Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2000 22:55:30 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: We Three

We Three

as told to Jon Hold

jonhold@eudoramail.com



First off, let me tell you that this story is true. I've got a friend of
ours writing it for us, because he writes much better than we do. Sometimes
the words are his, but the Ideas are mine, or Bill's or Boo's. We like to
sit around in the evenings and talk, and telling Jon stories is a lot of
fun, cuz the old fart really gets off on them, and us -- to say nothing of
the fact that he listens real good. One day he showed us how he'd been
writing down some of the stories we told him, and we really liked the
idea. We had him remove some of the stories because, while we don't mind
stretching the truth to make the story more interesting, downright lies are
something we just don't share with strangers. Anyhow, we think Jon's done
us proud, and we hope you enjoy our stories. [Jimmy's full of shit, but I
like him anyway. I was going to try and reproduce the boy's rich Southern
accents, but that got to be confusing --- and a pain in the ass, so, I've
mostly used pretty standard English here. I've known these boys for awhile,
and they're good boys, for thirty-something year old boys, so I think these
stories are pretty truthful, or, at least, what they remember as the
truth. Jon Hold]



Chapter 6

And Boo makes Three



The adults had all gone to the Grange meeting and Mama had left us the
fixin's of a great cold dinner. Fried chicken and all the goodies. Grandpa
and Ellie dropped of Boo when they picked up Mom and Dad and Boo helped us
feed the little kids and get them to bed. Boo was a little surprised when I
followed him and Bill upstairs but was really happy when Bill told him that
I was a big boy now and that, not only did I really like playing all the
special games, but that I wanted to be a pussyboy. Boo, who I'd always
looked up too and sort of idolized, asked me if that was true. I got a
little bashful but when Boo assured me that he wasn't making fun of me, I
admitted that I really , really wanted him to help Bill and Daddy and
Grandpa train me to be the best pussyboy the family had ever seen.

Boo gave me a big kiss, that I eagerly returned, and then he and Bill
stripped me naked and Bill showed Boo how my ass was already starting to
stretch and adapt into a boypussy. They both fingered me and felt of my
still hairless balls and cock and let me lick my ass juices that still
included plenty of Dad and Bill's cum juice off of their fingers.

They sat me down on the bed and stripped themselves off in front of me,
giving me a regular strip show that kept my dick pointing straight up at my
chin. They stood there in front of me, stone naked with their arms around
each others shoulders. Looking at them you'd swear that they were twin
brothers instead of only half-brothers. Well... more than half-brothers,
because their mothers and father were brother and sisters... but they
looked like twins anyway, right down to the length of their long ball
sacks. Part of the reason for that was made clear when they took turns
laying down on the bed and having me pull their balls down as far as I
could so that their brother could buckle a long leather collar around their
ballsac that stretched their balls down until the skin threatened to tear.
Once they both had their ball-stretchers tightened up all the way they both
strutted around the room showing me how neat their balls looked stretched
out like that with the black leather forcing their balls as far away from
their bodies as possible. They both kept feeling of themselves and each
other and telling me how much more stretch they were getting because of my
help with putting on their training devices. They said that Grandpa kept
making them longer and longer collars and that if I kept helping they
didn't think it would be any time at all until he could make them the next
size longer. We got into a discussion of the best length for their nuts and
we all pretty much agreed that if their balls kept growing the way they
were that they would be heavy enough to keep their sac's stretched out to
knee length. It seemed to all of us that would give them plenty of swing
while they were fucking and that any longer would start getting in the way,
not that having balls that long didn't create some problems anyway, but any
problems were more than made up for by the pleasure such long hanging balls
could create, both for them and for the person they were fucking.

I asked them how long they had to keep the ball stretchers on and they said
that grandpa usually made them wear them at least five nights a week, but
gave them extra treats if they wore them seven nights a week. I asked them
if they could take them off for fucking, and they said, "Yes", but that
they wanted to fuck me with them on tonight. They both did a series of
exercises that included pulling their balls down as far as they could,
slapping them back and forth until the movement of their hips had them
whacking first their belly and then up the crack of their ass to thump
against their backs, and other games. They took turns showing off for me
and trying to outdo each other. Whoever was resting would let me suck on
their balls or lick their ass while they were waiting for their turn and
Boo ended up agreeing with Bill and Daddy that I was probably a
natural-born pussyboy.

Bill and Boo's cocks and balls were so much the same that when they laid me
on my belly over the side of the bed I couldn't tell which one of them was
fucking me without looking over my shoulder. When they were done fucking me
and they'd both put a healthy portion of cum up my ass, Boo spurting a lot
more than Bill because he hadn't been fucking me all day, I told them about
how Grandpa liked to take me across his knees every night just before we
went to bed so that we could talk about what I'd done that day and so that
he could give me a good spanking for anything that we thought deserved a
good butt warming. Bill and Boo both thought that was a good idea and took
turns holding me across their laps and talking to me about the days
happenings. We found plenty of things that gave both of them lots of
opportunities to test my ass's ability to take punishment. They kept
trading me back and forth until we all agreed that my butt was done to a
nice red shade and would be plenty sensitive enough for a good-night fuck.

They got me into bed between them and the two of them managed to trade me
back and forth and give me a really good fucking. I especially liked to lay
between them and put my upper leg over one or the others hip and let them
take turns, back and forth, fucking into my ass. They were too big for me
to take both of them at the same time, especially once they started getting
really excited. At first I hurt myself trying to get both of them up my ass
at the same time, and started crying because I couldn't get them to
fit. Boo finally mannaged to convince me that I might have to grow up some
more before I'd be able to get both of them inside of me at the same time,
unless one was in my ass and the other in my mouth, but we agreed that both
of them would keep working on my asshole until I could have both of them
fucking me at the same time.

Once I settled down and quit worrying about not being able to take them
both on at the same time we were able to start figuring out how to fuck
together. Bill and Boo had been fucking each other for a long time and
didn't have any trouble touching and feeling each other but they had work
out some new moves and rhythms between them so that they could fuck a third
party as well as they fucked each other. They both preferred doing the
fucking, but had learned to be fucked so that everyone could have some of
the pleasure. My preferring to be fucked and being willing to do the
fucking to bring pleasure where wanted made both of the big boys really
happy. I dicked both of them so that they could reassure me that their
asses were available if I wanted to do some fucking, but most of the time
was spend with their big cocks up my narrow, tight ass.

We all woke up in the morning in a tangle of arms and legs and stiff
morning hardons. The big boys had me remove their leather ball stretchers
and use my mouth to take the ache out of their balls. In return for this
service both boys let me hold their cocks while they pee'd. I got really
turned on seeing and feeling them piss and being trusted to hold them at
such an intimate time. When they got done I took a chance and licked the
last drops of piss off the ends of their dicks. Both guys smiled at me and
ruffled my hair. I made up my mind that the next time I had the chance that
I was going to get a lot more than just a few measly drops of their pee.
They held me so I could pee and then took me back to bed for my morning
fuck and pussyboy asshole training session. While they were fucking me we
talked about some stuff and agreed that while we were alone together,
fucking or not, that we would think of each others as brothers. We all knew
that Buddy was Daddy to all of us and I wanted both Bill AND Boo to be my
big brothers. Right then both of them were willing to give me anything I
wanted and the fact that they both wanted me to be their little brother
just made everything even better. When Bill was done fucking my ass and had
dumped his morning load way up inside my guts, Boo pulled me up across his
lap and gave me a really nice spanking to tighten my asshole up before he
stretched it way out again.

Going downstairs we ran into Daddy and Momma and Grandpa and Grandma coming
out of my parents bedroom. We all kissed each other and then Momma and
Grandma headed downstairs to get breakfast ready while Grandpa and Daddy
talked to us boys. Grandpa and Daddy both ran their hands down inside the
back of my underpants and told Bill and Boo that they'd done a fine job on
my ass. They showed Gramps and Daddy how stretched out I'd helped them get
their balls and Grandpa said that maybe he'd better get to work on their
next bigger nut collars.  Daddy and Grandpa pulled my pants off to inspect
my ass and then took me into the bedroom and gave me what I needed while
Bill and Boo watched them give me a royal fucking. When they were done they
watched my two brothers get some morning seconds but before the full-grown
men could go for seconds we got called downstairs for breakfast.

All five of us spent the day fixing fences together and one or the other of
them had a dick up my ass most of the day. After supper my Dad and Granddad
took me and my brothers and a gallon of shine out to the barn and we had a
orgy. Pop and Gramps swigging at the shine and all four of them fucking me
until my ass was so tender that it was all I could do to give Boo and Bill
each a good-night fuck once they finally got me upstairs and into bed. They
slept without their ball stretchers that night, but both of them pushed
their balls up inside of my ass and we slept like that all night, with me
keeping their balls warm up inside me and them pulling and stretching their
sacks as we moved around in the night. That morning they both gave me a
good solid fucking with all four balls still up my ass and that became one
of our favorite ways of fucking. My balls were never nearly as long as
theirs, but they did manage to get them stretched out far enough that they
could get my balls up inside of my ass with theirs so they could fuck me
with six balls up my ass. Us showing off how we did that became a favorite
floor show at our family poker evenings and all the men, at one time or
another, tried out my six balled hole just to see what it was like.

I started out loving both Bill and Boo, and after they started fucking me
regularly I never wanted to be separated from them ever again, and we
weren't.



Chapter 7

I Visit Uncle Jimmy



Things went along really good for a couple of weeks. Boo everything but
moved in with Bill and me and the two of them pestered me as often as they
could get it up, which was plenty at their age. I got to the point where I
wanted dick all the time. Daddy, Bill and Boo followed me around like a
pack of dogs after a bitch in heat all day long and Bill and Boo kept me
busy in bed at night, sometimes being joined by Daddy if Momma wasn't
feeling horny. Momma was real good about it, taking me aside one day and
thanking me for helping out the rest of the menfolk and for giving her a
rest from my constantly horny father. We sat down with some milky coffee
and her delicious Johnny cake and she gave me some pointers on having
sex. Talking about how men and women were different and how I should be
with a woman when I got to the point were I wanted to bed one. She also
talked a lot about what men like and how they like to be treated. We both
agreed that things were different for a man being with a man than it was
for a woman being with a man (or the other way around for that matter) but
that some stuff was the same no matter what. I gave Momma a great big hug
for helping me and felt real good because she thought that me having sex
with the other men in my family was real fine. Momma and Daddy took me into
their bed that night and left the light on so that I could see how they
made love. Watching Daddy pork Momma got me so horny that he had to screw
me twice before I'd let him send me up into the attic with Bill and
Boo. Then I heard him riding Momma real hard again while Bill and Boo
porked me from both ends at the same time.

During the week I went to school with Bill and Boo and the other kids but
during lunch and recess' my brothers took me into the big boys bathroom so
we could take care of eachothers hornies. The other teenagers knew what was
going on and would let me see their stuff anytime I wanted to, just in case
I might be interested in helping them with their boners. They weren't
family though, so I stuck with Bill and Boo.

I spent weekends with Grandpa so he could soak the rumatiz out of his body
real good. He kept his dick in me as much as he could on weekends and swore
that my soaking up the bad and burning it up with my young body was the
only thing that kept him from being bed-ridden. I loved Grandpa's shower
and would never come out of it until I was threatened with dire
consequences. One time Grandpa asked me if he could fuck me in the shower
and when I started bouncing up and down on the bed to get him to hurry up
he called me a wild Indian and threw me over his shoulder and carried me
off to the huge shower room. As a surprise he had my Daddy, Bill, Boo and
three cousins from over Narrow Hollow way waiting in there for us. They all
bathed me and screwed me until I was almost unconscious and had a steady
stream of pearly white cum leaking out of my ass. Grandpa carried me off to
bed and stuck his cock back inside of me to keep the cum from leaking out
all over the bed. Then he slow fucked me for the rest of the night, not
getting to sleep until just before dawn when I had to get up to do the
morning chores. It was cold running around naked milking the cow and
feeding the chickens and looking for eggs and such, but it felt good to and
gave me a lot of energy. Grandma had breakfast ready when I came back in
and she used a wet rag to wipe the mess off my butt and where it had run
down my legs. She told me to put in my buttplug the next time I wanted to
run around naked like that so I didn't make such a mess and then she kissed
me and sent me upstairs with Grandpa's breakfast. I woke Grandpa up by
rolling him onto his back and sitting down on his still slick pecker and
then fed both of us while he continued last nights slow fuck. That weekend
was one of the best, but any time I got to spend with Grandpa was real
special to me.

We had a weeks vacation from school and I told Daddy that I wanted to go
visit Uncle Jimmy and spend some time with him if it was okay. Poppa said
that he thought that was a good idea and he and momma started thinking of
things that maybe Uncle Jimmy might need and soon had a pile of stuff that
I'd never be able to carry. Bill, Boo and Daddy helped me carry all the
stuff, clothes and canned goods and tools and such down to the barn. Daddy
told me to go get the little Jersey cow that had just freshened and he and
Bill and Boo made up a pack for her while I brought her in. Daddy tried to
warn me that his brother had gotten real strange since he'd gotten hit over
the head with that crowbar, but I insisted that I really wanted to get to
know my namesake better and Daddy didn't really object. The sun was just
getting bright when everything was ready but it was well up in the morning
sky before Dad and the boys got done saying good-bye to me. I walked out of
there with the cow and her pack trailing along placidly behind me and a
pleasant ache in my butt. I knew that I was going to miss my brothers and
Daddy, and that they were going to miss me.

It was a long walk and the cow really didn't want to go up that hill but
after I cut a willow switch she paid attention pretty good. I didn't really
have any trouble finding the clearing with the cabin in it and as soon as
we got there the cow waded into the deep grass and started eating like it
was the only food she'd ever seen. I hollered so that it wouldn't seem like
I was trying to sneak up on anyone and Uncle Jimmy came out of the cabin
with his dinner still cooking in the iron skillet he had in his hand. He
had his rifle in his other hand and looked about ready to kill someone
until he figured out it was me. Then he got a big grin on his face and
waved me over. I run to him and wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged
him as hard as I could.

"Hi, Uncle Jimmy. I missed you!"

Uncle Jimmy's smile got even bigger and he hugged me back as best he could
with both hands full. "Missed you. Hungry?"

I bounced up and down. "I'm always hungry! But I got presents for you and
we can eat later."

Like a little kid, Uncle Jimmy fumbled around in his excitement but finally
managed to set down the iron frying pan and the rifle without any major
injuries. I took his hand and lead him around the side of the house and he
about jerked me off my feet as he came to a halt.

"Cow?"

"Daddy thought you might like some fresh milk. He said you could keep this
cow until she dries up, and then we'll trade you for one that's still in
milk. That pack on her back has presents from Momma and Poppa and my
brothers and everybody."

Uncle Jimmy hurried over to the cow, just about dragging me off my feet. I
helped him untie the pack and then he carried the whole thing over to the
cabin all by himself. I knew about what that pack weighed and was amazed
that he could carry it. I ran in front of Uncle Jimmy and opened the door
for him and he went inside and thumped the pack down on a great big plank
table. I waited politely outside until Uncle Jimmy motioned me inside. He
looked at me real seriously and then said, "This your house, too. You
come. You go. Like you want. Not wait for permission."

I threw my arms around him again and the big man awkwardly fondled my hair
and patted my back, real gentle, like he was afraid he might break me or
something. He leaned down a bit and put his hand around my butt and lifted
me up. I put my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist
and when he kissed me I surprised him, I think, by opening my mouth and
sucking his tongue in on top of my own. He kissed me really good, fondling
my bottom the whole time and I felt all over the strong muscles of his neck
and shoulders and chest. I also sprang a boner against his belly and ground
it into him so he'd know I liked the way he kissed me. Grinning, he leaned
back and let me slide down to the ground again and gave my butt a swift
smack. I jumped a little but giggled and ran my hand down the long tube
showing in his pants.

"You good nephew boy!" he said before turning to start untying the pack. I
helped him, staying as close to his body as I could. He didn't object, but
just worked around me and took a few feels of his own as well. When we got
the pack open Uncle Jimmy lost track of playing around with my
body. "Christmas!" was all he said, but his eyes were glimmering with
excitement. Nothing was wrapped up, but that didn't seem to make any
difference to him. It was like he couldn't pay attention to more than one
thing at a time anyway. Mama had put in a bunch of canned goods and jars of
home produce and homemade preserves and jellies and such. Uncle Jimmy was
everything but drooling as I helped him put all that away on shelves. Next
came a whole ham. I went with Uncle Jimmy out to his spring house and saw
him hang the ham with a bunch of others and sides and slabs of bacon as
well. Pointing to his old pork, Uncle Jimmy said, "Wild taste". Pointing to
the new ham, he said, "Sweet taste. GOOD!"

We went back into the house and the next package was wrapped in
store-botten paper tied with string, like stuff from the General Store in
Twitty. I told Uncle Jimmy that the package was from his brother, my
daddy. He unwrapped it real careful like and saved both the paper and the
string. Inside was a stack of new shirts and three pairs of brand new
overalls. Uncle Jimmy felt them over and over and I could see that he was
crying. Something more than I knew was going on, but I didn't want Uncle
Jimmy to be sad so I handed him another wrapped package, this one from my
brother Bill. He carefully opened that package too, at least until he saw
that there were books inside, and then he was laughing and crying and
opening the books over and over to see all the brightly colored pictures
and large print words. They were old books of Bill's that he had learned to
read from and had taught me and the other kids to read from. Uncle Jimmy
was so happy that I thought he was going to wet his pants.

Next was a bag from the little kids full of store boughten and home made
candies. Can't tell you how hard it was for them to part with all that
candy, but they did, and all on their own. Uncle Jimmy put a Baby Ruth on
the table and put the rest of the candy up on a high shelf. He broke the
candy bar in half and gave me first choice of pieces. I took the smaller
piece because it only seemed fair, considering how big he was and how long
it had been since he'd had any candy. We each munched our share in total
silence, other than the sounds of chewing and nut crunching. Watching how
much Uncle Jimmy seemed to enjoy the candy made me pay more attention to my
share instead of just gobbling it down like I usually would. Uncle Jimmy
was right, that was the best tasting piece of candy I'd ever had, and
sharing it with my uncle made it taste that way.

Wiping our hands off on our trousers and sucking the last of the candy and
nuts from our teeth. Searching in the folds of cloth, I pulled out the last
present in the pack. It was a really sharp pocket knife. I told Uncle Jimmy
that it was a gift from Boo and that Grandpa, Uncle Jimmy's father, had
given it to Boo but that the knife had originally belonged to Grandpa's
grandpa. Carefully, Uncle Jimmy opened up all four blades, one after the
other and then very carefully closed all the blades and put the knife in
his pocket (I noticed that for the rest of the day Uncle Jimmy would touch
his pocket to make sure the knife was still there every few minutes. In
fact, that was a habit Uncle Jimmy kept until he died.). Looking at me,
tears in his eyes, he said, "Boo good boy. You tell!"

"I'll tell him," I said, holding my hand up in the air, "I swear!"

Reaching into my jacket pocket, I looked up at Uncle Jimmy. "Daddy said
that you used to really like music. Do you still?"

Uncle Jimmy seemed to think that over, like he couldn't really remember,
but then nodded his head "Yes."

I pulled my hand out of my pocket and said, "Then this is from me." And I
handed him my real, genuine two octave Marine Band Harmonica.

Gently, tentatively, like he was afraid it might disappear if he moved too
fast, Uncle Jimmy reach over and took the Harmonica from my hand. Lifting
it to his mouth he closed his eyes and listened intently to the crystal
clearness of each note as he played up one scale and then down the
other. Blinking his eyes, he tapped the spit out on his palm and then
carefully put the harmonica in his shirt pocket, which he carefully
buttoned closed. He picked me up and I wrapped myself around him in my
favorite way, arms around his neck or feeling him all over and my legs
wrapped as far around his waist as I could make them go.  Uncle Jimmy
started to give me a little peck of a kiss but I wasn't having any of
that. I wanted a real man-to-man kiss, and let him know it! Locking my lips
to his I stuck my tongue into his mouth and used it to pry out his tongue
so I could get it in my mouth and suck it like it was a fat little
cock. Uncle Jimmy really got into kissing me and his hands acted like they
had a mind of their own, first kneading and fondling my ass and then
sliding up under my shirt to rub and feel all over my back. I moaned like
crazy into Uncle Jimmy's mouth and sucked in my gut as far as I could when
he needed more room to slide his hands into the back of my pants. I wasn't
wearing any underwear and his hot hands were soon caressing my smooth flesh
in the tight confines of my britches.

He felt me all over my butt but (see joke 1) when his fingers touched my
hole I got really excited and kept pushing my boner into his belly as he
checked out my hole. I wasn't loose at all, but I could open up for him
when he demanded entry and he fingered me good. He was awfully gentle, but
awfully thorough in his examination as well. He pulled his head back and
looked at me with two fingers, one from each hand, up my hole.

"Pussyboy?" he asked.

Bashfully, I nodded, "Yes" and he gave me a great big hug and set me back
on my feet. Taking my hand and looking really sad, he said, "You go home
now?"

Shaking my head "No", I explained, "There's one more gift. It's from Daddy
and me. I can stay with you for the whole week of my school vacation, if
it's okay with you."

Uncle Jimmy got a big grin on his face and nodded "Yes" vigorously. "You
read to me?"

I nodded "Yes" just as vigorously and asked, "You play music for me?"

I thought Uncle Jimmy was going to break his face his grin was so big.

We went outside shortly after that, both of us sucking on a piece of hard
candy flavored with horehound. I introduced Uncle Jimmy to Sally, the cow,
and she took to him right off. He allowed as she was probably the finest
cow he'd ever seen and she admitted that he could scratch ears better than
anyone else scratching her ears right then. When the introductions were
over Uncle Jimmy and I spent the rest of the afternoon putting up a corral
for Suzy up against the lean-to that Uncle Jimmy used for a barn.

Uncle Jimmy went into the house and started dinner while I finished digging
a hole. We were both hungry because we had clean forgotten about lunch
except for a couple of pieces of candy. When Uncle Jimmy came back he told
me to set down the shovel, we could finish the corral the next day. I
leaned the shovel up against the lean-to and dusted off my hands. Uncle
Jimmy took my hand and we walked a bit down the hill and then around it
some.



Chapter 8

I Get Into Hot Water



We got to a big ol' blackberry patch and Uncle Jimmy let go of my hand and
headed back uphill, right through the middle of the briar patch. I could
smell ripe berry's and my mouth started watering. I noticed that the
berry's up at Uncle Jimmy's level seemed to be pretty thin, but down at my
level there was bunches of them as big as the end of my thumb and bigger. I
pretty much stayed up with Uncle Jimmy but by the time he stopped a couple
of minutes later I was pretty much covered with blackberry juice. Uncle
Jimmy took one look at my face and hands and started laughing like he
hadn't seen anything so funny in his whole life. He reached over and got
himself some berries and popped them into his mouth. Rubbing his belly he
went, "Ummmmmm!" We scarfed berries for a few minutes and then Uncle Jimmy
took my hand and carefully led me around a rock outcropping. On the other
side was a truly magical place. Emerald green grass and dusky green berry
bushes and the mottled green of old virgin timber On the far wall of he
horseshoe cut into the mountain a clear stream cascaded step by step down
the gray rock. The water sang as it searched for a path to the rocky creek
at the bottom of the cliff. Twenty-five, maybe thirty feet the water fell,
wetting rock and the creepers and ferns that grew wherever they could get a
root to stick. The air was cool and full of the scent of sweet water and
growing things.

On our side of the little alcove was a solid sheet of rock that just barely
tilted towards the creek. All the way at the back was a cave going into the
darkness of the mountain. Another little stream followed a channel out of
the mouth of the cave, only this water was steaming and I could smell
sulphur. Somebody had done an awful lot of work because a channel for the
hot water had been cut right into the stone slab and at its end someone had
cut the rock into the biggest bathtub I ever did see. I stood there with my
mouth hanging open while Uncle Jimmy reached into the cave and took out a
willow basket with soap and amatranth leaves and bluespur flowers. He
reached into his pocket and put the store-bought soap Mama had sent in
there with everything else.  There was a split log that carried cold water
from the waterfall over to the bathtub and Uncle Jimmy moved a flat shingle
of wood so that the cold water could run into the tub instead of flowing
over onto the ground and back down to the creek.

"Bath!" Uncle Jimmy said, and then started taking his clothes off. I was
hot and sticky from the walk and the work and all the berry juice and my
Daddy didn't raise no fools. I started stripping off and was standing there
naked in no time. Uncle Jimmy hadn't wasted any time either and was
standing there plumb naked except for the shirt he was pulling off over his
head. Not that I was getting used to it or nothing like that, but my mouth
dropped open and I just stood there staring. I already knew that Uncle
Jimmy was big, and strong, but he looked like a bear standing there
struggling to get his shirt off and getting more and more tangled up. I'd
thought that Uncle Jimmy was probably that big because he was fat, but
there wasn't any fat on his body that I could see. Great big bunches and
slabs of muscle twisted and turned as Uncle Jimmy struggled. Uncle Jimmy
sure did look like a big ol' bear except that a bear's got a little bitty
dink and what Uncle Jimmy had looked more like my arm swinging through the
air and slapping up against his leg. I wanted to play with it in the worse
way (or maybe in the best way!) but decided to help him get out of his
shirt first. The problem was that he was wearing a button up shirt and had
tried to take it off like a pull-over. I got him to hold still and
unbuttoned a couple of the top buttons so that his head could fit through
the collar. Then I helped him pull it off the rest of the way. He tossed
the shirt onto the bush that was holding the rest of our clothes. He got a
big grin on his face when he saw my woody and reached over and stroked it.

"Nice," he said, and put out his arms to me. I took the hint immediately
and jumped up on him and wrapped my arms and legs around him as tight as I
could. I buried my face in the hair on his shoulder and wiggled up against
his body. It was like laying on an already warm fur blanket. I loved the
feeling and could feel my dick swelling up like it was going to just get
bigger and bigger and bigger until it exploded. Uncle Jimmy laughed at my
eagerness and, imp-like, peeked at me out of the corner of his eye as he
pretended he didn't notice his finger wiggling it's way into my butt. I
gave him his imp look right back and then grinned as I arched my back and
pushed my butt back so I could swallow his whole finger.  Uncle Jimmy gave
me a big hug and wiggled his finger around inside of my butt. "Nice!" he
said again.

I giggled and wiggled my butt right back at him. Uncle Jimmy laughed real
happy like and then gave me a huge hug and a big ol' spit swapping kiss. I
was trying to kiss Uncle Jimmy back, but his fingers kept finding ticklely
places all over my sides and up under my arms. The more serious I tried to
be, the more he tickled me until I just gave up and started giggling
uncontrollably and trying to escape his tickle attack.  That caused me to
wiggle and thrash around all over his hairy front. I was in no danger of
falling though because Uncle Jimmy kept his other hand securely under my
butt with his middle finger all the way up inside of me to make sure I
didn't slide out of his hand and hurt myself. Very considerate of my Uncle
Jimmy, don't you think?

We were both just about breathless (well, I was breathless and he was
laughing his ass off) and then Uncle Jimmy suddenly got serious. Holding me
so tight that I was worried about my ribs breaking, Uncle Jimmy nuzzled
into my neck and sniffed me like an old coon dog looking for some pussy.
"You smell like Buddy."

That was the most I'd ever heard him talk, and the fact that I smelled like
my dad to him definitely got him excited. I could feel his heart thump
harder and something else was thumping against my butt cheeks like it
wanted to make my acquaintance. I got all fidgety but instead of raping me
like I wanted, Uncle Jimmy stepped into the pool and lowered us down into
the hot water. And it was HOT! Even Grandpa's shower wasn't that hot. Uncle
Jimmy was careful, letting me get used to the heat as he lowered me, but he
also wasn't letting me back out. I got really excited when my midsection
started going underwater cuz it was burning my balls like crazy. Uncle
Jimmy fooled me though. He sucked my dick and balls clean up into his mouth
and sank under the surface holding me that way. He sucked some of that hot
water into his mouth and then blew it back out, back and forth until I was
pretty used to the heat and he had to let go and surface for air.

We spent a deliciously long time in the water. Adjusting the flow of cold
water to heat up the pool until we were sweating like a pair of mules on a
long hot day pulling plow, and then cooling it off until it was almost
chilly. Uncle Jimmy mostly just laid in the water on his back, but I was
all over the place like a little silverback minnow. I spent a lot of time
laying on Uncle Jimmy's belly, just relaxing and talking softly to him. The
reason he didn't talk much was because it was hard for him to keep from
slurring his words. Once he knew I could understand him and wasn't
interested in making fun of the way he talked, he opened up and we talked
about a lot of stuff. About him and Dad and what happened and how they grew
up together and how close they were and what he liked and didn't like and
all sorts of stuff. I mostly just laid there on his belly and chest and
listened to him. He had a lot of years of not talking to get past and we
were both enjoying touching each other and sharing. He asked me all about
school and how I was learning to be a pussyboy and what I liked and didn't
like (we both hated hominy and loved fried ham!).

I'd get restless and swim around, sliding all over his body and feeling
anywhere I wanted. He didn't mind at all and, in a lazy sort of way, he'd
feel of me too when he had a chance. I started washing his hair and when I
had it squeaky clean I pounded up some of the blue flowers and made a paste
that I worked into his hair real good so that it would smell nice and be
easy to comb. Then I made him sit up straighter and washed his face and
ears and neck and shoulders. Cupping my hands I rinsed him off and then
washed him again. That seemed to get him pretty clean, so I didn't bother
with a third wash. The dirty water and soap just floated down the pool and
went out the overflow and down into the creek.

Next I did Uncle Jimmy's hands and arms and laid his arm over my shoulder
so I could wash his armpits and shoulder real good. I really liked the
feeling of his arm around me and him just laying there letting me touch
him. All he did was groan and smile at me whenever it felt especially
nice. He didn't seem to be ticklish at all and it felt really great to be
able to run my hands through his armpits like that. I rinsed him off and
then put his arm behind his head and stuck my nose into his armpit to see
if I'd gotten it clean. Well, that was the start of my undoing. His man
smell made me rise up to full mast again and the next thing either of us
knew Uncle Jimmy was holding his own arm behind his head and I was cleaning
up his armpit real thorough like with my tongue. My dad's big brother
tasted even better than he smelled and it seemed like I just couldn't get
enough. Uncle Jimmy was real patient with me and let me feed in his hollow
'til about the only thing I could taste was my own spit and his wet
hair. Real gentle like, he moved me over to his other side and let me start
in a new playground. The taste and smell was so strong and good that I sort
of lost track and held onto him as hard as I could until I shuddered all
over and white strands floated up to the surface and floated out of the
pool with the soap and dirt.

I caught my breath and gave Uncle Jimmy a great big hug for not making me
stop or minding that I spooged all over his side. Then I finished cleaning
up his pit until it too tasted and smelled only of spit and wet hair. Uncle
Jimmy pulled me over on top of him to take a rest and kept me from floating
away by putting both of his massive arms around me. I just cuddled down
into the mat of his hair and nuzzled his chest until I found a tit to suck
on. We lay there a while, quiet and about three parts dozing with him
holding me in his wonderful strong arms and me nursing at his big ol' man
tits like a happy, dozing piglet.

We finally roused some and I got Uncle Jimmy up so I could wash his back
and chest. We both enjoyed me washing his chest and belly, and we played
around and I found out that he was ticklish in some spots. But when I
started scrubbing his back he just leaned over and moaned in pleasure. I
swear I could have scrubbed the skin right off his back and he'd have never
said a word to slow me down, that's how much he enjoyed that. I made
cleaning his butt part of washing his back and he never flinched or said
noting, even when I got way down in his crack and scrubbed his butt hole. I
got him all rinsed off again and then got him to sit on the side of the tub
so I could scrub his feet and legs. His feet were real ticklish and we had
a lot of fun with that. His legs were so muscular that I had trouble
holding them up to wash them, but I managed.

I got both legs washed and then stood him up in the water to rinse him off
again. Somehow, I'm not sure how, I must have slipped or something, I ended
up nuzzling around in his crotch and his thighs sort of opened up and I
sort of cleaned up in his crotch kind of like I cleaned his armpits. I
could hardly believe it, but his crotch tasted even better than his armpits
had. I got the creases and pubic hair cleaned up real good and then I
decided his ball sac probably needed a real good cleaning. I think Grandpa
must have worked on Uncle Jimmy's balls the way he was working on Bill and
Boo's balls cuz, hot and relaxed like they were, they hung plumb down to
his knees. LOTS of skin for me to suck on and play with. His balls were so
big, different shaped, but about the same size as a big hens egg, that I
could only get one at a time in my mouth. Uncle Jimmy seemed to like me
sucking on his balls so much that I tried to wash as much of his scrotum
skin as I could by keeping one or the other manegg in my mouth and just
move the skin in and around and back out again as I sucked and licked at it
to make it as clean as I could get it.  I went over his nut sac over and
over until I was sure it was spotless. I think Uncle Jimmy liked me doing
that because for the first time, his boy fucker got hard and stood up.

Now, I know it sounds like I'm making this up, but big dicks run in my
family and Uncle Jimmy had the second biggest dick of any of us. Since then
I've measured Uncle Jimmy a bunch of times and I know what size he was when
he got his pecker up and straining. Now, fourteen and a half inches long,
top base to tip and eight and a quarter inches around the fat part and
about an inch and a half fatter around the rim of the cockhead may not
sound like much to you, but I was just thirteen at the time and Uncle
Jimmy's cock seemed pretty big to me. I let his balls out of my mouth and
licked up the parts I couldn't reach to get them nice and clean and then I
started licking my way up the shaft of my uncles cock. He sat down on the
edge of the tub again and spread his legs so he could rest and I could get
on with my self-imposed chore of mouth cleaning him.

All the men in my family not only have big cocks but they also have the
most loose skin I've ever seen on a cock anywhere. Not hanging there loose
and ugly skin, but plenty so that even at it's hardest the cocks have
plenty of skin to slide around in. Uncle Jimmy was no exception and I could
suck the skin into my mouth and tongue and suck it to my hearts
content. Uncle Jimmy was watching what I was doing real careful like and he
even put his hand behind my head and ran his fingers through my hair as I
worked on cleaning up his cock.

When I got up to the end I gave his foreskin a real careful going over and
when I had the outside pretty spotless I used my hands to pull all the
loose skin down to the base of his magic wand. The wonderful smell almost
burned the inside of my nose and my face flushed in pleasure and my cock
was throbbing underwater like a torpedo about to explode. First, I licked
all the inside skin of his foreskin as clean as I could get it and then I
got to work behind his corona and cleaned up every speck of the delicious
man cheese I could find. All that licking and sucking near his sensitive
rim got him leaking like crazy and I was constantly having to interrupt my
work to clean up his ooze before it ran down his shaft and made a mess. It
was a hell of a job, but I did the best I could.

I got that cheese cleaned up real good and then started working on the
actual head of Uncle Jimmy's cock. That skin felt real different to my
tongue and Uncle Jimmy started getting pretty excited. An awful lot of his
juice was leaking out and it seemed like it'd be a lot easier to just keep
the end of his cock with its messy piss slit right inside my mouth. That
worked pretty good but it seemed to get Uncle Jimmy awful excited
like. Looked like I was going to get some new lessons, so I just buckled
down and got with it. My jaws everything but popped apart, but I finally
managed to get the whole head of his cock in my mouth. I didn't see how it
could go any further, at least not until my mouth grew bigger or I learned
how to open up a bunch more, but Uncle Jimmy had just about all of that he
could take. He grabbed my head in both hands and I hung onto his balls as
he hunched back and forth, moving his cockhead around inside my mouth as
much as he could. It must have been an awful long time since Uncle Jimmy
cracked a nut, cuz after about two hunches into my mouth he busted wide
open and I couldn't swallow as fast as he was spewing. He had a real big
pisshole, I found out later that I could stick my whole baby finger clean
up inside of it, and it opened up as big as it could every time Uncle Jimmy
hunched out another long spurt of his thick and clotted man milk. The first
three or four blasts came out so long, strong and hard that half of it shot
out of my nose. Snorting and gulping and pulling on his balls to urge him
on, I sucked up everything Uncle Jimmy had to offer and he gave me
everything he could. He finally just shook all over and collapsed, spread
eagled on the cool rock the tub was carved into.

I took my time while he recovered and cleaned him up real good. I got all
the juice cleaned off of his dick and out of his pubic hair and out of my
nose and off my face and hands and back into my mouth where it
belonged. Now that I didn't have to worry about drowning, I could get a
real good taste of my uncles baby making juice and I can guarantee you that
it was prime, grade AAA superfine stuff. My nose sort of burned a little
from all the juice I'd spewed out onto my face that way, but It felt real
good and tasted even better when I snorted that stuff back down into my
throat.

Uncle Jimmy finally sat back up. He smiled at me and caressed my head while
I finished cleaning up. Once it looked like I pretty much had everything I
was going to get, he hoisted me up onto his lap and cleaned out my mouth
with his tongue. I started to get too eager so he swatted my butt hard
enough to raise a red handprint and really sting and then he set me back
down into the pool. He picked up the soap and got back into the hot water
with me. For a long, wonderful time he washed me all over like a daddy
washing his baby boy. I felt all muzzy and tingly and just enjoyed what he
was doing, letting him move me around any way he wanted. He finished up by
washing out my butthole real good with soap and a couple of fingers. I got
real excited so he wrapped his soapy hand around my dick and started
beating it at the same time he slipped a third finger into me and frigged
my ass really good! I spurted all over the place and just nearly almost
passed out it felt so damn good cumming into his hand like that while he
triple finger-fucked my asshole.

Uncle Jimmy laid back down in the water and pulled me on top of him
again. I found a nipple to suck on and dozed off with the soap still
burning in my asshole.

I woke up slowly and looked up through the thick mass of hair. Uncle Jimmy
was just laying there holding me, seemingly at total peace with the world
as he watched the slow dance of the moon and the stars as they went about
their own tasks in rhythm with the eternal universe.



Chapter 9

Uncle Jimmy's Bed



Uncle Jimmy got us up and out of the water. He stepped into his boots and
then picked me up against his chest like a baby and sort of covered me up
with our dirty clothes. He walked us back to the house naked like that and
sat me down on a log bench next to his old-fashioned well. He threw the
dirty clothes up against the house and then drew a bucket of water from the
well. Without so much as a 'How'ya doin'" or a "Thank you, please, ma'am,"
he dumped that whole bucket of icy cold water right over my head.

I jumped up screaming and he dropped the bucket and started running. It
didn't take no time at all for me to catch his evil ass and tackle him. I
managed to get him down on the ground, mostly because he was laughing too
hard to stand up, and we rolled all over in the grass while I beat the hell
out of him. Well... I would have beat the hell out of him if he would'a
actually stopped laughing long enough to actually feel any of my punches.
Suzy, the cow, just laid there chewing her cud and looking at us with those
big, soft eyes of her's like we were a couple of demented wild Indians.

I finally got through to Uncle Jimmy by sitting astraddle his chest and
jerking on a double handful of curly hair. That got his attention pretty
quick and he pulled me down onto his chest and gave me a big ol' kiss to
get me to stop.  He got us up and went back to the well and put me up on
the rock wall so I could dump a couple of bucketfuls of cold water over his
head and then he dumped another one over my head. I had to admit to myself
that it felt pretty good and stopped the sweating from having been in the
hot water so long.  We skimmed most of the water off of us with our hands
and then Uncle Jimmy lead the way inside.

He tossed me one of the new towels Momma had sent and then went over and
started a fire in the open fireplace. I was dry by the time he finished
that chore so he took the towel and dried himself off.  There was something
pretty neat about him using the same towel I'd used, like we had a real
special relationship or something. I set the table while he got dinner on
the table.  The food was pretty simple, but all of it was absolutely
delicious. Roast wild boar, sweet potatoes, baked potatoes, fresh sweet
milk (I'd done the milking earlier and put the milk in the spring house to
cool), and some kind of wild greens cooked in bacon fat that were sort of
spicy tasting. We were both real hungry and supper didn't last very
long. What else didn't last very long was the milk. I'd always liked milk,
and drank a lot, but Uncle Jimmy obviously had missed milk something
fierce. I don't believe I'd ever seen a man enjoy something so much ---
unless they were screwing me, that is.

After the belching was over, Uncle Jimmy washed and I dried. Still naked,
we went over and laid down in front of the fireplace on a brown bear rug
that Uncle Jimmy had killed, dressed, and tanned all by himself. That fur
felt so good against my naked body that I had to stay on my belly so that
my boner didn't wave in the breeze. We just laid there for a while,
digesting and enjoying the fire and the quiet companionship. I noticed
Uncle Jimmy looking over at where he'd put his new books and finally got up
and went over there myself. My boner led the way, but it was just us men
and I didn't think it mattered. Anyway, I was proud of the way it was
starting to grow and didn't mind Uncle Jimmy looking at it all he wanted
too look. I made a point of looking the books over very carefully before
turning to face Uncle Jimmy with a questioning look on my face while I
pointed to a thick brown book. Uncle Jimmy nodded his head "Yes" eagerly
and I brought the book over to the bearskin rug. Uncle Jimmy put another
big chunk of split oak wood on the fire to make sure I had plenty of light
and then laid down beside me so he could look at the pictures while I read
the words. The name of the book was "A Pictorial History of Technology" and
was full of interesting articles on things like x-ray machines, light
bulbs, diesel engines and such.  We flipped through the book until Uncle
Jimmy saw a picture that interested him and then I read the article to him.
When I was done reading, we talked about what I'd read until we thought we
understood it pretty good, and then Uncle Jimmy would pick another
picture. We were both enjoying ourselves a lot..

It started getting cool and Uncle Jimmy got up and pulled this huge ol'
down comforter off of his bed and came back and tossed it over both of us
as he laid back down.  About two articles later, between the hard work that
day, the heat of the fire and the warmth of Uncle Jimmy's body under that
comforter, I started getting drowsy. Now, from my recent experiences, when
I got drowsy, I got horny! And expected some help with the problem.

Uncle Jimmy noticed me fidgeting around. "You okay?"

"Yeah..."

"Why you wiggleworm?"

"My boner itches."

"Itches?"

"Yeah. You know..."

Grinning, he smiled at me with an evil leer, "Hurt? Want me to kiss and
make better?"

Grinning right back, I closed the book and pushed it out of the way before
flipping over on my back and grabbing aholt of myself.

"You know about..." he twirled his finger over my midsection and raised his
eyebrows.

"Yeah. Oh, yeah. Grandpa taught me. And Papa taught me some more, and my
brother Bill and Cousin Boo, they're teaching me even more. Daddy say's
that I might be a real good pussyboy, but I have to practice a lot before
we'll know for sure. Did you and Daddy practice a lot together?"

Uncle Jimmy got real quiet. Then he got sort of a sad look on his face.

"You love Daddy a lot, don't you Uncle Jimmy!"

He just nodded. Tears glinted in his eyes, the fire reflected in the rim of
moisture and my heart hurt in my chest.

"How come you live alone, Uncle Jimmy? How come you don't come live with
us?"

Uncle Jimmy rolled over, away from me. I could hear him trying to keep
quiet as he cried. I moved over and draped my body over him, my head
resting on his shoulder. "What's the matter, Uncle Jimmy?"

With barely a flinch of muscle, Uncle Jimmy flipped me off of him and stood
up out of bed. Crying out loud now, I could hear the pain tearing through
his chest. "It hurts Buddy to see me like this."

I just sat there, the comforter mostly off of me, the cool air making
goosebumps on my skin. Sadness filled me to the brim. I didn't want my
Daddy to feel bad. And I loved my Uncle Jimmy. He was a good man, gentle
and patient with me and I didn't want him to hurt either. Seemed to me like
Daddy and Uncle Jimmy was so busy not hurting each other that they was
making themselves miserable. But --- I was just a kid. What was I supposed
to do?

Time passed. I just sat there, afraid to make a noise or do anything that
might make it worse for Uncle Jimmy. He just stood there crying, staring
out the window at the black, black darkness outside as if he wished he
could be there and disappear like everything did on those moonless mountain
nights.

It started getting really cold, and I knew I had to do something. Taking a
deep breath, I got up and walked over to Uncle Jimmy. Taking his hand, I
patted his arm. A little kid, half his height trying to make the world a
better place for him. I pulled on his hand and he passively followed me
back to our fur bed. Leaving him standing there beside the bedding, I
retrieved the night can from under the bed and walked back to Uncle Jimmy
and real matter-of-fact like held the can under his piss spout and gently
took hold of him so he wouldn't spray all over the place. It was like our
rolls were reversed. He was the little kid and I was taking care of him.
He stood there, just waiting, and then with a grunt he started peeing into
the can. I could feel the can getting warm and the rumble in his dick as
his pee rolled out. When he was done he spurted a couple of times and I
milked him down and flicked off the last drop just like I'd done this a
thousand times. He stood there waiting while I moved the can lower and took
my own before bed pee.

I put the can back under the bed so it wouldn't get knocked over and
grabbed two pillows.  Putting the pillows down on our improvised bed, I
took Uncle Jimmy's hand and pulled him down and under the cover. Pushing
him over on his back, I fluffed up one of the big down pillows under his
head and then climbed up on his belly, perching there like a naked frog on
a big ol' moss-covered log.  I pulled the cover up and Uncle Jimmy helped
me arrange it over us. I was snug as a bug in a rug and the only problem
was that laying on Uncle Jimmy like that had my boner leaking like a faucet
again. He put his arm around me and I nuzzled around until I found one of
his big paps and nursed on him while he stroked all up and down my back
from my neck to my butt. I felt something pushing against my leg and hiked
my ass up in the air and reached underneath of me and adjusted Uncle
Jimmy's heavy hunk of manmeat until it was laying up on his belly so it
wasn't bent. When I laid back down it was like I was laying on a tree
limb. A big one.

We lay there for a while, real relaxed and dozy like. I scooched up a bit
and licked the tears off of Uncle Jimmy's face and then wiggled back down
so I could nurse his teat again. While I was licking his face, I noticed
that his fingers were stroking my butthole and even pushing inside just a
little bit. When I wiggled back down, I left my feet on the fur where they
were resting and let my legs bend just like an old frog on a log. That
opened me up pretty good and I soon had one and then two fingers taking
advantage of my exposure. No way was I going to complain, it just felt too
warm and comfortable and relaxed. I switched titties and reached back and
made Uncle Jimmy add a third finger to the two playing touchy-feelie in my
hole. When he got the idea and put it in, I moaned in satisfaction and went
back to my tit sucking.

A boy can take just so much from a dilatory man and I finally took matters
into my own hands, as it were.  I turned around so that Uncle Jimmy could
keep his fingers inside of me and started using my tongue to wet his big
ol' boy-stretcher and get it slicked up real good. I felt both his hands
spread my butt cheeks as wide apart as he could stretch them and then felt
his beard against the tender inside flesh of my spread apart butt crack.  I
jumped like crazy when what had to be his tongue twisted right up inside my
butt chute and then dove right back down with my mouth clean over his whole
cockhead, trying to force it into my throat, but without much luck. Didn't
seem to matter too much to Uncle Jimmy . His cockhead swelled up something
fierce and got as hard as a piece of oak wood. I could hear my jaw hinges
creaking and wondered if I was going to be able to get that throat clogger
back out of my mouth.

I couldn't take much of that tongue up my ass, to say noting of my mouth
filling taste treat that was leaking a steady stream of its own special
sauce that just made the taste exquisite. I sat up, popping the cockhead
out of my mouth like the cork out of a bottle of cheap champagne and sat
back and wiggled my butt all over Uncle Jimmy's face. I don't think he
minded because his main reaction was to stick his tongue even further up
inside of me.

Standing up, I flipped the cover off of both of us (we were plenty hot
without it), and turned around, putting one foot on each side of his
hips. Squatting down, I lifted up that heavy thumper of his and snuggled it
right up against my soaking wet butthole.

Time stretched out and the world became a very focused place. Uncle Jimmy
reached up and took hold of my knees, hiding them from my sight completely
as his big paws wrapped entirely around the folded joints. He gasped a deep
draught of air and froze, his only movement an involuntary squeezing and
releasing of my knees as I settled down and sat, my weight suspended on the
upright knob of his manhood. Pulsing my butthole, I opened up enough to let
just the nose of his weeping, single-eyed moisture-seeking meat muscle
enter the heat of my body, the velvety cushion of my inner flesh wrapping
securely around the bulbose protrusion so that I could mouth and kiss it as
my ass spread and I sat down firmly, supported by the wide flair of his
boy-chair pushing so firmly and comfortably against my exterior flesh.

Uncle Jimmy rubbed his hands up and down my thighs as I sat there, balanced
lightly on my feet, but with my whole body weight supported on the
stalk-like seat of his manliness. Shifting slightly to balance me better on
his flesh, Uncle Jimmy caressed my thighs and sort of abstractedly murmur,
"Don't hurt yourself. Stay just like that and I can cum."

Smiling down at him I rubbed my own chest and ran my hands down my body,
delighting in the heightened sensitivity of my skin and reached down
between my legs to feel of were he was touching me so intimately. Looking
directly into his eyes like I was challenging him. I got his imp look on my
own face and, taking a deep breath, grunted and pushed down like I was
trying to empty my bowels. My bottom relaxed and opened up to let a turd
fall, but instead, my weight pushed me down and my fingertips felt the lips
of my tight boy-channel spread and spread and spread until I felt like the
ring of my asshole was going to tear in half. Tears flooded my eyes as I
grunted again and bore down like I was trying to push out the last of a big
one.  I slid down with sort of a bouncing jerk and was trapped. The outside
ring of my asshole snapped shut and locked itself behind my uncle's flared
and pulsing corona as the head flowed into my shitchute and nestled solidly
up against my spasming inner ring. My head snapped back and I let out a
long moan as my sphincters struggled to accommodate themselves to a totally
new dimension in manly intrusion.  I struggled to adjust myself to my
uncles size but it felt like my asshole was tearing itself apart in
convulsions around the ripping, punishing mass of my uncle's hugeness. I
was crying and begging and praying all at the same time, I didn't know
whether for release from the barbed spike that had me so totally trapped or
in the hope that I could take even more of my beloved Uncle's body inside
of me. I knew, through the tears and the pain, deep inside of me, the
truest of truths. Uncle Jimmy was my beloved. I loved him as much as I
loved my father and I wanted to prove to him that no pain was the equal of
the joy he could bring into my life. I wanted, with all my heart, for him
to learn that so that he would know what I was now sure of. My father loved
his brother so much that he trusted his son to him and that my life, and
his own, were my Uncle's to do with as he pleased. We both, my father as
well as myself, would give up anything, would do anything, would be
anything that my uncle might need or desire. And now I was going to prove
it to him.

The few seconds it took for me to realize the truth about how much I really
loved Uncle Jimmy was all it took for him to clamp his hands completely
around my thighs and for his whole body to go rigid as a board. I felt his
blood pressure rise as heartbeat by heartbeat his cock swole and swole and
swole until the skin was stretched to the tearing point and my asshole felt
as if it were being torn to shreds. A huge pulse convulsed his whole body
and the massive knob opened its mouth and the most widely known geyser of
all erupted within me. A solid stream of wonderfully hot fluid blasted its
way through my inner portal and flooded into my insides. The heat spread
and filled me and battered my hidden orifice as if Grandpa was using hot
water and a garden hose to give me an enema. It was as if Poppa and Bill
and Boo all had their cocks inside of me and were pissing at the same
time. Uncle Jimmy would gasp for breath and then his whole body would go
rigid and a voluminous eructation would spew forth into me as the
floodwaters fell upon the Egyptians. Two or five or a dozen --- at least a
gross of such eruptions left Uncle Jimmy sweating and limp on the bed and
me sucking for air as the excess of cum leaked past the plug in my ass and
ran down my nerveless, quivering legs. I was so enervated that if it were
not for my Uncle's automatic clutching of my bruised and incompetent legs I
would have toppled over and fallen down.

Even through the sparkling lights that filled my vision and the spiraling
electric shocks of an orgasm that was coming from deep inside of me rather
than from my cock and balls. I could feel the spike I was impaled upon
losing it's total rigidity. I sagged in exhaustion and felt my asshole
tingle and then pulse shut on the now semi-spongy pike I was sitting on.
It felt like I tried to fart and I suddenly felt myself uncontrollably
sliding down the sperm slick shaft of my Uncle's hugely stout cock. Neither
my Uncle nor I could do anything about it. No matter the consequences, I
was sliding down that shaft and nothing could stop my progress as the
passionately purple piston plummeted precipitously, filling me and filling
me and overfilling me until it felt as if I had been eating Thanksgiving
Dinner for a week without crapping.  Nothing would, or could stop me until
my ass was tickled and then teased and then crushed the furry barrier
protecting my Uncle's pubes from my hungry nethermouth.

I sat there, stunned. Almost senseless. Aware of what had happened but not
believing it. Knowing that my Uncle's outsized organ had somehow found it's
way inside of me but afraid that if I moved ---SOMETHING AWFUL WOULD
HAPPEN.

Uncle Jimmy lay there, equally shocked. Afraid that he had killed me or
ruined me or something. Wide-eyed and fearful. Enervated but full of fear
for what he had just done to his brothers son.

Like a towering fir tree finally giving up, I leaned forward and slowly,
slowly fell forward to land sprawling across Uncle Jimmy's belly and chest,
his cock forming a hinge that kept us connected and in total touch with
each other. I buried my face into the curls covering his chest and sobbed
out my passion and my need. Uncle Jimmy wrapped his arms around me and
caressed me. Soothing my anxiety and gentling my soul. Letting me know that
I was totally safe in his arms and that he loved me as I loved him --- with
our whole hearts, without reservation, as friends, as family, as lovers and
as a part of each other.

Uncle Jimmy moved my head over so I could nurse on his pacifier again and
then he just held me and stroked my hair and rubbed my back and massaged my
butt to help it relax.  I never knew when he started moving his love organ
inside of me, it just sort of gradually became a part of our lovemaking and
by the time I was aware of it sliding around in my boy pussy it felt as if
it had always been there and belonged nowhere else. I began moving with
Uncle Jimmy, teasing his erection into harder and harder states that filled
and stretched me more and more as I learned to accommodate his size. For
his part, Uncle Jimmy was gentle and infinitely patient and I knew, deep
inside of me that he would withdraw from the warmth he so desperately
wanted, that he needed more than anything else just then, that he would
withdraw the instant I went past my ability to accommodate him rather than
take any chance of hurting me.

I was hugely proud of myself that no matter how big Uncle Jimmy's was
getting inside of me, I was adjusting and opening myself up to him. Totally
without reservation. I wanted Uncle Jimmy inside of me and I wanted him to
make love to me so I could make love to him. His moving inside of me was
the most wonderful thing I had ever felt and every movement brought new
delights and pleasures as my body responded with overwhelming messages of
pleasure and contentment.  My sense of contentment was rapidly being eroded
however by a need for Uncle Jimmy to take me as a man takes his lover.  I
needed him on top of me. Making love to me. Fucking me and giving me the
pleasure I knew he could create with the master cock God had gifted him
with. I managed to force him to roll over by tugging on his chest hair as I
wrapped my legs around his waist so he couldn't escape. I had to educate
him, but he soon realized that not only could I handle his full weight on
top of me, but that I absolutely loved the feeling of having him top me. It
took a bit more convincing, but I finally managed to convince him that I
really and truly wanted him to make love to me. Not just the sedate careful
love he was considering, but wild, passionate, fulfilling sex as a man
gives his lover in the full throes of their need for each other.

Uncle Jimmy finally acquiesced to my demands and demonstrated quite fully
and completely that not only did he possess the family's master cock, but
that he was a true master at using it. He began with a slow, circular
scrubbing motion against my ass as he licked my face and chewed on my ears
and sucked on my nose and mauled my lips and mouth. When he had my blood up
and running hot he began a series of small motions that taught me what it
felt like to have him moving inside of me while raising my heat to the
point where he had to actively restrain me to keep me from raping him. I
cried and struggled and demanded that he fuck me --- and FUCK ME NOW! ---
but his reaction was to be even slower and more gentle and more careful. By
the time I realized that he was teasing me into a raging lust it was
entirely too late. My mind was clouded with need and passion and with
wanting, needing, DEMANDING him to fulfil his function by fucking my fanny
furiously until the fabulous feelings he was fathering fabricated
themselves into a fantastic new reality for me.

Without warning he clamped my head in place between his two work-hardened
hands and withdrew from me in a long, painfully slow, sucking motion that
sucked my guts out of me and left my red and cushiony/ floppy hole hanging
wide open and alone in the universe. I arched my back and cried out to him
with my need and he caught me at the peak of that need and plunged totally
inside of me again in one swift, utterly demanding and emphatic crashing
motion of his hips.  My arms and legs shot out, leaving me totally open to
anything he wanted to do with my body and I screamed so loudly that my
father and Bill and Boo and Grandpa must have heard me, "FUCK ME!!!!!!!"

Being the polite country gentleman he was, my Uncle strove to
comply. That's a bunch of bullshit! He was an inflamed stallion taking what
was his and demanding even more. He fucked me until my eyes were spinning
and then he made slow, passionate love to me until I could think and
respond sensibly to him and then he'd pound my guts until I was absolutely
lost in raging passion again. Back and forth he took me. Up to the peaks of
idealistic pleasure where I was cumming from deep inside where he was
fantastically stimulating me into yet another mess against his belly, and
down into the pits of frustrated need where I begged and pleaded for him to
have mercy and pound me senseless with his cock yet again. I have no idea
how many times he came inside of me, I don't even know how many times I
came except that it seemed that was constantly traveling from one peak to
another, even higher peak. Uncle Jimmy kept me underneath of him and
controlled me and loved me and fucked me and I responded by demanding more
and more and more of him and he responded magnificently. Not only meeting
my demands but surpassing them and showing me realms that I never knew
existed. I traveled with him to the far reaches of the universe, responding
more and more avidly to his teaching and his manly demands. He showed me
what he wanted and then demanded that I give it to him. I responded with my
whole heart and soul and even though he could surpass me at every juncture
I was there with him and learning what it took to please him and urge him
on to ever higher plateaus of performance and endurance.

Orgasms were just a part of our lovemaking. Not a reason to stop, or even
necessarily to slow down. Several times cumming, shooting his juice into me
just caused him to fuck my butt harder and deeper and faster. Sometimes it
caused him to have a long, slow, languorous session of spooging into me,
then kissing and fondling me until seconds or minutes later he would spray
out another long, gut wetting stream of his juice, barely pausing in his
administration of his seed into me to acknowledge the fact much beyond the
increased suction of a kiss or the muscular curling of his body against
mine. Several times he rolled me over on my belly and fucked me from
behind. He had plenty of length to fuck me while I was laying flat on my
belly, and to make it feel damn good. But we also enjoyed him putting a
pillow under me to raise my hips or me getting up on all fours or just
hiking my butt up in the air until I was up on my knees and he would be
folded over the top of me really giving me a hellaciously good
pounding. Then he'd roll me over on my back again a fuck me like a man
fucks a woman --- or another man that he really loves. I took it anyway I
could get it, as long as he stayed on top of me and in charge of the
fucking I was getting.

After one particularly long session of him pumping my ass into a juicy mess
I noticed that the room was getting brighter and that morning sunlight was
diffusing through the windows. I joined him in yet another orgasm that had
him biting the back of my neck so hard he left marks (that I proudly showed
to my father, brother and other lovers). When he was done cumming in me I
wiggled and slithered out from under his still hunching form and slipped on
my shoes. "Wanna' go pee?" I asked.  He got up and slipped on his boots too
and, like me, didn't even bother lacing them up. We stumbled weakly out to
the pissing tree in the half-light and I openly watched and admired him as
he held his redly swollen member and pissed out a huge stream against the
tree. When we were both done pissing he pushed me against the tree and
fucked my booty again while I clawed at the bark. When he was done and the
cum that had accumulated overnight was running down my legs I hobbled over
to the well and poured a bucket of water over my head and then scrubbed my
pissy front and cummy back with my bare hands as he poured a second bucket
of cold water over me. When I was clean, he pushed me over the lip of the
stone wall surrounding the well and fucked me with the granite grinding
into my belly and the echoing sound of dripping water joining his grunts
and groans in my ears.

When he was done pumping that load up inside of me I decided that I might
as well get Suzy milked, because I didn't see any sign of him quitting
pestering me and I didn't what her to be uncomfortable . Uncle Jimmy helped
out by slicking up his dick with the first of the thick Jersey milk and
then sitting down behind me so I could sit on his lap and get bounced up
and down while I finished milking Suzy and him at the same time. I
struggled back to the house carrying two gallons of milk in a bucket and
ten pounds of man sausage still up my ass because Uncle Jimmy refused to
give up his place behind me just because I was trying to walk.  He seemed
to like what my ass did to his cock as I strained to hold up that heavy
bucket and walk with my asshole spread wide. He stayed right there behind
me while I filtered the milk through cheesecloth into a couple of glass
gallon sized pickled egg jars to separate, and stayed glued to me while I
got together the fixin's and made breakfast. Eggs (scrambled, he was
jiggling me around too much to make them any other way), ham slices (not
cut very even for the same reason), home made biscuits that were VERY well
mixed because of his avid help, some of Mama's most excellent strawberry
preserves (I'd helped pick the wild strawberries that she used mixed in
with the hybrid strawberries from the garden and that just made the
preserves taste even better), and milk still warm from the cow. We would
have had coffee too, but he jiggled the pot right out of my hands and I
ended up having to bend over in front of him to clean up the mess.

To show his appreciation, he held me in his lap and hand fed me my part of
the breakfast I'd made.  That sort of led to a lot of interesting and fun
new games with food that I'm sure Momma wouldn't have approved of at the
breakfast table, but Uncle Jimmy was the only adult present, and he didn't
seem to mind. In fact, he stood there, right behind me the whole time I was
doing dishes and cleaning up. To show his appreciation for my good work in
getting the morning chores done, he picked me up without removing his cock
from my asshole and carried me over to his big ol' four-poster bed and put
my ankles up over his shoulders so he could show me in broad daylight just
how a boy's pussy should look while it was being pounded into oblivion.

He fucked me like that until well after lunchtime and then helped me make
lunch, pretty much the same way he'd helped me make breakfast.  When we
were done eating (that was the first time I'd ever had anyone hand feed me
a ham sandwich) we pulled the cream off the milk and carried it all out to
the springhouse to keep cool. Uncle Jimmy lifted me up so that I could wrap
my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist while he settled
himself well back up inside me. Then he carried me back up the hill to the
hot bath and I discovered exactly why it was that men enjoyed jogging so
much.

We spent a long, delicious time soaking together. Me resting and floating
on top of my beloved Uncle's furry body in the hot water and my uncle
underneath me, soaking his cock up my asshole. At one point he need to get
up and take a pee, but I teased him and wouldn't let him up. He fooled me
though. He held my butt down in place and took a long, leisurely pee right
up my ass.  Laughing, I struggled to get away at first, but as I noticed
how the increasing pressure inside of me made my dick really hard, I
started egging him on again, only this time to really piss a man's load.
When he finally finished pissing my guts full, he insisted that as long as
he'd started to clean me out, he might as well finish the job properly. He
splashed a bunch of water up over the rock next to the tub to clean off the
rock and warm it up and then he clambered out of the tub with me clinging
to his belly like a leach. He put me down on my back and covered me with
his body in the dappled sunshine. Taking his time and being VERY thorough,
he used his plunger like a washerwoman's mallet and churned my guts into a
froth, he added another load of his cum, "...as a wetting agent..." and
then climbed off of me and slapped my ass telling me to go ahead and dump
that so he could get on with his work.

Clutching my ass, I skittered over to the edge of the clearing, and being
afraid of the brambles on the blackberry bushes, I was forced to hunker
down and shit my guts empty with my uncle laying there laughing louder and
louder every time I moaned or ripped out a huge fart. I finally got done
and Uncle Jimmy had me bend over so he could pour water from an old tin can
down the crack of my butt to clean me off. Then he upended me and holding
my butthole open with two fingers, he poured cans full of hot water into me
until it was bubbling out of my ass uncontrollably.  Uncle Jimmy stuck his
thumb up my ass to help me keep the water in and then laid me back down on
my back and used his other hand to massage my belly until I was nice and
relaxed and could just lay there enjoying the feeling and sounds of him
sloshing water back and forth inside of me to make me nice and clean for
him. He finally let me up to go dump my guts and the water flowed free and
clear out of me. I was spotless inside. When I came back Uncle Jimmy
inspected my bottom and after a very careful and thorough inspection he
pronounced me to be in fine shape. In congratulations, he soaped up my butt
and his dick and gave me a good ride and a nice load of cum up my ass to
"... get me lubed up for the rest of the fucking I had coming."

The rest of the afternoon was lazy with us either lying plugged in together
in the hot water, dozing in the warmth of the afternoon, tangled up in
various positions on the rock coping in a variety of positions that somehow
always involved his cock and my ass. He didn't cum any more, but just kept
me fucked and submissive to his needs.  At one juncture I wandered over and
picked some blackberries and brought them back and hand fed some of them to
him.  He decided that was a good idea and did the same for me, except that
he made me chew in time with his pumping into my ass. That liked to drive
me crazy, because he refused to stick to any particular rhythm. That led to
even more laughing and playing. By the time we left that afternoon we were
both happy and totally relaxed and trusting with each other and both of us
carried a big galvanized bucket of succulent blackberries back to the
house.

We put the berries into the springhouse to stay cool and Uncle Jimmy took
me out to the cowshed and gave me another lesson in cow milking while in
motion. On the way back I decided that rather than wasting the milk that we
already had too much of, I'd feed it to two wild sows Uncle had captured
and was fattening up before slaughtering them. I poured the milk into their
trough and they cautiously tasted it and then greedily sucked up every
drop. After that, Uncle Jimmy was still the asshole who captured them and
locked them up while I was the shining white god who brought manna from
heaven. Pissed Uncle Jimmy off, because he had to feed them their milk when
I wasn't visiting, but they never did cotton to him the way they did to me.
Seems like that once those sows made up their minds that Uncle Jimmy was an
asshole, no amount of milk or berries or anything else was about to change
their minds. At my insistence, Uncle Jimmy kept them sows until they
delivered a litter each, good, big, strong litters too! As long as he kept
them sows, which was for the rest of their natural lives, not even killing
them after they couldn't produce litters any more, they never would cotton
to him and would chase him out of the pen if he dared tried getting in
there. The noises they'd make every time they saw him were just plain
disgusting. He used to fuck me in front of them just because he knew that
they'd go crazy thinking he was attacking me.

We headed back to my uncle's cabin and I helped him lug the blackberries
and the cream that we'd separated earlier into the house. Uncle Jimmy got
out an old-style wooden butter churn, one of those truncated conical
affairs with the dasher handle coming straight up out of the top, and had
me lug it outside and clean it up real good while he got dinner started. I
got it spotless and lugged the heavy old thing back inside and watched as
Uncle Jimmy poured most of the heavy Jersey cream into it. Inserting the
dasher and putting the top back on, Uncle Jimmy told me to get to work
because I wasn't getting any dinner until I'd made butter for the table. I
got to work and Uncle Jimmy went back to making dinner.

I got bored pretty quick and kept trying to get Uncle Jimmy to play with me
some more but all he did was keep telling me that I was cruisin' for a
bruisin'. While I was working I noticed that the churn must have been used
a lot at some time because the oak handle was worn glass smooth. That gave
me an idea. Hoping to entice my reluctant uncle, I reached into the churn
and got some of the butter that was already forming and slicked up the
dasher handle. Giggling to my self, I managed to lift myself up high enough
to work the blunt nose of my ersatz cock right up against my eager boyhole.
I slid don the damn thing a little too quickly and discovered that a rigid
pole of wood didn't bend and fit inside of me the way a fleshy pole did. I
grunted a little, but quickly adjusted my position until I was standing
very erect (boy was I ever erect!) with a foot on each side of the churn
and the handle sticking up the middle into my ass.

"Uncle Jimmy!" I called. "Surprise!"

During our afternoon in the hot spring I discovered that Uncle Jimmy could
talk, and had a lot to say, but that he didn't like to talk around most
folks because of the way he slurred his words. He turned around and looked
and me and didn't say a thing. Picking up a hand towel, he wiped his hands
clean and walked over to me and took a close look. Walking around me he
just shook his head because it was obvious that I wasn't real comfortable,
but couldn't get myself off of the stick up my ass without some help. Uncle
Jimmy had a very odd way of helping me.

Hooking a stool over with his toe he sat down in front of he and checked
out my predicament with his eyes and fingers.

"Come on, Uncle Jimmy," I half laughed and half begged, "help me get off of
this thing!"

Shaking his head in wonderment, he took hold of the plunger with one hand
right under my behind and the other right under it. Without any warning, he
commenced to churning butter. I grabbed his wrists to keep from falling off
and screeched in surprise. Uncle Jimmy just went to churning butter like a
madman and my attempts to complain were broken into uselessness as I
squealed and laughed.  I held my legs out to the side and rode the wooden
stallion like a cowboy in heat.  Uncle Jimmy started laughing too and kept
teasing me by asking if I was ready to finish making the butter like he
asked me to. I kept swearing I would but he kept on not being quite sure I
was serious about doing my chores. I did everything I could to convince him
that I was serious and that I promised to finish making the butter all by
myself without teasing him any more. Still laughing, Uncle Jimmy stood up
and held me to his chest with one arm while he reached down between my legs
and extracted my most recent fuck mate. Then he sat back down and put me
across his knee and administered five good swats. Setting me back on my
feet he told me to clean off the handle before it ruined the butter and
then to get back to work. As he started back to the stove I was rubbing my
butt and, under my breath, said, "Meanie!" He spun around and caught me a
good one right across my already pink ass that lifted me right off my
feel. I quickly wiped off the handle and got back to work with a
vengeance. As he turned to leave again I stuck my tongue out --- just a
split second too quickly. He looked over his shoulder and shook his finger
at me in warning. I stuck my tongue out at him again and he took a step
towards me and I started churning butter like crazy and said, "Okay, okay!"
Laughing, he went back too work.

Now, I don't know how many of you have ever made butter the old-fashioned
way, but those of you that have know that beating the cream to death the
way we had been doing was NOT the way to make butter. I did end up with
enough for dinner and breakfast, but just barely. I decided that our game
had been fun, but with the next mornings cream I was going to show Uncle
Jimmy that I could really make butter and be a real help to him. I wanted
to make darn sure I was invited back again.

I salted the butter I'd salvaged and poured off some buttermilk for dinner
and then took the rest out and gave it to the pigs, cementing our
relationship. I washed the churn good and set it upside down to air dry and
went back inside. I went over to see how Uncle Jimmy was doing and to ask
if I could help but he snagged me and picked me up with a single hand under
my butt. He kissed me and patted my butt. "You okay?" he asked.

I grinned and gave him a big hug. "Sure, Uncle Jimmy. That was fun. But
tomorrow I'll really make you some butter."

Uncle Jimmy kissed me again and then sat me down at the kitchen
table. There was a bowl of blackberries with cream poured over them and wet
sugar twinkling on top. There was some purple color from the berries in the
cream, but there was some weird brown stuff floating on top of the cream as
well. I looked at it questioningly and Uncle Jimmy laughed. "Ain't you
never seen vanilla before?" he asked.

I shook my head 'No'. "Ain't never seen it before, but Ma says that it's
real good to cook with but that it's real 'spensive."

"Yeah. I guess so, 'specially if you got a passel of youngen's to
feed. Give it a try."

I leaned forward and cautiously smelled the stuff and the most delicious
smell of blackberries I'd ever smelled made my mouth start watering.  There
was something else to the smell too, but mostly it smelled like the
biggest, juiciest, plumpest blackberries a person ever did
smell. Carefully, warily, I filled my spoon with a big blackberry
glistening with sugar and some cream with some of the brown stuff in it. I
put it into my mouth like I was about to be poisoned --- and my taste buds
exploded. I'd never tasted anything so good in my life. I loved
blackberries, but this was something else. Something magical and previously
unknown to mankind. I started to shovel it down, but Uncle Jimmy laughed
and took my spoon from me. I was about to wrestle him for it, but he just
used it to stir up the berries, sugar and vanilla stuff until they were all
mixed up in the cream. He handed me my spoon back and watched me make the
whole bowlful disappear. I begged another bowlful out of him, but he put
his foot down at a third serving, saying that I'd ruin my dinner. I didn't
give a damn about dinner, I wanted more of that ambrosia, but I knew that
Uncle Jimmy wasn't shy about tanning a boy's butt and figured that if I was
good and didn't eat much, I could probably get a couple more servings after
dinner.

Uncle Jimmy fooled me though. Roast deer meat and baked potatoes and corn
and greens with blackeyed peas and... well, just everything to make me not
keep my promise to myself to not each much. We didn't talk much during
supper beyond 'Pass this' or 'Pass that', but we sure made some food
disappear.  I was sitting there with my belly all stretched out, wondering
if I'd kill myself if I had another bowl of berries when Uncle Jimmy did
another one of his magic tricks and took a blackberry cobbler out of the
oven. Two big bowls full. Covered with clabbered cream and a whole spoonful
of the wonderful vanilla. Steaming hot cobbler and cold clabber and I was
in heaven. Somehow, I got that whole bowl inside of me. I was sitting there
pretty much stupefied when Uncle jimmy lifted an eyebrow and the imps snuck
back into his eyes. "You want another bowl of cobbler?" he asked.

I opened my mouth to reply and a huge belch ripped out, all on it's own. I
covered my mouth and said, "Excuse me" and blushed bright red. Uncle Jimmy
just laughed and started clearing the table. I started to get up and help
but he waived me down and just said, "We'll do the dishes in the morning."
He stacked everything in water and then went over and stoked the fireplace
and sat down in his rocker chair. I walked over that way and he put his arm
out and I clambered up into his lap. I laid my head against his chest and
he wrapped his arm around me and we just sat there, staring into the fire
and belching and farting and laughing quietly at each other as we digested.

After a while I climbed out of Uncle Jimmy's lap and went over to his book
shelf and took down the book we'd been reading the night before. I climbed
back up into Uncle Jimmy's warm lap and started reading to him. Sort of
absentmindedly, he put his hand into my lap and his fingers did quiet,
interesting things while I read to him and showed him the pictures and we
talked about the things I was reading to him. I'd seen this book any number
of times while I was growing up, and had even learned to read from it. But
I had never sounded so interesting as it did while I was sharing it with my
Uncle.

I must have fallen asleep in his arms, because I woke up at first light
wrapped in his arms all snuggled up under the covers in that big ol'
four-poster of his. I rolled over in his arms and he was looking right at
me. I reached up and kissed him and one thing sort of lead to another and
he sort of got me on my back and sort of threw me the finest fuck I'd ever
gotten. I didn't want him to quit after his first cum, but he said we had
work to get done that day and unplugged himself from me with a loud slurp
followed by a clear "Pop!". We both laughed and ran outside and held each
others peckers as we pissed against the pissing tree.



Chapter 10

Home Again



Sunday morning Uncle Jimmy walked me back down the hill so I could go to
church with my family. We got to the cleared land and I asked him if it
would be okay for me to come back the next weekend. He said he'd be proud
to see me if it was okay with my parents, but that I was just to ask once
and not pester them about it. Then he gave me a good kissing and I managed
to get him to lay me across a fallen tree and pester me one more time
before I walked home.

Daddy saw me coming across the field and waved me over to the barn where he
was working. We went inside and sat down on a couple of bales of hay in the
coolness and Papa asked me all about my week with Uncle Jimmy. At one point
he asked me point blank if Uncle Jimmy and me had done sex together and I
assured him that I'd taken care of Uncle Jimmy as good as I knew how and
all about how gentle Uncle Jimmy had been and how he'd given me all the sex
I could handle. Daddy knew how large Uncle Jimmy was so he pulled down my
trousers and inspected me real close to make sure I hadn't been hurt. I
told him he was being silly, that Uncle Jimmy would never hurt me and he
said that he knew that but as my daddy he had to make sure I was okay. I
told him that if he was worried about that to try me out and see if
everything wasn't perfectly okay. Daddy went ahead and gave me a real
detailed testing and finally agreed that, while his brother had apparently
taught me some new things to do with my fanny, apparently no damage had
been done.  I insisted that he test me again to make sure and he did,
testing both ends this time and admitting that Uncle Jimmy had managed to
open up my throat real good.  Then he said that we'd best get up to the
house and get breakfast or Ma might throw it out. I helped him finish the
milking and we headed back up to the house side-by-side, and I could tell
that my daddy was proud of me.

At breakfast I opened up the tarp Uncle Jimmy had sent me home with and
passed out the gifts he had sent back with me.  I handed Mama a brown pint
bottle with a store bought label that said, "Pure Vanilla Bean Extract".
Mama smelled it and got all flushed. Saying, "Oh my! Oh, my!" she got up
and carefully put the bottle up in her 'private' cupboard.

I gave my brother Bill a slingshot that had to be the most bestest one I'd
ever seen. Made from the crook of a branch and carved with a hook that went
over your wrist. Uncle Jimmy let me try it and it was more powerful than
any slingshot I'd ever seen and accurate as all blue blazes.  The first
time I tried it for real we had rabbit for dinner! Then I gave Bill the
leather sack Uncle Jimmy had helped me make. Bill opened it and found it
full of the roundest rocks I could find. He grinned real big and said,
"Thanks!"

I told Boo what Uncle Jimmy said about how special the present of his
grandpa's knife was to him and then gave Boo the real live Bowie knife that
Uncle Jimmy had sent him. While everyone was "Ooooh"ing and "Ahhhh"ing, I
told them how I'd watched Uncle Jimmy forge the blade for the knife and had
even helped by pumping air for the forge. When I told everyone how Uncle
Jimmy had tempered the cutting edge with his own blood all the kids got
real big eyed. Daddy asked Boo if he could see the knife and Boo carefully
handed it to him. Papa moved the blade real lightly against his forearm and
we all got real big eyed when all the hair on that part of daddy's arm just
fell to the floor.  "You know what else?" Papa asked? We all shook our
heads 'No' and before anyone could say anything Papa reached up over his
head and snapped his hand forward. The knife flew clean across the kitchen
and stuck right in the middle of mama's bread cutting board where it hung
against the wall. "Perfect balance!" Mama lit into daddy about teaching us
boys things like that and Daddy just grinned and told Boo to go get his
knife back. Boo tried to but the knife was stuck clean through the
breadboard into the wall and Boo couldn't even move it. Bill and me and the
little kids started laughing and Mama grabbed her big wooden cooking spoon
and allowed as how she was going to fix some menfolk right now. Daddy got
up straight away and got the knife out of the wall but he split the
breadboard trying to get the knife out of it. He ended up having to promise
Mama that he'd make her a new breadboard that very same day and fix the
wall as well.  Us kids tried to keep the grins off our faces cuz we knew
that if Mama didn't get us, Poppa surely would. Things quieted down some
and I gave Boo the rawhide sheath with the buckskin fringes that Uncle
Jimmy had helped me make.  Boo didn't say 'Thanks' though, he just sat
there holding the knife in one hand and the sheath in the other hand saying
"Wow!" over and over. After that day, he never would let anyone but Uncle
Jimmy touch that knife.

After that I gave each of the little ones toys that Uncle Jimmy had carved
for them and Mama had to threaten to take a strap to them if they didn't
put the toys down and finish their breakfasts.

"Papa," I said. Worried and a little confused. "Uncle Jimmy made me promise
to give you this without fail." I gave Papa his gift, thinking it was
pretty strange and not much of a gift compared to what everyone else was
getting.  It was just a little piece of reed. Cut into a whistle. Papa took
it like he was afraid it might bite him, and held it like it was the most
precious thing in the world. I saw his eyes get all blurry and he suddenly
stood up and went outside. Worried, scared, I got up to follow Papa and
find out what I'd done wrong but Mama put her hand on my arm and said,
"It's okay, Jimmy Baby. Your Papa will be okay. He just needs to be alone a
little bit. Now sit down and finish eating."

I sat back down for a minute at a very quiet table but got up a minute
later and went over to the sideboard and carefully got Mama's big cut glass
bowl and set it on the table. Mama raised her eyebrow at me, but didn't say
nothing. I bent over and took the tarp out of the bucket I'd carried it in
and poured the glass bowl plumb full of the biggest, juiciest, ripest
blackberries that Uncle Jimmy and I could find in a whole afternoon of
picking (well, at least as much of the afternoon as Uncle Jimmy wasn't
pestering me, but I didn't tell no one about that). I was proud of them
berries and everyone wanted some right now! Momma said that if we didn't
finish our breakfasts that we'd never eat another blackberry ever
again. Then she got up and kissed my forehead and took the bowl to the sink
and started washing the berries while we all finished eating. When we got
done Momma made a small bowl of blackberries with heavy cream and sugar and
a little bit of vanilla just the same way Uncle Jimmy had made it. Everyone
agreed that those were the best blackberries ever but no amount of begging
would get Mama to give anyone seconds.

I left as soon as I could and went looking for Papa. I didn't see him right
away, but I knew where I could find him. He had what he called his thinking
place down near the swimming hole and, sure enough, that's right were he
was. I came up to his little clearing and he was sitting on a rock just
staring at the whistle. I was standing there real quiet, not knowing what
to do when Papa said, "Come here, Jimmy boy." I did like he said, afraid
I'd done something wrong, but he just patted his leg and I climbed up and
sat there, leaning against his chest. Sitting with Uncle Jimmy or Grandpa
was great, but this was my Papa and sitting on his lap made me feel safer
than anything in the whole wide world.

"I'm sorry, Jimmy-boy. Your Uncle Jimmy used to make me little whistles
like this when I was a little kid.  I kept losing them, but every time I'd
get scared of something he'd make me a new one and tell me that anytime I
needed him, all I had to do was whistle."

"He really misses you, Papa. But he's afraid that it hurts you to see him
like he is."

"Did he tell you that?"

"No, Sir. I just know it."

Papa just hugged me real close and I held onto him real tight when I felt
hot tears falling on my head.

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Church was okay, but it was great to get home and run upstairs to get out
of our Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes and get into something
comfortable. Bill and Boo looked so good without their britches that I got
down on my knees and gave them another homecoming present. The both allowed
as how that was real fine because they were both feeling kind of
constricted, what with me being gone a whole week and all. When Boo blasted
into my mouth I just about drowned and he and Bill laughed their asses
off. Seems like they'd made a pact to not do anything and save up all their
juice for me when I got home. I was more careful with Bill, but he filled
me up too and I had to swallow like crazy to keep from choking on all of
his thick, lumpy cum. We ran downstairs laughing like crazy people and
yelling that we'd be back in time to do chores. Mama was chasing down an
old rooster that had been causing her fits and didn't say nothing, but Papa
waved at us and told us not to kill anyone. I guess that was because Bill
was carrying his slingshot and Boo had that knife, which was about half as
tall as he was, strapped to his belt like some sort of pirates sword or
something. We ran all the way to the crick and stripped naked in nothing
flat and jumped into the water.

Didn't take much playing around until Boo and Bill's bodies (and mine too,
for that matter) were telling them how much they'd missed me. We got up on
the grassy bank and I laid right down on my belly, holding my butt up and
looking back over my shoulder at the two smooth skinned boys with the man
sized cocks sticking out from in between their legs. Bill asked Boo if he'd
brought any grease and Boo just shook his head, not taking his eyes off of
my bottom where it stuck up in the air.  I snagged my pants and pulled them
over to me and handed Bill a little bottle of mineral oil Uncle Jimmy had
told me to carry "Just in case something comes up." Uncle Jimmy and me had
to fill that bottle about twice a day.

Bill opened the bottle and figured out what it was for right away,
especially since I was pointing at my butt. He greased me up good and then
wiped what was left on his hand on his dick. He was careful laying on my
back and getting himself inside of me while I held that fat ol' cock of his
up to my asshole.  Then he laid down flat on my back and screwed me like
he'd really been missing me or something. Didn't take him long to bust his
nut up my ass and when he rolled off Boo took his place straight away. "You
need some more of that oil?" he asked.

"Maybe just a little on your dick." I said.

Boo greased himself up and then gave me a screwing that was just as hard
and fast as Bill's had been. I liked both fucks, but they were nothing like
the ones Uncle Jimmy had been giving me. As soon as Boo rolled off me and
lay there beside me panting for air, Bill got back up on my back and
mounted me for a longer, slower fuck. They swapped back and forth for the
rest of the afternoon and when they were both limp dicked at the same time,
we played in the water. It was getting towards late when Papa showed up. He
just stood there watching us swing from the oak tree and drop off into the
water. "Mind if I join you boys?" he finally asked.  We all yelled "Yeah!
Come on in Daddy." Even Boo was calling Poppa "Daddy" now, and I think
that, secretly, Poppa was tickled pink.

We watched real careful while Poppa stripped naked and jumped in surprise
when he suddenly jumped in right on top of us with a loud Indian
whoop. That started a battle royal with all three of us trying to dunk
Poppa and getting darn near drowned for our efforts. We finally dragged him
up on the grass bank (not all that unwilling as you can imagine) and Boo
and Bill held him down while I climbed up on his middle. We told him that
we were going to show this mangy Indian what real cowboys did to his
sort. I grabbed my hat and waved it around in the air and yelled and
whooped while hooking him in the sides with my bare heels. I told him that
we were raping him for his own good, to teach him the white man's way but
Bill said it looked more like I was riding a bucking bronco. Boo laughed
and said it was more like I was riding a saddle bronc and when Bill asked
him why, he said, "Well... Lookee there. He's got the pommel clean up his
ass. They started laughing like crazy at that and let there grips slip and
in nothing flat Daddy had me on my back and told me he was going to show me
what Indians did to "my sort." Bill and Boo just started whooping and
cheering Daddy on, yelling things like, "Ride 'em Cowboy" and "Make him
break a lather!". I don't know how funny that was, I was too damn busy just
hanging on. Seems like Daddy missed me a lot too while I was gone.

Momma outdid herself with Sunday dinner. Chicken and dumplings, the flat
kind that I liked so much. Fried chicken, sliced ham and salads and mashed
potatoes and cornbread with fresh butter and buttermilk and biscuits and
sweet potatoes and corn-on-the-cob and pea's with them little bitty baby
onions and... well... just about everything good to eat you can think of.

But she saved her best for last. Poppa had loosened his belt and we were
all just sitting there wondering if we'd ever be able to walk again when
Momma got up and got her hot pads. She opened the oven door and eyes
started opening and she pulled out the biggest, best smelling blackberry
cobbler you ever saw in your life. Momma made us watch as she ladled out a
great big portion into a bowl and poured clotted cream over the top of it
and then topped it with a teaspoon of the vanilla. My mouth was watering
like crazy but Momma made us all pass it down the table to my Dad. Then my
smallest brother got his and Boo, who was oldest, got his last. Seems like
Mama got slower and slower as she dished out the cobbler, but Bill and I
waited for Boo to get his --- just barely. Momma just sat there watching us
all gobble up her cobbler with a smile on her face like she'd just won the
church raffle.

Grandpa and Grandma showed up and Momma made them sit down and take a
serving of "Jimmy's Blackberry Cobbler" them ownselves. Grandpa tasted his
and then smacked his lips and told me I was becoming a darn good cook, even
if he had to say so himself. I tried to protest and all that got me was
razzed by everyone. Bill showed Granpa his new slingshot and then everyone
had to show him what they gotten. When we were all done Grandpa teased
Daddy by saying, "What's the matter, Boy? Didn't you get no present?"

Poppa just reached into his shirt pocket and took out his whistle and
showed it to his daddy. Grandpa got real quiet and we all just sat there
with our mouths hanging open, not knowing what was going to happen. Grandpa
got up and walked over to where Daddy was sitting. "You going to blow it
for him?" he asked.

Daddy looked at Grandpa and then at me. "Yes, Sir. I'm going to blow it
real loud for him if I ever get the chancted."

Grandpa bent down and kissed Daddy on the forehead. "You do that now,
Boy. You blow that whistle real loud for him now, you hear!"

"Yes, Sir." was all that Poppa said.  And then he looked at me and winked.



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We Three Notes

Cast:

Jon: Writer

Jimmy: Youngest just 13

Bill: Jimmy's brother. 16 Black hair

Boo: Jimmy's brother/cousin. Buddy's son by Ellie. 15 minutes older than
Bill. Blond, thick hair

Emma: Our mother

Buddy: Our Dad

Ellie, Daddy's sister, Boo's Mom, Grandpa's Wife.

Gramps: 6'5", smooth body Blond

Jimmy: The woodsman. Buddy's older brother. Mentally slow, Big, Strong,
Gentle, Loyal. Black haired and hairy.

George: The goat.