Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2000 19:39:23 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: KOK--A FAIRY GODFATHER Part 2

(fantasy, orgy, rimming, M/B)

             KOK--A FAIRY GODFATHER, Part 2

   NEXT MORNING:
   Invisibility--how wonderful! I never ceased to be amazed at
my newly-acquired powers. Every so often I would test myself
and spent several hours experimenting to find out the extent my
power could reach. I stood in front of the full-length mirror
and concentrated. Every other time I had invoked KOK my cloth-
ing had disappeared along with my body. This time I concentra-
ted only on my body. I looked into the reflection and watched
my face and hands become pale and fuzzy. I blinked, thinking my
eyes were out of focus, then stared at the set of clothing
standing rigid before me with nothing inside. Just like The
Invisible Man, I unbuttoned my shirt slowly and opened it up.
I could see clearly the back of my shirt. I walked over and
picked up my pen. It moved in the air, seemingly being
propelled by its own forces. As I held it tightly, I wished it
out of sight. It disappeared. I laid it down and it immediately
became visible again.
   How marvelous, I thought. I then pointed at the small clock
on the nightstand and wished it invisible. Nothing happened. I
walked over and picked it up and tried again. It was gone. I
realized then that anything that I had in my possession would
disappear along with me--my clothing and anything that I
carried. I remembered KOK's words: ...one wish at this time.
Perhaps I should make the most of it while I can. Would he soon
take it away?
   Saturday. Before Monday I would have to slip into the
administration building and fix the absentee report. Invisibly,
of course. Good Lord! What possibilities this power has. Why I
could...but no. I realized then that the best way to concen-
trate my powers was for the purpose it was intended--sex! Not
for good--it didn't come from God. Not for evil--it didn't come
from Satan. It came from a BIG PRICK, for the pursuit of
pleasure. Voyeuristic pleasure. PLEASURE IT SHALL BE!
   I felt a pang in my stomach and realized that it was from
hunger. In my excitement I hadn't eaten since Thursday. I
chided myself, we must remember we're still human.
   I hurried downstairs, almost skipping, feeling silly and
extremely happy--almost foolish. I hoped that no one noticed.
Mom was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Her eyes grew wide
in amazement when she saw me stroll into the room and slide
into the breakfast nook exuberantly.
   "My goodness! What's got you up so early on a Saturday
morning? Thought I'd have to yank you out of bed as usual.'
   I laughed aloud, trying hard to hold back my secret. She
came closer, staring at me, then put her hand on her hips and
spoke in teasingly accusing tone. "Well, we didn't see much of
you last night. Did you go to the library after school? You
sure stayed late."
   Smiling to myself I said, "Well, I was doing research.'
   Turning back to the skillet she muttered, "Yeah. I'Il bet!
Research. Un hunh... blonde or brunette? Did you walk her
home?"
   "N-no!" I stammered. "I mean ..."
   "That's alright," she said, smiling. "I understand. Anyway,
it's about time you developed an interest in girls. Why don't
you bring her around some time? We'd like to meet her."
   "OK," I said. I simply couldn't keep from laughing,
thinking how nice it would be to bring someone like Ryan home
with me and announce him as my lover. Poor Mom--she would blow
her mind. And Dad. He'd bust a testicle!
   On my way to Dennis' house I stopped in at the drug store
for a candy bar. As I was leaving I bumped into Carl, one of
the gay boys from school. He was well-known around campus--some
knew he was queer. He wasn't effeminate in the least, but he
had made his intentions quite clear to several of the handsome
guys in our gym class.
   One day during lunch a group of the guys were talking about
sex and George said how long it had been since he had had a
piece of ass and that he was getting hard up. Frank said,
"Well, if you're that hard up I'm sure Carl Watson could fix
you up. He gives pretty good blowjobs!"
   Everybody laughed, then George said teasingly, "Well, dear,
just how is it you know--from personal experience?"
   Frank blushed, then said, "Hell no--I don't go for that
queer stuff, but I've seen enough to be sure.'
   George retorted mockingly, but with obvious mounting
interest, "You've seen? You mean you just watched while he was
doing you? Is that it?"
   Frank blushed again. "Aw, stop kiddin' me. Let me tell you
what happened. It was late one day after school--about an hour
after football practice. I was late cause I'd been working out
on some weights in the exercise room. I was all sweaty after-
ward so I went into the locker room for a shower. When I
entered I could hear voices. I got to my locker and started to
remove my sweats. I looked around the side of the line of
lockers and I could see Carl Watson and Marty Phillips in the
shower stall. They were laughing and talking about football and
some of the plays they had goofed up during practice. Then Carl
started splashing water all over Marty, who had started to dry
off. Marty teasingly said to Carl: "If you don't quit that I'll
force you to your knees and shove my cock in your mouth! I'm
bigger than you, remember that!"
   "I was undressed and ready to jump in with em until I heard
that. I kept quiet and watched from behind the lockers. Carl
came out of the stream of water and knelt in front of Marty
with a serious look on his face. 'Please do,' he said. Marty
said nothing but his cock was getting bigger and raising in the
air. Carl reached out for it and stuffed it in his mouth. Marty
put his hands on Carl's shoulders and started to pump his ass
back and forth, shoving his meat in and out. It was wild, guys!
But let me get to the good part. Just as Marty was shooting in
Carl's mouth, Ken Williams walked in. He'd forgotten something
in his locker. He took one look at the two of them and started
squawking. 'What the hell's goin' on? You two queering each
other?!! Sonofabitch--cocksuckers on the football team. Wait
til Coach Reynolds hears about this!'
   "Marty quickly pulled his cock out of Carl's mouth and ran
over to Ken who was heading for the Phys. Ed. office. 'Wait,
Ken! You've got it all wrong. Come on back a minute.'
   "Ken reluctantly returned to the stall, stood with his
hands on his hips and smirked at Carl kneeling on the floor,
looking really scared.
   "'Listen, Ken,' said Marty. 'Everybody's different. You and
I like girls. Carl here like guys and he likes to suck cocks.
Who are we to condemn him? Besides, he's pretty good at it. He
sure makes a guy feel good.'
   "Carl said nothing. He just looked up at Ken staring
daggers at him.
   "Marty looked down at Carl and said, 'Carl, come over
here!' Carl rose, still dripping wet, and stood shyly beside
the two husky boys. Carl's no slough himself, you know, but you
should have seen him. Was he ever timid!
   "Anyway, Marty said, 'Ken, if Carl gives you a blowjob will
you forget about telling Coach Reynolds?' Then Carl spoke up
for the first time. 'What! FUCK YOU--I'm not going to submit to
blackmail. Let him tell Coach. I might suck cock but at least I
only suck the ones I want to!' Marty grabbed Carl's shoulders
and spoke so low I could hardly hear. I think he said something
like, 'Listen, Carl, You don't know what could happen if he
tells. You'd be kicked out of school and maybe even jail. Go
ahead and blow him. After that I'Il make sure he keeps his
word. If he knows what's healthy for him.' Ken heard this and
remarked, 'Okay, Carl, I promise. This whole thing's making me
horny as hell. Anyway, I've already heard about you but I just
couldn't believe you were a cocksucker. I still think you're
alright, though, and I won't tell the coach. I would still
kinda like you to blow me, but you don't have to.'
   "Then, fellas, Marty seemed more in favor of it than
anybody because he didn't give Carl a chance to make a
decision. He pushed Carl down to his knees then moved behind
and reached around and undid Ken's belt and pulled his pants
and jock strap down to his ankles. Then he said, 'Go ahead
Carl, suck him. Let's be sure he won't tell. Make him feel
good.'
   "'Hold it a minute," Ken said. "Lemme strip--in case
anybody comes in, I can pretend I'm in the shower, too.' He got
naked faster'n anybody I'd ever seen!
   "Then, guys, 'ol Carl started honking on Ken! Soft meat
sure got hard fast as Carl began moving back and forth on it.
He might not have been too keen at first, but once he saw that
meat get big and stiff, he got real hungry for it.  After
slopping it all over, he ducked underneath and got a good taste
of Ken's hairy balls. Before too long, Ken started to moan and
grabbed Carl's head and pushed hard into his mouth until he
shot a load that poor Carl began choking and gagging on. But he
still worked fiercely on that big cock. I tell you, guys, it
was as exciting as hell. So exciting that I was jerking off
while I watched all this. Marty was doing the same and shot off
all over Carl's back. I squirted on the locker and dressed
quickly before they came out of the stall."
   "Wow!" said Chris. "I wish I'd been there."
   Frank looked at George and said, "Well George, what do you
say now? Still hard up? Gonna go see Carl?" he laughed.
   "Listen, Frank, I still like Carl and if I ever let him
satisfy me, YOU won't know about it. It was a good story but I
don't think you should have told us all. Carl might like to
suck cock but he's an alright guy as far as I'm concerned. But
you're a BASTARD for trying to run him into the ground!'
   Then George turned to the rest of them and said, "I think
we should keep this a secret between us. Let's not tell anyone
else--it would only hurt Carl. And you Frank, if this gets
around any further because of you, I'm going to beat the shit
out of you!"
   "OK. I'Il tell no one. I mean him no harm. Besides, I guess
I was part of that orgy in a way. I could have left instead of
standing around flogging my meat."
   Remembering hearing that story had me excited as I stood
near Carl, excusing myself for bumping into him. I studdered
and stammered while making my apologies, and I'm sure he must
have seen the admiration and lust in my eyes. Yet in a way he
seemed to be looking right through me--as though he didn't even
see me. I always felt he tried to avoid me. But then why not?
He seemed to be getting the hunks with little trouble.
   Then a thought occurred to me. If I played it right,
perhaps I could spark his interest by going on the offensive
and betraying a slight interest in such behavior, and then bait
him with an ounce of truth...
   "Sorry, Carl! I guess I wasn't watching where I was going."
   "S'alright...uh...Randy, isn't it?"
   "Yeah. I'm surprised you remember. We've met before but you
always seemed to be disturbed by my presence. I guess you were
much more interested in the good-looking guys I was with."
   Carl was taken aback and hesitated before replying. "Well
...what do you mean? I...ah...I was just trying to be nice to
them. I didn't mean to ignore you. I'm sorry."
   "Oh, FUCK! Don't bullshit me, Carl. I know your scene. I've
heard about you're being a faggot going after all the big meat
in school."
   "But...that's just dirty rumors," he said defensively.
   "Carl, Carl, don't try to kid me. I've watched you staring
at crotches. I'm sure I didn't mistake that look of excitement
in your eyes. Of course, I can't understand what you see in
another guy, but I gather you like to suck big cocks. And this
is what strikes me weird."
   Carl nervously pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered
me one. When I declined, he pulled me aside to take us out of
earshot of anyone near.
   "Alright, so you believe the rumors. I always thought YOU
were a little faggot--'til you said cocksucking was weird."
   Playing the game as well as I could on the spur of the
moment, I replied: "Well, sure it's weird. But what's even
weirder is I've seen the guys you've supposedly been with in
gym and they don't have the BIG meat I hear you like."
   "Are you kidding! Hell, Carson's got eight..." He stopped
too late. He'd just given himself away. "Ah, I mean..."
   "Inches, Carl, the word is inches," I teased. "Of course I
couldn't care LESS. Being bigger than all of them, it just
seems strange that you wouldn't be after mine. But I don't go
that route so it doesn't really matter."
   Carl then interjected. "You...you mean that your cock is
bigger than..."
   "Ken Williams or Marty Phillips!" I said, trying hard to
sneer at him. Then suddenly I felt that I should explain my
knowledge of his liaison. Lying, I told him the story Frank had
related, but put myself in his place and said that I had seen
the sexual party in the shower room.
   "SHIT! OK, so you saw it," he admitted, giving up any
pretense.
   "Yes, it was disgusting," I lied through my teeth.
   He looked straight into my eyes and seemed to gather his
composure and self-confidence. His eyes surveyed my crotch as
if looking for an expected surprise. The conversation had
aroused me. He noticed this and smiled.
   "Yeah, sure Randy. Your DISGUST is showing all over your
pants!" he laughed. "I must admit, from what I see your
description was maybe under estimated!" He actually licked his
lips!
   I quickly replied, "I guess I'd better be going, Carl."
Then I baited the final hook. "This is ten inches you won't
get!"
   I watched his eyes light up as he grabbed me gently by the
shoulders.
   "Twenty bucks, if you'll meet me tonight. I'd love to take
care of that bulge in your pants!" He said the last part slowly
as his eyes purposely moved down to the separation of my thighs
where the obvious outline of my prick, hard with energy, was
displayed. It was reaching for my knee and pressing outward
against the fabric of my Levis. The offer of money honestly
repelled me, but I thought this a good indication of his
promise to give me a good, enjoyable time. I figured it best to
accept on his terms.
   "Well, gee." I shuffled my feet. "I could sure use 20 bucks
but..." I hesitated for a moment, pretending to contemplate the
situation. "Tell you what. Meet me in the park tonight about 9,
on the west side, and I'll let you know, okay?"
   "Sure. I'll see you tonight, then. And listen, guy, I
promise you won't regret it for one minute."
   He left quickly and I felt sure that I would certainly not
regret a moment! I could hardly wait for that beautiful guy to
put his lips around my virgin cock. My boldness had startled
me, bringing out a self-confidence I didn't know I possessed.
   I continued on to Dennis' house, went around to the back
yard and rapped on his bedroom window. A light sleeper, he soon
aroused and pulled back the curtains. He looked at me groggily
and half-smiled, motioning me to the sliding glass door a few
feet away. I stepped in, watching his naked body slip back into
bed and under the sheets. "Damn, you're up early."
   "Yeah, I guess I am for a Saturday, but I couldn't wait!"
   "Wait for what?" he asked.
   "Aw, come on!"
   He shot up in bed with enthusiasm in his eyes. "OH, YEAH!
Wow, how could I forget!?! You want to hear about last night,
hunh?"
   I nodded patiently, but sarcastically.
   He then related the whole story while I listened intently,
gasping at the right moments, and looking completely dismayed
throughout the rest of his summarization. Surprisingly, he
related the story quite honestly, admitting to the humiliation
he had been put through--even his adventure with Carol. He only
left out one small item. And of course he included his final
triumph as he mercilessly plunged Ryan's ass. I could see by
the rise in the sheets that reliving it all had aroused him. He
followed my smiling eyes to the spot.
   "Well, hell," he blushed, "it was quite a hot night!" He
put his hand under the sheet to push down his erection.
   He was smiling sheepishly when, without meaning to, I said,
"What about the part where you were forced to stick your tongue
up their rearends?"
   "Oh, yeah! I forgot that part," he said automatically. Then
he blushed beet red and his eyes expanded in amazement, For a
moment we were both startled at what I had said. Damn! I had
given myself away and he was realizing it.
   "How did you know that?!" he demanded. "They said they
wouldn't tell anyone. They promised! They promised!" He was
frantic, beating the sheets with his fist.
   I moved onto the bed to calm him. He was feeling deeply
ashamed and hurt that he had been betrayed. Cursing myself, I
decided it would be better to confess to my best buddy.
   "Denny, your friends didn't tell on you. I was there. I
saw."
   "Bullshit. Don't fuck with me. There was no way to see in."
   "Relax, man. Don't be so defensive. Have I got a story to
tell you!"
   I started at the beginning and told him everything.
Finally, he started laughing in disbelievement until I
demonstrated my powers to his complete astonishment.
   "Are you somehow putting me on! I'm not asleep--I just
pinched my cock--and I haven't had any drugs."
   After several more parlor tricks he was convinced.
   "Boy, are you lucky! And that's how you saw me? I kinda
wanted you to be there, but I probably would have been self-
conscious, what with all they put me through. But I'm glad you
were there. Wasn't it hot?"
   "You better believe it!" I told him about squirting my load
twice, watching the cum shoot out of mid-air, and about licking
Junior's butthole in secret. "Denny!" I cried suddenly, "are
you beating off under the covers? "
   "Yesss," he panted. "It's too much. I'm so turned on!"
   "Well, pull the damn sheets back and let me watch! After
all, I've seen you do everything."
   He did, glad to get rid of the obstruction. I gazed
intently as I watched my best friend work his jock to a fever
pitch. I had wanted him for years and now was my chance. I
leaned over and put my mouth on his pulsing organ. His crotch
smelled so good. I loved it--having a guy's peter penetrating
my throat. I pulled it out and nibbled on it. Taking full
advantage I moved my mouth downward and licked his balls as if
I could devour them. Then I moved up and licked on the shaft. I
felt that big vein begin to pulse and quickly placed my lips
over his knob to receive the honey. Then.. blam! My virgin
mouth held its first load. And a sweet one it was. He
ejaculated powerfully into my mouth and flung his naked legs up
and around my shoulders, not caring about anything but the
pleasure he was receiving. For the rest of the day the taste of
Dennis' cum permeated my mouth. It was delicious.
   I strolled around the park, since I was early, avoiding the
meeting place where I was sure Carl would soon be waiting. I
didn't want to seem over-eager. The park was almost deserted,
except for a few old men sitting on benches. I had to pee so I
headed for the restroom. Dennis always called them T-rooms but
I never knew why. It seemed empty as I headed for a urinal,
unzipping my pants. Then I heard a noise coming from one of the
stalls. As I listened more closely, I recognized the sounds of
sucking. I gasped audibly. The noise stopped. Quickly, I
dematerialized just as the door to the stall opened and someone
stuck his head out to look around. It was Carl! Seeing no one
he closed the door and the familiar sound resumed. Unfearingly,
I approached the rear of the restroom.
   Looking down I could see Carl's shoes and pants. In the
next stall I saw another pair of shoes, and trousers laying
upon them. I knelt down on the floor and peeked up so I could
see each side of the partition. Carl was sitting on the toilet
with his pants down, stroking his cock. He was slobbering all
over a long, very thick cock that was protruding through a hole
in the partition. He was sucking hungrily on the intruder. On
the other side was a grey-haired man of about 50, balding but
still in fair muscular condition. He was standing, both palms
pressed against the partition, pushing his cock rapidly in and
out of the hole, and in and out of Carl's sucking mouth. A
groan in his voice betrayed that the man was coming. I switched
to the other side in time to watch Carl swallowing the spurting
juices down his throat. Carl was masturbating but stopped short
of coming. He stuffed his prick in his pants and quickly left.
I happened so fast he almost stepped on me. I followed.
   It was nearly 9:00 and Carl headed for the other end of the
park. I thought to myself, Wow, what a size queen! As long as
it's hard and big he'll suck it off. My cock was throbbing in
my pants--bigger and harder than ever--and I was sure he would
like it. I ducked behind some bushes and became visible.
   As I approached the dark, lonely spot I had picked for our
meeting place, someone came up behind me and grabbed me
tightly, putting his hand over my mouth. I was pulled roughly
into the bushes, powerful arms holding me and roaming over my
body. I turned to face Carl. Before I could say a word he
flashed a crumpled $20 bill at me and stuffed it into my shirt
pocket.
   "I'm glad you came. I'm very horny and I'm not going to
give you a chance to say no. You've been paid--now I expect to
get my money's worth!" His hands worked fast at my belt buckle
and soon had my pants down around my ankles. I wasn't giving
any resistance, though he hardly seemed to notice. My joint had
softened considerably when I was grabbed, but it now rose
rapidly and he grabbed for it. Then he lowered his right arm
and put it behind my knees. With his left arm across my back,
the muscular boy swiftly lifted me into the air and cradled me
in his arms. He ducked his head and swooped down on my hard
cock. He was much stronger than he looked. He spread his legs
wide and shifted me so that his right hand was grasping my
buttocks. He resumed his sucking. I put my arms around his
shoulders and shifted my weight upward to better penetrate his
mouth. He had me at a fever pitch when suddenly he put me down.
   Carl opened his pants and dropped them to the ground,
showing a hard, but rather average cock. He forced me to the
ground onto my back. I thought sure he was going to shove it
into my mouth. Instead, he lowered his head and sucked my cock
energetically and left it moist. Then he spit into his palm and
rubbed the saliva back into his hole. Damn fool, I thought. I
would have been more than happy to rim it for him. I layed
there, not saying a word, as he straddled me, panting and
kicking his pants completely off. He brought his dripping cock
to my lips and demanded: "Kiss it--just kiss it!" I kissed the
wet knob, sucking in a little of his pre-cum. Then betraying my
enthusiasm, I stuck my tongue out and licked around the head.
He became even more excited and pushed back while his hand
guided my prick into his asshole. I was surprised and pleased
as he began to ride my virgin cock. He became frantic, bouncing
up and down on my long shaft, eventually getting every
available inch right up inside his hot hole. He squeezed his
ass muscles, gripping my cock tightly--nearly as good as my own
fist. He jacked his cock and rambled on: "Oh cock! Beautiful
cock! I love cock--big, hard, hurting. Up my ass! A big stiff
prick! In my mouth, shooting down my throat! OOOH, AAAH!!"
   I raised up and tried to get his cock into my mouth before
he shot. He rammed his ass down on my shaft, reached up and
pulled my head toward him. I couldn't quite make it and he shot
a stream into my mouth and the rest all over my face. For a
little dick it sure sprayed a hefty load! At the first taste of
his cream I spurted my own load up his asshole.
   He fell forward, exhausted, and pressed his lips to mine.
With a loud 'pop' my cock snapped out of his rearend and fell
dead between my legs. My first piece of boyass and I felt
glorious. Carl raised up and looked into my eyes. "That was
great. Whew! You know...you act like you've never done this
before, but you perform like a veteran. I got my money's
worth--how'd you like selling yourself?"
   I laughed. "Wow, you can buy me any time, Carl! Only next
time pay me off with a few more kisses, willya?"
   "You bet!" he said, pulling on his pants. "But right now
I've got to be going. See ya around. Some day I'd like to plug
that pretty fanny of yours."
   He walked off hurriedly--running a comb through his blond
locks--probably back to the T-room to suck off some old fart
again. But I was happy. I stood, brushing the dirt and grass
from my bottom, feeling pleasantly giddy after experiencing my
first piece of ass. I got out my handkerchief to wipe my cock--
surprised at how clean it was. Lifting my hand to my nose I
breathed in Carl's intoxicating odors. Instead of wiping it
off, I carefully stuffed in back in my pants. I'll save his
smells. It'll be nice for when I jack off later.
   Sunday...dragged out of bed...off to church...falling
asleep...a nudge...finally over. Outside--a cute altar boy.
Sure would like to follow him home. Get invisible and watch him
beat off.
   That evening I decided to stroll around the neighborhood,
invisible of course, and look for adventure. After all, my
powers were there to be enjoyed and I longed to take full
advantage of them. I hopped off the back porch. Unlatching the
back gate, I felt a surge of excitement about the prospects
ahead. This was the first time I had gone out hunting for the
unexpected. Perhaps I would find nothing--but I was sure I
would keep up the search until I found something nasty.
Unfortunately, there were very few interesting people on my
block, but I peeked into a few windows. Pretty boring, unless
you consider stimulating the sight of old Mr. Hubbard playfully
pinching old Mrs. Hubbard on the ass, only to get a slap,
gentle as it was, as a rebuff. Or 40ish Burt Simons glued to
the TV with a can of beer in his fist while his halfway decent
wife tried desperately to arouse him by caressing his shoulders
and running her fingers through his hair. He was completely
unaffected. Or Fred Curtis.
   Mr. Curtis lived alone. I guessed him to be mid-30ish. He
owned a small sailboat and several times had asked me to go
sailing with him. For one reason or another I always had to
turn him down. Perhaps in the back of my mind I felt there was
more to his kindness and it scared me. When he spoke to me he'd
put his arm around my shoulder. Pleasant, but not quite
fatherly. What the hell, I thought. I was tired of walking so I
figured I'd just hang around. Maybe catch him beating his meat.
Something was better than nothing. Besides, I had to be up
early for school.
   I crept into his back yard and could hear the television. I
opened the screen door, shuttering when it squeaked. Through
the kitchen, the darkened dining room, and into the living room
I tiptoed. Fred sat in an easy chair in a very masculine
smoking jacket, sipping on a fancy drink--a martini or
something. I decided to just go home. Then I noticed the boy.
He was on the floor, in his pajamas, his head cradled in his
hands as he watched the TV. Oh, yes, I remember. Fred had a
nephew that would sometimes visit him and they would go
sailing. He seemed to be trying to father the boy--always
engaging him in sport activites. I think the kid had no father.
I had met him once a couple of years ago. Charles was kinda
cute but very young. He looked about 13 now. I squatted down
next to him and studied his angelic face. Hmmm, maybe it'd be
more fun to watch how the kid fngers his dick. If he does at
all. I sat down on a chair and studied the two. Charles would
occasionally squirm to a more comfortable position, pushing his
pert bottom into the air. Fred would divert his attention at
these times and gaze intently at the boy. He'd get a lustful
grin on his face. Possibly betraying impure motives? After a
while, I decided to leave for one last try. Something had to be
going on in this town!
   The program had ended and Fred opened his mouth as if he
had been holding off until the program was over. "Charlie, come
here."
   The boy rose happily and innocently and approached his
uncle. "Gee, that was a good show, wasn't it, Uncle Fred?"
   "Yes. Did you enjoy it as much as sailing this afternoon?"
   "Oh, no. Sailing's always fun with you!"
   "Here, sit down, right here," he said, patting his knee.
   "On your lap? But Uncle Fred, I'm kinda grown up now. I'm
13. I don't think I should sit on your lap anymore."
   "You're right, Charles. You're much older now, but I guess
I still think of you as my little nepew. You're growing into a
young man too fast. But just this one more time come sit."
   "Uh, well, okay. Just one more time." Charles sat down on
his uncle's knee as the man put his arm around the boy's waist.
   "Now, how 'bout a kiss for your uncle, Charlie?"
   "UNCLE FRED! You're my favorite uncle, you know that. But I
can't kiss you like before. What would the other guys think?"
   "But no one's here but us. I've always tried to be a father
to you, Charles. I guess I kinda consider you my boy and I love
you. I just can't help showing affection for you. Of course, I
don't mean to embarrass you." Fred rested his hand on his
nephew's leg.
   "Well, gee, Unc. You're not embarrassing me, but...it just
don't seem right somehow."
   Fred Curtis began to slowly move his hand up and down the
boy's leg, causing Charles to squirm uncomfortably.
   "Uncle Fred, uh...are you trying to play with me...like you
did before when we were on your boat last summer?"
   "Did you mind it last time?"
   "Well, no Unc. It kinda felt good, but..."
   Fred's hand approached the boy's crotch. A prominent bulge
became apparent through the thin cotton material of his
pajamas.
   "It's just that I feel funny having you look at my...my...
you know!"
   "Your COCK, Charlie?"
   "Uh, yeah, my c-c-cock."
   "Don't feel embarrassed about it, boy. It's the sign that
you're becoming a man. See, it's getting bigger. Last summer it
didn't get that big."
   "But..." Charles tried desperately to push down his rising
erection, but it just kept popping back up--each time a little
bigger and a little harder. Fred reached for it. Charles
instinctively put his hand over that of his uncle's, but
withdrew it slowly, resigning himself.
   "That's your love pole, Charlie. It gets big when it's
excited, and my talking is making it excited. Let me teach you
all about it and how to use it." He reached inside the flimsy
material and drew out the small, hard organ. He stroked it
lovingly and looked at the boy who began to breathe heavily.
"See it, Charlie? See how it grows? Does it feel good?"
   "Yeah! It feels real good, kinda like last time. But last
time I was pretty sleepy." Charles seemed to warm to the
situation, feeling more comfortable. Hmmm. Wisb I'd had an
uncle like this, I thought. "Why does it get hard, Uncle Fred?
Why does it feel so funny. It never felt like this before. Will
it get bigger?"
   "Woah, boy! One question at a time. It gets hard because
that's the way it has to be when you use it. I'Il show you how
to make it feel even better. As you grow, it will grow too.
Open my robe and reach inside my pajamas and pull mine out and
you'll see how yours will look in a few years."
   Charles was excited, but became very hesitant about doing
this. Fred grabbed his hand and rested it between his legs,
letting the boy feel the powerful instrument that lay inside.
"It's so hard, Unc. AND SO BIG!"
   "Well pull it out boy and take a good look!"
   The boy was really curious now, and reached down to explore
while his own cock was getting stroked slowly and unashamedly
as he sat in his uncle's lap. As if he couldn't wait, with both
hands he drew the cloth away, exposing his uncle's tremendous
cock. He stared in amazement. "Golly, Uncle Fred. Will mine
ever get that big?"
   "Sure it will, Charlie, sure it will. Get down on the floor
and kneel between my legs and give it a good examination. Look
it over carefully and feel its softness."
   The lad rose from his uncle's knee and chuckled nervously
as his little peter sprang upward, proud and new. He knelt
before the older man and rested his hands on Fred's legs,
slowly grasping again the mature staff, as if it were a
fabulous new toy. He fingered the organ, turning it over and
around, even peering into the small hole in the tip of the
knob. "Are you enjoying yourself, Charlie!"
   "Ohhh, yes, Uncle Fred. I always wanted to look at my own
like this, but I couldn't get this close. You sure got a lotta
hair on your balls." Charlie spoke his first spontaneous nasty
word in his uncle's presence.
   "Here...let's pull these pj bottoms off so you can see much
better. Why don't you take your pajamas off too?" Fred lifted
his ass up to slip them off and his cock hit the boy on the
nose. They both laughed and Charles quickly pulled off his
clothing. I had taken my unseen prick out and was working it
steadily.
   Fred stretched his legs out and wide, pushing his
midsection closer for the boy's inspection. "Smell my balls,
Charlie, go ahead! See how they smell."
   The lad cradled the big balls in his hands and ducked down
to sniff them. "Kinda sweaty, Uncle Fred."
   "That's when they're good, boy!"
   Charles breathed deeply, and started stroking the shaft up
and down. "Oh, Uncle Fred! Are you going to PEE?"
   "No, of course not. Why did you ask that?"
   "Well...there's some pee coming out a little."
   Fred laughed and mussed up the boy's hair. "That's not
pee--that's what they call premature juices. It comes out
before you shoot your load."
   "What do you mean shoot your load? What's that?"
   'You know--when you jack off."
   "Oh, that. I've heard of that from some of the guys, but
I've never known how to go about it. Would you show me?"
   "My gosh, Charlie. You're more of a virgin than I thought.
But I'll show you that and a lot more before you leave for
home. Take your finger and scoop some juice up and taste it."
   "Taste it!!! But isn't that bad for you?"
   "Of course not! It tastes very good. Try it--you'll see."
   Charles did as told and fingered up a glob and licked his
finger clean. "It's weird ...and kinda yummy." He squeezed the
tip, forcing out more of the mysterious fluid. There was much
in the canal and it began running down the side of the hot
knob.
   "Get it Charlie--don't let it go to waste!"
   Unthinking, he ducked his head sharply and lapped up the
escaping juice with his tongue. He looked up, startled at this
own behavior. "Oh! I don't know why I did that. I hope you
don't think I'm horrible.'
   "Ohh, Charlie, that was wonderful. Do it again, please."
   Presuming it was alright, the boy again touched the
throbbing cock with his tongue and licked it all around the
knob. Then he began to lick up and down the underside of the
shaft, catching the overflow, thoroughly engrossed in his toy.
   "Keep licking boy, and look upward and watch it shoot out!
Oh...here he goes... ahh!" He threw his head back as the sperm
squirted high in several violent eruptions, running down the
sides of his prick into the kid's mouth and splattering his
face. The boy didn't pull away. He was ecstatic. His lips moved
over the slippery rod. He stood up to wipe off his smeared
face.
   "That second stuff was kinda strong...not as good as the
first stuff. But I liked it, I guess." He was stroking himself
absentmindedly. "Gee, Uncle Fred, my thing's getting wet. And
it's...gee...it feels real funny.'
   "Quick. Hop up on my chair and stand on the arms!" Charles
jumped onto the chair and the view of his little tight ass
almost brought me off.
   Fred grabbed the boy's naked cheeks and pulled the eager
body to his lips. He immediately engulfed the hard little
pecker down to its base. A few rapid slurps and Charles became
frantic. The boy's eyes lit up and he instinctively pumped in
and out of his uncle's suctioning mouth. He then leaned
forward, over Fred's head, and rested his hand on the back of
the easy chair. Then he really started to ram his fuckin'
little cock uncontrollably into his favorite uncle's mouth. He
pistoned it in and out furiously and soon dumped his very first
load of hot cum. Fred gulped it down, digging his fingers into
the boy's squishy buttocks and rubbing his butthole. I shot
wildly, having thoroughly enjoyed the devilish, yet beautiful,
seduction scene. As I was leaving, the kid was slipping his
pajamas back on. Uncle Fred was secretly sniffing his finger--
obviously enjoying the smell of his nephew's anal fragrance. I
knew it wouldn't be long before the crafty pervert had his
tongue burrowing deep within the kid's musky little shithole.
Something I wouldn't mind doing myself!
   In fact, I just might surprise Dennis some morning. Waking
him up--invisible or not--by spearing my tongue up his
delicious-looking rump!


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