Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 03:00:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: uncle charles part 5

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Uncle Charles part 5

I jumped up hearing his voice, Kris sat bolt upright in the bed covering
his exposed cock.  "Uncle Charles," I gasped, "you're home!  Um, well I can
explain."

"I bet you can, you bad boy.  I thought I told you to back off a bit on
this one?"  His voice stern and commanding.

"You did, but, but I couldn't," I said, lowering my head.

"I see that you little slut."  Uncle Charles crossed the room towards me,
Kris jumping up, standing in front of me.  "This is as much my fault as
his.  If you're going to punish anyone, let it be me." Uncle Charles held
out his hand, and I thought he was going to slap Kris, but he stopped and
held it out for a shake.

"I'm not going to punish him Kris this is just a little game we play.  I
knew the boy liked you the minute I saw him looking at you.  If I didn't
have to get back to the family, I'd let you open his ass up for my Alabama
black snake."  Kris and I both stood stunned that my Uncle just told that
he fucked me.  He shook my uncle's hand and Uncle Charles headed for the
door.  "You boys have about an hour till the family gets back, so you
better get to doing what you were doing.  He then left my room, went to the
room he and auntie were staying in and then he left the house.

Kris turned to face me, his cock deflated and just hanging there.  "Did I
hear him right?  Jimmy Does your uncle fuck you?"

"Yesterday was the first time," I told him.  "I liked it, after it stopped
hurting."

Kris got that sexy smile on his face, "So that's why you're so loose."

"Yeah, yesterday he was real sweet and easy, but this morning after
breakfast, he really fucked me.  Talked dirty to me and, while he fucked me
I... well, yeah I liked it."

Kris cocked his head, "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Well, my dad knows, and he was there when Uncle Charles was fucking me."
I hung my head in shame.  I thought Kris was going to hate me now, but just
the opposite was true.  He grabbed me and hugged me tight.

"Does he have a big cock?"  He asked looking at me; I nodded, using my
hands to show him how big.  "Oh fuck yeah; you think he'd want to fuck me
too?"  I shrugged my shoulders.

We lay back on the bed, and talked about how it felt to get fucked by that
big black cock.  It soon dawned on us that our time was running out fast,
so I went to work and sucked Kris's cock till he came one final time in my
mouth.  We dressed and then cleaned up my room.  We were sitting on the
front porch when the family came home.  Greetings were exchanged by all and
my mom asked Kris if I was had been any trouble.  Kris said I wasn't and
mom and all the girls went inside.  My dad called Kris down, and Uncle
Charles, stayed with me on the porch.  I couldn't really hear what they
talked about, but at one point saw my dad putting his finger on Kris's
chest and heard him say something to him in a mean way.  Kris lifted his
hands and shook his head no, and then pointed to me.  My dad continued to
speak to Kris, when Uncle Charles, leaned to me and said, don't worry, your
dads just reading him the riot act.

"Riot act," I asked. My uncle then explained that my dad was just telling
Kris he better not hurt me, or else.  I saw Kris and my dad shaking hands
and my dad patting him on the shoulder.  They walked on the porch together,
my dad saying everything was OK.  Kris nodded in agreement.

"Just remember your mom's got eyes in the back of her head, so be careful
and don't let her catch on to anything."  He again patted Kris on the back,
"take good care of my son, Kristopher."  My dad then looked at me and
winked and said, "It's all OK, we have an understanding now."  He then
walked into the house, my uncle following him in.

"What he say to you," I asked Kris.

"Not much.  Just told me not to hurt you, or force you to do anything you
didn't want to, and to remember you were just a little boy."  Kris patted
my leg, "Then he gave me his permission to play with you.  Come on, I need
to get home.  Walk me to my truck."  We walked the short distance to his
truck and after he opened the door, he knelt down behind it and hugged me.
"I really like you Jimmy," he said, and then he kissed me passionately.  He
stood and climbing in, he closed the door.  Reaching out his mussed my hair
and said he'd see me tomorrow.  I stood there and watched as he backed his
big truck around and drove off, his arm waving at me as he did.

Walking back to the house, I heard a commotion inside.  My mom and dad were
arguing.  I heard my mom saying to my dad that something wasn't right.  I
could hear my dad assuring her that she was making more of it than she
should be, and with that he called my name, telling me to come inside.

Walking in, I knew I was in trouble as just my mom and dad were in the
room, looking upstairs, I could see the dark hallway which told me all the
doors were closed.  I walked to my parents and saw my mom holding the light
that Kris had given me earlier.

"I'll give you just ten seconds to explain this Mr." she said pointing at
the light.

"What about it?" I asked.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me.  You'll get a mouth full of soap
and then I'll back hand you into the middle of last week.  Now tell me
where you got it?  Did you make that nice young man buy it for you?"  My
dad tried to say something, but mom gestured at him and he fell silent.
"I'm waiting..."

"No, he gave it to me."  I tried to explain, but she was not having any of
that.

"I am sick and tired of your lying."  Turned to my father she demanded that
he spank me.  To my surprise my dad refused.  My mom then ordered me to get
a switch and return it to her, giving me three minutes to get it done.
Shit, I was getting switched for something I didn't do.  I knew better than
to try and plead my case, and ran outside to try and find a switch that
would satisfy her.

I returned thin maple sapling in hand I handed it to her and stood back.
She approached me and began to lecture me on not lying and not getting
people to buy me things that my parents had forbidden me to have.

"BUT," I began, but her hand across my face told me to shut up, and I did,
tears running down my face.  She grabbed the hair on the back of my head
and yanked my head back.  From behind her, she produced the dreaded bottle
of dish soap and squirted a huge amount into my mouth.  THANK GOD it was
ivory dish soap, not that nasty generic crap.  For an instant, it reminded
me of cum, but her finger being shoved in my mouth as she washed my mouth,
ended that thought.

"Swallow it Mr.," she demanded as she spun me around and grabbing the
switch, yanked down my shorts and proceeded to smack my butt and the back
of my thighs 20 times with the switch.  Not fast mind you, but agonizingly
slow.  When she was done, she ordered me to put on my PJs and go to bed.

"This," she said, picking up the light, "will be given back to that nice
young man tomorrow and you will give it to him and tell him you are sorry
for making him buy it for you.  NOW GO TO BED!  Don't you forget to brush
your teeth!"  I pulled up my shorts, careful not to touch my sore legs and
bum, and then, stupid me, had to make a smart ass comment.

"why should I brush my teeth?  You already gagged me with soap, how much
cleaner do you want them."  Bad move.  Mom, switch still in her hand began
to swing wildly.  My dad stepped in and got control of my mother and
shouted for me to go to bed.  I ran upstairs, but heard my dad say to my
mother, laughing, that I'd got her on that one.  I heard my mother grunt
and then a door slam.

I lay in my room for a while, my ass and legs hurting like hell.  There was
a quiet knock on my door, but I didn't answer.  My door opened and my dad
stuck him head in.  "Jimmy?  May I come in?"  I didn't answer; I just
huffed and turned my head.  My dad came in anyway and sat next to me on the
bed.  "Here son, let's get these off you," referring to my shorts.  "I have
a nice cream that will make you feel better.  Let me put some on you."  He
hooked his hands in my shorts and with my reluctant help, slide them off,
being gentile and not letting anything touch the welts on my bum or thighs.
I heard him suck in a breath when he saw how many and how large the welts
were.  "I'm so sorry baby boy, your mom was mad."

I spun around and looked him in the eye, tears running done my face, "And
that gives her the reason to beat me?"  I growled at him, in the meanest
voice I could muster, snot blowing out of my nose.

"NO, it doesn't."  He said calmly, "but you know how your mother detests it
when you lie to her."  My dad took out his hankie and wiped my nose.

"That's just it dad," I nearly screamed, "I wasn't lying.  Kris gave it to
me.  He saw the stupid poster on my wall and asked where the black light
was for it." I was sobbing now, "I told him mom said they were too
expensive and I couldn't have one.  Then tonight, after we came back with
pizza, he said he had something for me and gave me the light.  THAT'S THE
FUCKING TRUTH."  I cringed, knowing my dad would smack me for saying fuck,
but I didn't care.  I turned away from him and continued to sob.

I'll go to bat for you, but I need to know the truth, if you're lying, tell
me know and I'll make it right."  He laid his hand on my back, but I fought
it off.  I cowered on the far corner of my bed, knees to my chest, welts
rubbing against the blankets on my bed causing me pain, but I didn't show
it.

"why don't you believe me?" I growled at him.  My dad's eyes were wet as he
reached and pulled me back, to lie down.  He gently began smoothing the
cream on my legs and admittedly it did make it feel better.  After I few
minutes, I pushed his hand away and told him I'd do it, to go and leave me
alone.  My dad sat there for a few moment and then got up and left.  I ran
to my door and jammed a chair against it so no one could come in.  I fell
asleep to the sounds of my mom and dad arguing.

The next morning, everyone in the house knocked on my door trying to get me
to come out.  Even my mom tried, saying she was sorry she got so mad.  I
finally heard my Uncle telling my dad talking in the back yard. My uncle
said that it was better to leave me alone for now, and I'd come out as soon
as I was ready.  My dad commented that he hoped I was still up there and
hadn't run away.  I let them know I was still there, by ripping my poster
off the wall and crumpling it and throwing it at them.  I lay on my bed for
an hour or so, still so mad it was driving me crazy, when I heard Kris's
truck pulling up.  I heard him giving order to the guys, and then talking
to my dad.  The next thing I heard was my mother scream; "OH my god, what
have I done?"  I could hear her crying and I admit it, I felt better and I
reveled in that feeling.  I heard her running up the stairs and jiggling
the door knob trying to get in.  Her voice was panicked and she was
shrieking for me to let her in.  Saying how sorry she was... BLAH BLAH
BALH, too little, too late.  I answered her by throwing my homerun trophy I
won for most home runs in little league last summer at the door, smashing
it into little pieces.  I heard her go back down stairs sobbing, calling
for my dad to break the down the door.  I stood defiant in the middle of my
room staring at the door, proud of myself.  I heard a commotion out back
and peeked out the curtains to see what was going on.  I saw my aunt and
uncle taking my hysterical mother around front, and thought I heard a car
drive off.  I saw Kris telling my dad something and then storming off to
his truck.  Next thing I heard was a bump outside my window. I moved back
and grabbed another trophy to defend myself.  I saw a shape form on the
other side of the curtains, then a soft knock on the wall.

"Hello," came a familiar voice, may I come in?"  Kris parted the curtains
and peered into my darkened room.  As he climbed in, I ran to him, hugging
him so hard I nearly pushed him out the window.  "Hey, hi there, are you
OK," his voice full of concern.  I just started sobbing, telling him of
what happened, I was talking so fast, I began to hyper ventilate.  I
couldn't breathe; I was gasping for air but couldn't breathe.  Kris yelled
out the window to get him a paper bag, screaming NOW GOD DAMN IT!

Within seconds, there was a knock at the door.  Kris had been holding my
near limp body in his arms.  He went to the door and forcefully kicked the
chair away, the door began to open, but Kris blocked it with his foot.
Someone slid a bag through the door, which Kris took and quietly told who
ever to stay there.  He crossed the room and laid me on the bed.  I didn't
want him to put me down, but I couldn't make my arms work.  He cradled my
head in his lap and held the bag over my mouth and nose, cooing to me to
relax and just breathe, his free hand rubbing my convulsing chest.

After a short time, my breathing returned to normal.  Kris held me in his
arms; "Shhh, it'll be ok buddy."  He would kiss my head and press his face
to mine.  I must have fallen asleep, because when I next opened my eyes,
Kris was kneeling picking up the pieces of my shattered trophy. My door was
open and a gentle breeze was flowing through my room, across Kris, moving
his hair.  I moaned, my head hurt.  Kris Looked over and immediately came
to my side.  "He's awake, Mr. Bob."  He called out.  I looked at Kris,
anger on my face.  "Sh, sh, it's ok, you're dads really worried about you.
Just let him see you're ok."  Kris stroked my forehead, and as my dad was
climbing the stairs, he quickly kissed me.

My dad came in, his eyes red, I knew he'd been crying.  I turned my face
away, but Kris gently turned it back to see him.  Kris didn't say anything,
but by his face I knew to just do it.  I listened as my dad spoke to me.
Saying how sorry he was for all that happened last night.  He said he knew
I was mad and would be mad for some time to come.  He said he and Kris had
talked, and that he had asked Kris to take me to his place for a couple of
days.  He said it would be good for me to get away and clear my head and
sort things out.  He asked if I'd like to do that.

"What about mom," I asked softly, my head throbbing.

"Well, son, your mom's not feeling well, your uncle and aunt are took her
to the hospital, to see the doctor.  I'm sure she'll be ok in a few days.
Why don't I pack a few things for you and then Kris can take you to his
place."  I told my dad, no, that I'd do it myself.  "Well I'll wait down
stairs for you, is that ok?"  I nodded yes and he turned to leave.

Kris leaned down and whispered to me that he'd be right back. He got up and
followed my dad, partly closing the door behind him.  I could hear them
talking.  Dad was making sure Kris was OK taking me foe a few days, which
he was.  I could hear my dad crying, and Kris comforting him, assuring him
I would be better in a few days.  It hurt me to hear my dad crying, and
that made me sad, I loved him so much.  I heard Kris say excitedly, to my
dad, "Oh that'd be great, no I won't say anything."  Then he came back in
the room.

I packed a small bag with some cloths, and Kris asked if I was ready.  I
said I was but asked about working on the boat house.  Kris said there is
always tomorrow, and taking my shoulder, lead me out of my room and down
the stairs.

My sisters were waiting in the living room, looking a sullen and sad. They
came up to me, Kris, moved slightly as if to block them, but let them come
to me.  They expressed how sorry they were, I thought they were being
sincere until the oldest one added, "but see that what you get for lying so
much," to which the next oldest agreed.  "Now moms in the hospital and you
have every body's life all crazy.  Mom and dad need to send you to the
naughty boy's school."  Before the other could respond, Kris stepped in and
told them that was enough, and moved between me and my sisters.  My dad
came in the house and ordered the girls to their room.  My dad apologized
and knelt in front of me.

"Is it ok if I ask you for a hug?"  I grabbed my dad and hugged him tight.
He again said he was sorry for everything, and when he pulled back, I
kissed him and said I loved him.  "See you in a couple days son," and he
hugged me again.

The ride to Kris's apartment was very quiet.  I sat next to him as I had
the night before. I wrapped my arms around him as we drove along and he
held me tight.  When we got to his place, he slung my bag over his shoulder
and scooped me into his arms and carried me inside.

He laid me on his bed and put my stuff in his dresser. Coming back to me,
he began to undress me.  "Can I see where your mom hit you," he asked
slipping my t shirt off.  I nodded, and he very carefully removed my
shorts, helping me roll over.  Kris made a similar sound to that of my dad
the night before.  He kissed my back and told me he had something that
would make me feel better.  He retrieved a container from his bathroom, and
I could read the label, Tiger balm.  He opened the container and I could
smell a medicine smell.  He told me this might sting, but it wouldn't for
long.

His hands felt good on my injuries.  He lovingly massaged the balm into my
sores and when he was finished, he pulled me up and held me.  He was only
wearing shorts and his boots, but I asked him to take it all off.  Kris
looked at me a second and then smiled that smile I like and removed his
clothing.  He lay back down and I crawled up on him and as he held me I
fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was lying on top of Kris who was sleeping.  I could feel
his hard cock pressing against my hole.  I spit on my hand and spread it on
my hole and on Kris's cock head.  Pressing back I felt the head of his cock
slide into my hole, I tensed with the pressure, but when I looked up at
Kris's face I relaxed and his cock slipped in, I groaned as his cock
throbbed, slipping in deeper.  Kris's arms snaked around my back, his eyes
opened, and he smiled.  "MMM, what a way to wake up," Kris breathed.  His
hands slid down my back and held my hips.  He lifted me to a squat
position, "you're in control baby, you ride me however you want."

I put my hands on his lower abdomen and use this as leverage.  I slid my
ass up and down on his cock, the feeling of him in me again was the
medicine I needed to ease my pain and help me forget, if only for a short
time, what had happened.  I tossed my head back, as I fully sank his cock
into my boy ass, his cock hitting that special sopt deep in my ass, making
my cock throb, a large gob of precum dripping from my cock and landing on
Kris.  He wiped it up and licked it from his fingers.  Putting his hands
back on my hips, Kris pressed his head back into the pillow beneath his
head.

"Oh shit buddy, I'm gonna cum," Kris moaned, his cock swelling.  I felt
Kris give a big thrust, shoving his cock fully in me, again hitting that
special place.  My cock erupted, spraying my boy juice all over Kris's
chest and face, his cock erupting deep in my ass, his hips making quick
thrust as he came.

My sense of pleasure was soon replaced with a burning in my thighs and on
my cheeks.  I winced in pain and fell forward, collapsing onto Kris's
chest, his cock falling from my ass.  I could feel some of his cum leaking
out running over my balls.  Kris slid his hands down my back and gently
rubbed my cheeks and thighs.  I thought It would hurt, but his touch was
soothing.  I nuzzled my head under his chin and closed my eyes.  I felt
protected.  I felt, loved.  "I... I love you." I whispered.

"I know you do."  Kris said, kissing my head.  We lay like that, till sleep
took me again.

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