Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2009 15:46:13 -0700
From: Rick Glasson <rich.glasson@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle William and Uncle Paul - 3

See the header on parts one and two for the background to this story.
This part picks up immediately after part two.  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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Expecting him to want the same treatment as his brother had just
received, I shuffled round so that I was on my knees in front of Uncle
William and leant my head towards him.  But he held out an arm to stop
me, and after another quick look round, quickly pulled his sweater and
t-shirt over his head and off, following the action by bending to drop
his underpants to his ankles.  As he straightened to show himself
completely naked, he stepped out of them and over to where Uncle
Paul's coat was spread on the ground.  His hard cock swung back and
forth as he moved, and when he turned and bent to straighten the coat
I saw his heavy balls swinging between his legs.  For the first time I
also saw how hairy his bottom was, matching much of the rest of his
body.  It was muscular and firm, and I was oddly drawn to the sight.

He turned again and settled himself down on the coat, pulling on his
cock as he spread his legs and bent his knees so his feet rested flat
on the ground.

He gestured for me to sit between his legs, and I quickly knelt there,
reaching out and wrapping a hand around the knob of his cock as he
fisted it up and down.  He pulled his brother over to his side, and
Uncle Paul began running a hand over his chest, playing with his hair
and rubbing his nipples.

As I clenched the top of his cock, feeling the skin sliding backwards
and forwards, and the increasingly familiar wet stickiness start to be
produced, my other hand went to explore his balls and I cupped their
solid weight, feeling the coarse hairs tickling my palm, and squeezing
each one in turn.  They were heavy and I could feel them distinctly,
rolling them in my fingers.  The bush of dark hair around them
extended down his legs and, as I now knew, back into the cleft of his
bottom and across the cheeks.  Again I marveled at the amount of hair
his had compared to my own completely smooth body.

"That's nice" he said.  "Keep playing with them for a bit."

I did so, moving to lay flat on the coat so that I could get closer.
His groin smelled of sweat and a muskiness, and I inhaled deeply.  I
ground my hips into the woodland floor beneath me as I instinctively
began stimulating myself, and as I did so I tugged down on the ball I
had in my hand.

Uncle William moaned slightly in pleasure.

"Oh yes, give them a good pull while you're down there.  That feels brilliant."

Intrigued, I pulled harder, making him groan and spread his legs
slightly wider as if to allow me more access.  In response I brought
both hands to his ballbag and taking one ball in each, applied a
harder pressure as I pulled them towards me.

"Oh christ!" he cried.  "That's the boy!  Give 'em a big tug!"

Eager to obey, I pulled on his balls with greater urgency, feeling
sure that even though I was so much smaller and weaker than him it
must, surely,  hurt at some point, but he simply writhed in apparently
greater pleasure with each yank.

With my head close to his balls as I watched them redden and swell
under my attentions, I became aware of a slurping sound above my head,
and flicking a glance upwards I saw that Uncle Paul had positioned
himself so that Uncle William's cock head was in his mouth, his older
brother's hand almost hitting him in the face as it fisted the long
cock.  I saw from the movements of his cheeks that Uncle Paul was
sucking hard, clearly returning the favour he had received a little
earlier.

He lifted his head briefly and I saw that Uncle William's skin was
fully pulled back, his knob dark red and glistening with Uncle Paul's
saliva and his own fluid.

"Suck on his balls" Uncle Paul instructed before returning to his
ministrations.  "He's always loved that."

Obediently, I pushed my head into the older man's groin and, releasing
my grip on his right ball, took it as much into my mouth as I could.
I felt that oddly-shaped lump against my teeth as I tried to take it
all in, and pushing harder, I wrapped my tongue underneath and drew
the whole thing inside.  I was dimly aware of my uncle giving what
sounded almost to be a howl of pleasure as I sucked hard on one ball
while pulling on the other at the same time as his brother's mouth
almost vacuumed his cock's bell-shaped head.

Pausing only to take a breath, I switched my attentions so that his
other ball was in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it as I pulled
my head back to pull on it.  The writhing of his hips intensified, and
he pushed upwards, stabbing his cock into the eagerly sucking mouth,
and stretching his sac even further as he moved up and away from my
mouth.  I felt his balls begin to contract as I had felt Uncle Paul's
earlier and knew he was getting close.

Clearly he knew it too, as he pushed his younger brother away with a
gasp and pushed himself to a sitting upright position.

"Hold it.  I want to last a bit longer.  Rich, come up for air kiddo."

I pushed myself up onto all fours and looked at him like a puppy
awaiting his master's next instruction.  He grinned at my keenness.

"You need some attention too, don't you, lad?"

Instinctively I reached down and kneaded the front of my underwear,
pulling on my own hard little willy and nodding slightly shyly.  He
bent forward and kissed me, pulling me close with a hand on my head so
that his other could reach into my pants.  He played with me down
there while his tongue explored my mouth.  I felt his big hands
rubbing around my hard little cock, squeezing and stroking and making
me tingle.  At that point Uncle Paul, finally casting off the last of
his initial reticence, took a decisive action and moved around to pull
my pants down to my knees.  He ran his hands over my smooth little
cheeks and pushed a finger between my legs to tickle the back of my
balls.

Uncle William stopped to watch what he was doing.

"Want to suck on him?" he asked.

"Yeah" said his brother eagerly.  "Yeah I do."

My heart leaped at the thought that one of these wonderful men would
want to take my little organ in his mouth and give me the pleasure it
was clear my own attention gave them.

Uncle William stood me up, pulling my underpants down the rest of the
way and off as he did so.  He stood me facing his brother, and took my
willy in a finger and thumb, pointing it at Uncle Paul as he did so.
Uncle Paul took his cue and got on his hands and knees in front of me,
pushing his face towards my hips.  He opened his mouth and in one
movement took both my willy and my smooth little ballsac fully into
his mouth.

My whole body shuddered uncontrollably as the warm wetness enclosed
me, and I felt Uncle Pauls' tongue begin to lap at me, swirling around
even as he began to suck.  I felt his lips push hard against my groin
and I pushed forward slightly as I'd seen both men do.  He lifted one
hand and put it against my bottom, pulling me still closer and deeper
into his mouth, as one thumb pushed through to press against the spot
between balls and bottom.  My legs were trembling with the intensity
of the sensations pouring through my body.  I felt like every inch of
my skin was somehow being stroked at once, and had he not supported me
with his encircling arm I may have collapsed then and there.

Uncle William watched with a ferocious intensity, his eyes constantly
moving across both our bodies and clearly savouring every detail.  He
fisted his own cock almost unconsciously, and I watched the skin
flicking back and forth over the glistening head as he brought himself
close to the edge, then stopped, then went again.  Sweat broke out
across his body as he almost tormented himself.

After maybe five minutes of this, with Uncle Paul's sucking becoming
even stronger and more urgent, his pressure on that spot behind my
balls becoming harder, Uncle William finally decided he couldn't delay
his own climax any longer.

He moved around behind his brother and pushed his legs together with
his feet.   Kneeling down with his own knees outside, he took his cock
and pushed it out of my sight, between Uncle Paul's now pressed
together thighs so the head must be rubbing against the fabric of the
jockstrap pouch he still wore.  Uncle Paul responded by pushing his
bottom backwards and, it looked to me, clenching so that the intruding
penis was held even tighter.

Uncle William growled, and, putting his hands on Uncle Paul's hips,
began thrusting backwards and forwards into the tight space his
brother offered him.  In seconds his thighs were slapping urgently
against the younger man's buttocks, and Uncle Paul left off pushing at
my bottom to turn his attention to his own cock, which he was soon
jerking hard beneath him.

In the circumstances, it was a miracle either of them lasted any time
at all, and it wasn't long before all their movements became both
deeper and more rapid, and I couldn't honestly say which of them it
was who reached their shuddering, gasping orgasm first.  They both
clenched their bodies convulsively as they came, and I felt at least
one shot of Uncle Paul's cum splatter against my foot.

Through all this Uncle Paul never let up on his attention to my willy
and balls and as he came his lips tightened around me still further.
I bucked my hips to match their rhythm and imagined what it would be
like to to shoot my own cum one day.  Unfortunately I was still well
off that point, but I did experience a slightly intensified sensation
that was perhaps the very earliest version of the orgasms I would
experience when I was older.

Their own climaxes over, the two men slumped forward to lie gasping on
the coat, Uncle Paul squirming slightly as his skin touched the sticky
slick of his cum.  Their arms and legs entangled, and Uncle William
reached over to play with his brother's still partly hard cock as it
stuck out the side of the jockstrap he still wore.  I dropped to my
knees so I was kneeling between their heads.

Uncle William looked up, and puckered his lips slightly in
encouragement for me to kiss him.  I bent down and did so, and felt
his tongue probing my mouth again.  Uncle Paul. meanwhile, ran his
hands over my body.

A breeze had sprung up, and we all shivered slightly.  Uncle William
pulled me down so I was snuggled between them against his warm body,
and I relaxed into him.  Uncle Paul wrapped himself around us and I
was once again carried away by the feeling of these two incredibly
masculine bodies enveloping my own, their chests and cocks pressed
against me.

Uncle William spoke quietly;

"Are you enjoying this, kiddo?"

I nodded happily.

"Good.  'Cos I know we are!" He looked at his brother, whose head I
felt nodding behind my own.

We laid there for several more minutes before Uncle William finally
separated us.

"We should head on - see if we can find somewhere to get some lunch."

I was barely aware that it was now early afternoon, so wrapped up in
all of these new experiences had I been, but as if to reinforce his
point my stomach chose that moment to rumble.  He laughed as he stood
up and reached over to rub my belly.  He left his hand there a second
then moved it down to tweak my now soft willy, making it twitch
slightly.

"I hope you know I'll be wanting to pay you some attention down there
myself.  I'm not letting this one" he gestured at Uncle Paul, "have
all the fun."

He bent to pick up his underwear, which he threw to Uncle Paul.

"Here - use them to clean yourself up."  And he pulled his trousers
back up over his bare cock and balls.

As I hurried to get dressed again myself, I watched Uncle Paul wiping
the pants between his thighs and use them to get the sticky mess from
the outside of his jockstrap pouch.  When he was done he threw them
back at his brother then went to dress.  Uncle William grabbed them
out of the air and bundled them into his coat pocket.

"Uncle Paul," I asked as I watched him retrieve his tracksuit trousers
and begin pulling them over his uncovered buttocks, "why don't your
underpants have a back in them?"

"It's called a jockstrap, lad.  You wear them when you're doing sports
- keeps everything comfortable.  They're the only underwear I wear."

"I like it" I said.

"He likes them because they show off his arse!" laughed Uncle William.
 "Maybe you can have a closer look sometime."

"Yes please" I said, seriously, making him laugh even harder.

Within minutes we were back in some kind of clothed order, and heading
back to the car.  Uncle William's lack of underpants somehow seemed
even more daring to my child's mind than any of the things we'd done,
and Uncle Paul's odd underwear exerted a strange interest.  I was
beginning to realise that although the physical reactions I
experienced during these new games were intense, and immensely
enjoyable, there were other things that were touching me at an even
deeper level.

"Why did you say it was handy that dad was working this weekend?" I
asked as we walked.

"Because he'd probably have wanted to come with us" replied Uncle
William.  "And that would have put the kibosh on us having any fun
like we've just had."

This was the opening I'd been looking for to ask the question that had
been bothering me.

"So... did dad used to join in when you all used to play with each
other's willies?"

Uncle William grinned again.  "We all did, all us lads.  I started
because I was the oldest, then as the others were growing up I gave
them all a head start.  We used to play in twos and threes, sometimes
more.  See what you're missing, not having any brothers?"

I nodded vigorously.  Suddenly the picture of my dad at the same age I
now was, playing with Uncle William's willy and having him return the
favour, filled my head, and I tried to picture what dad's would have
looked like back then.

"If you're good, one of these days we'll tell you all about what we
used to get up to, and if you like the sound of it, maybe we can show
you some of it for yourself.  I bet you'd like that, you horny little
bugger."

My face had clearly lit up at the thought, so he needed no more
confirmation from me.

Soon, we were back at the car, and headed off further onto the moors.

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