Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 17:42:27 +0800
From: Colin Cleary
Subject: THE JASON CARTER STORY - 7

The stories included in this anthology are fiction, you might even say
fantasy, and have been written to amuse, intrigue, entertain, divert and
delight.  They contain scenes of graphic inter-generational sex; if these
are not to your taste, or if they are outlawed in your city, state,
providence, or country, read no further, but simply go elsewhere for your
entertainment.

All characters who appear in the stories are fictional, and any
similarities between them and the genuine living or dead are coincidental
and unintentional. The only exception is Aaron Carter about whose sexuality
the stories make no reference whatsoever; he does seem a nice kid and I
appreciate his bubblegum rap, but that's it.

Above all, if you have not yet reached the age of consent, read no further;
it is not the intention of the site nor the writer to fill your head with
dreams and desires which as yet may be only vague and inchoate. There's
lots of fun to be had on the Net; go and find what is appropriate for you.

To everyone else who takes some pleasure from this tale, may you and yours
live long and prosper.




7 - ONE MAN'S MEAT


By the time I was fifteen I suppose I was giving of enough sex pheromes to
attract a legion of guys who loved, or at least lusted after other
guys. But I didn't expect them to include my own Uncle Tom.

The autumn of by fifteenth birthday saw a family crisis, and I was shipped
off to Uncle Tom's in San Fransisco, USA, for six weeks.

What a trip it turned out to be!


Jason tried hard, he tried desperately hard, but he just couldn't keep the
images out of his mind. It was his uncle, his own uncle. Yes, his uncle was
young (22), yes, his uncle was good-looking, very good-looking, but that
didn't mean you could have those kinds of thoughts about him.

"If only I hadn't seen those porno pictures," thought Jason to himself. "If
only I hadn't come home early and seen my uncle sun-bathing in the nude. If
only uncle hadn't been snoozing with an erection as thick as my wrist."

For the first time Jason had looked at Tom as a desirable guy and not just
as his uncle. He was desperately embarrassed at his feelings, and tore his
eyes away from the tempting display of nude, tanned flesh. Unbidden, he
thought of the pictures hidden in the bottom of his holdall. A guy at the
airport had given them to him, and he hadn't dared to examine them closely
in the busy toilets. He felt a sudden urge to run get them and take them to
his bedroom to study them in private.

The man at the airport had offered Jason the mags, pressed up against him,
and run his fingers over Jason's hard-on as he whispered in his ear: "Go
on. Take them. Let's slip into the john and look at them together." Was the
man teasing him or was he serious?

Jason'd been too scared to find out. He knew what happened to good-looking
boys in the toilets; he's had a few of them himself.

"Well, Jason? That okay? I've got a date later on, but we can go to the
pizza place or something first." Tom looked at his nephew anxiously. Now he
was looking odd. Maybe the sun was getting him, too. All the worried uncle
now, Tom put out one hand and stroked his nephew's forehead.

Jason jumped as if he'd been shot. "Yeh, that'll be great, uncle. I'll -
I'll just run my bag upstairs." He pulled away.

"Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You look a little pale. I
know that long flight is murder!" Tom smiled at his nephew. "I am glad
you're home now. You just startled me earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone."

"The door was open, so I just came on in," Jason answered. "I think I'll go
lie down ..." He looked at his uncle, trying to appear sick. If he'll leave
me alone for an hour or so, I can look at my pictures, he thought
feverishly. The desire to gaze at the forbidden pictures had now reached an
obsession. He licked his lips slightly and glanced at his uncle again,
wondering if he suspected anything. No, he wasn't even looking at him. "See
ya in a while, uncle," he said, turning and running upstairs.

Jason sprawled on the bed. He closed his door and felt safe. His uncle
never came in when the door was closed. Uncle Tom was a great believer in
privacy. He spread the pictures in front of him and began to look at each
one carefully. He pulled his pants off in preparation for his jack-off
session. He figured if he came really good, it would wipe out the thoughts
he'd had looking at his uncle. Jason knew how awful it was to have thoughts
like that about your uncle - it was a major sin. Not only that, if anyone
found out they'd probably put him in a home or something. Someplace for
perverted, evil boys. He shivered and resolved never to look at his uncle
like that again. He concentrated on the pictures.

There were seven of them. The first was of a good-looking blond. He was
naked except for a a thin leather thong in his crack, and he was staring at
the camera with a lascivious expression on his face, his tongue protruding
from his full lips.

Jason drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to kiss those full
wet lips. As his eyes slowly took in the rest of the picture, his breathing
quickened and his hand dropped to his cock, which was hardening against his
leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and began slowly stroking
it. He looked at the man's cock and balls for a long time, his breath
coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the picture, imagining how
that thick cock would feel in his hand.

"Oh, baby," he breathed. "What a set!" He breathed harder, picturing his
lips fastened on the erect nipples. Reluctantly, he slid his eyes farther
down.

The man's legs were widespread. He was holding his asshole open with one
hand, showing the inside. Jason could just make out the ridges and
convolutions of his puckered hole. He peered closer. It looked wet. It
almost glistened in the picture, seeming to beckon him nearer.

He stroked it with a trembling finger, fantasizing he was running his digit
over a real, wet asshole. He had touched an asshole that week - the
gardener's nephew at school let the boys at school feel his for a
dollar. But he was a bit simple, so that didn't really count. Jason's hand
moved faster on his cock as he imagined what he would do. He put the
picture aside and went on to the next.

In this picture a young red-headed man was sucking a guy off. The
interesting thing was - his mouth was completely full - his lips distended
around this enormous dick he was trying to swallow whole. Jason looked at
the man's genitals appreciatively and wondered if his would ever be that
size and if he'd find a guy who'd like to suck his huge cock off.

The guy's cock was huge. It sprang from a nest of dense black curls,
pointing straight up, obviously fully aroused. The head and about half the
shaft were buried in the red head's sucking mouth. His cheeks puffed out
and around it, trying to accommodate the rod. One of the guy's hands was
caught in the guy's hair, holding his head steady, the other was squeezing
one of his buttocks.

He shivered, wondering how it would feel to have a man sucking on his dick
and fingering his shithole at the same time. His hand stroked up and down
his cock in short quick strokes, then slowed. He could feel his cum
building up, and he wanted to look at the rest of the pictures before he
came. He flipped to the next one, his hand keeping a steady rhythm on his
cock.

"Holy shit!" he breathed. This was the best one yet. In this picture a a
young boy was lying spread-eagled on the bed, his widespread thighs facing
the camera. Above him, his dick still spurting, a man knelt. He had just
fucked him, for gobs of semen clung to the open rectum and dripped from the
head of the softening prick.

The photographer had caught the moment perfectly. The guy's face was glazed
with lust, his nipples still turgid with passion. His open asshole seemed
to quiver with its load of fresh sperm. His little hairs were coated with
the sticky stuff - it was running down his legs and over his stomach. "Wow
- he must've really shot a load," Jason breathed.

He wished it were his sperm dripping down the boy's outspread legs. His
hand was moving furiously now. He wanted to cum - to pretend he was
spurting all over the kid in the picture. "God ... fuck me, baby," he said
hoarsely, squeezing at his prick as he thought an asshole would. "I'm gonna
shoot all over your guts!"
 
"Wow ... shake it, baby," he murmured to the man, imagining his cock buried
in the convulsing asshole. "Give me a ride!" He thrust wildly into his
hand. He could feel his balls tightening and lifting, and knew he couldn't
hold off any longer. The other pictures would have to wait. He jacked off
furiously, his eyes glued to the lustful twosome, his mind whirling with
the stimulus he'd received. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I'm cumming ... fuck it
baby ... I'm gonna shoot! I'm cummingggg!!"

His young cock began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking from
the head in an endless stream, gushing through his hand, landing on the
pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread. Jason couldn't remember ever
cumming so much - it seemed like it would never end. Unbidden, a picture of
his naked uncle flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his tortured
balls giving up the last burst of sperm. "Oh, oh, god!" he mumbled, turning
over, rolling toward the edge of the bed.


And then he saw him.

Uncle Tom!

Standing in the doorway.

Eyes fixed on his spurting cock!

"Uncle Tom!" he gasped in horror. Of all the things he'd imagined, he'd
never thought of his uncle catching him jacking off.

"Oh no!" He stared at him in abject amazement. He couldn't think what to do
next. It was perfectly obvious what he'd been doing - there was no way to
hide his cum-smeared young hard-on and the assortment of pictures.

Jason wondered how long Tom had been standing there. Had he actually seen
him cum? Through the embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware
of a twinge of lust at the thought of his handsome uncle watching him jack
off.

"It's okay, Jason, ... nothing to be ashamed of," Tom said. "I'm sorry - I
knocked. I thought you said come in. It's perfectly normal. I just didn't
realize you were growing up so fast."

Tom smiled at his nephew, keeping his own emotions well hidden. For what he
felt was not 'unclish' at all - he was suffused with sudden lust! He had
knocked at the boy's door - true -but he'd heard the boy's voice crying out
lewd words, accompanied by grunts and moans. He hadn't been able to resist
opening the door quietly, driven by curiosity and something else he
couldn't name.

And he'd seen his nephew, his hand wrapped around his prick, jerking off as
he writhed on the bed, eyes fixed on a picture he held in his other
hand. Once again he'd been remained how good-looking the boy was, the flush
across his tanned ivory skin adding to what could only be described as
'beautiful'.

"What I'm feeling is perverted - wrong -immoral," he thought to
himself. "No uncle should think this way about his nephew. It's impossible
... I must be insane!" He drew his robe closely around him, as if he could
shut away his depraved desires, but he couldn't shut out the image of the
cum-spurting child so easily.

"Don't worry about it, Jason. I won't come in your room and disturb you
again. Please, don't worry. We'll forget about the whole episode. I'm going
to get dressed for supper now. Pizza okay? Remember, nuthin' beats a
pizza." He smiled brightly at his nephew and backed out of the room,
closing the door gently behind him, thinking "Yeh, nuthin' beats a pizza
except maybe making love to you, Jason boy."

Jason sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in turmoil. He hadn't
believed it when his uncle had walked in on him. He still didn't in
fact. But he'd been real nice about it. He hadn't seemed too shocked or
anything. Jason blushed again. He didn't see how he could look him in the
face again after what he'd seen! And if he knew he'd been thinking about
his when he came ... Jason winced.

Still, Uncle Tom hadn't seemed horrified. In fact his expression had
reminded him of someone. He thought a minute, then his eyes lit on the
first picture, the one with the big blond, his face glazed with lust.

He stared at the picture wondering how it could remind him of his uncle as
he had stood in the doorway, then shrugged. He'd do what Tom'd suggested -
forget the whole thing, pretend it had never happened. But maybe it
wouldn't be a bad idea to get one of his buddies to spend break with him.

And he had someone special in mind.

Jason clattered down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. "Okay,
uncle, ready to go!" he sang out.

"Hey, uncle, would it be all right if I called up Declan Robson and asked
him to spend break with us? He doesn't have anywhere to go. He's still at
boarding school. His parents are in Europe. I told him I'd ask you and he
could fly out this weekend if it was okay with you."

"Sure thing," Tom answered, aware of a pang of unexpected disappointment at
not having his nephew to himself. "Call him right away ... tell him I'd be
glad to have him visit!" He smiled at Jason lovingly, wishing he could see
him without visualizing his young cock spurting his hot, tasty-looking
cream.

"Oh, it's not that, uncle! You're sure not old. I mean, it's just I
promised Declan ... that is, he's all alone, well, with his grandparents,
but that's the same thing." Jason floundered in explanation, hoping he
hadn't hurt his uncle by suggesting he didn't want to be around him.

"I understand, Jason. Why don't you call him now, and then we'll go out for
supper. I've a meeting with Mr. Hopkins tonight. Will you be all right by
yourself? I didn't know you were coming home. I can break the date if you'd
rather have me stay."

"Oh no. I mean ... I'll be fine. Got some reading to do." They both blushed
at the implications of the last remark.

"I guess so. You're a big boy now, after all," Tom looked at his nephew;
they both flushed and looked away as they remembered what a big boy he
was. If Jason had a lot of his mother's looks, he definitely had his dad's
big dick.

No, not a boy. He's an adolescent now. Why did this thought hurt? His own
age? Life slipping away from him. Was this why he peddled that damned
bicycle mile after tortuous mile? To somehow, some way, hold on to his
youth?

Jason felt better now. He'd gone to bed early the night before, and hadn't
even heard his uncle return from his date. Declan would be here in a couple
of days. He fixed himself a bowl of cereal and consumed it
methodically. His uncle was still asleep upstairs, and he'd no wish to see
him yet anyway. He figured he'd take a swim after breakfast.

Tom strolled into the kitchen.

"Hi, Jason," he smiled. "Want anything else to eat?"

"No, that's okay."

"I'm gonna take a swim. See ya!" The boy jumped up from the table and
rushed from the room, leaving his cereal unfinished.

Tom stared after him. The sight of his nephew hadn't aroused him too
much. Relieved, he pushed his hair back and fixed himself a cup of
coffee. He drank his coffee slowly, thinking, "I don't know what came over
me yesterday, but it'll never happen again. I think I'll even take a swim
with Jason, to show it was all nonsense! I must have imagined all those
things. I couldn't seriously want to molest own my nephew!" He laughed at
his fantasies, secure now that he would soon have a way out of his
difficulties.

Jason bounded down the stairs dressed in his bathing trunks. He could see
his uncle in the kitchen, drinking his coffee. He breathed a sigh of relief
as Tom rinsed out his cup and disappeared upstairs. Just seeing his uncle
gave him that beginnings of a serious hard-on.

The boy swam vigorously, determined to live up to the image he imagined his
uncle had of him. As he began his fifth lap, he looked up and saw his uncle
approaching the pool. He had on a white bathing suit, different from
yesterday's, but no less revealing, the outline of his cock pressing
semi-tumescent against the thin shiny fabric.

"Oh, wow!" Jason thought wildly, staring. He looked a hundred times better
than any of the guys in the pictures. And he was here. Right in front of
him. He took a deep breath and dove under water, trying to ignore the
involuntary hardening of his prick. He swam under the water with bursting
ears and tight loins, wondering miserably how the hell he was going to get
out of the pool with a hard-on. Finally he surfaced and regarded Tom warily
from the far side of the pool.

"Don't mind me joining you?" Tom called cheerfully.

"Oh no, uncle, fine," Jason replied treading water trying to keep the lower
part of his body turned away from him. It was under water, but the pool was
crystal clear, and his pulsing erection could plainly be seen.

Tom dove cleanly into the water and surfaced shaking his head like a
puppy. "Whew! Feels good!" he cried, swimming over to his nephew. He turned
his back to Tom and inched away from him, trying not to be too obvious. The
cool water was having absolutely no effect on his erection. It throbbed
unceasingly between his legs, growing bigger by the minute.  "Wanna race?"
he croaked.

"Sure! Five laps?" said Tom. The water was soothing his jangled nerves. He
looked fondly at his nephew, wondering how he'd ever entertained such
lustful thoughts about him. "He's just a little boy," he reassured himself.

"Let's go!" He struck off, turning his head briefly to ensure Jason was
racing with him, then settled down to swimming in earnest.

As he finished the last lap, he pulled himself onto the side of the
pool. His exhilaration faded as he watched his nephew swimming slowly
toward his. His face was contorted in a grimace as he swam jerkily. He
stood up, worried. Jason was an excellent swimmer and should have beat him
hands down.

"Are you all right, Jason?" he called. "Maybe it's cramp!" he thought,
diving back into the pool and swimming to his nephew.

"I'm okay, uncle, I'm fine," Jason gasped. Tom put his arm around him as he
paddled slowly to the shallow end. "For Pete's sake!" he cried, throwing
off his arm. "I'm okay."

Tom stared at his nephew, puzzled. His glance went over him and rested on
his groin, as if drawn by a magnet. The bulge of the boy's pulsing erection
pushing out the thin material of his trunks.

"Oh, Jason," he whispered. His mind wavered. He reached out a hand and
gently touched bulge at the boy's crotch, his fingers stroking. His hand
had a will of its own. He watched dazed, as he squeezed his nephew's
cock. The scene blurred before his eyes as an electric thrill ran through
him. He caressed Jason's rock-hard erection, staring at him, his eyes
glazed, his mouth open. An itch in his asshole spread through his body,
making his legs weak and shaky.

"Uncle!" Jason cried in anguish. He didn't know what was happening. One
minute he'd been swimming painfully, impeded by his arousal, the next his
uncle was stroking him, staring at him with a dreamy expression in his
eyes.

At his voice, Tom shook himself, emerging from a dream of lust to
reality. His hand dropped, he floundered backwards in the water as he
plunged to the side. His only thought was to get out of here - away from
the scene of his betrayal. God, what am I doing? Evil - wicked - oh my
Lord! INCEST! he thought, horrified. He left his nephew without a word,
stumbling from the pool, racing upstairs.

Jason just stood there. "Uncle Tom, come back," he called forlornly.

Somehow he had to comfort him - to let him know it was all right. He'd
never seen such a look of terror on anyone's face before. He jumped out of
the pool and ran after Tom - too late. He heard the car roar off outside
and slumped against the front door, oblivious of his wetness. His prick
still throbbed. It wanted back the hand that had stroked it so lovingly.

He shook his head and went back inside. He wanted desperately to be a child
again. He didn't know what he was going to say to his uncle, or do about
this situation, but he did know he'd grown a lot older in the last half
hour. Grown hard from the touch of his uncle's hand! For the next couple of
days man and boy kept themselves so busy, they hardly spent time alone
together.

"Hi. It's Declan Robson, isn't it?" Tom said, guessing the handsome kid in
the hall must be Jason's friend from England. He was an exceptionally
good-looking boy, well-built, with green eyes Tom had only seen on a cat
before.

"Where's Jason?" he asked as casually as he could.

"Uh, he went to the store, Mr. Jensen," the boy replied. "I'm expecting a
call from London, so I stayed here. Jason said to tell you he'd be back in
an hour or so."

"Well, that's fine, Declan. Just make yourself at home. I'm going to
freshen up a bit."

"Sure, nice to meetcha," the boy said hurriedly. They were face to face at
the bottom of the stairs and he turned sideways to let Tom go by,
flattening against the wall.

"Ah, I'll just go outside and take a swim if it's all right," Declan said,
not looking at Tom as he sidled by.

Tom stood stock still, not believing the flash of lust that swept his body
at the involuntary contact.

"My God," he thought, "you're nothing but a perverted .... This boy is
younger than Jason! And you promised not to have anything to do with him!"

He took a deep breath and walked upstairs, not looking back. If he had, he
would have seen his nephew's friend still standing at the foot of the
stairs, his eyes glued to the sway of his buttocks.

"Holy cow! Declan thought. Jason didn't tell me his uncle looked like that!
He's the spitting image of Brad Pitt!"

Declan followed Tom with his eyes. He heard the door slam upstairs and
turned away sighing, knowing he wouldn't see any more for a while. He went
out to the pool, trying to put the sight out of his mind, trying to forget
the sexy sway of those chino-covered buttocks. His cock was stirring in his
trunks, and he sighed loudly, wishing he were older and could get into
those white pants. I wouldn't have a chance he told himself. He wouldn't
even think about a kid like me. He dove into the pool, his prick hardening
as he hit the water.

Tom was taking a shower, letting the hot water wash away the cares of the
day, and watching it flow over his semi-tumescent prick.

"That should do it," he sighed silently, wrapping himself in a huge
towel. "I shouldn't want any sex for a while!" He'd conveniently forgotten
his reaction to Declan's involuntary touch. He threw a robe around himself
and padded downstairs to the kitchen, taking a cold drink and sipping it
reflectively. He was hungry too, he decided, and made himself a sandwich.

He munched thoughtfully, looking out the window to the pool. He could see
Jason's friend vigorously swimming back and forth, and he smiled to himself
at his innocent fun. His smile changed to a gasp as the boy climbed from
the pool. He was stark naked, having discarded his trunks; his cock stood
straight up like a sword rising from the base of his belly. He clutched the
windowsill with both hands, feeling a tide of warmth envelop his stomach at
the sight of the lad's cock.

"Oh no," he whispered to himself. "Not again ... not now!" But his body
continued to burn inflamed by the sight of an erect dick. He pressed his
legs together, trying to stop the tormenting itch, but knew it was no
use. Once he was in the grip of lust he was no longer responsible for his
actions. As if in a dream, he watched the boy as he lay back on the patio,
his erection glistening in the sun. As Tom watched, Declan surrounded it
with both hands and began to jerk it slowly.

"How can he? Right here in my house! How does he know I won't come
downstairs?" he asked himself wildly, his lips parting as if to drink in
the sexy scene. His hand slipped under his robe and he stroked his moist
asshole, sliding his finger into his groove and tickling the anal lips.

"No, this is wrong. He's a kid ... he's too innocent to know what he's
doing," he told himself, already walking outside, the ache in his rectum
drawing him to the boy like a magnet. He stood above him, staring down,
unconsciously licking his lips. Declan didn't see him. He was intent on
what he was doing, rubbing his distended prick between his fingers, a half
smile on his tender lips.

"Ah," Tom breathed involuntarily. Declan heard him and looked up,
consternation crossing his features.

"Mr. Jensen!" he cried, covering himself with his hands.

"No, don't stop," Jason's uncle commanded.

"Have you ...have you ever seen an asshole before, Declan?" Tom asked, his
voice hoarse. He felt an electric thrill of excitement at exposing himself
to the boy, his eyes glazing with desire.

"No ... no, sir, just in pictures," the boy stuttered. "Can I ...?" He
stopped. "He's probably just teasing me," he thought. "If I do anything
he'll kick me out." Declan was confused. He'd never heard of a man doing
things like this one was doing. Tom knelt beside him, his prick dangling in
the boy's face.

"Would you like to touch me?" Tom whispered to the naked boy whose
throbbing erection showed his attentions were not at all unwelcome.

"Yes. Yes, please," Declan said boldly, burning his bridges. He wanted to
feel this man up. He didn't care what happened to him afterwards. He wasn't
going to miss this opportunity to touch a real live man. He stretched out
one hand and ran it over the curved surface of the powerful, hairless
chest.

"Squeeze the nipples. Tweak them in your fingers," Tom whispered to the
boy. He complied, and he groaned at the fire that ran through his veins.

"Suck them, honey, kiss my nipples. You'll like that, baby ... sucking my
tits." He moaned as the boy's lips clamped on his turgid nipple and drew it
into his hot mouth. He sucked wildly, bobbing his head back and forth
between his pectoral muscles, laving the nipples with his raspy tongue. Tom
shivered and leaned back, no longer caring if it were wrong or not.

"It's my duty," he thought in confusion. "Teach him about sex - no one will
know - I'll make sure he doesn't tell Jason. Oh, God. I'm evil and
perverted but I've to have it. I want him to stick his finger up me and
bring me off. I want his dick in me."

"Declan, look at my asshole, Declan," he commanded. The boy stopped sucking
Tom's nipples which stood straight up, cooled by the sucking they had had
but craving more. Tom held his muscled thighs open with his hands and
directed Declan's gaze to the pit of pleasure.

"That's my anus... Why don't you stick your finger in it and see how it
feels? You'll like it." He squirmed on the patio floor, raising his hips so
Declan could see him fully exposed.

"Golly - it's all gooey!" Declan said. He was kneeling forward and peering
up into Tom's dark centre with the greatest concentration. His forefinger
stroked along the puckered lips and diddled the ring. It seemed to snap and
clutch at him as if it had a life of its own.

"That means I want you - it means my asshole wants to be filled up," Tom
wheezed. He didn't know if he were explaining it right or not. His body was
on fire; he had to have something in his asshole. "Put your finger in!" he
snapped suddenly. "Don't be afraid - it won't bite! Shove your finger into
my asshole, Declan!"

The boy hesitated and Tom grasped his wrist and pushed his finger into him,
sighing. "There! Now pull it in and out, twist it around in there!"

Declan felt the squishy flesh engulf his finger. It seemed to be sucking at
him! With more enthusiasm he pumped his finger in and out, watching it
disappear into the brown hole. "That's where I put my thing, isn't it,
Mr. Jensen?" he asked innocently. "In there?" Tom grunted. The boy slipped
a second finger alongside the first, and penetrated the man ruthlessly. He
began fucking motions with his fingers, eriving them into the hilt,
withdrawing, then driving home again. The faster he fucked, the easier it
became, as if the hole was lubricating itself. The smell of shit and sweat
was pungent but not disgusting, and Declan found himself sniffing at the
orifice like a dog in heat.

"Yeh, sweetheart ... your cock. That's where you put your cock -in my
asshole," Tom muttered, his hips twisting on the fingers. Corrupting a
minor had ceased to bother him. Now it turned him on! He thought of himself
as a muscular spider, luring young boys into the web of his lust, and the
perverted thought made him groan with desire. "Go on, Declan, put it
in. Put your cock in my asshole! And then you can fuck me."

Declan knelt between his thighs uncertainly. He knew what to do. His
brothers had told him, and the boys at school had joked about it, and he'd
seen pictures. But actually doing it was far different! He held his cock in
his hand, pointed it at the ring of Jason's uncle's hole and gave a few
tentative pokes. "I - would you help me? I'm not sure ... I've never done
this before," he said miserably.

"Oh, darling ... here, I'll help you," Tom said with a friendly squeeze. He
reached out, guiding Declan's dick to his steamy hole. "Just put it where
your finger was, push hard till you're in, then move it back and forth like
you did your fingers," he crooned, incredibly turned on by the thought of
taking on a virgin. He held himself in check, not wanting to scare him with
a thrashing display of lust. "Let him get in first," he told himself,
opening his hole for him with one hand while guiding the boy's throbbing
cock with the other.

"Shit, holy shit," Declan groaned as the head of his cock slipped into his
asshole. The hot asshole lips grasped his cock, drawing him into the
hole. With a grunt he thrust forward, his hips taking the sexual motion as
second nature. He sliced into his hot asshole, cleaving his passageway
until he felt his balls smash against the guy's ass, then drew it out again
and pushed it forward. In and out. In and out.

"I'm fucking!" he yelled. "I'm doing it! I'm fucking your asshole!"

Declan could feel his cum trying to flood the tube of his cock and
resolutely restrained himself. He knew guys didn't want a guy to cum
immediately. They wanted to ride the dick for a while. And he wanted to
keep Mr. Jensen happy. This was a thousand times better than jacking off,
and he wanted to do again - and again! And he knew he could make him mad by
cumming too soon, and he might not want to do it anymore!

"That's it!" Tom called encouragingly. He allowed his hips to go with his
motion, adding a twist or two along the way. He figured he was probably
having trouble controlling himself, and he wanted to help him out as much
as he could. He bucked his hips up to Declan and rolled with him, feeling
his cock zip in and out of his hole. The stimulation was terrific - he was
almost cumming just from the perversity of seducing such a young boy. "Fuck
me, Declan!" he called. "Give it to me hard!"

Declan grunted with the effort not to cum. His hands were clamped on Tom's
hips, using them as handles, and he flailed back and forth between his hot
thighs. He could feel the asshole clasping and unclasping around his cock,
and suddenly it grabbed him really hard, squeezing him unmercifully. He
felt his cum rising and knew there was nothing he could do about it.

"I'm cumming!" he sobbed, pounding into the asshole. He felt Tom start to
shake under him and wondered if he were having a fit, but his mind was
blocked by the roar of orgasm. His tight little balls lifted and blew,
shooting his thick young semen into the spasming hole. He felt like it was
gushing out of his guts. He couldn't remember cumming like this when he
jacked off! "Oh ... what's happening? It won't stop, ohhh!" Declan fell
against Tom, his hips still pumping weakly as he shot wad after wad into
Jason's uncle.

Tom was still shaking from his first real boy fuck. He knew if Declan had
been more experienced he could have brought him off several more times, but
he wouldn't trade this tide of virgin cum for the world! He shivered as he
felt the hot little jets splattering into his asshole, clinging to the
slick walls like hot grease, filling him to the brim. He put his arms
around the boy as he collapsed on his chest, smoothing his hair, running
his hands lasciviously over his slim young hips.

"Mine..." he thought greedily. "I've his first cum in a man. It's in me
now, I can feel it sloshing in my asshole." He squeezed his asshole
together, trying to hold the boy's cock in, but it slipped out with a plop,
trailing a stream of semen.

"Oh, Mr. Jensen! Wow - it was great!" Declan mumbled into his neck. He was
drained but happy! It was his first, and he thought he'd had the best fuck
in the world. How it could be any better he couldn't imagine - unless it
was with Jason.

Tom lay back. His asshole was still burning. He needed a lot more. But he
didn't want to force the boy. He wanted him to rest and think about his
first fuck for a minute before he tried again. He slid out from under him
and headed for the pool. As he slipped into the cool water, some measure of
sanity returned. He looked back at the boy and noticed how young he was,
and it horrified him now instead of exciting him.

"God! What have I done!?" he murmured, diving under the water. "He'll tell
Jason. Oh, Lord, I've got to put a stop to this right now!" The cool water
entered asshole, washing out the thick sperm and refreshing his hot
insides, diminishing his desires. He could still feel his lust coiled in
the pit of his stomach, ready to spring, but it was quiet now, and he
intended to take advantage of the fact. He swam to the side of the pool and
got out quickly, skirting the boy.

"I'll see you later, Declan," he murmured. "Now don't tell Jason or
anybody. I've got some things to do. You guys go out for a pizza or
something. I'll leave you some money. It was really wonderful ... but don't
tell anybody!" He looked at him fiercely, trying to impress the importance
of this on his mind.

"Oh, I won't, not even Jason! I guess you wouldn't want him to know!"
Declan laughed a little. "But you'll let me play with you some more, fuck
you again, won't you?." He looked at the man wistfully as Tom's heart leapt
in relief.

It was late that night. Tom had dressed and gone out - and stayed out,
sitting at one gay bar after another, not wanting to go home. Several men
tried to pick him up, but he was repelled by their leering faces and
sagging bodies and waved them away in disgust. Finally he couldn't stand it
anymore, and returned home.

"The boys will be asleep by now," he told himself as he let himself in
quietly and mounted the stairs. "I'll get up early in the morning and stay
away until I'm sure they're gone. If I can just have some time to myself, I
know I'll solve this. I'll get married, see a psychiatrist -something. But
I can't think if I've to see them. I want them too much! Oh God - I'm
abnormal ... nobody else feels like this. I've never heard of any uncle
lusting after his nephew, except in books. And this is real ... too real."
He went into his room and shut the door quietly, noticing there was no
light under Jason's door.

He turned down the bed, slipped out of his clothes and into shorts,
preparing to don a robe to go to the bathroom when he heard the doorknob
turn. His heart stopped. A dark figure slipped into the room and stood
facing him.

"Mr. Jensen. It's me Declan," a small voice whispered. "I was afraid you
weren't gonna come home - and I wouldn't see ya again, like you promised."
There was a hint of petulance in the boy's tone.

"Declan - ssshhh!" Tom whispered frantically. "Jason?"

"Dead to the fuckin' world," Declan said complacently. He walked up to Tom,
his eyes adjusting to the dark, and ran his hands over his hips boldly.

"No! No, go away," Tom muttered, wrenching free. "You mustn't!"

"Why not? We did this afternoon," Declan said reasonably. "I've got some
things I want to try. I was looking at some pictures." His lust was
betrayed by a smirk that spread across his face. The boy knew what he
wanted, and he was determined to have it, whatever the cost - to Tom
Jensen.

Tom groaned. "Declan, I got carried away," he said earnestly. "You have to
forget about this afternoon. Believe me, it's best. You're too young for
me. It's all wrong."

"You didn't think so before," Declan persisted. He sounded like he was
about to cry, and Tom's heart melted.

"No, no, Declan. I enjoyed it, really."

"Then why can't we do it some more?" Declan burst out. "You said we
would. I stayed up waiting for you! You've just gotta help me ... my cock's
so hard it hurts, Mr. Jensen, really, it does. It's been hard all night and
I've gotta -" Declan babbled incoherently, his head buried in Tom's
stomach. Hot breath fanned against his skin, and his nerves crawled. He
didn't know what to do, he was determined not to have sex with the boy
again, but Declan was so unhappy. If he turned him down he'd think it was
because of the size of his cock. He might be scarred for life! Besides, his
insides were melting with longing to touch him just one more time.

"All right, ssshhh. We have to be very quiet. But this is the last time,
you hear me? And you must never tell a living soul!"

Declan nodded happily and followed him to the bed. He was willing to agree
to anything to get into his asshole again. He turned on the bedside lamp
and stretched langorously in the dim glow, his body showing in sharp
relief.

"What is it you wanted to try?" Tom asked, spreading his legs lewdly so the
boy could see his asshole. "Would you like to put your prick in my mouth
and have me suck it for you? Then when it's hard and hot you can shove it
up my hole."

Declan nodded dumbly. He was mesmerized by the dark spot between Tom's
buttocks, his hands drawn to it like a magnet. He thrust his hand between
the guy's legs and stuck his finger up, whirling it around in the sticky
softness. "Sit on the bed," the boy muttered hoarsely. "And I'll put myself
in your mouth."

Tom complied, sitting on the edge of the bed and licking his lips, looking
at his cock avidly. "If you like," he whispered. "You can kiss me down
there, too. Boys really love to do that, kiss a guy's asshole while he
sucks their cock! Why don't you try it?" He squirmed in anticipation,
wondering if he could get the boy to eat him. He knew there was often an
initial resistance to the act.

Declan looked at his doubtfully. He didn't particularly want to stick his
face there - but, if it'd keep Tom happy, and get his mouth on his cock
... He stretched out beside him, his face next to his cheeks and carefully
opened the asshole with his fingers, looking into the depths. Now that he
was here, he grew excited at the notion of sucking it.

"Kiss it, darling!" Tom cried, squirming his hips. He felt if he didn't do
something soon he'd go crazy.

Declan looked at the little lips close up; it looked like a mouth! He
pursed his lips and advanced his mouth to the asshole. He could feel his
hot breath on the hot flesh - closer, closer, his tongue stuck out like a
snake and darted into the hot hairy hole. Tom moaned. The feeling was
fantastic! The tentative touch of the boy's tongue was really turning him
on. Declan stuck it in there, sliding it up and down the groove, opening
his asshole with his fingers.

"That's it! Lick my hole! Stick your tongue in my slit! Yes! Yes! Oh God,
I'm going insane. Lick it in and out, honey!" Tom moaned, trembling under
the boy's tongue. He was getting into it now, plunging his tongue into his
depths like a miniature cock, tongue-fucking his furiously. "Now suck! Suck
it all into your mouth!" Tom instructed, looking down past his breasts,
watching the boy's dark head dip between his ass cheeks.

"Oh God!" Tom screamed, muffling his voice in the pillow. Incredible
flashes of feeling shot through him as the boy sucked his anus. Then he
felt him raise his head. "Don't stop!" he hissed in panic. "Please
... that's great, do it some more and I'll let you shoot your load in my
mouth!"

Declan raised his swollen lips from Tom and said calmly, "Would you take my
cock in your mouth now, Mr. Jensen? I'll suck you good if you will." As if
to demonstrate, he lowered his head again and rasped his tongue over the
puckered flesh.

"Oh, oh yes, I'm sorry, I forgot," Tom bubbled, reaching for the lad's
four-inch cock. As his hand enfolded it lovingly, he wondered how he could
have possibly forgotten it. It was so smooth, so excited, with the veins
pulsing with excitement. He formed his lips into an O and slipped them over
the head, sucking gently on the mushroom cap, licking the exposed nerves
under the edge of the cap. Slowly, he sucked the whole shaft into his
mouth, right down to the balls.

As his nose buried itself in the boy's pubic hair, he sniffled deeply,
inhaling the musky odour of sex, and gently cupped his balls in his
hand. Pulling him atop him, he positioned his lips so he could fuck down
into his mouth, using it like a asshole. He felt Declan's cock hit the back
of his throat, tickling his palate, and he loosened his throat muscles to
let him enter his throat itself.

Declan had kept almost still as his cock sank into the warm cavern of Tom's
mouth. It was an entirely new sensation. He could feel his teeth scraping
gently at his flesh as his lips pulled him in. He moaned and fucked down
into his wet mouth, feeling the softness of his throat give way under his
thrust.

Tom's hand was under his balls, squeezing gently, probing the sensitive
area at the base of his prick. And one finger was curved up the crack of
his ass, probing. He felt the scratch of his fingernail as he found his
youthful bum hole and pressed. His flesh resisted, then gave way and his
finger shot into his rear, massaging his prostate.

Tom's cheeks caved in as he sucked the boy's cock. He was in the throes of
orgasm now, his asshole spasming and gushing, his skin crawling as his
muscles rippled and knotted with cumming. He sucked avidly at the dick in
his mouth, wriggling his finger in the little asshole, prodding him to
cum. He wanted to taste his youthful semen - he wanted to feel it gushing
down his throat.

Declan tensed. His marble-shaped balls lifted and hardened, then collapsed,
shooting a gush of sperm through his jerking cock into Tom's mouth. The
finger in his asshole was like a red hot wand, stirring his prostate,
massaging the back of his prick, forcing him to cum. He twisted into his
face and lay still, screwing his cock in one final turn as his cum burst
from the head, filling his mouth.

Tom cleaned his cock lovingly, licking off the delicious sperm. It seemed
to him the sweetest drink he'd ever had, this boy's thick semen. He could
feel the boy's mouth still sucking gently at his dripping asshole,
performing the same service for him. He raised his head finally, letting
his prick slide from his mouth, smiling at him.

"Are you ready now?" Declan asked, eyeing Tom speculatively.

"Ready for what?" Tom asked nervously.

"Well, you said you'd do anything I wanted, didn't you?" he asked, smiling
at him innocently.

"Oh yes, darling, what is it you want?" he smiled at him, wondering what
such an inexperienced boy could know about sex.

"I saw some pictures," he started hesitantly. "Jason has them. Well, there
was one I really liked. There was this guy, young guy, and he - well, he
was sticking this thing up a guy's - you know - up his asshole, and this
guy was doing it in his rear. I'd really like that, Mr. Jensen! Really I
would! I promise I won't hurt you. It's just to try it, please."

"Why don't you just put your cock in my asshole, honey," he said
soothingly.

"No!" the boy said stubbornly. "I want to see you put something like a - I
dunno - a cucumber or a bottle or something up there. If you don't let me,
I'll tell Jason!" He stared at him commandingly, then collapsed. "It'll be
okay, really it will. The guy in the picture looked like he really liked
it."

Tom sighed, lying back on his bed. Really, it was amazing how quickly the
boy had learned to manipulate him, he mused. He knew he'd do anything not
to have Jason find out.

"Okay, Declan, whatever you want. What do you want to use?" He looked at
him narrowly, hoping he didn't really have anything ready. He grinned back
and slid off the bed.

"Wait here," he said. "I'll be right back."

"Careful," he hissed. "Jason ..." But he was gone. He rolled over on his
stomach, deeply ashamed about the whole scene, but at a loss to know how to
get out of it now. To his amazement, he was actually excited at the
prospect of being fucked with something weird. He thought of a bottle and
shivered, hoping it wouldn't be that big. Declan returned, triumphantly
waving a long salami.

"Got it!" he whispered. "I found this earlier tonight when I was waiting
for you!" He handed it to Tom and looked at him expectantly, his young eyes
shining with lust. "Well, go on, screw yourself with it!"

Tom took the salami in his hands and stared at it. It was fairly long and
thick, about twice the size of a grown guy's prick. He looked at him
pleadingly. Really, this was the limit -fucking with a salami while this
boy watched, waiting to be excited. He held his cock in his hands,
obviously planning to jerk off. "Go on, Mr. Jensen! Stick that salami in
your asshole! I wanna see it!"

Tom sighed and fitted the salami between his legs, probing for the opening
to his asshole. The end fitted nicely into his opening and he pressed
firmly, forcing it into himself.

"Open your legs more," the boy insisted, bending closer. "I wanna watch it
go in."

Tom opened his legs obediently, offering a good view of his hole. His anal
ring was stretched wide around the salami, which looked like a disembodied
red prick gaining admittance. He raised his hips and slid it in, noticing
his insides were sopping wet. "Wet for a salami," he thought in
disgust. "I'm really sunk now. I'll fuck anything." Really it didn't feel
too bad. The rough coating was scraping his insides in a pleasing
fashion. With a twist of the wrist he sent the whole salami inside him and
took his hand away, showing the boy it was all inside.

"Wow," Declan breathed, his hand moving fast on his cock.

"Better than the picture. It's all inside. Jeez! Turn over on your hands
and knees, Mr. Jensen." He knelt between his legs and peered through
them. His asshole lips were distended several inches, holding the salami
firmly inside. The curious boy positioned himself behind Tom and felt for
the end of it, getting a firm grip and running it in and out of the
distended anus.

Tom groaned in excitement and humiliation. Here he was on his hands and
knees, with a boy pounding a sausage into him from behind - and he loved
it! There was no doubt he loved it! His asshole snapped hungrily at the
salami, drawing it inside him, filling his asshole passageway. He could
hear the boy's heavy breathing behind him as he fucked his ass brutally
with the surrogate prick.

Suddenly the salami was gone! Wrenched out ruthlessly! Then he felt the
boy's stiff cock probing at the ass entrance. With a lunge, Declan was
buried in Tom's shithole! Fire rippled along his nerves and he moaned
louder, forgetting his nephew down the hall.

"Fuck my ass ... fuck my asshole ... oh, oh, oh, slam it in there," he
babbled, twisting his ass against him, feeling Declan's balls slap his
butt.

Declan sighed. His cock felt like it was in a hot vise - much tighter than
he expected, much dryer, much hotter. It was so hot he thought his prick
might melt in there! He jabbed in and out, muttering "Oh, it's so hot! So
good!" thrusting into the creamy ass. He was having trouble keeping his
balance, his own ass was churning so, but he valiantly fucked on till he
felt his orgasm coming. He shuddered and shot his load into Tom's his
bowels, filling his ass with thick cum suds.

"Oh ... I'M CUMMMING!!!" he screeched, forgetting everything but the
fantastic sensation of cumming in an ass for the first time in his thirteen
years on the planet. Tom's own cock began to spurt, shooting off gobs of
liquid that landed several feet away! Man and boy were totally out of
control; totally immersed in their own sensations.

And the light came on!

"What's going on! Uncle Tom! Declan!" Jason cried in anguish, staring at
the scene on the bed.

Declan stared at his friend with blank eyes. His cock slipped out of Tom's
asshole with a plop and lay along his leg. He looked dully at it. It was
limp with a string of semen still hanging from the head. "Uh, Jam - "

"Get out of here, Declan. You fucked my uncle!" Jason screamed wildly,
clenching his fists. He was aware of a wild surge of rage and jealousy. He
hadn't pulled away from Declan leaving him with an aching erection like he
had with him!

"Fuck off!"

Declan slid off the bed hurriedly, keeping his eyes away from the recumbent
figure of Mr. Jensen. He was lying perfectly still, his head pressed into
the pillows. He noticed something beside him. The salami! Guiltily he
sidled out of the room, keeping away from Jason.

"Well, uncle?" Jason asked, a sneering note in his voice. "Turn over and
look at me! Can't I even look? Declan got to touch - touch, hell! He fucked
you!" Jason advanced on him, his fists balled up.

"Jason ... I can explain. Let me tell you -" Tom babbled.

"Explain what!? That you are a whore? Jesus ... look at you!" he said in
disgust. "You just fuck kids? Is that it? Well ... move your hands. I wanna
look at what everybody else fucks!" He grabbed his hands and moved them
away He remembered when Tom'd watched him jack off, when he'd touched him
in the pool and left him aching. He hadn't left anyone else in that
state. Just him. It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair. His sister was a
fucking lesbian; he himself was gay; and his uncle was into boys - what a
fucking crazy mixed up world!

"Jason," Tom whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never been
like this before. The last few days have been a nightmare. I can't control
myself, I even touched you, my own nephew! And that's evil." He looked at
him earnestly, willing him to understand. He had to understand. He felt
like his heart was breaking. His little boy - his nephew - looking at him
with hate in his eyes. He moaned softly and he began to entice him in the
only way he knew, with his body. He wanted to show him how it was, how it
was to want sex so bad it hurt. That you'd do anything to ease that pain.

"I've to have it, Jason."

"But with kids! Kids my age! Why not me? Why not? You've probably fucked
every kid in town, probably, why can't I get it, too? Don't you like my
cock? Isn't it big enough for you? It's bigger than Declan's! I saw you
looking at it before, well, you can have it now!" Jason squealed in a high
voice. He held his dick like a weapon, pointing it at his uncle.

"Here, suck it like you did him! You're gonna do everything with me you did
with him, then I'm gonna leave you and never come back!" He advanced on
Tom, pointing his cock at his mouth. "Open your mouth and suck my cock,
whore!" he shouted grabbing Tom by the hair. "You love it so much ... go
on, then! Suck your nephew's dick!"

"Oh, Jason ... don't let it be like this. Don't hate me," Tom mumbled. His
voice was choked off as Jason rammed his prick into his mouth choking
him. His nose was buried in his sparse hair, his nostrils full of the scent
of him. He gagged and coughed, then clamped on his cock. If he wanted it,
he'd give it a good sucking! He wanted him to know how sex was, well, this
was his chance! He sucked deeply on the boy's cock, running his tongue
around the head, drawing him into his mouth, yielding before him and taking
him in.

Jason gasped as his prick sank into his uncle's mouth. It was a wonderful
feeling. His tongue hit all the most sensitive spots and made his blood
race. He hadn't imagined it would be this good, looking at the pictures and
hearing the other boys talk. He'd heard quite a few stories about guys who
gave head, but the reality far surpassed any story. Tom's lips were
nibbling up and down the surface of his prick and he sucked it with an
ecstatic expression on his face, as if it were the most delicious thing in
the world! His mouth felt like a hot wet cavern, just made for sucking his
cock.
 
"Oh, suck it good," he murmured, looking at his uncle's face. He wound his
fingers in his red hair, the same colour as his, and pumped into his
mouth. Tom's teeth lightly scraped the ridges of Jason's turgid cock,
sending thrills of pleasure through him. He hunched forward, driving into
his mouth. He couldn't stop. The whole world was a sucking mouth, pulling
him into it! He twisted and turned his hips, slamming into his face, trying
to hurt his uncle, because his uncle had hurt him, sent him away to school
when he could have been loving him like this at home!

Tom sucked at his nephew's cock in delight. It seemed everything else had
just been leading up to this, this last perversity. He pulled on him
avidly, remembering how tiny his penis had been when he was a baby, and
contrasting it to its present length.

It tasted wonderful, the salty tang of his pre-cum filled his mouth,
tantalizing him, making him want to taste his hot semen on his tongue. He
cupped his hand under his balls and rolled them in their wrinkled sac,
feeling them churn like hard slick marbles in his palm.

"Oh, Uncle Tom, I'm gonna cum! I can't help it! I'm gonna cum!" Jason
grunted, pumping furiously into the open mouth. He twisted violently
against his lips, feeling his sperm foam in his balls and rise in his cock
to burst in his mouth. "I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR MOUTH!"

Tom sucked vigorously at the hot flow of his nephew's sperm, drinking from
the spurting fountain of his prick. It seemed like it would never quit. He
gulped and swallowed a bucket of frothing jism. Finally he fell back on the
pillows and Jason's cock slid from his lips. He stared at him, a strange
light in his eyes.

"That was great," he admitted, but slightly ashamed of his lust.

"Do you see how it is now? Did you want me to stop sucking you?" Tom
asked. "Could you stop yourself ... once you were fucking my mouth?"

"No, no I couldn't," Jason admitted. "No way ... It was unreal, it was like
I was just a cock and I'd to cum ..." his voice trailed off.

"Would you like to fuck me?" Tom asked, watching the boy's face. He wanted
him desperately. He wanted his nephew's cock in his ass, and he also wanted
him to experience the whole of sex. He had to show him how powerful sex was
- how the more you got, the more you wanted.

He didn't want him to think of his uncle as a whore. He wanted to show him
how great sex was and how it got control of a person. He still felt it was
wrong to fuck and suck his own nephew, but he was committed now. He
promised himself that tomorrow he'd take care of it all - tomorrow. Right
now he wanted to fuck his nephew.

"God, yeh, uncle ... I guess I've wanted to for a long time," Jason
admitted, looking at him squarely. "I was so jealous of those other guys, I
wanted to hurt you ... but now, I'd love to fuck you, if you want me to."
 
"Oh, yes, Jason, I want you to," Tom breathed. "Come up here. You can suck
my nipples if you like ... suck the nipples good, nephew, and I'll love it!
And touch my balls. Just slide your hand down there." He guided his hand to
his pubic area and opened his legs, letting him slip his fingers in.

"Gosh, our hair's the same colour down there," Jason said, laughing
nervously. He felt his uncle's asshole open invitingly under his fingers as
he probed. He sank his middle finger in to the knuckle, feeling around his
asshole, sliding it in and out of the canal. He was amazed at the pressure
the sphincter exerted on his finger. He wondered how his cock would feel in
that tight, sucking well and shivered in anticipation. His young cock was
erect again, standing straight out from his stomach in an arching curve,
out of his soft nest of reddish curls.

"It's slippery," he confided, diddling him with his fingers, smiling as he
quivered. He knew he was turning Tom on, and he was proud. His uncle was
quivering and trembling under him, wanting him to stick his cock in his
asshole. "It's all wet and squishy in there."

Thank God Declan didn't cum in my asshole, Tom thought fervently. He
wouldn't want his nephew's first fuck to be sloppy seconds! Out loud he
murmured, "That's because I want you so, darling! I love your finger in my
asshole, fucking me! Do it harder ... make me cum with your hand! That's
it! Yes, oooohhhh yes ... fingerfuck me, baby, fuck your nuncle with your
hand! Make me cum. just by fucking me up the ass."

Jason scrambled on top of his uncle. Tom raised his hips, presenting his
arse hole in a blatant invitation. Jason sank his prick between his
buttocks, searching for the wet, warm hole he'd imagined receiving him. And
then he found it. With a cry of triumph he sank in, his cock plunging into
the brown warm-chocolate hole that gripped him even tighter than his
bicycle shorts. "I'm in, uncle, I'm in your asshole!" he cried.

"Yes, oh yes, you are! Your beautiful prick is in my anus -deep - so deep -
and good - oh God! It's driving me wild!" Tom cried, wrapping his legs
around his nephew's back and rocking under him. He felt his insides melt
into a mass of sex crazed flesh, his ring stretching under his forceful
plunges. He could imagine no greater thrill than this, fucking his nephew,
receiving his sperm in his asshole! The depravity and perversity excited
him even more. He drummed his heels against his legs as he lifted and
churned beneath him, using his hole like a vise to clamp him to him. He
never wanted it to end. He wanted to go on and on in this lustful dream,
floating on a cloud of desire, his body spasming and convulsing in a
powerful orgasm.

"Fuck me, fuck me, Jason!" he cried wildly. He was smashed into the bed
with each lunge of his prick. He wished he could engulf him completely,
take his whole body back into his guts. He felt Jason's balls smashing
against the distended lips of his asshole, and he crazily tried to open
them, to pull him all inside.

"I am fucking you, uncle, I'M FUCKING YOUR ASSHOLE! It's fantastic! I love
to fuck you. OH uncle! I LOVE IT!" Jason screamed. He thrust furiously into
the sucking maw of his uncle's rectum, feeling his cock sink to the hilt in
the swampy marsh. He was swimming in a sea of asshole. He felt like he was
surrounded by it. He could smell the odour from their clashing sex orgasm
mingle with the smell of their sweat and he loved it. He loved the way his
asshole gripped his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He
could feel it to the tips of his toes. His leg muscles twitched with the
sensation. He bent forward and grabbed Tom's ass cheeks in both hands,
wrapping his fingers around the muscles globes, squeezing roughly.

Jason increased his tempo ... his balls were bursting and he knew he had to
cum soon. He pounded lustily into his uncle. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna
shoot my wad in your hole, uncle!" he warned. "I'm gonna cum all in your
hot asshole!"

"Yes, darling, cum in your uncle, let me have your sperm!" Tom
screeched. He was beside himself with lust. All he wanted to feel his
nephew's hot semen bursting inside his aching asshole. He knew it would
bring him off again. He wanted to feel it! "Cum in me, fuck me, cum, cum,"
he chanted in rhythm to his nephew's strokes.

Jason's cock zipped in and out of his asshole with increasing speed. His
lithe young hips flailed tirelessly above him, driving the shaft of his
cock into the hungry asshole. He could feel the texture of his canal change
as he rode the crest of his orgasm. It tightened as he came, then felt
loose and flabby, then tightened in an endless cycle of lust. "Here it
comes! OH GOD! HOLY SHIT! FEEL IT, uncle ... FEEL ME CUMMING IN YOU ... I'M
CUMMING..."

With a loud cry Jason fell onto Tom's body, his knees buckling as his
orgasm ripped through him. He felt like his head was blowing up. His guts
twisted as his balls burst.

"I'M BLOWING MY NUTS!" Rope after rope of semen gushed from the head of his
prick, inundating Tom's bowels with his nephew's sperm.

"Ooooh-h, yessss. I FEEL YOUR CUM! IT'S SO HOT!" Tom cried, bucking against
nephew, swallowing his prick with his spasming asshole, gripping tightly
with his legs, imprisoning him in his hot box. He didn't seem to want to
escape. He lay against him, his cock jerking weakly as the last bits of
semen oozed from the shrinking tube. He raised his head and grinned at him.

Jason looked at his uncle. Tom was lying back, relaxed, his chest rising
and falling with his deep breathing. Jason ran his hand over his nipples
lovingly.

"It was great, uncle, I never knew how wonderful it could be," he
admitted. "I think I understand it now. You just can't help yourself, can
you? And I guess just one guy isn't enough for you." He looked at his uncle
longingly, wishing he alone could satisfy his hunger, but knowing he never
could. His uncle would go on taking risks, seducing under-age boys,
lavishing gifts on them, until... until... unless...

"No, I guess not," Tom admitted.

"I bet you could go again easy," Jason continued. "If you want, well, would
you like me to get Declan in here? Maybe the two of us could keep you
happy, for a while at least." He frowned, wishing they didn't have to go
back to England at the end of the month.

Tom's heart leaped. He couldn't believe his nephew was suggesting this
solution. "You wouldn't mind?" he breathed, his body already tingling at
the thought of taking on the two boys. "Why, they can fuck me in the mouth
and asshole at the same time," he thought.

"Well, I do mind in a way," Jason admitted. "But," he got a mental picture
of himself and Declan plowing simultaneously into his uncle's trembling
body, "anything for you. I wouldn't be jealous - I know you need it!" He
grinned at this, not admitting even to himself his prime motive was a
selfish desire.

"Oh, Jason, darling, I love you! You're so understanding. Go get your
friend," Tom said excitedly. "I'd love to have you both. Of course you'll
always be first," he added comfortingly as a shadow of doubt crossed his
nephew's face.

"Okay, uncle," Jason said, jumping off the bed, bollock-naked. "Just a
second. I'll find him!" He walked out of the room, his mind full of what
they could do to Tom together, and what they could do to each other!

Tom lay back on the bed, scarcely about to breathe for excitement. Both of
them at once, doing what I want. God! he mused, his mind full of lascivious
pictures. He hugged himself in anticipation, rocking back and forth on the
bed.