Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2004 17:49:29 -0400
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: My New Best Friend 3

While we waited for Uncle Paul to get ready I had to ask Gary something.
"How did you two get started doing this?  Have you been doing it for a
long time?"

"Yeah.  I've only been fucking him for a year or so, since my dick got
big enough, but for as long as I can remember we've been doing stuff.
He used to be my babysitter and I'd stay here when my parents went away.
First off he'd let me see him with no clothes on, then we'd sleep in the
same bed and he'd let me touch his cock.  As I got older we'd play
around more and more--he's the one who first taught me how to
masturbate.  I'd jerk him off--I couldn't believe it the first time I
saw him cum.  Then later he started blowing me; the first time I ever
shot cum was in his mouth.  Then a year ago he said I was big enough to
try something new and he showed me how to fuck him.  I thought that was
the best of all and so that's what we mostly do now. "

"Why didn't you like the blowjobs?"

"It's not that I didn't like them, it's just that I like fucking better.
It's just, like, tighter around my dick or something--it just feels
cooler.  And I didn't really like blowing him because his dick's just
too big."

"Did he ever cum in your mouth?"

"Yeah, a few times.  I didn't mind that so much.  Now he mostly cums
while I'm fucking him."

Uncle Paul came back in the living room, where the movie was still
playing.  He was wearing a short blue kimono with a dragon on it; his
hard cock stuck out of the  front.  "Are you men all set?"

Gary stood up and turned off the TV.  I followed the two of them into
Uncle Paul's bedroom, butterflies in my stomach and my rock-hard dick
pointing the way.  Gary immediately began to get undressed.  He nodded
when I looked at him questioningly so I took my clothes off too.  Uncle
Paul too off the kimono and laid down on the bed, on his back.  "Are you
going to go first, Gary, so Drew can watch what you do?"

"Yeah."

"Great.  Why don't you sit here on the edge of the bed, Drew, so you can
get a good view."

I sat down.  I was so excited I'd gone beyond excitement; I was almost
calm.  I sort of knew what was going to happen but I hadn't figured out
how Gary was going to get past Uncle Paul's massive butt cheeks to get
close enough to the asshole to stick his dick in it.  I watched as Gary
knelt between his uncle's spread legs.  Uncle Paul raised his legs up
and grabbed the back of his knees, pulling them back toward his head and
spreading them even further apart.  Sure enough, his asshole was now
front and center, accessible and waiting for Gary's assault.  I'd never
seen an asshole before: I'd tried to look at my own with a hand mirror
once but hadn't been able to really see it.  I was afraid Uncle Paul's
would look gross but it wasn't so bad:  reddish-pink instead of brown,
bigger than I'd expected, with a few dark hairs around it.  I didn't
know why it glistened wetly like it did, but Gary's question explained
it.

"You put that lube stuff on, right?"

"Sure did, Champ . We're all set."

Gary moved forward until his dickhead was just touching the waiting
hole.  He leaned forward over Uncle Paul's body, bracing himself with
his left hand on the bed..  He held his dick with his right as he  began
to insert it.  I watched as Gary, with a smooth, steady forward thrust
of his hips sunk the entire length of his cock into Uncle Paul.  I
couldn't believe it was so easy.

Uncle Paul let out a low "Mmmmmmm" of satisfaction.  "Ohhh, that's so
good, Gary."  Gary didn't reply, but began to withdraw his dick part-way
and sink it back in again. I understood that this was the heart of the
whole operation, the very essence of fucking.  I had to move my head
around so I could continue  to watch as he repeated this movement over
and over with increasing speed. I could hear the slap-slap-slap of
Gary's body against Uncle Pauls thick hams.  I got up to stand behind
Gary for a different view.  His scrotum wasn't  big and loose enough to
be swinging but I could see his balls moving back and forth inside.  His
cock was smoothly keeping up its steady in-and-out.

I stood back a little for a wider view.Somehow this was even hotter than
the close-up:  Gary's little-boy body mounted on his uncle's huge frame,
pounding away with all his might, his little butt clenching and
unclenching as he thrust his boyhood relentlessly into the older man.
He looked like a feisty little Chihuahua fucking a willing Great Dane
bitch.

Uncle Paul caught my eye and gave me a smile and a wink, then turned
back to Gary, who was now breathing heavily.  Gary suddenly groaned,
gave a few strong final thrusts and stopped, collapsing onto Uncle Paul,
who rubbed up and down Gary's back and ass with his hands, murmuring
"Yeah, baby, yeah, honey, I know, I know."

Gary lay there silently, unmovng for a few moments, then jumped up and
off the bed with a sudden movement.  He turned to me,  "Your turn."

I was still nervous, but my nervousness was far outweighed by my
excitement.  My dick had been hard and twitching through the whole
performance and didn't want to wait much longer.  Having watched Gary I
felt confident that I knew what to do, that I wouldn't make a fool of
myself.  I moved into position on the bed and Uncle Paul pulled his legs
back.  He smiled at me.  "This is going to be great, Drew.  You're going
to love it.... and so am I"  I moved forward and held my dick up to
Uncle Paul's asshole.  The hole looked sloppy-wet and I realized I was
going to be fucking in Gary's cum.  That made it even more exciting.  I
pressed ahead with as smooth a motion as I could manage and my cock sunk
into Uncle Paul like a hot knife into butter.  I stopped for a moment to
appreciate the feeling.  My dick was gripped in a soft warm wet sheath,
every nerve ending stimulated by contact with Uncle Paul's insides.  I'd
never felt anything better.  I wanted somehow to get even further in and
instinct rather than intent caused me to pull back partway and push back
in.  This was it--this was fucking-- and I understood instantly its
universal appeal.  I pulled back, pushed in, pulled, pushed, faster and
faster. Twice, I think, I slipped out and had to reinsert myself but
that didn't distract me.  I built up a steady rhythm and I was loving
every millisecond.  From his encouraging words and soft groans, Uncle
Paul was loving it too. I hadn't paid much attention to his cock during
all this, just being dimly aware of its hard length filling the space
between our bodies, but he suddenly gave a sharper, louder groan and I
felt the warm splash of his cum on my belly.  That took me over the top
and I thrust as hard as I could and spurted out my own load deep into
his body.  I thought I might pass out; I didn't, but my head was
spinning.  I collapsed onto Uncle Paul just as Gary had, and he
comforted me in the same way.  His big warm hands felt good.

When I had recovered enough to get up, Uncle Paul held my head between
his hands and looked intently into my face.  "You were wonderful, Drew.
Hear me?  Wonderful."  The three of us went into the bathroom and
crammed ouselves into the shower stall, giggling and joking as we washed
ourselves and each other off. Uncle Paul dried Gary and me off with his
big soft towels, paying particular attention to the parts between our
legs, of course.  When we returned to the bedroom he told us to put just
our underpants on.  When we had, he reached inside and pulled my soft
dick out through the fly, then did the same to Gary.  He pulled his own
heavy hose out through the slit in his white (silk?) boxers.

"Why'd you do that?"

He grinned at me.  "Just for fun."

We went into the kitchen and had cold milk and Oreos.  We sat around the
kitchen table talking about whatever, school and TV and nothing much,
three ordinary friends who just happened to have their dicks sticking
out.  It seemed so irrelevant that two of us were twelve and one of us
thirty-six. After forty-five minutes or so Uncle Paul said "I don't know
about you guys, but I could go for another round." I thought for an
instant he meant milk and cookies; my dick began to get hard as I
realized he didn't.

As we went back into the bedroom Gary spoke up.  "You know, Uncle Paul,
Drews's never had a blowjob.  Maybe you'd like to do that."

Uncle Paul looked at me with a pretend look of astonishment.  "Never had
a blowjob!!  You poor deprived child!  We'll have to remedy that at
once, won't we?"

I grinned as he pulled my briefs down and sat me on the bed.  He leaned
down between my legs and with no preamble took my hard dick in his
mouth.  He bobbed his head up and down on me and I revelled in the
sensations his warm wet mouth and silky tongue delivered.  I could sort
of understand why Gary preferred fucking, but I'm not sure I agreed with
him.  I couldn't decide which one I thought was more fantastic.  After a
few minutes Uncle Paul stopped and looked up at me.  "Do you want me to
finish you off like this or would you rather fuck me again?"

I thought a minute.  "Can we do both?"

He burst into laughter.  "A man after my own heart!  We most certainly
can.  At least, I'm willing if you're up to it. And considering your
age, you probably are."

He went back to blowing me and I soon rewarded him with a few thin
spurts down his throat.  He pulled off, licking his lips and said
"Delicious!"

I sat on the edge of the bed as Gary proceeded to fuck Uncle Paul, much
like before.  Midway through he called out "Rabbit fuck!" and began to
thrust as hard and as fast as he possibly could into his uncle.  I
thought  Uncle Paul would flinch but he just smiled and said "Yay!"

After cumming in Uncle Paul's mouth I realized what he meant about me
being up to doing both, but by the time Gary was finished I was hard
again.  It was such an incredible turn-on to me to watch that little
dork fucking away like something out of a porno movie (I'd only seen
one, but I got the drift.)  For a skinny twelve-year-old, he sure fucked
like a pro.  I was more than able to fuck Uncle Paul again, and did.
They explained what "rabbit fuck" meant and I tried that too.  It was
fun, but tiring.  Uncle Paul didn't cum while I was fucking him this
time, so I jerked him off.  That was fun too.

We cleaned up again and Gary and I got ready to leave.  Uncle Paul
thanked me profusely for coming and gave me his phone number.  He said I
was welcome to come over anytime, and if Gary couldn't make it I could
call and come by myself.  I just had to be careful about what I told my
parents.

"I mean it, Drew.  Anytime.  Just call first and come on over.  I can't
wait."  He smiled.  "I hope you'll consider me your new best friend."

                           The End
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This story is, of course, completely fictional.  None of this really
happened.

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