Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2002 11:47:58 EDT
From: GreyWolfLooking@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Tom

	   The first time I saw my Uncle Tommy's penis, I was ten
years old.  I was staying at his house for the weekend while
my parents went to their fifteenth High School reunion.  I
was in the bathroom taking a bath when Uncle Tommy walked in
and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I have to take a piss."
I blushed slightly and shook my head as he unzipped his
pants.  I was a little embarrassed because he could look down
into the bath tub and see my small penis, so I tried to
nonchalantly fan my hands over myself.  I looked up at him
and he didn't seem to be paying attention as he pulled open
his pants, pulled down his underwear and pulled out his
penis.  When I saw it, I stiffened noticeably as I stared up
at it.  From my vantage point, it looked like it had unfurled
itself and hung down half way to the rim of the toilet.  I
couldn't get over how much of a difference there was between
my penis and his.  Mine was short and stubby, while his was
thick and long with a huge swelling head.  As I stared up at
it, Uncle Tommy looked down at me and smiled, then tapped his
penis against his hand, pushed it into his pants, zipped up
and left.  I sat in the bath tub and stared at the door as I
wondered why I was so mesmerized by the sight of my Uncle
Tommy's penis.  I finally went back to washing myself and I
noticed that my own penis was as stiff as a board.  I had
noticed that it would sometimes be hard in the morning when I
woke up, but would quickly soften as I got out of bed.  As I
thought about why that happened, I wondered what Uncle
Tommy's penis would look like if it got hard like mine did.
I eventually got out of the bath tub, dried off and put on my
pajamas.  I went out into the family room and Uncle Tommy was
watching TV.  I sat down on the couch and started watching TV
too, but would occasionally look over at Uncle Tommy.  I
found myself staring down at his pants and wishing I could
see his penis again.  Later that night, I went to bed and
thought about Uncle Tommy's big penis.  I reached down and
slowly rubbed my own small penis and was amazed that it got
hard.  I had a funny feeling in my stomach as I continued to
slowly rub it though my underwear.  I looked over at the
door, then nervously pushed my hand down inside my underwear.
I had never done anything like this before, because I felt it
was wrong somehow. When I first touched my penis, I felt it
jump and wondered why.  I touched it all the time when I went
to the toilet, but somehow I knew that touching it like this
was a completely different matter.  I rubbed up and down on
it until I felt it jump a few times, then I felt this
tremendous rush of excitement.  The palm of my hand felt a
little moist and I wondered if I had gotten so excited that a
little drop of pee had worked it way out of my penis.  I
thought about how wonderful it had felt until I finally fell
asleep.
 
     After that night, I would play with my penis on a
nightly basis.  I would always think about Uncle Tommy's
penis as I played with myself.  After a few months of playing
with myself like this, I finally got up enough nerve and left
the light on in my room.  I waited until my parents had gone
to bed, then I pulled off my covers and looked at my penis as
I played with it.  After a few minutes, I felt it spasm, then
I saw a small glop of fluid fly out the end of my penis and
land on my stomach.  It was a creamy clear looking fluid and
I instinctively knew that it wasn't pee.  I was totally
perplexed, but didn't know who I could talk to about it.
 
     About a month later, my parents went out of town for the
weekend, so I spent the night at Uncle Tommy's house again.
I realized that I was looking forward to spending the night
at Uncle Tommy's house and wondered if it was because I liked
being around him or if I was secretly wishing I would get a
chance to see his penis again.  Uncle Tommy always spoke
crudely with lots of swear words and I thought he was so
cool.  After watching TV for awhile, Uncle Tommy said, "Time
to take a bath and get ready for bed."  I got up quickly and
without thinking, I said, "If you have to go pee-pee while
I'm taking a bath, I don't mind if you come into the
bathroom."  As soon as I said it, I blushed in terrible
embarrassment.  Uncle Tommy looked over at me oddly, then put
his hand down over the front of his jeans and grabbed it as
he laughed and said, "Well, if I have to "GO PEE-PEE", I'll
be sure to do it in the bathroom."  I blushed again, then
quickly went into the bathroom.  I couldn't believe that I
had said something so stupid. I quickly got undressed and got
into the tub.  The water was filling up, when the door opened
and Uncle Tommy walked in.  He looked down at me sitting in
the tub and smiled as he said, "Well, you were right.  I did
have to take a piss."  He walked over to the toilet, pulled
down his lounging shorts and his penis flopped out.  Again, I
was impressed with how thick and long it was.  I stared at
his penis as he began to pee.  Because he wasn't wearing a
shirt, I could see that he had a thick dark patch of pubic
hair surrounding his penis.  When he finished peeing, he
wiggled it a little to get the last few drops of pee to fall
off into the toilet.  I thought he would pull up his lounging
shorts and leave, but he stood there and continued to shake
his penis.  I noticed that his penis was starting to stretch
and get longer and thicker.  I finally looked up at his face
and he was smiling at me. I blushed profusely as Uncle Tommy
said, "Just want to make sure I shake all the piss out."  I
blushed again because I knew he made that comment on account
of me staring at his penis.  As he pulled up his pants and
left, I wondered if I could ask Uncle Tommy about what was
happening to my body.  I got out of the tub, dried off, put
on my pajamas and went out into the family room.  Uncle Tommy
was sitting there, drinking a beer as he watched TV. I
noticed that he had already had about four or five beers and
I wondered if he wasn't drinking enough to get drunk.  I had
been wondering what beer tastes like, so I said, "Uncle
Tommy, do you think I could try a beer?"  He looked over at
me and I saw that his eyes were a little glassy, then he
smiled and said, "I don't see why not.  You're not planning
on driving anywhere later, are you?" Uncle Tommy laughed at
his joke as he handed me a beer.  I popped the tab and took a
big gulp.  It burned a little as it went down and I tried to
keep from gagging, but I couldn't and I spit it out all over
the couch and Uncle Tommy.  Uncle Tommy looked down as the
beer trickled down his stomach.  I apologized as I continued
to cough, but I could see that Uncle Tommy was upset.  He
looked at me menacingly and said, "Get over here and lick it
off."  I put the beer down and looked up at him anxiously,
when he put his hand around the back of my head and pulled me
towards him.  I lost my balance and fell forward onto his
stomach.  When I did, I put my hand out to stop my fall and
my hand landed right on his crotch.  I tried to pull my hand
away, but he was holding my head down on his stomach and the
way my arm was tucked under me, I couldn't move my hand.  I
felt his penis begin to expand as he said, "Go on, lick up
the beer you spit up."  Uncle Tommy was mushing my face
against his stomach, so I began to tentatively lick my tongue
out against his stomach.  I felt his penis continue to expand
and was confused about what was happening.  He pushed my head
lower and told me to continue cleaning up the beer.  The
farther he pushed me down, the more my hand moved against his
penis.  My hand was pushed so tightly against his lounging
shorts that when he moved my head down, my body and hand
moved down farther too and that caused his shorts to slide
down.  He pushed me down a little farther and I saw the head
of his penis push out over the waistband of his shorts.  My
face was only inches from it and when he pushed my head down
farther, I felt the head of his dick brush against my cheek.
Uncle Tommy moaned a little and said, "That's right, keep
cleaning up the mess you made."  Uncle Tommy breathed in
deeply and in a husky voice said, "Just a little bit lower."
I felt Uncle Tommy push my head down a little farther and my
lips came in contact with the tip of his penis.  I moved my
head to the side a little and opened my mouth reflexively as
the head of his penis slipped through my lips.  Uncle Tommy
moaned again and said, "Go on, clean up the beer that got on
me.  Suck it all up."  I closed my lips around the head of
his penis and sucked on it as he moaned again.  I thought I
would be disgusted, but instead I was strangely excited and
pulled my hand down farther.  This caused my arm to pull free
and his shorts to be pulled down below his testicles.  I slid
my mouth down farther on his penis and sucked it deeper into
my mouth.  Uncle Tommy moaned again, then relaxed the
pressure on the back of my head.  I pulled my head up off his
penis, but before it was completely out of my mouth, Uncle
Tommy pushed my head back down and said, "Don't stop yet.
Finish cleaning it off."  I sucked his penis back into my
mouth and heard him moan again.  I closed my lips tightly
around his penis as I pushed my mouth further down on it.  I
was extremely excited by what was happening and pushed down
farther as I sucked his penis farther into my mouth.  Uncle
Tommy relaxed the pressure on the back of my head, so I
pulled up as I sucked, then before he could push my head back
down, I moved back down onto his penis.  Uncle Tommy moaned
again and said, "Yeah, that's right.  Clean it all off."  I
began to move my head up and down as I sucked on his penis.
I really didn't know what I was doing or if I was doing it
right, but I knew that I liked how it felt in my mouth and
hoped he didn't stop me.  As I was sucking up and down on his
stiff penis, I began to wonder what it would feel like to
touch his testicles, so I got up some nerve and slowly moved
my hand up until I was gently holding his testicles in the
palm of my hand.  I heard him moan, so I began to slowly and
gently roll them around in my hand.  Uncle Tommy moaned a few
more times and said, "Oh yeah, that feels so good.  Keep it
up.  Keep doing it just like that."  I continued to suck up
and down his penis for a few more minutes when I felt his
testicles pull up against his body, then his penis pulsed a
few times within my mouth, then I felt Uncle Tommy tense his
legs.  I wondered what was happening, when Uncle Tommy
grabbed my head with both hands and yelled out, "Yeah, just
like that.  Keep doing it. I'm almost there."  Uncle Tommy
pushed my mouth down onto his penis as he humped his hips
against my face, then I felt the head of his penis flare out
and a long rope of syrupy fluid shot into my mouth.  It hit
the back of my throat and almost caused me to gag, but I
didn't want him to get upset at me, so I swallowed it just as
another long spurt of fluid shot into my mouth.  I continued
to swallow the fluid as Uncle Tommy held my head in place and
humped his hips up and down.  He eventually released my head
and I pulled my mouth off his penis.  I sat up on the couch
and looked up at Uncle Tommy.  He looked down at me with this
bewildered look on his face, then abruptly stood up, pulled
up his shorts and said, "It's past your bedtime. Go to bed.
Now."  I sat there looking at him in confusion, when he
scowled at me and said, "Go to bed, NOW."  I got up shakily
and left the room.  I was in a turmoil about what had
happened.  I wanted to tell him that I wasn't upset about
what had happened, but he seemed to be so mad that I thought
I had better do as he said.  I went into my bedroom, got in
bed and laid there for an eternity until I finally fell
asleep.
 
     The next morning, I got up and went into the kitchen.  I
fixed myself some breakfast and waited for Uncle Tommy to get
up.  I wondered if he would still be mad at me about what we
did the night before.  After about an hour, Uncle Tommy came
into the kitchen and went over to the coffee pot.  I had made
coffee for him in an effort to make peace with him, so I
looked at him as he poured the coffee.  He looked over at me
and I smiled, but he left the room and went into the living
room.  I went into the living room and Uncle Tommy looked up
at me.  I blushed slightly as I looked over at him, then he
smiled devilishly and said, "You liked what happened last
night, didn't you?  You liked cleaning my dick off with your
mouth, didn't you?"  I blushed again, then slowly nodded my
head and said, "Y-y-yes."  Uncle Tommy put his coffee down on
the end table, then stood up, pulled down his lounging shorts
and said, "I think you missed a spot.  Come over here and
finish it."  I looked down at his dick and saw that it was
slowly getting harder and longer.  When it was totally rigid,
Uncle Tommy grabbed his dick and said, "Get over here, NOW."
I walked over to him and he said, "Get on your knees." After
I was down on my knees, I looked up at Uncle Tommy and smiled
nervously.  He smiled back, then said, "Suck my cock."  I
looked down at his dick, then leaned forward and sucked it
into my mouth.
 
     After that first time, I would suck Uncle Tommy's dick
every chance I got.  My parents didn't object to my sudden
interest in spending time with Uncle Tommy, so I spent nearly
every weekend at his house.  For my twelfth birthday, Uncle
Tommy bought me a pair of thin silk jogging shorts with a
matching spaghetti strap tank-top.  They were a pale pink and
I absolutely loved them, but I could only wear them when I
was at his house and only after Uncle Tommy had prepared me
properly.
     zxzx said I couldn't wear any underwear with them.  He also said
it was my slave outfit and when I was wearing it, I had to do
whatever he said.  It was about a month after my birthday and
I was over at Uncle Tommy's house.  We were in the living
room and I was on my knees, sucking his dick as he sat on the
couch and watched a football game on the TV.  I liked to
slowly suck his dick for hours at a time.  I had been sucking
him for about thirty minutes, when the doorbell rang.  I was
startled and pulled my mouth off of his dick and looked up at
Uncle Tommy as I said, "Someone is at the door.  Should I go
change my clothes?"  Uncle Tommy smirked slightly and said,
"No.  It's a friend of mine.  Go answer the door and let him
in." I gasped a little and said, "But he'll see me in my
outfit." Uncle Tommy looked at me sternly and said, "Your
SLAVE outfit."  I lowered my head and said, "Yes Master, my
slave outfit."  Uncle Tommy huffed and said, "Good.  I'm glad
you understand.  Now, go open the door."  I got up and went
to the front door.  I was more upset about being interrupted
than I was about having Uncle Tommy's friend see me in my
outfit.  As I walked towards the front door, I figured Uncle
Tommy would pull his longing shorts back up.  I opened the
front door and saw a tall blond man about my uncle's age.  He
smiled at me and stepped into the house.  As he walked past
me, he put his hand on my cheek and patted it as he said,
"You must be Randy.  I've been wanting to meet you." He kept
walking, so I turned and followed him back into the living
room as I wondered why he wanted to meet me.  When we got
back into the living room, I looked over at Uncle Tommy and
saw that he had pulled up his lounging shorts.  Uncle Tommy
called me over to him and as he talked to his friend, he put
his hand up on my ass and felt my ass through the thin
material.  As they continued to talk, Uncle Tommy slid his
hand down my ass and between my legs.  He pulled on my leg a
few times, so I spread my feet wider.  Uncle Tommy rubbed his
hand up the inside of my leg and slid it up underneath my
shorts.  Because I wasn't allowed to wear underwear, he
easily reached up and grabbed onto my balls.  I looked over
at his friend, but he acted like nothing was wrong.  I could
feel Uncle Tommy's hand slide back onto my ass as he pushed
my ass-cheeks apart and pushed his middle finger against my
tight anus.  I was terribly embarrassed to have Uncle Tommy
treat me like this in front of one of his friends, but I
couldn't help myself, so as he continued to rub his finger
against my butt-hole, I leaned forward slightly, loosened my
sphincter muscle and let Uncle Tommy's finger slide up into
my ass.  His finger slid into my ass easily because whenever
I came over to his house, he would make me get into the
bathtub and give me enemas with baby oil in them.