!"  For the first time, I did actually feel sorry for the
big lug.  "Do you want her back?" I said tentatively.  "More than
anything," he said, and did I notice a catch in his voice?  "Then maybe you
should learn," I said.  "I don't know how," he answered.  "You could
practice on me!" I cried.  "Practice?" he said.  "Yeah," I answered,
"practice talking, apologizing, saying nice things.  It could help.
Frankly," I said, with a wisdom beyond my years, "it would help me too.  I
don't know if you noticed it or not but I'm kinda having a hard time here –
terribly sick mother, and then a dad who abandons me to a stranger."

He said nothing for a moment, then, "Yeah," he replied, "you have it bad –
you've got a right to be pissed about your life."  But that's all he said.
Then after a few seconds he slowly got up and went to the door.  "Good
night, Jesse," he said softly before closing the door behind him.  I just
laid there, thinking with the light still on.

It couldn't have been more than two minutes when I heard a soft knock on my
door.  "Come in," I answered.  Uncle Ray came and sat on the bed, turned so
he was facing me.  I sat up.  I was still naked and on top of the covers.
He just sat there looking at me for a good minute, then, "I... I..."
(c'mon, Uncle Ray, you can do it) "I'm s...sorry," he finally blurted out.
He sighed with relief and almost had a smile on his face.  "See, it didn't
kill you, did it?" I said.

His smile grew a bit, then he reached out and got me under the armpits.  He
pulled me to him then lifted me up.  We went right to his bed with him
lying down on his back and me on top of him, still chest to chest.  I slid
down him a bit so my head was on his chest.  He had one hand rubbing my
back and the other caressing my little boy butt.  "I don't want any more
arguments," I said, softy but firmly, "this is where I sleep from now on."
His answer was to squeeze me and give me a kiss on top of the head.  I
melted into him, and within minutes, was sound asleep.

COMING SOON: Chapter 4 (Conclusion) – THE SEDUCTION

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