Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2011 19:24:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Charles part 6

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Uncle Charles part 6

The sun was shining when I woke up.  Kris was already up and I could smell
coffee brewing.  I climbed out of Kris's big fluffy bed, and put on my
shorts.  My ass and thighs were really hurting, and it was difficult to
walk.  I found Kris outside by his truck, loading and unloading tools, his
muscles flexing and straining as he moved.  Wearing his usual shorts and
work boots, I watched him work, admiring his body in motion.  He moved
towards a storage building, with a large saw mounted on a table.  It was
already getting hot, and I could almost see the sweat forming on his
back. I followed him, moving much slower, my legs almost refusing to bend.
Kris emerged from the room and when he saw me, I grit my teeth and tried to
move like nothing was wrong.

"Just where do you think you're going?"  Kris asked concern in his voice.
He came up to me and knelt by my side.  Gently lifting the legs of my
shorts, he turned to examine my wounds.  "Ouch, this doesn't look good,
come on buddy, let's go back in the house."  Kris carefully picked me up
and carried me back to the bedroom.  He stopped at the bed and began to
look around, a strange look on his face.  I looked at the bed and saw red
where I had been sleeping.  Touching my thighs, I brought my hand up to
see, there was blood on it.  I began to panic, and started squirming in
Kris's arms.  "SH, SH," he coo'd to me, holding me tight.  "It's alright,
don't worry.  I think they're just raw and maybe bled a bit last night.
Kris set me down and ripped the comforter off the bed and then scooped me
back up and lay me down.  He helped me remove my shorts, which he tried to
hide from me, but I saw the blood on them.  He retrieved a warm cloth and
began to blot the wounds.  I cried out in pain and he stopped.  Kissing my
head, he told me not to move, that he'd be right back.  I heard him run
outside and call for his mom and dad.  My legs were really hurting, I
wanted to get up, but the pain made that impossible.  I heard Kris talking
to someone as he came back.  I heard him telling whoever he was with him,
about me and why I was there.  I heard the other person speak:

"Oh yes, Bob's son, what happened?"  Kris was giving him a very quick
overview when they entered the room.  I looked to see Kris's father coming
into the room, and saw his eyes widen when he saw me lying there.  Kris
went on to show him the cream he'd applied last night, then go on to say
this is how I was this morning.  Kris sat on the bed by my head and rubbed
my back, quickly, calmly, introducing his dad to me, telling me it'd be
alright.  Kris's dad came up and gently began examining me.  "Hi, Jimmy,
remember me?"  He asked looking at me.  I nodded, tears filling my eyes.
Kris's dad was as gentle as Kris was, both with his words and his touch.  I
now knew who Kris learned it from.  "It looks like some blood blisters
formed and then popped last night," he dad said to Kris.  "You know... I
just don't know.  Where's your mother?"  He turned looking out the bedroom
door.  As if on cue, I heard another person coming in the apartment.  A
very pretty lady, much younger than my mom came into the room and Kris's
dad turned to her and ushered her quickly back out.  I could hear them
whispering in the hall, but didn't understand what they were saying.  Kris
stayed with me, moving me up so that I now lay with my head in his lap,
Kris rubbing my head and neck.  When Kris's parents came back in the room,
I saw them both look at how Kris was holding me and I became uncomfortable
and tried to move.  Kris, bent over and pressed his bod against mine,
whispering for me to not move.  When I stopped struggling, he sat back up
but continued to rub my back from my shoulders to just above my crack.  I
looked to see it his parents had any reaction to this, but only saw concern
in their eyes.  Kris introduced his mom to me, as Mrs. Skinner and she
smiled sweetly:

"Now none of this 'Mrs.' Nonsense, Jimmy, you just call me Linda.  Now let
me take a look here," and she came close and began to examine my legs and
butt.  She asked her husband to run to the house and fetch her 'kit'.
Kris's dad left right away.  Linda then re-wet the cloth and touching my
face, said she needed to clean the area and she was sorry but it was going
to hurt.  She told me to grab onto something, and that she be as easy as
she could.  I threw my arms around Kris's waist and pulled myself as close
to him as I could, my arms locking around him like a vise.  I froze when
Kris, put his lips on my head.

"Sh, sh, just hold on tight, my mom's a nurse, she's going to make you
better."  He finished with a small kiss.  I don't know if his mom saw this
or not, my eyes were shut tight.

I felt her soft fingers touch my butt, and then searing white hot pain as
she started cleaning the area.  My grip around Kris's waist getting tighter
as she continued, her voice soft and loving as she apologized for the pain.
Kris, bent over, as if he was trying to shield me, my face buried in his
crotch.  His softly spoken words lost amongst my cries, I felt something
wet, dripping onto my back. Linda continued to clean, working from my butt,
down my thighs.  It really only took minutes, but to me it seemed like
hours.  I remember her blowing softly across the area and how her breath
seemed to lessen the pain.  I lessened my grip on Kris, and lifted my head.
His shorts were wet from my tears and long strands of drool connected my
mouth with his shorts.  I looked up to see that Kris's eyes were wet, and
realized it had been his tears that I had felt on my back.  With his hand,
he stroked my head, and guided it back to his lap.  Commenting on how brave
I'd been, his voice cracking.

His dad returned with his mother's kit and she began to apply a cool liquid
that stung a bit, but she told me it would stop any infection.  She handed
Kris the brown bottle and a stack of gauze pads, instructing him on how and
when to apply more.  She said she'd check in on me later and rubbed my back
before she left.  Kris's dad left with her and again I could hear them
softly speaking in the other room.  After she left the apartment, Kris's
dad returned and after rubbing my back asked Kris if they could speak.  I
let go and Kris promised he'd just be in the other room and would be right
back.  I nodded and turned my head away, not wanting to look at his dad.

I lay there and relived the last two days, as Kris told his dad exactly
what had happened and why I was here with him.  I heard Kris's dad say
quiet loudly; "That's just bull shit."  They continued to talk for a few
minutes, and then I heard Kris making a phone call.  I soon realized he was
speaking to my uncle.  I heard him telling him about my problem, and that
his mom said I'd be fine in a day or two.  I heard him give directions to
his apartment and say that he'd see him later.  Kris's dad left and Kris
retuned to me.  "Hey handsome, are you hungry?"  I said I wasn't but he
insisted I try and eat some soup his mom was making.  When he brought in
the soup, I did eat some, but I just wasn't hungry.  Kris gave me a pill
his mom had given him to give to me and then lay me back into his lap and I
was soon asleep.

I don't know what time it was when I woke up, but I was alone in the bed.
I felt kind of woozy, the room was moving.  I was about to call for Kris,
when I heard him talking to someone.  I was in and out, a wake some times
and dozing off others.  I realized my dad and uncle were there, and soon
saw them coming into the room, followed by Kris. I don't remember much
about their visit, but know they spoke to me.  The next few days were much
the same, one big blur.  I remember brief flashes of consciousness, Uncle
Charles and dad talking in a weird language.  Kris's mom, with her sweet
voice, I couldn't understand her either but her voice calmed me.  Then
there was Kris, always there when my eyes would open, holding me.  The
images I remember of him more prevalent than any of the others. It was
still foggy, but I remember him making me eat and drink.  Of him helping me
to stand at the toilet, and then holding my dick so I could pee; in the
shower, washing me. Of him giving me these pills that made me feel tingly
all over.

I was groggy; my head felt funny, I knew it was day time for the sun was
shining.  The room was cool and the shades were drawn.  I could make out
voices in the next room.  I slowly moved and put my feet on the floor.  My
legs were wobbly and I clutched the bed for support.  I took a step and
nearly fell, my legs not wanting to work right; I stumbled forward and
caught the door frame.  I was dizzy; my eyes seeing the room spin, I
covered my eyes with my hand.

"Whoa there," Kris said, his hands suddenly holding me up, "where do you
think you're going?"

I thought for a minute, "Um, I don't know, somewhere I guess."

"Yeah, right back in bed," he said trying to pry my hand from the door
jamb.

"Where am I," I asked uncovering my eyes, the sun light streaming in
through the windows, causing me to squint.

"Right where you've been for the last three days, with me," Kris said,
kneeling, stroking my face.  I looked past him, and saw Uncle Charles
standing there a concerned look on his face.

"Hi Unc", I said to him.

"Oh my god... It is alive," Uncle Charles said in a funny horror movie
voice.  "How are you feeling little man," moving closer to me.

"Um, I don't know."  I said shaking my head.  I saw Uncle Charles glance at
Kris.

"I told his dad.  My mom had a doctor friend, from the hospital come by to
check him.  He gave mom some pain killers to keep him knocked out for a few
days, so these," pointing at my thighs and butt, "would have a chance to
heal."

"I slept for three days," I asked.  Kris nodded.

"Well, not all the time, but most of it," he said.  Kris steadied me as we
went to the living room and sat on the couch, Uncle Charles sitting across
from Kris and me.

Uncle Charles explained that my mom was still in the hospital, and
explained she'd had a break down.  He went on to say that everyone was
worried about me, and hoped I'd come back home soon.  As he said this I
felt Kris's body tense.  I was still woozy and my mind was drifting in and
out.  I could hear him talking but wasn't really paying much attention.
Not because I didn't want too, but I just couldn't.  He eventually left,
giving me a big hug and telling me he loved me.  I gave him a kiss and
stood in the doorway watching Kris walk him to his car.  The rest of the
day was getting better.  My mind was clearing, I could focus my thoughts,
and the rooms stopped spinning.  I had put on some shorts, and was hanging
around outside with Kris, as he worked in this workshop behind his
apartment.  Later he let me see with a mirror, my wounds.  My butt was
still red, but the welts were nearly gone.  Kris pointed to my thighs and I
could see four scabbed marks on each side.

"Mom, did all she could for these," he said, "It looks like they are going
to leave a scar."  I stood looking at them for a long time.  Not really
thinking about anything, my mind was blank.  Kris finally made me stop.
"Are you hungry?"

I spent the next two days with Kris at his apartment.  On the sixth
morning, Kris said he had to go back to work on the boat house at my
families cabin.  He told me he understood if I was not ready to go back and
could stay at the apartment if I wanted too.  I decided that I would go
with him, and see how I felt once I was there.  He kissed me passionately
and told me how brave I was.  We loaded his truck with tools and drove the
short distance to the cabin.

The day went by smoothly.  My mom was still away which made it better.  I
helped Kris as much as he'd let me.  It was late in the afternoon; my
family had gone to town to visit my mom.  I was asked if I wanted to go but
I refused.  Uncle Charles didn't go either, saying he was going to lie out
and work on his tan.  I actually laughed when he said this.  It was the
first time in days, I'd laughed.  Kris was finishing up for the day and I
couldn't stop looking at his body.  It had been five days since I cum, and
I was feeling a bit horny.  I was in a lounge chair next to Uncle Charles,
who I thought was sleeping.

"That's one fine looking young man there," Uncle Charles said, his eyes
closed.  Before I realized it I agreed with him.  "I know..."  I said
stopping short.

"Have you two been doing it, while you were over there," he asked me, now
looking at me.

"Just the first night," I said looking at him.  "I was too sick after
that."

"Well, what are you waiting for?  Go over there and drag that fucking stud
inside and get it on."  Uncle Charles was now rubbing his swelling bulge.
"Go on Boy, you need it, he defiantly needs it.  Go on, get him inside and
give him your fucking tight white ass."  He thrust his arm, point at Kris
and then the house.  I stood up and went to Kris.  I looked back at my
uncle and he just motioned for me to get going.

Taking Kris's hand I led him towards the house.  "Where we going," he
asked.

"To my room, there's something I want to show you."  Kris followed me
upstairs and once inside, I turned and unzipped his shorts, leaving his
tool belt on him.  I reached in and since he was going commando, had an
easy time taking his quickly hardening cock out through his fly.  Kris
rotated the tool belt so the large nail pouches were now behind him, giving
me free access to his swollen cock.  Kris asked if I was feeling ok enough
to 'play', and my answer was to swallow his cock down my throat.  As I
sucked, I opened my shorts and since I was also free balling, had my cock
in hand in mere seconds.  I continued to suck and while I did, was able to
remove my shorts completely.

I could feel his cock getting harder, and found his balls almost drawn up
into his body.  His hands holding my head as he thrust his cock in and out.
Pulling back, I replaced my mouth with my hand, slowly stroking him.  "I
don't want you to cum yet," I said, "I need your cock in my ass."

Kris was panting and without removing his tool belt, standing before me was
my naked construction worker.  His cock throbbing to his heartbeat, long
strands of precum dripping from the folds of his skin.  I climbed onto the
bed and took a doggie position; Kris leaned in and started to lick my ass,
his hot tongue stabbing into my hole.  My own cock, now so hard it was
hurting, began to throb.  Kris ate my ass until I was well opened and lubed
with spit, and about to bust my nuts from the feeling alone.

"Well it looks like I got here just in time," Uncle Charles said, walking
naked into my room, his hard black cock leading the way.  "MMM got some hot
white boy ass eating going on in here.  You get his tight hole all loosened
up," he asked Kris, moving up beside him.

"Yeah," Kris said, "he's ready."  Kris spread my cheeks fingering my well
lubed hole.  I felt my uncles cock head against my ass.  Giving one quick
push his cock head ripped into my hole, I groaned with the force.  Kris
moved to kneel in front of me, pushing back on my shoulders, I opened my
mouth and started sucking his waiting cock.

Uncle Charles continued to push himself into me, pressing a hand down on my
back, as his cock slide deeper, finally hitting my sweet spot.  I moaned
with the pleasure I felt.  Kris shoved his cock down my throat; I was
getting rammed at both ends.  Both men began thrusting in and out of me.
This felt like heaven, Kris's beautiful cock making love to my mouth, my
uncle's cock fucking my ass.

"Awe fuck, his ass is so tight, fuck, it's sucking my balls out."  He
grabbed my hips and thrust fully into me; his balls slapping up against
mine as he forced his cock in and out of my ass.  He was grunting like a
wild animal.  "MMM me Mandingo worrier, me fuck little white boy."  Grunt,
grunt, groan; "Oh fuck you little bitch, awe shit, he's squeezing so
fucking tight.  So, you wanna play that game?  OK, bitch. I'm going to fuck
your tight boy cunt till its fucking raw."  Grabbing my hips tighter, his
thrusts became rough and very fast.  His hip slapping against mine, his
guttural moans filling the room.

Kris leaned down and whispered; "Baby, I'm gonna cum," and as I sucked
harder, his nuts emptied down my throat, his hand holding my head, his cock
pistoning in and out.  I sucked until he finished, and he moved under me,
taking my cock into his hot mouth.  Uncle Charles began a side to side
thrusting as he drew closer to cuming.  I looked under me and could see my
cock sliding in Kris's mouth.  I could see his eyes watching the huge black
cock fucking my white ass.  I could see my uncle's legs as he drove his
cock into me.  I came.  A torrent of cum flowed from my cock into Kris's
mouth, his sucking became intense.

Uncle Charles continued his assault on my ass.  His hand spanked my ass.
My mind suddenly full of thoughts from the past week, why it happened now I
do not know, maybe the ass slap, I can't say.  I suddenly lost all will to
be here in this position, doing this.  I released the grip on my uncle's
cock and pulled forward, Uncle Charles almost losing his balance, as he
tried to keep his cock buried in me.

"Come here you little bitch," his hands trying in vain to grab my hips, and
pull me back on his cock.  "ARGH," he groaned in anger.  I watched as he
grabbed his cock and pointing it at Kris's mouth, "Suck me off, NOW."  He
demanded.  I watched as Kris, not really wanting to, took my uncle's cock
in his mouth and began to suck. "OK, OK, yeah right like that.  Oh fuck
hold on boy, gonna shoot."  I could see my uncle's breathing change and his
cock pulsing load after load into Kris's mouth.  I watched as cum seeped
out from around my uncle's cock, coating Kris's face.  I saw my uncle
convulse as his orgasm subsided and he withdrew from Kris's mouth.  Kris
grabbed a shirt or something from the floor; I don't know what it was and
loudly hacked and spit my uncle's load into the cloth.  My uncle smiled,
and then looked at me.  "So what was that all about?"  He scolded me.
Putting his hands on his hips, "Why didn't you let me breed your cunt?"  I
shrugged my shoulders looking directly at him.  "I want an answer young
man, and I want it now," He demanded.

I continued to look at him as he restated his demand for an answer to his
question.  Kris, stood to the side of the bed, understanding expressed on
his face.  I looked back at my uncle, "You," I paused.  "Because you," my
voice cracking.  I cleared my throat and glared into my uncle's eyes,
"Because you FUCKING HIT ME!"  My words reverberated off the walls, almost
creating an echo.  My uncle stood in silence, Kris, smiled.



There it is part 6.  Sorry it took so long guys, hope you enjoyed it.  Keep
sending me your email's, I love every one of them.  More to come soon, so
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Peace, Jimmy