Date: Fri, 04 Jun 2010 06:40:21 -0400
From: zak556@aol.com
Subject: Trent's Update

It was early summer, and my nephew Trent was coming homefrom California. He
was a great looking boy, now 22, thin, curly, ruffled hairand a nice round
butt. Whenever he came to town, he'd spend a few days with mywife and
myself. We always had a great time, chatted, went to movies anddinner, and
in general just hung out, completely comfortable with the timetogether.

Little did he know I'd always lusted after him. It drove mecrazy to watch
his young boy body running around the house, usually wearing onlyin a pair
of running shorts. He ran daily and it showed in his tight body. Attimes, I
listened at the bathroom door as he showered, wondering.

During the last few months, he'd been dating a girl for the firsttime; the
next thing I knew he'd decided to get circumcised. His dad had electednot
to have Trent or his brother cut even though he was. The opinion
oncircumcision varies and changes from time to time. In Trent's case,
itdefinitely should have been done. His foreskin was extremely tight
andapparently their father had neglected his responsibility to show the
boys howto stretch and loosen the foreskin. The skin was so tight, it
couldn't be pulledback over the head.

The procedure went smoothly for Trent. We chatted on thephone after the
fact and I assured him it was the right choice, that hecertainly wouldn't
regret it. A couple days later at work, he bumped it andstarted
bleeding. Being alone in California, he put himself in a cab and rushedto
the hospital.

They fixed it and told him to stay a bed for couple days toallow the
incision to heal. He did and recovered fine.  I thought often about his
newly changedcock, wished I had been there to help him heal and take care
of him and it.

He flew in and we picked him up at the airport, with hugsand welcomes we
took him to our house for a nice visit. My wife had to leavefor an
overnight with one of her sisters leaving Trent and I alone. Thatevening he
and I were in the downstairs family room. I decided to pursue
thecircumcision issue.

"So," I started, "how's that dick of yours these days?"

His eyes grew a little wide with the question. He didn'trespond. We
normally didn't talk so frank and open about sex. He knew I wasalways there
if he had a question, but the subject rarely came up.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," I went on, "you know Ilove you and I've
been concerned about what you had to go through withoutfamily to help."

"It was okay," he replied, "I'm a big boy and can take careof myself."

"I know you can," I responded, "but everyone needs a littlehelp from time
to time. So how do you like the new `look'?"

"I have to admit I like the feel and look of it. It's like awhole
new.... Thing."

"I bet it is," I smiled, "that's a man's best friend. Sohow's the sex now?
I assume that's why you decided to get it done."

He didn't respond, kept looking at the television.

"If you'd rather not talk about this with your old uncle, Iunderstand."

"No," he stuttered, "It's not that. It's just...well."

"Go on," I encouraged, "we can talk about anything."

"Well, I did it because we seemed to be heading toward sex.I mean my
girlfriend and me. She'd seen my thing once and I could tell she wasworried
about how tight the skin was and well.... I wondered if she thought thesex
wouldn't be as good. She was more experienced than me."

"Keep going," I pushed.

"I'd been thinking about it since my brother had his done. Imuscled the
courage, made the appointment, and went through with it. Thehardest part
was being naked for the doctor and nurse and laying so completelyexposed on
the table."

"Yes I can imagine that was hard for you. Guys don't mindletting other guys
catch a glimpse of their stuff, but with a crowd in anoperating room, it
could be a bit unnerving."

"To make a long story short," he went on, "she only thoughtof me as a
friend and wasn't interested in sex with me anyway. Boy, did I feellike a
fool."

"Oh God," I groaned. "Women can be bitches, literally. I'mso sorry to hear
that. I'm sure another will come along. You're a great lookingguy and once
you connect, you'll see it was all worth it."

"But," he stammered, looking away from me, "I'm 22 and avirgin. How
pathetic is that?"

"Don't let time or age worry you," I added. "We all getthere in time. You
will too. Have you jacked off with your new plumbing yet?"

He groaned. "Don't want to talk about it if you don't mind."

"Come on," I pushed, "tell me."

"I've never...you know...did it."

"Never," I quizzed.

"Never," he spouted with obvious frustration. "Can't seem tomake it work."

I sat there wondering how to respond, what to do. "Can Ihelp?"  I waited
through the unending silence.

"Help? How," he whispered.

Well," I went on, "you'll have to trust me and be totallyhonest. And, this
stays between you and I. No one, and I mean no one must knowthat I helped
you through this. Understood? I'll do it because sometimes we allneed a
little help."

"Yes," he answered, a hint of hope in his voice.

"Okay," I started, " have you looked at porn either inmagazines or on your
computer?"

"I have," he reluctantly shared. "I get hard all the time. Iknow how it's
supposed to work. I've stroked it till it was red and just can'tget there."

"Has anyone tried to do it for you? Your girlfriend? Yousaid she'd seen
your dick."

"That was only once," he replied. "And that's as far as itwent. And, no, no
one has tried to do it for me."

"Well," I continued, trying to mask my excitement and thebulge in my
pants. "If you're willing, I'll give it a try to see if we can getyou
there."

"You would," he gasped.

"Sure thing," I assured him. "You want to try it now?"

He stammered and slowly nodded his head.

"You trust me?" I asked. "And remember I'm only doing thisbecause I know
how frustrated you are and what you're missing out on. You'llfind that
masturbation is a great and private joy in a man's life."

He nodded again with a bit of a smile.

I reached for his belt buckle watching his eyes follow mymovements. "Let's
get these pants off and get started. You just need to layback and relax."

"But," he stuttered. "I've rarely, almost never, been nakedwith another
guy. Especially with my uncle."

"Nothing to worry about," I assured him. "We all got dicks.And we all play
with them."

He put his hands up behind his head as I unfastened his beltand pulled it
and the clasp loose. I hooked my thumbs in the sides of his jeansand boxers
and as he lifted his hips, I pulled them down and off.

There was his newly modified cock, which was alreadyresponding to what was
coming. Both of us watched as it grew hard and pointedto the ceiling. The
cut scar circled just below the head, still a brightcrimson.

"Nice," I smiled. "Healed nicely and I'm sure you like the freedomof having
that excess skin gone. Let's get rid of that shirt too."

I pulled his t-shirt off and gasped at the beauty of hisnaked body sitting
next to me. I fought the urge to let him see how much thiswas driving me
crazy, how much I wanted him. I had to maintain the façade thatthis was
all for him, not for me.

"Now you can lay your head back and imagine whatever it isthat really turns
you on, what makes you excited. Picture a room full of nakedgirls begging
for your dick. Fantasy is a key to good sex. They say that aman's orgasm is
10% physical and 90% in his head. And I mean brain-head,
notdick-head. Imagine whatever erotic thoughts that make you hot while I go
towork."

I wondered what he was fantasizing about, a hot, big-boobedslut, or a well
endowed jock. I began by running my hands over his naked skin,his tight
body, over his hairless chest. I could feel and tension, thenervousness. I
circled his dark little nipples with my fingers and watched thempop erect
just like his dick, which throbbed with anticipation. I leanedforward and
with my tongue flicked one nipple then the other. He groaned. Then,I leaned
forward and kissed each one, sucked them hard, pulling them even
moreerect. My hands roamed all over his body feeling the young firm skin
and gentlemuscles, as he moaned louder and louder.

I leaned back and ran my hand down his chest into the blondpubs surrounding
his demanding manhood. The shiny purple head of his nearly seveninch cock
seemed to pulse as I moved closer. His smooth hairless balls hungbetween
his legs, sweet round orbs filled with cum crying to release. I blewlightly
across the cockhead watching it respond with each breath. I let mylittle
finger brush against his virgin dick, push it down, felt the pressure,the
resistance, the hardness. I sensed him begging me for more, his
bodyresponded like a fine-tuned instrument, responsive to every touch.

"Do you know what a blow-job is?" I asked.

He raised his head, opened his eyes. "It's when someone putsa dick in their
mouth, right."

"You got it," I beamed. "And I'm about to do that. Youready?"

He nodded his head and closed his eyes again. I wondered ifI should just
jack rather than blow for the first time; my own lust was drivingme now.

I closed my fingers around his young demanding tool. Andslowly stroked with
just the right pressure all the way up and down the shaft.Trent groaned and
swung his head from side to side. He was so ready for thisexperience. His
whole body felt it, needed it.

I leaned down, closer; and slowly, lovingly, touched thehead with my
tongue. I pressed my warm wet tongue against the hot, smooth skinof the
head. He moaned even louder, moved his hips forward pressing his
new-cutcock against my tongue. I slowly pulled back and replaced the touch
with mylips -- a kiss, a hard-pressed, full lip kiss on the tip of his
virgin cock. Hegroaned and threw his head back farther.

I kissed harder and faster around the head of his cock ashis hips
instinctively pumper forward and back, the natural thrust, theinstinctual
need and desire. I starred at him wild with passion, beyond controland
sucked.

Faster and faster he thrust in and out of my mouth, my lipstight around
this new cock. I loved every second, every movement, every tasteand
sensation.

"Uncle," he moaned over and over as he felt something new,something alive,
something he'd been missing for so long. He pushed and slammedhis dick
deeper and harder, his balls slapping against my chin, his handslocked
around my head, refusing to end or let go. He fucked with a new-foundvigor
and fervor that drove him harder and deeper into his new world of sex
andlust.

I once tried to pull off and prolong the experience, thebeauty of the
moment, but he held tight, refusing to stop or let me go. I lovedit. And
then, his cock thickened, the pulse quickened even harder and I knewthe
moment was near. I pushed hard off his cock, he grunted and opened his
eyesin desperation. I took his hand wrapped it around his cock and started
themotion. He quickly took over, stroking, moaning, tears running down the
sidesof his face and then a low guttural scream ----he exploded.

The first shot actually hit the ceiling, and more and moreerupted out of
his pulsing cock, shot over his chest, his legs, all over me.Shot after
shot rang out of that beautiful prick. More and more, kept coming asif all
this time and cum waiting to happen, happened now. Over and over thethick
white cum flowed out and down his rigid cock. His pubic hair was
almostcompletely covered, his chest streaked with streams of white joy,
puddles ofcreamy cum. The tears continued to run down the sides of his
face. I strokedhis forehead, leaned down and kissed his lips. He grabbed me
and pulled me ontop of him and kissed me back, his tongue plunging past my
lips, jockeying withmy tongue, lost in a passion I knew he'd never know
again.  His first----a moment a guy neverforgets.

I lay with him, on top, next to, as close as space wouldallow, holding him
tight as he recovered. His breathing slowly returned tonormal, his rigid
cock still sticky white with cum began to recede, lay on topof his spent
balls. I ran my hands over him, barely touching, just the tips ofmy fingers
as he purred like a cat, happy, content, fulfilled.

After some time, he slowly opened his eyes and squeaked a barelyaudible,
"again."

I smiled.