Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 15:02:44 -0700
From: Rick Glasson <rich.glasson@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle William and Uncle Paul

In the same model as my last story, this is a work of fiction building
on a real incident from my youth.  Names have been changed, and
everything past a certain point is completely made up, but the basic
details of the situation are real.  In this instance, I did in fact
see my uncle in the state described.  Everything past that point is
the fiction/fantasy that these days I wish had been the reality.   A
sexual encounter involving an underage boy follows.  Please don't read
any further if you're not of legal age or it's otherwise not legal for
you to do so. Copyright is mine, please don't copy, re-publish or
otherwise make use of it except for the purpose it's intended to
fulfill :-)

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When I was a kid, my family lived in a pub which my mother ran in a
Northern England market town.  As well as the family quarters there
were additional rooms that were available to rent, which were also
where family visitors were accommodated.  My father was one of
thirteen children, most of whom were also married with kids, so we had
a fairly regular cycle of such visitors.  Of the thirteen, eight were
brothers, and a number of them played together in sports teams, so
when they were playing in the area they would frequently stay with us.

On one such occasion, the morning when a couple of them, Uncle Paul
and Uncle William, were due to leave after a visit, my mother had to
go out for a while and my dad had left for work early.  So my mum told
me to let my uncles sleep up to a certain time, then if they hadn't
appeared to go and wake them so they weren't too late setting off once
she got back.  The uncles were rugby players, beefy men who shared
similar features with my dad, dark hair, green eyes, and rugged
features.

By the time she'd suggested they should be up and about there was
still no sign of them, so I went upstairs with our dog in tow, knowing
that he was likely to jump on the bed and rouse them (they were
sharing a double bed in one of the guest rooms).  I got to the door
and could hear no sound inside, so I threw the door open and ran in,
switching the light on and watching with glee as the dog bounded in
and up onto the bed between them.  I ran over intending to do the
same, but as I came close saw that as they had both started awake,
between their movement and that of the dog, the covers on Uncle Paul's
side of the bed had completely ceased to cover him, and his cock,
clearly as I now understand in the grip of a morning glory erection,
was sticking straight up from his groin, clearly visible as he was
sleeping naked.

Intrigued and enthralled, I stopped beside the bed and stared at the
hard organ which to my small boy's eyes looked so very large.

"What's that, Uncle Paul?" I asked, entirely innocently.

Still not wholly awake, he looked blearily at where my fascinated gaze
was fixed, and hurried to pull a sheet back over himself.  Uncle
William, meanwhile, more awake and seeing the reason for both my query
and his brother's embarrassment, laughed loudly.

"That's you well and truly caught with your trousers down!" he said,
slapping Uncle Paul on the arm.

Uncle Paul was still trying to maintain (or really, recover) some
dignity, which was proving difficult in light of multiple factors; the
clearly still raging hard-on, the still active dog, and his brother's
efforts to pull the sheet back off him to increase his embarrassment.

Uncle William, meanwhile, was stirring the pot in other ways.  He grinned at me.

"What's the matter, Rich?  Never seen a real man before?  I'm not
surprised.  Your dad probably wouldn't want to show you his tiddler in
case yours is bigger."  He laughed loudly - mostly good-natured
ribbing was a key part of the inter-relationship between all the
brothers, and this was obviously a part of that.  In fact, I had
certainly seen my dad's cock, both occasionally at home and regularly
when he took me swimming.  I'd never thought about its size since it
was clearly in proportion with the rest of him.  I'd never seen a
man's erect penis before though.  I was fascinated by what I'd seen of
the veiny rigidity and the exposed head, and kept trying to see around
Uncle Paul's hand and the sheet to keep absorbing the sight in case I
didn't get to see one again.  Somehow in my youthful mind it wasn't
occurring to me that one day my own might be like that.

Uncle William missed none of this.

"I think the lad's interested in it, Paul.  You should let him have a
proper look."

Paul looked startled.  "Don't be daft!  He's only ten!"

"And?  How old were we all when we started checking each other out?"

"That's different and you know it."  With a harder heave, he managed
to pull the sheet back across himself, dislodging both the dog and the
covers on his brother's side of the bed, uncovering the fact, it
turned out, that Uncle William had a rapidly hardening cock of his
own.  It also turned out he had rather less shame than his younger
brother, and made no effort to hide it.  In fact, its stiffening
speeded up now that both I and and Uncle Paul were looking at it.

I was doing my best, in this sudden sequence of events, to compare
this new sight with the first.  It seemed that Uncle William's was
longer than Uncle Paul's, though possibly not as thick.  Also, it
looked more like an enlarged version of my own, in that there was skin
over the head.  I was fascinated by this variation, especially
considering they were brothers with relatively similar looks.

Uncle William was happy to relish my attention, and laid back on his
pillows, his hands behind his head, looking at his own cock as it
reached full hardness and uprightness.

"So," he asked me "are you impressed?"

Not sure what to say, I just nodded.

It was at this moment that I suddenly became aware of new sensations
in my own body, and realised with a shock that my own little willy was
doing its best to emulate those of the men in front of me.
Involuntarily I glanced down before returning my fascinated gaze to
the cock on the far side of the bed.  Now I began to be aware of the
thick bush of pubic hair surrounding it, and the heavy ballbag resting
on my uncle's thick sportsman's thighs.  Uncle William understood what
must have caused my distraction and grinned again.

"Bill!  Stop it!" said Uncle Paul urgently.  "You're going to get us
both in serious trouble."

The older man looked at me thoughtfully.

"You don't want to get anyone into trouble, do you Rich?"

I shook my head.

"Well, if anyone finds out that you've seen us like this we would get
into big trouble, even though it was only an accident, so we really,
really need to get you to promise you won't tell *anyone*.  Will you
promise?"

I nodded solemnly, then said, equally seriously "I promise Uncle Bill".

"There's the lad.  Now, why don't you shut that dog out for a bit then
come here and give me a cuddle before we have to get up and go?"

Uncle Paul stiffened (not like that...) at this, and as I turned
around to comply with his request I heard a hurried whispered
conversation going on behind me.  When I turned back from the door
Uncle William had a hand on his brother's arm as if stopping him from
getting out of the bed.  I heard his final urgent whisper:

"It's just a bit of fun, and it's not as if you're getting any softer!"

The comment made me look in Uncle Paul's direction as I clambered up
onto the bottom of the bed, and as far as I could see it was true, his
cock was still as hard as it had been previously, and his attempt to
hide it seemed slightly less determined.  Indeed, as Uncle William
pulled once again at the sheet, he gave up the effort completely and
allowed himself to be fully exposed again.

Now I had a clear view of both men's penises, both hard and sticking
directly up from their bodies, and I could see my initial guess at
their differences was broadly correct.  Uncle William's was perhaps an
inch longer, but appreciably thinner than Uncle Paul's, which actually
looked to be as thick as my own boyish wrist.  The difference in the
heads was also pronounced, though to my surprise, as Uncle William
moved and adjusted his balls for more comfort, he also pulled the skin
on the head of his completely back, revealing a bulbous head that
looked more like his brother's.

By this point I was kneeling on the end of the bed, and began to move
up to the promised cuddle, when Uncle Bill held up a hand to stop me.

"Hang on a minute - I think you need to get undressed too.  You don't
want to get your clothes all creased here do you?"

How naive I was - his 'logic' seemed perfectly sensible to me, and I
began to scramble out of my shoes and socks, T-shirt, shorts and
underwear.  The two men settled back to watch, Uncle Paul finally
seeming to relax, or at least to be willing to go along with his
brother.  I continued to watch them both, my eyes frequently drawn
back to their groins and occasionally twitching cocks as I tried to
balance myself standing on the bed while undressing and putting my
clothes in some kind of order while not wasting any time in doing as
they wanted.

As I finally pulled my underpants down to my ankles and stepped out of
them, I suddenly realised that the excited state of my own willy had
not subsided. In fact it had become even more aroused for reasons I
didn't understand.  As they were now so unashamed of their own
nakedness and hardness (not that Uncle William had really been ashamed
at any point) I decided to be a big boy and behave likewise.  So I
straightened up proudly and let them see everything I had, little
though it was at that time, as I stepped towards the space in the
middle of the bed between them.

As I got closer Uncle William held up his hand again.

"Just a minute, let us see how you've grown."  I stopped, and let the
two men take in every detail of my body, from my pale, hairless skin,
to the inch or so of uncut willy sticking proudly out above my tight
smooth ballsack.  Uncle William had me turn around, and once I'd done
so I felt him move slightly closer before putting a hand on my
shoulder and running it down my back to my bottom, where he squeezed
one of the cheeks.

"You're getting to be a big boy now, aren't you?" he asked, as he
turned me back around and patted the bed beside him.

Nodding, I flopped down into the space, resting against his
outstretched arm.  He curled it and pulled my naked body in against
his, turning towards me as he did so that my totally smooth chest was
pushed against his very hairy one and his rock solid cock was forced
flat against our pressed-together bellies.  I snuggled in, loving the
feeling of our unclothed bodies against each other, and instinctively
running a hand through his thick chest hair.  Over my head I
registered him beckon Uncle Paul to move in, and in moments a second
solid body joined us, a second hairy chest against the skin of my back
this time, and a muscular arm reaching over to wrap around both me and
Uncle Bill, pulling all three of us together.  At the same time, the
second hard manly penis came up against my body, this time pushed
downwards against the small mounds of my bottom, nestling naturally
into the crack between them.  The whole experience was incredibly
intense, and set my body off into all kinds of weird sensations that
were totally new to me.  My little cock in particular, being rubbed
against a man's skin and slightly tickled by his body hair, became
more and more sensitised, to the point where each tiny movement was
like an explosion of feeling.

Trying to be aware of the whole situation, I realised that my uncles
were pulling themselves closer together, and closer to me by
extension, with a hand on each other's bottoms, and suddenly, over my
head, they started kissing.  Straining to see, I watched as their
mouths met, hungrily and open, their tongues pushing urgently into
each other, simultaneously beginning pushing their groins harder
against me.

Not wanting to be left out of any of this remarkable experience, I
tried to shuffle myself up between them to get my face at the level of
theirs, but my efforts instead disrupted their rhythm and they broke
slightly apart.

"It's been a while" Uncle Bill said to Uncle Paul, who grinned and
nodded.  Then they both looked down at me as I heaved myself up from
their enclosing bodies.

Pulling myself up to their level, I turned my head to Uncle Bill's and
began kissing him in my best approximation of the technique I'd just
seen for the first time.  The effect on him was shocking.  His whole
body first jerked with shock before I felt it start to tremble against
me, even as his cock strained even harder against me.  A few seconds
later though, he began to kiss me back, harder and more passionately
than I could possibly match, and at the same time I felt Uncle Paul
shift his position so that he was able to move his head round to meet
ours.  Suddenly our three mouths were pressed together, our tongues
(mostly theirs, I admit) playing against each other and our saliva
wetting all our chins.

In the midst of this I felt both men's hands start to roam not only
over each other's bodies, but also over mine, and again every touch
triggered incredible new sensations in me.  When Uncle Paul broke away
from our faces and moved to start licking and biting on Uncle Bill's
nipples, Bill laid back and gave himself up to his brother's
explorations, with Uncle Paul ending up kneeling across my body with
his face down on the chest of his older brother.  I reached up and
started playing with his chest, pulling on his hair and rubbing his
own nipples while Uncle Bill twisted his head back to mine and began
kissing me again.  At the same time, he moved his hand to his own long
cock and began pulling on it with long, even strokes, making the skin
flick on and off the fat head.

Suddenly, I felt Uncle Paul's left hand move to my own body, and his
fingers stoking my own hard little willy.  He took it between a finger
and thumb and started pulling on it, while letting one of his other
fingers tickle gently against my scrotum.  I writhed and giggled with
delight, causing Uncle Bill to break off and glance down between our
bodies to see what was happening and begin pulling on his own cock
harder even as he reached through and wrapped his hand around the
thick trunk of his little brother's.

This loop of mutual stimulation continued for a while, with me in the
midst reaching out and touching as many parts of the men's bodies as I
could reach.  Eventually my roaming hand found Uncle Bill's hand
enclosing Uncle Paul's cock, and I did my best to get my own little
hand around the oddly textured exposed head.  It was slick with a
sticky substance, and as it pushed in and out of my hand I heard Uncle
Paul gasping.

After a few minutes of this, Uncle Bill again took charge, and moved
to separate us all slightly.

"Rich, your uncles need to come.  I know you don't understand that
yet, but you will when you're a bit older.  But it's something that
makes a man feel really good.  Will you help us to feel really good?"

By this point I was so overwhelmed with the experience I was in and
the extraordinary sensations causing me so much enjoyment, I think I'd
have agreed to anything.  I nodded eagerly.

"Good lad.  Kneel there in the middle of the bed, and if you want to,
play with your willy the way I've been playing with mine."

I hurried to comply, and in a moment knelt between them, knees wide
apart and pulling as well as I could on my own little organ, mentally
wishing I could hurry up and grow so that it would be more like the
thick, heavy, hot knobs of the men.

Uncle Bill gestured to Uncle Paul to match his own actions, and stood
up on the bed, taking a position slightly to my right with his cock
slightly above the level of my head.  Paul followed suit to my left.
Each held his own cock by its base, pointing it straight out towards
me.

"Kneel a bit more upright" I was instructed, and did so, bringing my
face closer to their cocks, which I proceeded to examine with great
interest now they were closer to my fascinated eyes.  Their
differences and similarities enthralled me, and I almost went
cross-eyed trying to look at both of them as they got closer and
closer to my mouth.

"Open wide" said Uncle Bill, and I realised with shock that he wanted
me to put my mouth on them (since putting even one of them actually in
my mouth was out of the question).  But as I've said I was so carried
away I hastened to make the effort, feeling in a moment the exposed
heads of both against my lips, and opening as wide as I could to
accommodate them.

It was a battle I was never going to win, but with a few minutes'
practice I was able to find a position which allowed me to get my lips
on both heads, and by diligent use of my tongue lick across each head
in turn.  As I reached this model each man began working his cock
backwards and forwards, jerking himself closer to coming.  I was dimly
aware that they were kissing again, but was so focused on giving their
hard cocks the attention they wanted that I couldn't even stop to
look.  My entire focus was on my ten year old mouth as I licked and
sucked on these two men's thick hard-ons as they pushed them at me,
straining to get my mouth on or around them as much as my small size
would allow.

Suddenly, Uncle Paul drew in a sharp breath, and hissed "I'm coming",
reaching down to grip my shoulder with one hand even as he jerked his
cock even harder with the other.  Before I realised what was
happening, three or four thick spurts of a warm fluid hit my face,
splattering on my cheek, nose and lips before beginning to ooze down
and drip onto my chest.

Seeing and feeling his younger brother's orgasm tipped Uncle William
over the edge, and he too gave one, two, three more hard pulls on his
cock then pushed it as hard as he could into my still open mouth.  The
skin of the exposed head pushed against my teeth, and jets of creamy,
salty, thick juice shot into my mouth, coating my teeth and tongue.  I
began swallowing instinctively, feeling it slide thickly down my
throat.

The two men stood shuddering beside me for a few seconds as I licked
the inside of my mouth and tried to decide if I liked the taste of
whatever I had just swallowed.  Then they both sagged to their knees
and Uncle William put a hand around me, resting it on my lower back,
and with a couple of fingers squeezing one of my buttocks.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked.

I nodded.  "What was that?" I asked, indicating the gooey mess still
on my face and chest.

"That's what happens when a man comes.  When you're older you'll make
the same stuff.  It's called cum too."

"Oh.  Okay, well I'm looking forward to that!"  I said, with youthful
enthusiasm, grinning as he tweaked my still hard little cock with his
other hand, and Uncle Paul reached down to tickle my balls again.

"I bet you are!" he replied.  "Now, hang on while I clean you up, then
we'll go and get ourselves ready to head off."

He reached into his bag beside the bed and pulled out a pair of his
underpants.  He used them to wipe the remains of Uncle Paul's cum off
my face and chest, and dabbed at the corner of my mouth where some of
his own had escaped.  His pants smelled musty and the smell excited me
again for some reason.  Once he was done he pointed at the pile of my
clothes and I redressed while they watched me.  Pulling my underwear
and shorts up over my still hard little prick was uncomfortable, and
they grinned as they watched me attempt it.

We left the room together, the two of them still naked as they headed
into the bathroom, me to my own room where I put a hand inside my
pants and played with my cock until I heard them start down the
stairs.

Once my mum was back and they'd had breakfast, they got up to leave
and I said I'd wave them off.  As they loaded the car, each one
crouched down to give me a hug and a kiss (Uncle Bill daringly making
it on the lips, with tongues), and then as he got into the driving
seat, he whispered to me;

"Did you enjoy this morning?"

I nodded eagerly.

"Would you like to do something like that again next time we're here?
There's a lot more we can show you how to do."  He squeezed the front
of his trousers, where a new erection was clearly already starting to
tent the fabric at the thought.

Mutely, I nodded again.

"Good.  Then we'll make sure we're back as soon as we can, won't we?"
he asked, looking across at his brother.

"I suppose we will" said Uncle Paul, looking both excited and slightly
uncomfortable, even as Uncle William laughed at him and reached across
to squeeze his groin.

"Yeah - he wants to, all right," he said to me, "whatever he might
like to think.  See you soon kiddo."

And with a wave, they set off, leaving me to ponder what other new
things I might learn the next time they came to visit.


*************

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My first effort is in the Gay:Adult/Youth section, entitled "Making
David Feel Better" if you'd like to check it out.