Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 11:20:31 EST
From: Linksysdon@aol.com
Subject: UNCLE CARL'S CABIN, PART 3

I didn't get to see Uncle Carl except at breakfast that morning. He and my
Dad were going to work on the boat to fix that gas problem we had made
up. I wished so hard I could just run out of bed with no clothes on and
kiss him in front of everybody. I'd make him lay me on the table with all
the breakfast on it and suck me off and lick my ass like he did
yesterday. I'd watch my brother and Mom and Dad stare at us as he sucked me
and I'd show them how I looked when I came in his mouth.

Instead, we went up to the neighbor's cabin to play badminton. It was
actually fun once I got over not being able to hide somewhere with Uncle
Carl. They had a cute dog, too, but it kept sniffing at my crotch, which
was totally embarrassing.

They made homemade Chinese food for lunch that I thought was really
excellent, and I noticed that they had a phone. I got an idea. I asked if I
could call a friend of mine who wasn't able to come to the cabin with us,
and even though my Mom didn't like it, they said yes. So I called Uncle
Carl's cell phone number. I hope he'd pick up but he didn't.

I turned my back and moved a bit farther away so no one could hear what I
was saying. I left a long sexy message, whispering, "I love your cum, I
want you to fuck my cock and ass with your tongue and please make me come
at least ten times, and stuff like that. And I told him I wanted to suck
him like he sucked me, and take his cum into my mouth. I was getting so hot
saying everything my cock started getting hard. I knew it would show if I
let it keep getting harder, so I had to hang up, pretending I was still
talking to my friend.

After my dirty phone call it almost felt like we had done it together, so I
felt better. After playing with the neighbor's dog some more, it was time
to go. We picked some flowers for our cabin on the way home. I had an
argument with my brother walking home but that was okay. That way, I could
walk by myself and think about Uncle Carl. I kept thinking about his cock
when I made him come in the boat. I wanted to do it again. And I wanted to
do the things I'd said on the phone, too.

When we got back, Uncle Carl wasn't there. Dad said he had gone fishing to
see if he could catch something for our dinner. He didn't take the boat,
although Dad said it was running fine after they had worked on it a bit. I
was so depressed. I didn't know where Uncle Carl had gone or I would run
off and see if I could find him. But I couldn't anyway. Mom told us we had
to clean up our bedrooms and sweep up the sand on the floor and
everything. My brother was mad, but I decided to make some good points and
just did it. That way I wouldn't think about Uncle Carl so much, either. It
didn't work, though. That broom handle felt a bit like his cock in my
fingers.

Uncle Carl didn't catch anything, but he didn't seem to mind. He said he
had started too late anyway, and he might try again tomorrow morning. He
gave me a little look, and my stomach flipped. I knew he was sending me a
signal for us to meet again and I almost started acting silly it made me so
happy. But instead, I set the table for supper and helped Mom make
pirogues.

After dinner, we sat and played cards. I didn't know how to play crib very
well, but Mom and Dad and Uncle Carl said I could play anyway so that I
could learn. I sat across from Uncle Carl and during the first hand, I
slipped my flip flop off and reached out to touch him with my foot. He gave
me almost a dirty look, but I pretended not to notice. I kept rubbing his
foot with mine, slipping my big toe in between his toes. He held my toes
with his like they were fingers and stroked the top of my foot with his big
toe. Then he started sliding his foot up my leg.

I got so excited I dropped the cards and blushed like crazy. As I picked
them up I could see the big lump in the front of his pants. He had a hard
on! That made me feel even better. I sat closer to the table and carefully
slid my foot onto his knee. I didn't want Mom and Dad to notice
anything. It actually made me more excited that they were sitting right
there talking without knowing I was rubbing Uncle Carl's thigh with my bare
foot. He slumped a little in his chair and I could feel his pants against
my foot. I was touching the lump of his cock!

I could feel the heat in my toes even through his pants. It was a hot, hard
spot on the front of his pants and I squeezed it with my toes. I almost
moved too much, so I coughed to make it look like something else. My cock
was feeling pretty wild about doing this. I just wanted to climb under the
table and suck him right through his pants!

Uncle Carl and Mom were winning, leaving me and Dad way behind on the crib
board, so Uncle Carl kept wiggling around like he was excited about
winning. That let me press even harder on his cock with my foot, and I
thought I could even feel it getting slippery inside his pants. I bet it
was!

The next hand came, and while Mom dealt, I felt Uncle Carl's warm foot
sliding up my leg. I slumped a bit too, hoping he would find me. I sat up a
bit to loosen the legs of my shorts and then eased down so he could reach
the right spot. He carefully and slowly moved his heavy foot up my leg
until it was on my chair between my legs. He started rubbing his big toe up
and down against my penis. I was certain my face was getting totally red
with excitement, but he didn't stop.

We kept playing, and I kept missing points. I couldn't concentrate while
his toe was making my cock feel so crazy. He shoved his toe hard against
the head of my boyhood. Oh my God, that felt fantastic. It was almost like
he was jacking me through my shorts. I let me hand drop under the table and
pulled the leg of my shorts aside. Now there was only my underpants between
my cock and his toe. Then Mom got up to get us some drinks and we both
almost fainted with fright. As soon as she was sitting again, he moved his
foot back to my chair and I almost sat down right on his toe.

He moved his toe up and down, rubbing it against my cock. I wanted so bad
to just get down under the table and suck his delicious cock, but I
couldn't move. I had to keep playing. Dad and Mom were making some jokes
about playing strip poker together and that made me even more horny,
imagining Uncle Carl naked, his big cock waving under the table. He wiggled
his toe further into me, pushing my shorts aside and touching my bare cock
and balls with his foot. I never wanted to move again, just sit there
letting him rub me until I spurted my come into his toes.

Dad and I were losing again but I didn't care. I chugged my drink,
imagining Uncle Carl's big cock spilling cum into my mouth. I looked at him
when I put the glass down, and I swear he knew every word I was thinking. I
didn't know what to do. I didn't want to play cards any more but I really
didn't want him to stop rubbing me. When they won the second game, I said I
was getting tired, and maybe I'd get ready for bed. Mom felt my forehead
and said I did feel warm. Uncle Carl sat up, quickly taking his foot away
from loving my cock and balls.

I was going to stand up when I suddenly remembered that the whole crotch of
my shorts was pulled to one side, showing my white jockeys. That would have
told Mom and Dad too much information, so I reached out and gathered some
of the empty glasses while I scooted my shorts around to look right. When I
walked to the sink, I tried to make my ass look sexy for Uncle Carl but I
don't think it worked. Boys just don't know how to walk sexy the way girls
do. My cock felt so hard I couldn't walk straight. I stood at the sink
washing the glasses, trying to figure out what to do next.

Uncle Carl appeared beside me with the other glasses and put them into the
water. "Good game," he said with a smile.

"Sure, when you're winning," I replied.

"You sleeping in the tent tonight?" he asked. "The meteor showers will
probably show up tonight".

I realized this was a chance for us to meet outside tonight, so I said,
Yeah, good idea!" I liked the plan so much I almost got ready for bed right
away, but it was way too early, so I didn't.

When I went out to the porch to see if any meteors were showing already, my
brother was looking at a book in the big chair by the window. After playing
with Uncle Carl so much, I had cocks on my mind and I looked at his. I was
surprised to see a big lump in his pants. My brother had a hard on! I had
never thought about my brother's cock before but now I did. It looked kind
of big too, judging by the lump I saw. I wondered if he jacked off yet, and
then I knew that he did, because all boys did. Uncle Carl had told me that
when we were coming back in the boat the other day.

I thought about my brother jacking off, and somehow it made me feel
horny. I imagined him pulling on his little cock, and squeezing it, and the
cum shooting out of the end of it. Now I was thinking about sex with my
stupid brother! I was turning into a total pervert from being Uncle Carl's
"boyfriend!" I stood out on the porch, looking up at the stars. The cool
breeze felt good on my burning face, and I wished Uncle Carl was putting
his cock between my lips as I stood there. I closed my eyes and wished his
finger into my anus.

"See anything?" I heard him say. I shook my head. Suddenly I realized it
was really him, and opened my eyes. I felt dizzy, and almost fell
sideways. "Hey!"  he said, grabbing me. "you okay?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "I just had my eyes closed and it made me dizzy." I
leaned against him, loving the heavy warm strength I felt from him. I
glanced down at his pants, but the lump wasn't there at that moment.

"That was a very, very exciting game of crib," he said in a low voice,
looking up at the stars.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "You made me so horny it was crazy." Then I quickly
looked over my shoulder to see if anyone had heard me. We were alone on the
porch, so it was okay.

"Me too," Uncle Carl said. "I think we need to be careful, so we don't do
something stupid and get caught." I didn't like his saying that, but I knew
he was right.

"Well, we have to do it sometime," I told him.

He looked at me and then at the cabin. The lights inside were lighting up
the porch. "It's too light here to see anything," he said, and moved to the
side railing where it was darker. I followed him, my heart pounding.

He turned toward the forest and looked up at the night sky. He told me to
lean backwards against the railing and watch the door to see whether anyone
came out.  When I did that, he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I
just about fainted, I was so scared, to think of him doing that right here
close to everyone.

But he started stroking it, making it big right away. I looked and wanted
to reach out to take it but he told me not to touch him, but just to keep
an eye on the door. I looked at the door, but then right back at his big
cock. He had it in his fingers and was stroking it, pulling the skin up to
the big head and then back again.

"Do you like to look at it?" he asked.

"Uh huh," I said, my cock swelling up in my shorts.

"Do you want to see me come?" he asked, moving his fingers.

"Yes," I whispered, hypnotized by the shiny wet coming out the end of it.

"I love you," he whispered, moving his hand faster.

"I love you too, and I love your beautiful cock," I whispered.

"Oh yeah," he murmured, and went even faster. "Talk to me," he gasped.

"I want you to fuck me in the mouth, I whispered. I want to suck you until
you come in my mouth," I said a little louder.

"Fuck!" he hissed, pulling harder on his cock. I was so excited I felt
dizzy and my cock was swollen like a banana.

"Finger fuck my butt while you lick me," I told him. He didn't say anything
but started jerking himself even faster.

"More," he said, his voice shaking. I moved a bit closer.

"Fuck my hot little ass,? I whispered up at him.

With a quick jerk of his head, Uncle Carl started shooting cum out of his
cock. It shot right over the railing and into the dark below in one, two,
three big spurts. I wanted to rub the hot come on my face and lie in bed
with him, sucking his cock. I glanced at the door to make sure we were
still alone and reached out to touch him. I took some cum on my fingertips
and gently rubbed it on the head of his cock. He hissed his breath in and
let me do it.

Then I pulled my hand away and turned toward the forest. I lifted out the
bottom of my T shirt and put my hand up inside, rubbing his come on my
chest

"Fuck, you're sexy," he moaned to me.

I didn't say anything, just felt his cum making my chest slippery. My cock
felt like it was fighting to get out from under my shorts and trying to cum
in a hot river down my legs. I pressed myself up against the railing so it
pushed on my cock. That felt very good and I carefully moved back and
forth, loving the feeling.

"I'll come to your tent later," he said, tucking his cock into his
shorts. I stood pressing my hot little penis (that's how I was thinking
now!) on the railing, but then I remembered what he said.

"No," I said. "Not there. We have to be somewhere away from the cabin and
the tent."

He turned to face the cabin and nodded. "Yeah, you're right" he said. "I
want you so much I'm not thinking straight. Where?" he said.

"When it's late, like two or so in the morning. Under the trees by the
dock," I said.

"Two O'clock, he said, and went into the cabin.

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