Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2011 13:04:06 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: uncle charles part 8

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Uncle Charles part 8


*** "It's been a long night.  Trying to find my way.
     Been through the darkness.  Now I finally have my day.
     I will see my dreams come alive at last.
     I will touch the sky. And they're not gonna hold me back no more.
     No they're not gonna change my mind..."


It was dark when I woke up.  I was against Kris's side, my head on his
chest.  His breathing was soft and natural.  I quietly climbed out of the
soft bed, and went to take a leak.  Sometime after, I found myself sitting
in the dark, on the steps by the front door.  I guess I was trying to make
sense of everything, but so much had happened, I was overwhelmed.  I had
broken almost every rule I was taught and expected to obey.  I had been
savagely beaten by the woman who birthed me.  The same woman I loved as
mother.  She'd always been strict, but not like the way she'd been that
night.  My uncle, always loving and sweet to me; now is sharing his body
with me.  Then hitting me, was this the way of adults I wondered.  Did this
mean that Kris, an adult to me, would soon turn to violence?  My dad, the
man who's seed created me.  The man who I desired to be with, but now
afraid to be with me because of my mother's actions. Why had he and Uncle
Charles allowed my mother to beat me as she had?  Why did they just stand
there and watch this boy, ME, get whipped till he bled?  I sat there,
silent tears rolling down my cheeks, not for me or what I'd been through,
but for them.

  "How long have you been there," I asked staring into the darkness.  I
could now feel Kris's presence behind me."  I felt his warm hands on my
shoulders, and then his firm body, as he sat down behind me, his arms
surrounding my chest, holding me, protecting me.  No, not Kris, I thought.
His hands would never hurt me.  Somehow I knew at that moment that these
hands, his hands would always care for and protect me.  I tried to clear my
mind, surrendering to his gentle touch.  I relaxed and let his spirit
encompass me.

"Since, you came out here.  I wasn't sleeping when you got up.  When you
didn't come back, I followed you.  I figured you needed some space, time to
think, so I just waited, back there in the dark, watching you, making sure
you were ok."  OK?  I thought.  Will I ever be OK?  I felt Kris's face
beside my own.  His fingers wiping my tears, his sweet breath on my ear.

"When I woke up, you were asleep," I told him, turning my head to look in
his eyes.  I do not know how, but I saw them twinkle, I mean it was dark,
no moon, but I saw them twinkle.

"No Pooh Bear, I was just being quiet, watching you dream.  It made me
happy, to see you lying there, peaceful and safe.  I felt you waking up,
but just let you be.  When you left the bed, I heard you pissing, but you
didn't come back.  I got up and followed you here."

"You didn't make a sound, I never heard you."  I said in disbelief.

"Oh I'm sure I did, I think you were just lost in your mind.  A lot has
happened to you the last week.  You needed some alone time.  So I just hung
back and let you be."

"I guess I was out of it.  I don't remember coming out here.  How long have
I been here?"

"Oh better part of two hours," Kris said slowly rubbing my bare chest.

"You stood there for that long?  Why did you wait so long to come out here
with me?"

"Like I said, Pooh, I knew you needed time by yourself to think, to make
things right in your head.  Please don't be mad at me for saying this, but
you're just a little guy, and what you've gone through with your mom, your
family and all, I don't understand how you did it.  I'm older and I don't
know how I'd get through it.  Somehow, I could kind of felt what you were
feeling, almost like I could hear what you were thinking.  So I just
waited.  I would have stood there as long as I felt I needed too, but then,
I just knew.  I could feel you getting lost, slipping away, and I knew you
needed to be found.  So here I am."  He kissed my head, resting his cheek
on my head.

"I'm confused.  I don't know how I am supposed to be feeling.  I can't make
things right in my head.  I'm so fucking scared."

"I know you are, Pooh bear, but you can feel safe with me.  I won't let
anything happen to you."  His arms held me tight.

"I do feel safe with you, even before all this, this, this SHIT, happened.
Remember the day we met, and you and I went swimming?"

"Sure do bud, what a blast."

"OK, remember how you ran with me on your back and did that flip of the
dock?"

"Pretty cool huh?"

"Yeah, I should've been scared, but," I paused, "I wasn't.  Somehow I knew
I wouldn't get hurt.  Then when I was sick; when slept all those days.  I
remember waking up sometimes and I'd either feel your hands on me, or could
smell you, and the fear I felt, the hurt, was gone."  We sat in silence for
a while.  Kris took a deep breath;

"I remember the first time I saw you, maybe two years ago.  I was helping
my dad sheetrock the upstairs of you home.  You were out back with your
Tonka trucks. You looked happy, content.  I remember saying hi to you, but
you were so involved in making that super highway, that you hardly noticed
me.  I remember each time I saw you after that.  I remember how excited I
got every time my dad had work to do for your parents.  I hoped each time
I'd be brave enough to talk to you.  I wanted to be friends.  Well," he
chuckled, "I wanted more than friends, but I'd settle for friends.  Then
last week I saw you again, sitting in that chair and you were looking at
me.  I had to test the water, drop little hints.  I wanted to say something
in your room, but dummy here chickened out yet again.  Well we both know
the rest.  My only regret is that it took you getting hurt for me to show
you, really show you how I felt.  I know what I feel for you is wrong in
most people's eyes, but I don't care.  I also know I am way older than you.
I can't predict what the future has planned for you or me, but I don't
care.  Right now is what is important.  We'll face tomorrow when it comes.
Now it is just you and me, right here, together."  My eyes filled with
tears and I buried my face in his arms. "Hey, hey," Kris whispered, "none
of that now," his hand lifting my face and turning it to look at him.  "No
more tears, OK?"  I nodded, turning to stand in front of him; I gave him
the biggest hug I could.  "Uff, wow where'd that come from?"  He asked,
hugging me back.  He stood up, lifting me up, slinging me over his
shoulder.  "Come with me," and he carried me off to the shed where he kept
all his tools.  I'd been in here a few times, well in the front part where
the tools were kept, but not in the back.  There was a door, with a lock on
it that I'd never been in.  He set me down and turned on the overhead
light.  Momentarily blinded, I squinted.  As my eyes became adjusted to the
light, I laughed, suddenly realizing we were both naked.  Kris turned and
looked at us both, and laughed.  He began to dig around in this big old
looking chest.  "I have something for you," he said, his ass sticking up in
the air as he searched.  "BINGO," Standing up, he turned and in his hand
was a smaller version of the tool belt he always wore.  He knelt and put it
around my waist.  After a few adjustments, he leaned back and looked at me.
"There, my apprentice needs to have the proper equipment."  He stood and
began filling the pouches and holders with all manner of tools; hammer,
tape measure, pencil, nails and screws.  He then reached into his tool belt
which was hanging from a hook nearby, and took out a knife.  He attached
the sheath to my belt.  "My grandpa gave me this knife when I was about
your age.  I want you to have it."  I took the knife out and looked at it.
"Take care of it, and it will always take care of you." I slid the knife
back into it's sheath.  I gave Kris a big hug and thanked him.

"Why all this," I aksed.

"Simple, no one gets a free ride around here, I'm gonna make you work your
ass off."  We both laughed.  I walked around, looking at all the tools.  I
asked questions about some that I'd never seen before, and Kris explained
what they were used for.  I went to the locked door.

"What's in here?"  Kris walked over and reaching up above the door,
retrieved a key.

"I've never let anyone see what is in here," he said, unlocking the door.
When he opened it, he flicked on a light and let me walk in.  Inside were
beautiful, handmade items.  Bird houses, frames, cabinets, book cases,
chiseled signs.  There were also big saws and other things I learned later
were sanders and planers.  Kris walked to the middle of the room, "This is
where I come to be alone."  It was amazing.  I touched a table, and the
wood was soft.  I walked around and looked at everything, it was all so
beautiful.  The bird houses were all painted and I realized that some of
them looked like houses I knew from around the area.  In the corner, was a
large item covered in a painter's tarp.  I moved to it, reaching out to
lift the tarp.  "Oh that."  Kris said walking to me.  "That's something
I've been working on.  I was going to surprise you with it, but, what the
hell."  He carefully removed the tarp and underneath was a custom built
display case with individual slots.  Smaller at the top and larger ones on
the bottom, with the center slot covered by a glass framed door with a
little lock on it.  The whole thing was painted in camouflage style.  I
didn't understand at first, moving closer, I noticed each slot had a place
for a label of some kind. "It's for your GI Joes," Kris explained, "for
your room.  Your dad gave me a list of your collection and I built went
from there.  It's not done yet, but maybe you can help me finish it."

Kris said we should try to get some sleep that we had a lot of work to do
on the boat house later.  I took of my belt and Kris hung it next to his.
We went back to the house, and I lay with Kris fighting sleep.

When I woke up, I heard Kris's dad speaking to him in an angry voice.  I
crept from the bed and looked for them.  I spied them out by Kris's truck,
his dad very angry, nearly shouting at Kris.

"I don't fucking care.  I'm trying to run a business, and expect you, as my
partner, as my son, to work for the same goal as me.  That project has
taken way longer than it should have.  Now listen, I expect you to have it
wrapped up by weeks end.  I need you at the West's place no later than
Monday.  I need the foundation excavated and formed by Wednesday.  The
concrete is coming Wednesday afternoon."  I could see Kris was angry, his
fists clenching and unclenching.

"Maybe if you didn't take all the workers from me it'd be done.  What the
fuck, you think I'm some sort of superman?"  Kris turned and headed back to
the shed.

"Hey mister, don't you dare turn your back on me," his dad shouted.  Kris
stopped and turned, glaring at his dad.

"Do you want me to get to work, or do you want to stand here and bitch at
me all day?"  Kris's dad grumbled something and stormed off.  Kris went in
the shed and came out with our tool belts, hanging them on the metal rack
above the bed of his truck.  He came in the apartment, and stopped short
when he saw me standing there.  I could see him force the anger from
himself.  Kris took a deep breath and exhaled slowly;

"How much of that did you hear?"

"Not much I guess, only the last bit."  I moved closer to him, I could feel
the heat from his body from the anger.  I hugged his waist, pressing my
head to his chest.  Kris kept his arms away from my embrace.  "It's because
of me," I said.  "That's why your dad's mad at you."  I felt him take a
second deep breath, and exhale, his arms finally coming down to hold my
head.

"No Pooh, it's not you.  Don't you ever think it is either. Dad's just on
the rag and when he gets like that he takes it out on me.  Give him a few
minutes and he'll be back to normal.  Come on, get dressed we're gonna be
late."  He spun me around and gave me a pat on the ass.  I threw on shorts
and my sneakers and grabbed a t shirt, but just slung in over my shoulder,
the way Kris always does.  When I got back to the kitchen, Kris was packing
a big lunch for us.  I made him a cup of coffee in this huge cup he had and
we were off.

No one was home when we got there, which made me happy.  We got right to
work; Kris was not lying when he said he was going to work me.  We went
nonstop until lunch.  By that time, we had the whole thing framed.  I
wasn't strong enough to help him lift and move the wall parts, so Kris did
that by himself.  I was amazed at how strong he really was, and loved
seeing his muscles work when he strained.  We were sitting at the picnic
table eating lunch, when my dad showed up with my sisters.  All they could
do was complain that I wasn't wearing a shirt.  My dad was impressed with
what we had gotten done.  He was talking to Kris, and had his hand on my
shoulder, his crotch right by my face.  Oh I wanted to reach out and pull
his dick out and suck him right there.

Kris was telling my dad he was sorry it was taking so long to finish, and
my dad was like no problem.  That he understood the distractions, patting
my shoulder, and thanked Kris again for helping out.  Dad told me mom was
home and asked if I wanted to say hello.  I almost choked on my sandwich
when he said that.  I looked at Kris, who suggested maybe it was a good
idea.  I swallowed and asked him if he'd come with me.  Kris shook his head
and said that this was something I had to do on my own.  He leaned closer,
and putting his hand on my thigh, said;

"Show her what kind of a man you are.  That I know you are.  Go in give her
a hug and tell her you love her."  Kris leaned over and kissed my forehead,
right there in front of my dad.

"It's ok if you want to come in Kris, you know my wife.  At least say hi,"
my dad said patting his shoulder.  Kris shrugged and we got up.  I led the
way, with Kris and dad following.

Mom was sitting at the table, she looked sick.  When she saw me she began
to cry.  I walked up to her and gave her a hug as best I could.  She hugged
me hard saying she was sorry for what happened.  I took a step back; I
could feel my anger building inside me.  I tried to make it go away like I
saw Kris do earlier.  I wanted to scream and yell at her, but bit my lips
so I wouldn't.  I stood there, looking through her, finally I spoke;

"What happened, happened. It's back there," I said waving behind me.  "What
might happen tomorrow is tomorrow," borrowing on Kris's words.  Today is
the only thing that matters.  I can't say anything more right now.  I'm not
ready, OK?"  She nodded a small smile on her lips.  I turned and walked
away, passing Kris and my dad as I went back outside, Kris's hand touching
my shoulder as I passed.  I heard my dad introducing Kris and not much
else, I was outside by then.

"Are you ok?"  Came a voice from behind me.  Thinking it was Kris; I spun
around and wrapped my arms around the figure behind me.  I suddenly
realized it was my uncle.  I pulled back slightly, looking up in his eyes.
"Hey there young man, did you go see your mom?"  I nodded, and hugged him
again.  I could feel his cock getting firmer, pressing against me.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you Uncle Charles.  I really am."  I hugged tighter
to his strong waist.

"I know you are, jimmy.  I was wrong for talking to you and treating you
like I did.  What do you say we forgive each other and be friends again?"

"I'd like that."  Pulling back to glance down at the huge bulge in his
sweats.  I looked up at him and then back to his bulge.  With a tentative
hand I reached out and stroke the length, it throbbed at my touch.  I don't
know why, but at the very moment I needed to see it, to feel it and most of
all taste it.  I moved my fingers to the waistband and started to lower his
sweats.

"Oh hang on buddy, not here, prying eyes," he nodded towards the house.  He
led me to the woods on the side of the property, and into the brush.  Once
we were concealed, he asked me if I was sure this is what I wanted.  I
nodded, as I took out his full hard huge cock.  I stroked its length and
sniffed its musky scent.  Opening my mouth, I took as much as I could, my
uncle shuddering as he slid into my mouth.  His hands on his hips, he let
me suck.  "OK so you know, I'm fucking horny and your hot little mouth is
gonna make me cum fast. He was moaning as I sucked and he was right, he
soon was shooting a massive load into my mouth.  I swallowed most of it,
with a bit dribbling down my chin.  I continued to suck until we heard my
dad calling for him.  He eased my mouth of his cock, with a sexy wet pop as
it pulled free.  He kissed me and told me to wait here for a minute or so
after he left.  I watched as he waited for my dad to go around to the front
of the house and then he left the brush.  I waited like he said and then
walked out.

Kris was looking around for me and when he saw me coming out of the brush,
he got this sly grin on his face.  He waved me over and we walked back to
the boat house.  I asked him how it went with my mom.

"Fine, we chatted about different stuff.  I'm proud of you for what you
said to her.  You really showed her how big a man you have become."  We
continued to walk to the boat house, Kris putting his strong arm around my
shoulder.  "Now, do me a favor and wipe your uncles cum off your face."


There it is part 8.  Hope you enjoyed it.  Keep sending me your email's, I
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Peace, Jimmy