Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2007 06:54:37 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Uncle Jack Can be Had" by Jay Roberts   Gay Incest

==Please no one under 18 is invited.  All others, especially
    those who like gay porn are welcomed.  Take a seat, ease
    your stuff and let's go.


	Uncle Jack is my Mom's youngest brother, there are three sibs
between him and Mom.  He's exactly thirty this year.  You would never think
it.  He's still dewy, you know, clear eyes, white teeth, perfect body and a
young outlook on life.  His job of inventing and testing video games is
relaxed and easy fun for him.  No dress code, he wears shorts and a tee
shirt to work.  Those shorts show off his hot, hairy muscular legs with the
most delicious swell of upper leg muscles.  All in all, he's a perfect
package (yeah that too) of male sexiness.  My gay friends fan themselves
like drama queens when they talk about him.

	Big question: is he gay?  My guess is that he is gay friendly.
That's a pretty tenuous label.  I see him as accepting gay people, even may
have dipped his toe (or other cylindrical part) in it, but drifts along
nicely with woman.  He seems to have a new fuck partner every few months.
Humm, very much like a gay man's approach, he gets bored easily.

	Your tour guide to this tale of male sex is I, George Wilmot
(that's "mot" not "not" cause I will).  I just turned seventeen.  Uncle
Jack sighed when he said out loud, "Seventeen, oh my."  If that sounds
fruity in print you have to have heard it coming in Ukie Jack's crackly
bass voice from his curvy lips.  I have to admit, I am definitely eye
candy.  Five feet eleven, 160 pounds, broad shoulders, narrow waist, big
cock (how did that get in there?) naturally arched eyebrows, deep blue eyes
and thick dark blond over the forehead hair.  If I could find someone like
me, I'd never look further, but then I can (don't tell anyone) self-suck
right down to my pubes.  You'd think I'd never leave the house, but I need
variety.

Now to the main question: Does Uncle Jack think of me in a sexual way?  The
answer is yes.  A few times, I've seen his thin short's pouch pooch up when
we were cozy.  Cozy, like his bathing me when I was ten and he was the
baby-sitting me.  Or when he checked out a scrape on my knee when I slipped
during a tennis match (I won anyway).  His exam was longer than necessary
as he massaged my leg with his eyes and one hand.  I have great legs, not
hairy at all, but if the sun hits me right, there is a haze of blond, fine
hair.  He noticed that I'm sure.

You can see that there is a bit of a sex dance going on between us.  I am
hot for him.  I've thrown hints.  He smiled and sighs.  I know he's afraid
of his sister, my Mom denouncing him as a perv.  Consequently, we are at
the stage of nothing happening, but both wanting something to happen.  That
is where we were until last week.  (Got you interested.  This is the time
my ink runs out...only kidding.)

Last week Uncle Jack invited me to go with him to a concert.  A classical
concert.  Bell, the cute violinist was performing.  I once studied the
fiddle and he thought it would be of interest.  The concert was
outstanding.  Bell performed two encores, I could smell Uncle Jack's
special odor as he clapped vigorously.  (How did that get in?)

After the concert Uncle invited me to his apartment.  He earned a great
salary my Mom told me, but he was fugal and also he didn't have a taste for
luxury.  The digs were one room with a sleeping alcove.  The place was done
in American Sloth, lots of CD's, some not even unwrapped, sound equipment
like a professional studio.  So much Sony around, there was hardly room for
anything else, and when you add pants, underwear and running gear thrown
around and lying on his unmade bed, it was, well lovely, just like Uncle
Jack.  The place was smelled like Uncle Jack, that special human odor
compounded of male hormones, sweat and cologne.  Yummy.

As soon as we got inside he turned up the AC, shed his tee shirt, rubbed
his slightly hairy chest and growled, "I can' to offer you a real drink,
but I start thinking about it for four years from now.  How about a coke?"

Of course the guys and I have drank flavored beers and South Comfort for at
least a year, but I cleverly didn't mention that.  Out loud I told him to
have a drink.  He mess around in the toy kitchen and emerged with a very
tall coke and a large highball glass.  "What's in that Uncle Jack?"

"It's Grand Martini."

"What makes it Grand?  I know there are so many different kinds."

"Just my own description of a Martini that is triple size."

I was pleased.  Maybe sexy Unkie will get stinko and lil' Georgie will get
lucky...or not.  But believe it or not, I slurped my 15 oz. Coke portion
and Unk sipped his triple Martini and we listened to a recording of Joshua
Bell that we bought at the concert.  Uncle, Mom's little brother, the
careful guy turned to me and said, "I've been thinking.  Now that you are
close to an adult, there is so much difference between us.  I want you to
think of me as a friend."

"Sure," I said, moving close to him and grabbing his shoulder in a jock's
safe caress.

Surprise, surprise, he put his warm hand over the hand that I was massaging
him and held me there.  "What I mean is call me Jack.  Drop the Uncle shit,
okay."

I stared at him.  I swear his breathing was rasping slightly.  What I said
to him made his eyes open wide.  "Kiss me Jack."  I swooped down and placed
my seventeen-year old lips against his thirty-year old experienced lips and
pressed hard and moved them around.  He kissed back, then pulled away,
breathing hard.

"You are going into dangerous water.  Have you swum before?"

"I've done most everything that's in the gay sex manual of fun and games.
I guess you're pretty much a homo-virgin."

"Sex with guys is not my usual way of getting off, but I have done some.
Why do you ask?"

"I ask, Jack, because we are going to do some suck and fuck together, get
it?"  I said this like a member of the Soprano family.

"Okay, but it absolutely must be a secret between the two of us," then he
added, "I don't know about this.  Maybe we should just stop and I'll drive
you home.  But on the other hand...take off your clothes."  I began
undressing.  "The idea of "driving me home" sounds interesting, and I don't
mean in an automobile."  My shirt came off, my hairless, semi-muscled chest
shone pure pink-white in the evening shadows.  His eyes glowed as he took
it all in.  Next came my pants.  I kicked off my sneaks, but left my
bikini's on because I looked sensational in them.

Meanwhile he did the same.  His underwear was nothing special, long leg
CK's, but his nice swell in the lower regions would make any underwear look
good.  I could see that his mouth was slightly open and his color had
heightened.  I think he had imagined this many times at night, maybe when
jerking off.  I think he was waiting for me to make the next move.  "We'll
pull off our last thing at the count of three."

One, two, three and we were on the couch together, both naked.  He hadn't
seen my stuff since I was ten.  It was still uncut, but twice the size and
thickness.  His dangle was circumcised.  I did not know that.  I wonder
why.  The head was really large, bigger than the shaft.  He had grown-up
balls bulging in his sac that boasted curly dark hair like that on his
head.  Right now his was half-hard, but closing the gap fast.  I was up and
hard, my cock was jumping with excitement, there was even a bit of moisture
on the head that was fully exposed as my cover slid back.  I think we could
both smell the faint sperm smell, not bad.

 I think he didn't know exactly how to begin.  Then suddenly he let out a
moan and leaned forward and put his arms around my neck and drew me into a
suffocating embrace.  I have the feeling that he was proceeding on familiar
ground-treating me as if I was a female to seduce.  I let him.  It was hot.
He followed, what must have been a familiar routine for him.  He played
with my nipples.  Oh fuck, that was so nice.  Then he upped the ante and
began licking my nubs and faintly biting them.  I was fast losing my
ability to analyze anything.  I was grunting and moaning slightly.  He
kissed me again.  I reached down and took his big cock into my hand.
Holding on to that handle made me feel grounded and safe.  I stroked
lightly.  That really got to him.  His breath was now whistling through his
clenched teeth.

I slipped down and faced his now fully hard cock.  I licked it.  He slid
down opposing me and took my cock into his experienced lips.  This was a
big clit to him.  He sucked it and licked it.  His technique was fabulous.
No wonder woman went nuts over him.  I reciprocated in my attention to his
cock.  I opened my mouth wide and let him enter me fully and then played
all around the shaft and then up to lick around the back rim of his big
cock head.  Uncle Jackie liked that.  Uncle Jackie was in orbit.  I let his
cock move down into my throat and swallowed repeatedly.  He was crowing
with excitement.  I think he never had a really good blowjob.  But he sure
knew how to give one.  He enthusiastically and sinuously sucked in a
maddening rhythm.  I was fast rushing toward my own orgasm.  Suddenly time
seemed to suspend, as Jack's cock got stiffer and fatter.  He let out a
loud shout of male exuberance as his cock began empting in my avid mouth.
I realized that I was delivering my offering to him at the same time and I
think I blacked out for a moment.

We separated.  When he could speak, he said, "Kiddo, you are a past master
in suckology.  I guess you have lots of experience."

"Actually I practically never am the sucker.  I just love getting done by
some cute guy is my preference.  This time I got the cute guy and I also
got the thrill of making him happy.....just perfect."

"Perfect.  You want to fuck now?"

"My, my Uncle Jack, what big balls you have.  Let me think.  That's enough,
Okay.  But I have never done it.  I am pretty scared to even think about
it."

"The surprise is that you are going to fuck me.  Now sweet nephew I have
only bottomed twice in my life, and I was thirteen at the time, so please
be gentle and respectful and.....hey you are already leering.  I hope your
going to behave nice."

"Sure Jackie.," I said and parted his hairy legs and put them at my hips.
Poor "old" guy was huffing and puffing in passion and fear of my intrepid
moves.  "Oh Jackie, your ass hole is a thing of art with its swirl of hair
around it and its pink pucker.  Incidentally, that pucker is kissing the
air now.  You must want to be filled."  I patted unc's cheek paternally.
"Just relax and let 'lil Georgie make you howl with happiness."  I could
see that my words were really worrying Jack.  I guess he was thinking that
he was in great peril, but I was loving it.

I put one finger and stroked his pink hole.  He grunted in surprise and
said "Yeah."  I knew I had made the first step of a trip that he would
love.  All trips start with one finger, to coin a phrase.  A better trip
is...and I put a second finger in.  I could just feel his nut up there.  I
stroked it gently.  His cock that had been lying across his hip suddenly
lifted its head and looked around.  It was already getting some drops of
dew on it.  Jack's eyes were tightly shut and his mouth pushed out in a
pucker.  I bent and kissed that cute mouth.  His tongue came out and pushed
and pushed against my tongue.  I finally had to break the kiss and get back
to serious fucking.

I put the head of my cock against his hole.  Instinctively he closed up
tight.  "Knock, knock, let me in."  Still he was closed.  I reached under
his balls and took hold of the loose skin at the bottom and pulled firmly
downward.  He grunted loudly, but he also opened up and the head of my cock
entered.  The rest was easy.  Poor Jack was out of his head in sensations
as I bottomed against his curly brown pubes.  He kept breathing like he was
weight lifting.  So cute.  "You okay old man?"

"Yes you young shit.  You got me going nuts here.  Just shut up and fuck
like a good boy."

"Okay, you asked for it.  Hold on to your hat."  I pulled out, I slammed
in.  I did it over and over, his tongue was lolling out of his mouth.  He
had a dumb look of frozen agony on his face.  I was wrecking him and loving
it.  Pretty soon I began to feel that my orgasm was near.  My thighs got
stiffish and it got harder to make the fuck move.  "Uh, oh, Ukie, I feel a
cum coming on.  Are you ready to be hosed?"

Jack was so out of it, all he could do was to nod dumbly.  His cock lying
between us was being rubbed by my belly.  He was leaking so profusely, I
thought he had cum.  But then, just as my orgasm his me and I screamed in
pleasure, Jack's cock began spewing heavy streams, it reached his chin and
then slowed to hit his hairy chest and belly.  His head was going side to
side and his fingers were scratching and grabbing the sheets.  It took him
a long time to get back to himself.

Finally he face reassembled into the face I knew and loved.  "You shithead,
that wasn't respectful."

I grinned and made a sock in the jaw feint, "Yeah, but you loved it, didn't
you?"

He didn't answer for awhile, then he said, "Sometime I'd like to reverse
rolls.  I fuck you."

"That'd be good for me, how about today in a few hours?  After your old
prick recovers."


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