Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2000 17:58:55 +0100
From: Chas <charbry@supanet.com>
Subject: UNCLE JULES

Was just looking at some pics of really horny muscle guys and I started thinking
about Uncle Jules. Hey, whenever there is no guy in my life and I feel sex-starved,
I always start thinking about Jules, the handsomest, sexiest guy I ever knew.

He is my mother's younger brother and has just turned 30. He had a birthday party
about a month ago, hired a hall, got a band in. He was there with his latest
girlfriend, a big blond busty woman, and I hated her. But I didn't feel too bad
about it when he and I 'accidently' happened to meet in the loo and we gave each
other a quick feel and a smile.

I knew it would happen. And so I suppose did he. The air was electric between us.
If we had been alone I reckon we would have had our trousers down in no time.

So far as I can work it out, Uncle Jules is 'straight'. That's to say he loves women,
and they certainly love him.

So how to explain what sometimes happens between him and me?

It started like this. The first time was five years ago, when I was 15 and he was
around 25. Jules happened to be staying with us in between jobs and in between
accomodation. I'm an only child and we have a big house so when Jules found
himself in a fix for accommodation, my mum and dad put him up in the spare room
until he had sorted himself out.

I loved having him around. He plays rugby and works out a lot and has a
tremendous body. And dark hair and dark blue eyes that turn black when he is
excited, as I was to find out.

Sometimes if we were sitting in the front room watching TV Jules would sit next to
me on the sofa. He's so beefy that he more than fills a chair. He sits with his legs
wide open, so often his big muscular thigh would be pushed right against mine.
And he has this great habit of flexing his legs when he is sitting next to you. Every
now and then he pushes his big muscular leg right into you, from thigh to calf.
Exciting is hardly the word. I have great difficulty knowing what to do with the
throbbing erection that this brings on.

Does he do this with everyone? Or is it just me?

My bedroom is right next to the main bathroom and one night while I was listening
to some music I heard a thumping on the wall and heard Jules call out my name.
My parents were out as usual - Dad is something big in the chemical industry and
they are always poncing off to some company do or other.

I went to the bathroom door and asked him what was up. Well, my cock was, for a
start, just thinking of him naked in there.

"Come in Chas!" he shouted out. Who was I to refuse?

The room was hot and steamy and there was Jules in the bath - well, I say in, but
he's so big its hard to find a bath big enough to take him. He was lying there
smiling up at me, all his big chest wet and shiny and glistening with water, his hair
soaked and one big calf hanging over the side of the bath. His cock and balls were
clearly visible, 7 or 8 inches of uncut cock with a big sleepy head and the foreskin
half rolled back.

He has this way of smiling at me, sort of slow and sleepy and amused about
something. Every time he does it I feel something inside of me begin to melt.

I asked if he was all right and he said the soap had slipped out of his hand and gone
behind the loo, would I get it for him? While he was speaking to me he was
rubbing his hand over his pecs, massaging his big gorgeous tits. I never saw any
woman with tits as great as his. As I stood there looking at him I was aware of an
almost instant erection in my jeans - and he was staring straight at it, not trying to
pretend he hadn't seen, which is how I would have reacted.

I retrieved the soap and put it in the tray which was right next to his cock. And I
couldn't help but notice his cock had grown by a couple of inches since I first
looked at it. Did this mean that I turned him on?

Jules grabbed my hand in his big hand and gave me that look again, smiling and
inviting. Was it an invitation? I hoped so.

He took the soap in his other hand and gave it to me. "Usually I get my girlfriends
to soap my back," he said, holding my hand between both of his in a very firm
grip. "Why don't you do it for your old uncle?" His hands were now against my
jeans and I knew he could feel my erection against the back of his wet hand. My
boner started to throb painfully as I stood looking down into his upturned face
trying not to stare as his cock got longer and thicker.

"OK," I croaked, feeling weak at the knees.

"Take your shirt off Chas, so you don't get wet." Now he had his hand over his
cock, was he stroking it or trying to hide his massive hardon?

I took off my t-shirt, only too aware of the difference between my puny chest and
his huge expanse of muscle. He bent forward in the bath, his well muscled back
ready for me to begin soaping. He sighed and moaned as I soaped him as hard as I
could. "That feels good," he said, his voice husky. As I ran my hands over that
great back I felt I might cum all in my pants at any moment.

I was sitting on the side of the bath, my huge erection clearly visible, soaping
away, when he suddenly leaned back again and more or less fell into my arms.
"Now soap my chest," he said, that wonderful sweet smile going right through me.

I knelt at the side of the bath and did as I was told. At least my erection was not so
obvious now. My face was level with his and he suddenly put his wet hand against
my cheek. "Take your clothes off Chas to save getting them wet."

Now I knew for certain that he liked me, and I started grinning like an idiot, hardly
able to believe my luck. I leant forward toward him and the hand with the soap in it
was against his erection. I saw his face change and noticed that his eyes were
getting darker, all the blue swallowed up in the black. He put his big hand behind
my head and I could hardly believe it when he pulled my face against his, my lips
against his. I was shaking like a leaf.

He's the greatest kisser I ever met. Like he puts all his heart and soul into it. I
could have an orgasm just from kissing him, and once I actually did, just lying on
top of him kissing, hardly moving at all and then wham! shooting a big hot load all
over his firm stomach. He loved that, seemed to show him how desirable he was.

He's vulnerable, I'm sure of that. When his eyes go black, his face changes and he
looks almost like a boy of 16 with the body of a fully developed man.

So now I was naked. He could see my erection but now I was too far gone to be
embarrassed. After we finished kissing I began to soap his pecs and that turned him
on a bundle. His cock was fully upright and throbbing heavily with blood. I knew,
because I was soaping that too. It felt so fucking good, a real handful. I soaped it
and gave it a long hard jerking session.

Then I had a big big surprise. I found out what Uncle Jules liked most of all. He
loved to be fucked.

When my hand was nice and soapy from rubbing his cock he opened his legs as
wide as he could and guided my fingers toward his hole. He was half out of the
bath by now.The bathroom was hot and full of steam and both our naked bodies
were covered in small water droplets. Jules was bending over the bath with my
small hand up his arse.

I suppose I did it without thinking. I had never fucked a guy before and hadn't
even thought about it. He just looked so good bending over and the way his buns
were stretched was irresistible. I stood there with the most massive hard on ever
and Jules began to back up against me. My cock was between his wet muscled legs
and he had to go down on his knees - elbows resting on the side of the bath, head
up and his big wide mouth open and thrown back and gasping - so that I was able
to penetrate him, he being so much taller than me.

He was already soaped and I just slid my cock right into him. I put my hands on his
big open thighs and the feeling was so great it was like I saw the Pearly Gates. I
fell forward onto his back and started to ram him for all I was worth, clinging to
him like a fucking limpet on a rock. My cock can't have been fully developed then
but old Jules was moaning away like a good un and wanking himself off while I
fucked him. I had never felt so hard and sexy in my life before nor did I remember
ever shooting such a load - the shudders just went on and on for what seemed like
a blissful eternity. I reached round and grabbed Jules' cock in my hand while I was
still in spasm and just as I did so he released a massive hot load all over my hand
and up his own chest and the front of the bath. And as he came his arse suddenly
developed this wonderful suction and I felt as if I would be dragged into his hole. It
pulled away at me until every drop was pulsed into his warm wet inner sanctum.

I was falling and leaned all my body against his in case I fainted from ecstacy. I
was laughing and crying both at once, really almost hysterical. Then both kneeling
still, he turned to face me, his black eyes burning still and sort of sparkling. His big
mouth was against mine and his great big arms came around my slender body. His
chest was still covered in his cum. He said he had always wanted to be fucked,
loved putting his fingers up his own arse, even bottles, and that I was the first guy
who had ever had him.

He went on to say he had had the opportunity before with guys his own age but
that he was terrified of Aids and other sexually transmitted diseases and had turned
them down. Then he said he knew he was safe with me. I suppose he meant that he
knew I was still a virgin. I was hardly listening at the time, but I remembered it all
later, just as I remember just about everything he ever said to me, and now I
understand what he meant.

As for me, well I loved you before our time in the bathroom Jules and after it I
loved you all the more. I know you say you're straight and I know you love to fuck
women, but I can give you something that they can't. Now that I'm older and
bigger, I can give you even more!

The bathroom was wrecked and looked as if a tidal wave had hit it, so we had to
clear it all up. My parents had their own en suite shower but Mum was forever
cleaning for me and Jules. Luckily the guest room and my room and the bathroom
were on the third floor of the house while my parents slept on the floor below, so
that for the rest of Jules' stay he and me were like a honeymooning couple in our
own world. There was even a door at the top of the stairs which could be bolted
from our side!

Anyway, after that first electric encounter we washed each others bodies and
towelled each other off. If you are lucky enough to have been washed and towelled
all over by a big handsome stud with bulging muscles, you will know how
envigorating it can be. Even though we had both shot our loads we were still hot
and still horny and our hands and tongues were everywhere. Every now and then
we stopped for a long snogging session so that by the time we were done it was
past midnight.

My parents weren't yet back so we locked the door to the stairs, turned out all the
lights and went to bed. What time they got in I don't know, because by then Jules
and me had eyes and ears only for each other and it was as if the rest of the world
didn't exist.

Remember I was just 15, maybe running on 16. I'd had the odd grope and the odd
romance with other boys but had never ever dreamed that anything like what Jules
showed me lay in store. It was like I was suddenly transported to a different world.

I can hardly find the words to describe that night. It was then that I most truly
turned from a boy into a man. It was like a butterfly emerging from its former grub
self into a winged and wondrous world and Jules was the flower on which I fed, on
his eyes and his chest and his mouth and his cock and his lovely lovely arse. We
came together three more times that night, each one better than the last and each
time I learned something more about this handsome man and his beautiful body.

When the dawn came I looked down on the sleeping Jules and could have cried my
eyes out because his face and chest looked so beautiful in the dawn light. Long
black lashes against his tanned cheeks, half open sensuously curved mouth, one big
arm thrown across my puny chest.

I got up without waking him and went to stand at the window which faced the east.
The first golden rays of a spring sun were lighting the tops of the trees and houses
against the opposite ridge, the birds started to sing and carol from all the trees and
bushes and roofs and it was as if I had inside me the most precious jewel in all the
world.

I meant to hang on to that precious jewel and cherish it and keep it bright with
love. I looked back into the room, and as I did so the first rays of the lifting sun
came flashing through the window and lit up the glowing golden form of my
sleeping Uncle Jules.


End of Part One. If you have any comments please let me know, glad to hear from
you. charbry@supanet.com
This is only the first instalment. Hope to post more soon.