Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2009 10:11:39 -0700
From: Rick Glasson <rich.glasson@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle William and Uncle Paul - 2

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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In the few weeks immediately following my uncles' visit, I took every
opportunity to be alone and drop my trousers or shorts to explore and
play with my willy, as if I'd only just discovered it.  As indeed, as
a source of pleasurable sensations, I had.  I found that the memory of
that morning encounter was sufficient to trigger an immediate
stiffening, and I practiced the back and forth jerking motion that
both men had employed immediately before 'coming', finding the
feelings very nice, but not yet experiencing anything like the
explosive results they had achieved.  I examined myself in as much
detail as angles and my mother's hand mirror allowed, comparing the
proportions of my willy and scrotum with my memories of each of the
uncles'.

I held on to their promise that I would see them soon, anticipating
more fun like that of their last visit, but with no clear idea of when
that might be.  Their visits were usually associated with rugby
matches, and I had no idea of their match schedule.

It was around five or six weeks after that last visit, just before the
start of the school Easter holiday, that my dad came into the living
room one afternoon having been on the phone.

"We've got room for William and Paul to stay at the weekend haven't
we?" he asked my mum, who nodded her confirmation.

"Is there another match so soon?" she asked.

"No - they've just decided they fancy a couple of days away.  Alice
[Uncle William's wife] is taking the kids to see her mother for a
couple of days so he decided to have a run out himself and he
suggested to Paul they both come over here and get out on the moors."

And so I learned that my two new favourite uncles were coming to visit
without any really good reason.  I secretly wondered if the real
reason was to make good on their promise to show me more things we
could all do together.

Friday was the last day at school for two weeks, and when I got home I
saw Uncle William's car already parked outside.  They must have set
off quite early.  I ran inside to find them both in the kitchen
talking to mum, who was telling them that my dad was going to have to
work over the weekend; definitely the Saturday and maybe the Sunday,
but that he'd be around in the evenings.  She broke off as I came in
and politely greeted my uncles.

"Go wash your hands and we'll have tea" she told me.

I ran upstairs, eager to comply, and when I came out of the bathroom,
Uncle William was waiting to go in.

"How are you doing, kiddo?" he asked, crouching beside me.

"I'm very well thank you Uncle William" I said, slightly formally.

Grinning and glancing quickly back to the stairs, he reached out and
pulled me towards him for a hug.  As I moved to put my arms around him
he took one of my hands and moved it to the front of his trousers,
where I could feel the outline of a hard shape.

"You up for some more fun this weekend then?  I've been working on
your Uncle Paul ever since we left last time to come back up and visit
you.  He was a bit uncertain, so if you really do want to, you'll have
to make sure he knows you're keen."

I squeezed his solid cock as I replied, making him groan very
slightly.  "Definitely!  It was fun, and you promised you'd show me
more things that we could do, so I'll make sure he knows I've been
looking forward to you coming back."

"Good lad.  Now let go of me - I'll never be able to piss with this on."

I let go and stepped aside so he could go into the bathroom while I
went to my room to change out of my school uniform.  My own willy was
hard again, and I kept playing with it as I changed.  It was only as I
turned back to the open door to go back downstairs that I realised my
Uncle was standing in the doorway, watching me and again squeezing on
the hard shape at the front of his trousers.

"You're a menace" he told me.  "I've been horny all day and all night
since I got back from our last visit.  Your Auntie Alice has never
been rogered so hard or so much.  And it's all because I can't get you
out of my head.  Then I see you pulling on your cock... jesus!  We've
got to get downstairs.  Go ahead and distract your mum so I can sit
down without her seeing me in this state."

I ran down ahead of him and into the kitchen, where I held my mother
up with random chatter about my day at school until I heard both my
uncles seat themselves at the dining table, then helped her take the
tea things through.  I sat next to Uncle Paul, and made a point
touching him as frequently as I could, such as by of resting my hand
on his thigh whenever I got up to bring things through at mum's
request.  The first time he jumped slightly, but eventually he calmed
down, going so far as to push his leg against mine at one point.

After tea, while mum got herself ready for the evening session behind
the bar, my uncles and I played in the yard with a bat and ball until
my dad got home and suggested they came in for a drink.  After that I
was left to my own devices until mum came through at my bedtime to
send me upstairs.  I was disappointed not to have had more time with
our visitors, but dutifully went up and changed, cleaned my teeth and
got into bed.  I'd been asleep for a while when I was woken by my door
being opened.  Blearily I registered Uncle William come in and crouch
down by the bed.  His slightly beery breath blew warm against my face
as he whispered.

"Gotta be quick, your dad's helping your mum close up and they'll be
up soon.  Do you want to come out with Paul and I tomorrow?"

"Yes please" I relied eagerly.

"Okay, well don't say anything until we ask.  I'm going to leave it
until after your dad's gone out to suggest it.  Bloody handy him
working."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but agreed that I'd wait.  He leaned in
to kiss me on the forehead and slipped a hand under the covers and
squeezed my willy through the fabric of my pyjamas.  He felt it stir,
then stood up, letting go as he did so.

"That's the lad.  See you in the morning."

He left the room, leaving me tingling with anticipation, and playing
with myself until I dozed back to sleep.


On Saturday morning I woke early and went downstairs to find my dad
already preparing to go to work.  We exchanged a few words, with him
apologising for missing the first day of my break, and asking me to
tell his brothers he would see them later.

Not long after he had left, my mother then uncle appeared, and we
began getting ready for the day.  It was as I left the breakfast table
to go and get dressed that Uncle William said to my mother;

"Tell you what, why don't we take Rich out with us for the day?  It'll
do him good to get out in the fresh air, and he won't be under your
feet.  We'll be back this evening so he won't be out too late.  What
do you think?" he finished, turning to me and winking so my mum
couldn't see.

She looked at me.

"That'd be great, Uncle William.  I can show you where we went on our
school trip last year.  Can I mum?

My mother, who usually ended up taking me on her weekend errands,
needed no persuasion, and twenty minutes later the three of us were
driving off in Uncle William's car.  I sat in the back, with the
window wound all the way down, watching as we left the town and headed
out into the country.

Once we reached the moors, we drove around looking at the scenery and
looking for a good place to start a walk.  We ended up pulling up in a
parking area near the reservoir which I had visited with my school,
and set off to explore.  We walked around the edge of the water,
watching boats skimming across the surface, and heading towards the
side furthest from the  road and the busy paths.  On the far side, a
relatively thick stretch of trees made passage harder, and so fewer
people went there.

We, it seemed, were not going to be deterred, as Uncle William led us
in that direction almost from the moment he saw the woodland.  We
plunged into the trees and undergrowth, quickly leaving what little
path there was, until he found a small space between the trees large
enough for us to walk around in.  He stopped and leaned against one of
the trees.

"This seems pretty private.  What do you think?" he asked Uncle Paul.

His brother looked around, slightly nervously.  "Are we really going
to do stuff?" he asked?

"Yes" said Uncle William determinedly.  "Look, we've talked about it
for a month now - I know you're worried, but you also said you were
getting the horn thinking about it as much as I was.  And Rich wants
to play, don't you?"

I responded with great enthusiasm, not having to feign in the slightest.

"The thing you need to understand Rich" said the older man, "is that
when we were kids, all us lads played together like we played with you
the other week, but we mostly didn't play with older blokes.  It's
just something that brothers do, but since you haven't got any, I
think you still deserve to have a bit of cock fun while you're
learning what to do with yours.  Paul's a bit unsure, so you need to
keep letting him know that you're happy with anything we do, and if we
do anything you don't like, just say, and we'll stop right away.  And
you really mustn't ever tell anyone.  Okay?"

The question seemed directed at both me and his brother, and it was
only after my own vigorous nod that Uncle Paul gave his own
affirmation.

"Thank Christ that's settled, I've been gasping to get my knob out
since we left the car!"

And with that, taking one more quick look around to confirm that we
were hidden from the outside world, he quickly unfastened his belt and
trousers, pushing them down to his ankles, and leaning against the
tree again as he kneaded the bulge growing in his underpants.

He asked me to take my outer clothes off, hanging them on handy
branches, then invited me to come and stand in front of him.  I did
so, leaving my own underpants on.  Uncle Paul, meanwhile, relaxing at
last, took off his coats and laid it on the ground beside us,
untucking his own t-shirt and pulling down the tracksuit bottoms he
was wearing to reveal a jockstrap underneath.  I'd never seen one
before, but filed away its examination for later.

Uncle William began his instruction for me.

"Just reach over and play with my willy through my pants.  See how it
feels."  I did so, putting both hands on it and feeling its length
twitch under them.  I grasped it with the fabric, making it harden and
lengthen even as my own followed suit in its own little way.  I'd been
intrigued by Uncle William's balls last time too, and moved one hand
to feel the large round mound beneath the penis.  Uncle William leaned
his head back on the tree even as he thrust his groin forward.

"Keep doing that" he instructed, and I complied; grasping the length
with one hand, cupping the weight with the other.  Uncle Paul had
shuffled up behind me and reached across to push his hand under his
brother's shirt, pushing the fabric up to allow him access to the
nipples which, to my surprise, seemed to be stiffening too under his
attention.  Uncle Paul's own barely covered and clearly straining
willy was alongside my head and I turned to look at it pushing against
the unusual underwear.

Uncle William reached down and pulled his underpants down, moving my
hands briefly as he freed his long and fully rigid organ, the heavy
balls falling to dangle below, and his impressive bush revealed to my
eager eyes.  I returned to my task, this time pulling the shaft
backwards and forwards so that the skin again slid backwards and
forwards over the head.  As I pushed, it would fully uncover the head
briefly.

"Why are your willies different?" I asked.

Uncle Paul responded even as he used one hand to massage his own
impressive bulge while maintaining his attention on a nipple.

"I had to have an operation on mine when I was younger than you.  I
was having trouble with it so they had to cut the bit of skin off the
end.  Your Uncle William's is natural like yours, but he likes it
skinned back, don't you?  More sensitive that way."  Uncle William
nodded and reached across to the heavy bugle of his brother's own
willy and balls cupping it and hefting its weight, and rubbing a thumb
across where the head was clearly outlined.  He teased at it for maybe
thirty seconds and then tucked his fingers under one side of the
cloth, pushing it aside and allowing the full thick length of it to
flop against his hand.  He quickly wrapped his hand around it from
underneath, reminding me how very thick it was as it rested against
his wrist.

"You don't get many of those to the pound, eh?  Take a good look Rich,
you're not going to see a lot of cocks that thick."  He tugged on it
firmly, bringing his brother closer like a dog on a lead.

"He was always the big one.  None of us could get a decent mouthful
even when he was your age.  Took after our dad on that front."

My head filled with images of my dad's brothers (and my dad?) playing
together like this when they were kids.  I had a million questions
that I was planning on asking at the first opportunity.

He brought the head close to my lips.

"See how much you can manage" he told me.

Leaving off from the attention I was paying his own, I turned my
attention to Uncle Paul's cock - I was learning mentally to substitute
the word for the 'willy' I usually used - and placed myself right in
front of it, adjusting my height to match it.  I reached up with one
hand and took it in my hand.  I was small for my age anyway, but even
Uncle William's adult hand had only just managed to fully encompass
it.  Still, I held it as best I could and steered it towards my mouth.

The exposed head, as I'd registered before, had an odd textured look
that I found very intriguing, and even as it came near my face I saw a
single drop of clear liquid well up from the slit at the end.  I stuck
out the tip of my tongue and felt the warm stickiness burst on my
tongue.  The slightly salty taste was as I recalled it from their last
visit, and I spread the fluid over the head as I licked around it.  I
moved my mouth onto it, opening as wide as I could and pressing my
lips around as much of the head as I could fit.  I managed maybe half
of its thick bell, and set to flicking my tongue around over that
covered part while pulling the body back and forth.  More of the slick
liquid merged with my spit.

"Suck on it too" whispered Uncle Paul, and I began to do so, looking
up and watching him starting to pull on his own nipple.  I applied as
much suction  as I could, instinctively trying to keep my teeth off
it, and twisting my head slightly one way and the other, constantly
trying to get even a little bit more inside.  I gagged once or twice
and had to pull my head back before trying again.  Uncle Paul pulled
harder and harder on the nipple and   began moving his hips backwards
and forwards, humping my face.

I felt Uncle William kneeling beside me, and to my surprise found his
face alongside mine, licking the exposed knob and down the length of
the shaft.  Uncle Paul groaned in pleasure, grabbing the older man by
the hair and pushing his face into the base of his cock and down
towards his balls, which were soon being licked and sucked on too.  At
the same time I began pulling my own willy through the hole in the
front of my pants, aware that Uncle William was again tugging on his
own too.

"You need to stop if you want me to last more than another minute."
gasped Uncle Paul.

Uncle William pulled back, grinning.

"Well let's call this first one a quicky, then you can take more time
over the next one.  Rich, you take over here."

We swapped the focuses of our attention, and I found myself with my
face in Uncle Paul's hairy bush, inhaling his scent and licking on his
heavy balls through the coarse bag of skin.  The texture was even
odder than that of his cock head and I did my best to lick and suck on
one of his balls the way Uncle William had been.  From the corner of
my eye I continued to watch Uncle William, determined to learn how to
do all these things as well as I could.  He was able to get the whole
thick head in his mouth and was able to suck on it hard.  As he
grasped the shaft I saw it becoming even harder and he worked it while
sucking on the knob.

I was surprised, after maybe thirty seconds of this attention, to feel
Uncle Paul's balls tighten up towards his cock, making it harder to
suck on them.  At the same time his thrusting became a little more
urgent, and he pulled his older brother's head harder onto his cock.
Uncle William looked like he needed to gag himself, but stuck to his
task long enough for Uncle Paul to give a yell of pleasure.  His cock
began to pulse against my exploring face, and I imagined his cum
shooting up it and into Uncle William's still sucking mouth.  I felt
three or four pulses before he sagged slightly against a tree and let
go of Uncle William's head.

Gasping slightly for breath, Uncle William turned to me and pulled me
towards him, kissing me open-mouthed and with his tongue spreading
what remained of the salty load in my mouth.

Uncle Paul, his still slightly hard cock in his hand, was the first to speak.

"Holy...!  That was incredible.  I'm horny enough I think I could go
again right away."

Uncle William looked up at him with a grin.

"Oh no you don't.  It's my turn next."

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

More to come.  Please let me know what you think.

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