Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 14:20:47 EST
From: BurgyHill@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Steve's Big Juicy Knob

                UNCLE STEVE'S BIG JUICY KNOB

    Hi my name is Gary I am 18 years of age and my world has
just fallen apart.

    My parents have both just been killed. Well should I say
my Dad and step mum have just been killed. My real mum ran
off when I was 16 months so I don't really remember her. My
Dad was 48 but my step mum was just 30 and had been very
understanding towards me being nearer my age. She had only
been 19 when my father remarried when I was about 6. Up
until then my Gran had helped bring me up. She was now 75
and lives a few miles away.

    Up until recently I have been very fortunate. My Dad is,
sorry my Dad was a company director. One of the biggest
companies in Manchester. He had a large salary which allowed
him to purchase among other things, a six bedroom house,
complete with games room and swimming pool in one of the
posh areas of South Manchester. I won't tell you exactly
where but on one side of us lives a Premiership Footballer
and on the other side is a Famous Pop Star. When I say lives
at the side of us, each home has several acres of it's own
land so no one is peering over the fence so to speak.

    I am an only child so everything I have always wanted my
Dad bought for me.

    It was January 6th and I was spending the last day of my
holidays before I returned to college to complete my A
levels, racing around the streets in my Christmas Present
from Dad, a brand new œ30,000 Sports Car when I heard on the
radio of plane crash. At first I thought nothing of it Dad
and Mum, as I call her, as she has been a mum to me for as
long as I can remember, where sunning themselves is some
remote Caribbean Island. They had left the day after New
Year's Day for a well earned rest. A Passenger Jet had gone
missing flying from Miami to Kingston in Barbados and had
come down in the sea, according to eye witnesses.

    I returned home to the empty house and went up to my
bedroom. It is filled with every gadget you can think of. I
had all the latest machines and all the latest games.
However, I was very very lonely. I did not have any secrets
from Dad apart from one. The one present I longed for, and
one that no amount of money would buy, was a fit teenage boy
to be my boyfriend so that we could have lots and lots of
hot gay sex.

    Yes I wasn't out to anyone. Yes I was a virgin. I felt
horny and so I did what I have been doing for the last few
years. I took of my shirt and changed out of my jeans and
undies and pulled on a pair of soccer shorts. I loved
rubbing my cock thru the shorts and making it hard. I
switched on my computer and flicked thru the images I had in
a file on my system. GBHS the passworded file was called. It
stood for Gay Boys Having Sex. There was no one in so I
lowered my shorts to my ankles. I looked thru the images
trying to find one that would help me get off. I had one
hand on my mouse and one hand one my snake as I sat there
stroking myself. I started looking at my pics of good
looking lads fully clothed or in soccer kit. There were a
few pics of shirtless boys and others of boys in briefs or
boxers. Some of my favourites were of boys kissing. There
were pics of naked boys and others of naked boys together.
All of which I had downloaded from the sites I had taken out
subscriptions for. My weekly allowance of œ200 was more than
enough to cover the cost of joining a few gay male sites. My
cock was getting stiff as I my hand messaged it and I
imagined being with these boys. I flicked thru pics of boys
with their hands wrapped round their cocks. I then started
to look thru my favourite type of pics, the pics that
usually got me off. Boys with their hands wrapped round
another boys dick. Boys who had a stiff prick in their
mouths and some of boys with a big cock shoved up an arse. I
eventually found one that sent me over the edge and my hot
teenage spunk blasted out of my prick and up over my chest
in several bursts. As I recovered my composure my orgasm was
swiftly brought down to earth by a buzzing on the phone on
my desk. That meant there was some one trying to enter the
property from the gates on the main road.

    I picked up the receiver.

    "Mr. Gary Harper", said the voice.

    "Yes", I replied, puzzled.

    "This is the police. May we come in and speak to you",
the voice said.

    "Okay", I replied and pressed the button that released
the lock on the gates.

    I quickly yanked up my shorts and grabbed my t-shirt and
gave my chest a quick rub to remove the spunk from it.

    I went downstairs and heard a car draw up. A few moments
later there was a ring at the door. I opened it slightly to
see two uniformed police officers outside with a police car
parked up.

    "Yes", I said as I fully opened the door.

    "May we come in", said the older one.

    I allowed them in and showed them to a reception room.
The older one who was a sergeant was about 40. The other
one, a constable, aged about 22 was pretty fit and even
though it was the sergeant who was speaking I could not stop
myself from looking at the young lad.

    "We have some very bad news for you", he said.

    "Oh", was all I could say. As I it went through my mind
what was wrong.

    "There is no easy way of putting this. Your parents were
both killed this afternoon when a plane crashed into the
apartment they were staying at in the Caribbean.", the
sergeant said.

    I did not know what to say. I was speechless.

    "Have you understood what I have told you", the sergeant
asked.

    "Yes", I nodded.

    "Is there a friend or relative we can contact for you",
he asked.

    I told him that I must contact my Gran, my Dad's mum and
he asked for the details which I gave him.

    He left the room and spoke on his radio to someone.

    I looked over at the other officer. Boy he was fit. I
wouldn't have minded him taking my virginity. He smiled not
knowing what to say.

    The sergeant returned to the room.

    "We will have an officer break the news to your Gran and
bring her here", the sergeant said.

    He nodded to the constable to join him out of the room.
A few seconds later they returned.

    "Andy will wait here with you until your Gran arrives",
the sergeant said.

    The sergeant bayed his farewell and passed on his
commiserations and left.

    I did not know what to do so I just sat there stirring
into space taking occasion glances at the young policeman.

    The officer I noticed kept looking at me and then
looking away. Eventually he broke the silence.

    "I don't mean to be rude sir, but there is some, er,
stuff on your shoulder", he said.

    I looked down and there was a large blob of spunk on my
shoulder that I must have missed when I wiped myself.

    "Better clean it off before your grandmother arrives",
he said.

    I wiped it off with my hand and rubbed it onto my leg.

    "You are alone in the house sir", the officer asked.

    "Yes", I told him.

    "Thinking about your girlfriend", the officer smiled.

    "No. no", "I said, "I don't have a girlfriend".

    "Oh boyfriend then", the officer laughed.

    "No", I said, turning ten shades of red.

    "I'm sorry I did not mean to embarrass you", he said.

    Then there was silence again as neither of us knew what
to say.

    "Can I get you anything sir", the police officer said,
as we waited for my Gran to arrive.

    "No it's okay", I said.

    "Wouldn't you like a drink", he asked.

    "Tea, coffee", he added.

    "I wouldn't mind a glass of water", I said.

    He left and returned moments later with a glass of water
for me. He handed it to me and sat back down.

    I took a sip of my water and looked around the room. I
then realized that maybe the policeman might like a drink.

    "You can make yourself a drink if you like", I said, a
few minutes later to break the silence.

    "Thank you sir", he said, as he got up and went to the
kitchen.

    I started to wonder what will happen. So I got up and
followed him into the kitchen. The officer was stood there
waiting for the kettle to boil.

    "What happens next", I asked him.

    "You Gran will know how to make the arrangements. If she
doesn't we can put you in touch with people who do", he
said.

    Suddenly I started crying as I feared for the future and
wondered what I was going to do without my parents.

    The officer put his arm around me to console me.

    "Your family will be here soon", he said.

    I looked into his eyes then quickly away. My prick
became stiff as I admired his attractiveness. Then without
realizing what I was doing I started to hump his leg. I was
grinding my hard cock into his leg. He didn't pull away just
hugged me a little tighter.

     I continued to hump him a little faster and still he
didn't pull away. Seconds later my cock exploded sending my
spunk up my shaft and into my soccer shorts.

    I pulled away ashamed at what had just happened.

    The officer looked at me.

    "Better not tell anyone about that", he said, "It could
cause problems".

    "I won't say", I said, "Nobody knows about me".

    The officer reached out and gave my crotch a quick
squeeze.

    Looking into my eyes he said, "Maybe later, after the
funeral, we could meet for drink if you like".

    "Yes", I said, "That would be nice".

    "You had better go and get changed before your
Grandmother arrives", he said.

    I turned to leave. Then turned back.

    I looked at him.

    "What", he said.

    "Can I kiss you", I asked hopefully.

    He stepped towards me and our lips met. I did not want
it to end. I was kissing another boy for the first time. The
officer broke the kiss.

    "Go on go and get changed. Can I use the toilet while
you are changing", he said.

    I told him where the downstairs toilet was and ran
upstairs to change.

    I went to my bedroom and slipped my spunked up shorts
off and ran my t shirt over my groin to clean it. I pushed
my t shirt under my bed and slipped on some fresh clothes.

    When I went back downstairs the officer was still in the
bathroom. I wondered if he was wanking off.

    After a couple of minutes the officer joined me in the
living room.

    "Okay", he said.

    "Yes", I nodded.

    "Remember we have to be discreet about what just
happened", he told me.

    "I have no one to tell", I said.

    At that moment the intercom rang. My grandmother had
arrived.

    I answered it. As I did the officer wrote something on a
piece of paper.

    "Call me when you can", he said, as he handed me the
paper.

    My grandmother came into the house and we broke into
tears as we hugged each other.

    I watched as the Police officers left, giving a wave to
my new friend.

    Over the next few days various members of the family
arrived. Some stopped at the hotel down the road and others
stopped at the house. My wanking sessions ground to halt as
I was kept busy by them and I did not want to be caught at
my computer with my dick in my hand. I beat off in bed at
night thinking about my new friend or looking at the few
wank mags I kept hidden under my mattress.

    Most of my Dad's family was older people 50 to 60 years
old. I had a couple of cousins about my age. Amy was 20 and
her brother was called David who was 16. He kept trying to
engage me into conversation about girls he would like to
fuck. But eventually he just gave up.

    My mother's family was younger as she was the oldest
child. She had a sister who was 28 who had two young
children aged 10 and 12. Her brothers were Liam who had only
been married a few months. We had been to the wedding last
summer. His wife was very good looking and if I had been
straight I probably would have fancied her. Her youngest
brother, Steve, I had only met for the first time at the
wedding. He was 24. We had talked a lot at the wedding. He
was cool. He did not keep talking about girls he wanted to
fuck. We just talked about sport and cars.

    The funeral came and went as the family began to drift
off. I was still not sure what would happen to me. I was
told that once the will had been finalized the house would
be left to me but the family thought it unwise I should live
here alone. They did not want me to have wild parties and
wrecking the joint. My Grandmother said she could stop for a
few weeks but would have to return to her house to sort a
few things out for a day or two. Uncle Steve said he would
stop with me while she came back.

    After she had left, me and Uncle Steve sat and talked
about this and that. We ran out of conversation and I
thought maybe I could go upstairs and wank off being as
there was only me and him in the house. I did not want him
to catch me though.

    "I think I will go for a lie down for a bit", he said,
"I will see you at tea time".

    "I could do with a nap myself", I said.

    So we both went upstairs. Uncle Steve went up to the
guest bedroom on the second floor where he had been stopping
and I went into my room on the first floor and closed the
door.

    I switched on my computer and signed on to my favourite
all male site. I started to run my cock thru my jeans. After
a few minutes I decided to lower my jeans and continued to
rub my cock thru my underwear as I  found images pleasing to
my eye. A while later I dropped my underwear to my ankles as
well and I took my cock in hand. I kept playing with my cock
this way bringing it close orgasm than easing off for a
couple of hours. I then decided to go and lie on my bed and
pulled my half dozen or so wank mags from under my mattress
and flicked thru them as I wanked my cock. Eventually I came
to my favourite mag and turned the page to the images that
gets me off all the time. A young blond lad wearing a
baseball cap pulled down over his eyes is lay on his bed
while another young lad with very short brown hair is lay
between his legs sucking on his massive cock which is so
hard it looks like it is about to shoot it's load. I shot my
load over my stomach as I viewed my favourite image.

    I came down from my orgasm and cleaned myself up. I was
thirsty so I pulled my undies and jeans back up and went to
get a drink. I got a can of coke from the fridge and went
back into the entrance area. I saw Uncle Steve climb the
stairs to the second floor. I had not realized he had been
downstairs so I went into the living room and sat down.

    Uncle Steve came down about half an hour later and made
us some tea. While he was making our meal I went back to my
room. To my horror I had left my wank mags on my bed, I had
forgotten to push them back under the mattress. I hoped
Uncle Steve had not seen them although he had no reason to
come into my room. I quickly stuffed them under the mattress
my favourite mag was not on top I must have pushed it onto
the middle of the pile after I had finished tossing.

    After tea we spent the evening in my room playing on my
PlayStation, Xbox and Wii. I had all the latest models.
Uncle Steve kept looking round the room as though he was
searching for something. After a few hours of playing I grew
a little tired of games and what I really needed was a good
wank over PC Andy. I planned to call him the next day and my
prick kept getting hard every time I thought of him which
made it uncomfortable in my jeans.

    "I think I need to go to bed soon", I said with a forced
yawn.

    "Yer", said Uncle Steve.

    So we finished our game and we said goodnight and he
went up his room.

    I quickly stripped out of my clothes and brushed my
teeth and jumped into bed naked, as usual. I closed my eyes
as my hand wrapped round my cock as I thought about having
sex with Andy. I slowly played myself wanting the feeling to
last.

    I must have been playing with myself for about 20
minutes when there was a knock at my door. It must have been
Uncle Steve.

    "Come in", I said, it was a good job he could not see my
prick under the duvet.

    Uncle Steve entered my room wearing just a pair of
Calvin Klein briefs. I could see his cock thru them it
looked as though it was at least semi hard.

    "Gary", he asked.

    "What", I said, wondering what he wanted.

    "Any chance I could borrow some of those mags you have
somewhere", he said

    "What mags", I said, hoping he had not discovered my gay
hardcore collection.

    "The one's that were with this one", he said, producing
my favourite gay mag from behind his back.

    "I'm sorry but I borrowed it earlier. That guy on the
cover is so hot", he said.

    By now Uncle Steve's cock was fully erect and was barely
covered by his briefs. I would have to get out of bed to get
the mags which would mean he would see my hard dick. But
then again why was he looking at gay porn if he wasn't gay.

    "Are you gay?", I asked.

    "Yes", he replied, "Are you?"

    "Nobody knows. Please don't tell Gran", I begged.

    "Your secret's safe with me", he said.

    I climbed out of bed and slipped my hand under the
mattress to retrieve the other mags. My cock was sticking
straight out hard and proud. I pulled them out and handed
them to him. He threw them back down on the bed.

    "Gary instead of us both going to our separate rooms and
wanking off why don't we help each other out", he said.

    "What do you mean", I asked.

    "Well maybe we could look at the mags together for a
while then we could take it from there", he said.

    "Okay", I agreed.

    He then sat on my bed and we looked at the mags pointing
out which pics we thought was hot. He kept looking at my
stiff prick and I kept looking at his which was almost
bursting out of his briefs.

    "This isn't fair". I said after a few minutes.

    "What isn't", he said.

    "Well you still have your undies on but I am naked", I
said.

    "Put your undies on if you want or you could take mine
off for me. It's up to you", he said.

    "Can I take yours off", I asked.

    He lay back and put his hands behind his head. For the
first time in my life I was going to be taking another guy's
underwear off. I slipped my fingers into each side of the
brief and gently pulled them down. His cock slapped back
down into his groin as it was freed. I pulled his undies
right off.

    "Now what", I said.

    "What do you want to do", he said.

    "Can I touch it", I asked.

    He nodded.

    I reached out and with just my thumb and forefinger I
lifted his cock. I held it up and with my other hand I ran
my fingers through his pubes and over his balls. Slowly I
pulled the foreskin back and forward as I wanked his cock
very gently.

    "Why don't you lick my balls", Uncle Steve suggested.

    I bent my head down and ran my tongue over his hairy
balls. They tasted salty. I ran my tongue over one and then
the other over and over again. I took one into my mouth and
swirled it around then I tried the same with the other.

    "You're doing fine Gary", said Steve.

    I continued to lick his balls and wank his cock for few
more minutes.

    "You can suck my cock now. If you want", Steve said.

    Slowly I wrapped my lips round the head of his cock and
slid it down his shaft. Then back up again.

    "That's good Babes", Steve moaned.

    The more confident I got the more cock I took in. My
lips started to pick up speed as I got more and more into
it.

    "Oh yer suck that dick", gasped Steve.

    I was really into it. After spending the last two years
wanking and wanking fantasizing about sucking off another
guy I was actually doing it. It felt great to be sucking
cock. No, sorry, it felt fucking fantastic to be sucking
cock.

    Some of my strokes were shallow just taking in the head
while flicking it with my tongue and some of my strokes deep
going all the way down the length of his cock. My nose was
getting tickled on his pubes every time I did a deep stroke.

    His hand came up off the bed and gently tussled the hair
on the back of my head.

   His cock was really stiff now. I knew that it would not
be long before he was shooting his load. I needed to feel
him blast off.

    "Keep going lad. I am going to be shooting real soon",
moaned Uncle Steve.

    My lips started real short strokes and my tongue was
lapping at his cock head. His prick seemed to be getting
harder and harder.

    "Yer son. That's right. Suck me off", he gasped.

    His breathing was becoming shallower.

    I continued to suck away tightening my grip with my
lips. He took his hand off the back of my head and seemed to
be gripping the duvet.

    "Oh yes. Oh yes", he panted.

    My eyes were closed I could not see what he looked like
as I brought him to a climax which I knew would be happening
real soon.

    "Here it comes boy. Pull off now if you don't want my
spunk in your mouth", he almost screamed.

    I ignored him. I wanted to know what it felt like to
feel a cock shooting in your mouth. Seconds later his cock
gave a little twitch and it appeared to go harder still and
I felt something rise up the shaft and I had the taste of
spunk in my mouth.

    "Oh fuckin great", he panted.

    I kept sucking away. His spunk was dribbling out of the
side of my mouth and back down his shaft. Yet still I did
not stop I wanted to drain him of every last drop.

    Eventually he pushed my head away.

    "That's enough boy. You won't get anymore out of me", he
said as his breathing returned to normal.

    I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back.

    "How was that", he asked.

    "Great", I replied, "I don't want to wait another 18
years to suck my next cock. In fact, I want to suck you off
all night.

    "That would be fun", he replied, "But how about you let
me see what the lovely looking prick of yours tastes like".

    I moved to the top of the bed and spread my legs real
wide. Uncle Steve lay between my legs and wrapped his lips
round my own stiff cock and started to suck. I closed my
eyes as his lips and tongue performed their magic. I was so
horny after sucking him off. In less than two minutes I was
shooting my own load into his mouth. I knew right then my
purpose in life. I was to be a cocksucker. I got more from
doing the sucking than I did from having mine sucked.

    After I had cum we lay there next to each other gently
stroking each other. After a few minutes I wrapped my hand
round his cock and began to gently coax it back to life.
Within half an hour I had sucked off a cock for the second
time. By breakfast I had had spunk in my mouth four times
and we still had another 24 hours before my Gran retuned.

    Uncle Steve had to virtually throw me off him as every
opportunity I got my lips were wrapped round his cock. I
showed him all my porn, making mental notes of the bits that
got him going.

    The next day when Gran returned we still sneaked off for
some discreet cocksucking. Me on him that is.

    I had just finished sucking his cock. When the intercom
rang. I answered it.

    "Hello it's the Police officer who was here the other
day. I have just finished my duty. I was checking to see how
you were doing", he said.

    "Oh fine", I said, "Come on in. I was going to contact
you today".

    I quickly pulled my porn mags from under my mattress and
thru than on my bed.

    I went down to let him. I opened the door. He looked
even sexier in casual clothes than he did in his uniform.

    "Come up to my room", I said, "I have something to show
you".

    He followed me up the stairs.

    I hoped he likes having his cock sucked.

    The End.