Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2009 01:08:20 +0000
From: Rick Glasson <rich.glasson@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle William and Uncle Paul - 4

See the header on parts one and two for the background to this story.
This part picks up directly from part three.  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 :-)

Apologies for the long gap between part three and this latest chapter.

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We spent the day until late afternoon roaming the moors and by the
time Uncle William said we should think about heading back, I was
shattered.  Following the two athletic grown-ups as we scrambled
around the countryside was a challenge to me, being so much smaller
and less well developed.

So when we got back to the car to head home, I climbed into the back
seat and laid down, intending to nap on the way.

Seeing this, Uncle William gave the keys to Uncle Paul and climbed in
the back with me.  He patted his lap.

"Rest your head here - you'll be more comfortable."

I did so gratefully, curling up on the wide seat and settling my head
facing his body.  I felt his cock stir beneath my cheek and smiled up
at him, but then I was asleep almost before Uncle Paul had steered the
car out of the car park.

When I awoke, the feeling of motion told me we weren't home yet, and I
could feel Uncle William's hand gently stroking my hair.  I looked up
at him somewhat blearily.

"Welcome back sleepyhead" he said, continuing the steady movement.
"How are you doing?"

"Okay thanks", I replied.  "How far do we have to go?"

"About twenty minutes" called Uncle Paul from the driving seat.

As I looked back up at Uncle William I saw him smile at me and put his
finger to his lips.  I frowned questioningly up at him.  Very
carefully and quietly, he moved his other hand to the zip fly of his
jeans, which saw only a couple of inches from my face and quietly
began to tug it down.  I moved my head to give him more room, and
after a minute or so he reached in and freed his thickening length
from its confinement, the head sticking out maybe two inches.  As his
underwear was still in his pocket from earlier access was very easy.

Without saying anything, he pushed it downwards so that it pointed
into my face and at the same time applied the tiniest pressure on the
back of my head to encourage me closer.  Understanding his request I
moved my head forward and took the tip of it into my mouth, beginning
to suck immediately.

I felt his body stiffen then relax as he was jolted with shock.  With
one hand still stroking my head, his other roamed freely down my body
to squeeze the cheeks of my bottom and then move around to tweak my
own stiffness through my clothes.  I responded to the pleasure this
gave me by nuzzling my face a little closer into his groin and sucking
slightly harder, working again to get a reasonable amount of his head
into my mouth.

At that a groan escaped his lips and Uncle Paul must have glanced back
over his shoulder.

"Jesus, are you at it again?  We're going to be in town soon and if we
have to stop at traffic lights and someone looks in..."

Uncle William, still guiding my head movement slightly, replied
through gritted teeth.

"I seriously doubt I'll last that long.  Besides, that's part of the
thrill.  Why don't you pull over and give it a go?"

"I'll get by" replied his brother, though with what sounded like a
smile in his voice.  "I'll just adjust the mirror a bit so I can see
as much of what's going on as possible."

I carried on sucking on the thick, meaty organ, feeling the head begin
to slick with liquid other than my spit, even as my own little willy
responded to my uncle's ministrations, and it was only a few minutes
before I felt his hips begin to buck and his cock pushed more urgently
in and out of my mouth.

"I'm coming!" he gasped, a bare second before warm, sticky fluid
started spurting into my mouth.  I let my mouth fill and then began to
swallow it down, creating more suction on the now clearly sensitive
cock head just inside my lips, and he shuddered with the intensity of
the feeling.

The angle I was at caused me to choke slightly on the ejaculate, and I
had to sit up, coughing slightly.  As I turned to face front, I saw
Uncle Paul glancing round with a grin on his face.

"You're a bit of a natural at all this, aren't you, Rich?"

"Am I?  I just enjoy it.  And that makes it easy I suppose.  Are you
sure you wouldn't like me to do that for you?"

He snorted with laughter.  "I'd love you to, but right now may not be
the best time.  Maybe later."

"Okay" I replied earnestly, then turned to Uncle WIlliam, looking down
at where he was about to return his now-softening cock to a more
presentable state.

"I'll do that" I said, and reached over to tuck it away.  The head was
still wet, so I ducked my head down to suck up what was left on it and
causing him to groan all over again.  As my hands moved to put it away
it almost felt like to was responding to them by beginning to stiffen
slightly again.  He moved my hands aways and finished off fastening
himself up.

"Don't tempt me" he growled, leaning his head forward to kiss me on the lips.

By this point we were indeed approaching the edge of my town, and we
all settled down for the final part of the journey.

Still eager, as Uncle Paul was parking, I asked "When shall we play
again?  Tonight?"

"I'm not sure" Uncle William responded, sharing a look with his
brother.  "We'll have to see when the opportunity presents itself."

He must have seen my disappointment.  "Don't worry - now that we know
how much you enjoy it I'm pretty sure we'll find a way to make
opportunities present themselves."  And grinning, he patted my bottom
to make me go inside ahead of them.

It was tea time, and mum listened to us recount our adventures while
she made and then we ate sandwiches and cake. My dad still wasn't
back, and shortly she had to go and open up the pub for the evening
session.

Admonishing me not to be a nuisance to my uncles she said that she'd
be back up later to make sure I was in bed, though she was hoping dad
would be back in time to do so.  Uncle William was swift to offer
their services as overseers, telling her not to worry, that they were
pretty tired themselves from the day out, so they'd entertain me until
bedtime then once I was in bed probably come downstairs for a drink.
Saturday nights were always busy, and mum was clearly happy not to
have that distraction.  Once again putting me on my best behaviour and
thanking her brothers-in-law profusely, she headed downstairs.

For a couple of hours we watched TV and played silly games, running
around the room and climbing all over the furniture as we roughhoused.
 I enjoyed having these manly men picking me up, wrestling me, and
handing me off to each other, and the almost perpetual tenting of
their trousers was a clear sign that they enjoyed it too.

By the time the sounds from downstairs made it clear that a busy
evening bar session was in progress, the playing had become a little
more intimate.  At one point as I struggled out of his grip, Uncle
Paul contrived to pull my trousers down and bear my bottom, which he
then kissed and nibbled briefly.  At another point while tormenting me
by rubbing his stubbly chin against the side of my face, Uncle William
moved his mouth up against mine and pushed his tongue firmly inside,
exploring for a few seconds before releasing me.

And I gave as good as I got, finding moments as I wrestled with them
to squeeze both of their groins and on one occasion as I crawled over
Uncle Paul stopping with my knees on either side of his face and
pushed my own little hardness up against his mouth.  The atmosphere in
the room had taken on an energy that these days I'd obviously call
sexual, but those days I didn't recognise.

At one point the phone rang and I answered.  It was my dad, saying he
expected to be home from work in around an hour, maybe an hour and a
half.  Uncle William ran downstairs to let mum know and when he came
back, and with a meaningful look at his brother, said "I think it's
time we got you to bed, Rich."

Missing his meaning, I began to complain, but he picked my up bodily
and carried me along the landing to my room, where he laid me on the
bed.

"Want to play a game?" he asked, rubbing the front of his trousers so
I'd be in no doubt what he meant.  Uncle Paul stood behind him,
mirroring the action.  Realising what they meant, I nodded
enthusiastically.

"Okay, well first of all we all need to get naked.  And don't worry
about your mum or your dad - I accidentally put the catch on the door
at the bottom of the stairs, so if anyone comes up we'll have to go
and let them in, and we'll have time to straighten ourselves up."

I was pulling my clothes off even before he'd finished speaking and
within seconds was standing on the bed naked, my tiny boner  sticking
out proudly and drawing their eyes to it as they stripped slightly
more carefully.

Again, I was fascinated by Uncle Paul's jock strap, and seeing my eyes
glued to it he said "I think I'll leave this on for a bit, since
you're so intrigued by it".

"What's the game?" I asked, and Uncle William paused in thought for a moment.

"I know" he said.  We're not going to talk for a while, but whenever
Uncle Paul or I point at something on any of our bodies, you have to
kiss it and lick it.  And you can point too, and one of us will do the
same.  We can all point at ourselves or someone else.  How does that
sound?"

Uncle Paul was nodding his assent, and I followed suit.

"Okay, well we'll take it in turns to point.  Uncle Paul can go first,
then you, then me.  When you want one of us to kiss somewhere, point
to one of us first and then where.  When we point, you have to do the
kissing." He nodded to his brother to start things off.

Silently, he pointed to his own right nipple, and stood by the bed so
I could reach it.  I put my mouth over the whole thing and started
kissing it and licking around it, exploring its bumpy texture and even
slightly nibbling on it, which made him hiss with pleasure.

After a couple of minutes of this I pointed to Uncle William and then
at my own nipple.  He bent to his work with enthusiasm, leaving my
chest wet with spit in seconds.

His own turn coming round, he laid down on the bed and raising an arm
pointed to his armpit.  When I lowered my face to it, I found a damp,
slightly sweaty smell that was somehow a huge turn on, and poked out
my tongue to lick at the hairy patch with a circular motion.  The area
was obviously sensitive, as his uncle twitched his arm slightly from
time to time.

I felt Uncle Paul climb onto the bed, and when I looked up for his
next direction, he was on all fours, pointing with one hand at his own
buttock.

I set to it the way he had when he'd pulled my trousers down earlier,
kissing, licking and nibbling across its surface, pausing from time to
time to remove hairs from my mouth.  Like his brother's, his bottom
had always looked very hairy, but this was my first chance to
experience exactly how much fur he had down there.

A thought grabbed me, and without looking up, I pointed at Uncle
William and then at Uncle Paul's other cheek.  The older man set to
with enthusiasm, and soon we were both lapping and kissing away, one
on either check.  I followed his lead and moved wider to lick under
the straps of his underwear and down to the point where they converged
behind his balls.

As his own turn to be in charge came around, he pushed his little
brother's legs apart and, pulling at the jockstrap, freed his balls
then pointed me at them.

Starting with one and then moving over to the other, I began by
kissing them, then licking and eventually sucking on them.  I couldn't
get a whole one into my mouth, but pulled on them with my lips in a
way that seemed to create much pleasure, judging by the way he writhed
his hips.

When I came up for air, he was twisting his neck to look at me and
grinning at the apparent pleasure with which I was servicing him.
Struggling slightly, he widened his legs still further and freed his
cock from its enclosing pouch.  He pushed it back through his legs and
pointed clearly at the glistening head.

I grabbed hold of the shaft to give myself better access, and laid
down flat on my back so that the knob was pressing against my lips and
I could lick it and kiss it most easily.  After doing so for a few
moments I opened as wide as I could and began sucking on the head,
licking up his precum and rubbing my lips against the skin, causing
the whole to thicken and extend still further.

Laying down had exposed me fully to Uncle William, and unbidden his
hands began to roam my soft childish skin, pausing at my groin and
taking my straining willy between a finger and thumb, pulling on it to
the point of extreme pleasure.

Much as I loved the sensations, I had found the point a few minutes
earlier when he and I were both attending to Uncle Paul a huge turn
on, and so, with my turn come round again, I pointed to him and then
to the balls I had recently been exploring.

With his cock in my mouth and his older brother's lips and tongue all
over his balls, Uncle Paul was clearly not going to last long before
he came, and clearly realising it, after some firm thrusts into my
suctioning lips, he lifted himself up away from me, turning to place a
hand on my chest so that I would stay laying down on the bed.

Then he knelt beside me and lifted my legs straight up and apart, so
that my buttocks were spread.  He looked down at me, and loud enough
for us both to hear, said "Changing the rules" before pointing at his
brother, and then at the space between my bottom cheeks.

Unhesitatingly, Uncle William dived headfirst into the exposed cleft
and started licking, kissing and nibbling up and down its length.  I
squirmed with delight at the feelings I was experiencing, and found
myself unconsciously opening my legs wider to allow better access.
After a few moments of this he stuck out his tongue, making it as
rigid as he could, and without warning stabbed it into the hole as far
as it would go.

I howled with pleasure as I felt it probing inside me, and Uncle Paul,
giving in to the urge to keep this going any longer, knelt more
upright and jerked his cock a handful of times before shooting his
load all over my cock and balls and the top of his brother's head.

Feeling the warm stickiness hitting him, Uncle WIlliam looked up and
decided to follow suit.  He knelt up, wrapping my legs around his
waist, and with just one...two...three jerks, he too shot spurts of cum
over my willy and belly.

The two of them stayed beside each other, panting slightly and
grinning at each other and down at me.

Uncle William was the first to speak.  Looking me in the eye as he
took both my willy and Uncle Paul's in his hands, he said;

"You really are the horniest little fucker imaginable, aren't you?  Isn't he?"

Both Uncle Paul and I nodded in strong agreement, even though I wasn't
exactly sure what it meant.

He bent down to kiss me hard on the mouth, and then he scooped me up
in his arms and began carrying me out of the room.

"Come on, you should have a bath before bed, and we need to clean up."

He ran me a bath, bending over the tub to put in the plug and giving
me a wonderful view of that exciting, muscular, hairy bottom, and
while I cleaned up, they cleaned each other so that they would be
presentable when my parents saw them.  They tucked me up in bed, both
kissing me goodnight, and as they left the room Uncle William turned
back to me and said "I guess we'll have to think of some fun we can
have tomorrow too, won't we?"  and grinning broadly, turned out the
light.

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