Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2005 18:31:04 EST
From: Linksysdon@aol.com
Subject: MY UNCLE CHECKS OUT MY "JEWELS"

When I was 13 years old, my mom sent me to stay with my uncle Jim and my
aunt Alice for the summer.  Mom was trying to get her life together with my
common law step-dad, so they thought thy might be able to work things out
better if I were not under foot.

I had been with my aunt and uncle about two weeks or so and uncle Jim and I
were outside playing pitch with a softball.  My aunt worked every Saturday
to help them out with bills, I guess. So Uncle Jim and I were left alone
every Saturday.

This day started out like a normal Saturday, but while we were throwing the
ball back and forth, Uncle Jim threw me a grounder, and I missed, it but
had crouched down to block it like he had shown me. The ball missed my
glove and bounced right up to hit me in my crotch.  It hurt a lot, and I
had all I could do to keep from crying.

Uncle Jim insisted on taking me inside to check me out.  Once we were In my
bedroom he had me pull down my shorts and under pants and stand in front of
him while he sat on my bed. He said he wanted to make sure I was "ok," and
had no injury to my "jewels" as he called them.  He reached out and took my
testicles in his hand and pulled on them, asking me if it hurt.

I said it didn't hurt, but I felt a tingle that was rather pleasant, my
injury soon forgotten. His hands felt so warm and soft as they caressed my
balls and ran around my thighs and butt that I hoped he would never stop.

I leaned into Uncle Jim's hand and realized that my penis was hardening
even as his fingers moved up to stroke my small dick.  When it was good and
hard, and I could feel the tingle from my head to my toes, he bent his head
toward my cock and proceeded to give me my first blow job. His mouth was
hot and wet around my boyhood, and I felt the onrush of something very
special, and it wasn't a pee I felt coming on.

When he had me at the edge of cumming, he stopped sucking on me and told me
to kneel down in front of him as he spread his legs and pushed gently down
on my shoulders.  He instructed me to reach up and feel the bulge in his
shorts, and I did so, realizing that Uncle Jim was not wearing any
underwear, and his cock was also hard, and much bigger than mine.

He scooted his butt up and told me to pull the shorts down, which I did,
revealing his man cock to my wondering eyes. Then he took my hand and
placed it on his cock, showing me how to stroke it the way he had stroked
mine.

I was intrigued by the size and shape of Uncle Jim's cock, the way the head
was all shiny and smooth and the way it looked like a fireman's cap. I knew
what he wanted me to do, so I bent and kissed the head of this huge cock,
and feeling his hands pressing on my head, I opened my mouth and let the
head slide in between my lips. I couldn't get it very far into my mouth,
but I enjoyed sucking on it and licking it up and down with my tongue.

Suddenly his cock gave a surge and I found my mouth filled with something
hot and salty, gushing into my throat, and when I couldn't swallow it,
splashing all over my face and running down my chin. Uncle Jim gasped out
his pleasure, and held my head in place until the spurts of cum slowed down
and I was able to lick the excess cum off his prick. I found I liked the
taste and creaminess of it, and became a life-long cocksucker that very
day.

After cumming in my face, Uncle Jim had me kneel over his face and put my
cock in his mouth, and it didn't take me long to return the favor, spurting
my boy cum into his hot, sucking mouth.

I found myself fantasizing about what had happened all the next week, and
every time I saw my Uncle I would look to see whether his cock was
hard. Needless to say, I had a hard cock most of the time myself.

The following Saturday, Uncle Jim came into my room as soon as Aunt Alice
had left for work. He was already nude, his cock sticking up proudly as he
moved toward my bed. I was already to suck him off again like I had the
previous Saturday, but Uncle Jim had other ideas.

He told me to roll over on my stomach, and he sat down on the edge of the
bed and started to play with my butt.  He ran his fingers around my ass
cheeks and eventually worked his fingers into my ass crack until he was
massaging my rosebud. He made me suck on one of his fingers, and then he
started pushing it into my butt hole.

It hurt a little at first, but then he brought out a tube of some slippery
stuff and pushed it into my ass hole, working it in until he could get his
finger all the way in. By that time I was starting to enjoy the sensation
of having his finger in my butt, and my little cock was hard and tingling,
ready to shoot my boyish wad.

Keeping his finger buried in my ass hole, Uncle Jim rolled me over and bent
to suck my cock, making me cum immediately into his hungry mouth. Then he
knelt over me, his knees on each side of my chest, and fucked my face,
cumming a gushing load that partly went down my throat, and partially
splashed over my face. I was loving it and couldn't wait until the next
Saturday.

The following Saturday, Uncle Jim didn't come into my room. I waited for a
while, taking off my pajamas and playing with my dick, but he didn't come
in, so I ventured down the hall to his bedroom, and there he was, waiting
for me, with his usual cock hard and hot. He told me to get on the bed and
kneel with my ass in the air. while I was kneeling on my stomach he got on
the bed and started to lick the place between my balls and my ass.

He spit on my hole and started to play with it.  Then I saw him take out
that tube of cream again, but this time he smeared some in my asshole and
more of it on his cock. The next thing I knew, he had climbed between my
legs and started to rub his dick along my ass crack, and then to work it
inside of me.  I guess you might say he raped me the first time as he
plunged deeper and deeper into my anus and played with my small dick until
he came.

For the rest of the summer every time we were alone we had sex.  Anal, oral
and cuddling.  By the end of the summer I was his little sex toy and loved
every minute of it.  The first time he fucked me really hurt, but the
second time, I got used to it, and I loved every minute afterwards.

Ever since then I have wanted to return to sucking and being sucked, to
fucking another man or boy, and having him do the same to me. I put it off
for many years, enduring a dull marriage. But now my wife and I are parted,
so I am free to find a boy to initiate as I was so lovingly initiated into
man-sex by my loving Uncle Jim.

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