Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 08:08:01 EDT From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Uncle Jeff and the Shrink 01 by Justin Davis (M/b/t,mast,oral, anal) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males and older males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story is no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you can e-mail them to Justin0398@aol.com Uncle Jeff and the Shrink By Justin Davis Chapter One There is a saying that all good things must come to an end, and as fate would have it, Jeffrey Allen pushed the envelope one to many times and got caught when one of the new boys, a kid of thirteen named Calvin, spilled his guts to his parents. However, none of the other boys came forward. So, with an excellent lawyer, which his wealth enabled him to retain, and no prior record, Jeffrey was sentenced to five years probation, on the condition that he move to another community, register as a sex offender, and seek psychiatric counseling, which he was forced to begin immediately. Fortunately, due to doctor/patient privilege, what Jeffrey revealed to the psychiatrist in those weekly sessions went unheard by the authorities. It is those sessions that become of interest to us now. Why, thank you, Dr. Jones, I believe I will have a cup of coffee, and like I have said before, please feel free to call me Jeff. How I felt? You mean how I felt about having sex with all those boys and young men? Remorse? Well, Dr. Jones, I can see that you desire to go a little deeper with our talks. Then again, as a psychiatrist, I can see why you might want to. No, I can't say that I felt remorseful. In fact, my only regret is that I eventually got caught. Sexual assault? Dr Jones, I can see right now that you and I have a totally different concept of what constitutes sexual assault. True, there is the legal definition. However, I can assure you, as I told you last time, that not one boy was ever forced to do anything, and, I am sure that most, if not all them, enjoyed the sex and they damn sure enjoyed the money. Am I sure? Why yes doctor I am quite positive they did. In fact, some of the boys came by two or three times a week, especially the older teens. And, as for the younger ones, well, I guess either Zach Jones or Robbie Jacobs would be typical of most of them. I tell you doctor, there is nothing more magnificent than the facial expressions of a young boy, his legs splayed wide and pushed back, as you drive your tongue deep inside his anus. In fact, the look of ecstasy is often one that should be captured on film for all time, not to mention the sounds and exclamations they make of course. "Oh yes, eat my butt Uncle Carl. Oh yeah!" Little Zach would cry out, as my tongue worked its magic. And believe me doctor, for twelve-year-olds, both Zach and Robbie were sexually active way beyond their years. Why, both would gyrate their butt like crazy and wank themselves while I ate their holes and then go absolutely into orbit when I would insert first one finger, then two, into their butt and slowly fuck them. And let me tell you, Robbie Jacobs could fuck a mouth with that four-inch pecker of his as good as any of the older boys. And when he came? Oh my! He would squeal, then literally coo and hum as he had his orgasm. You seem uncomfortable with my directness doctor. Perhaps we should change the subject until another time? No? Well, I will continue then. Of course, I think I also told you last time, that it was the younger boys that were the most uninhibited with their enjoyment and orgasms. For some reason, the older boys felt the need to be more direct about what they came by for and more masculine when they would achieve orgasm. For example, "Eat my cum!" one might holler. "Drink my fuck!" another might cry out, as he shot his load down my throat. "Swallow my load faggot!" yet another might say, as he filled my mouth with his hot, teen, goop. No, it wasn't that way with the younger boys. It was almost as if they hadn't been told or hadn't yet learned that they had to be more masculine. Truly, their gasps and squeaks and moans are burned into my brain. "Oh gosh! Mmmmmmmm!" Zach would exclaim, as I would add the second finger and begin to fuck his hole in a steady rhythm. Of course, he would momentarily furrow his brow at the intrusion; then, his face would melt into a look of pure lust. Naturally, he rarely lasted long after that. "Oh, Uncle Jeff. I am gonna cum soon. Suck it please," he would soon plead, his voice quivering with emotion. Not one to deny him his pleasure, while continuing to finger fuck him and massage his tiny prostate, I would move my head upward, slurp his three-inch prick into my mouth, and suck it while swirling the tiny head with my tongue. "Oh! Ah! Ah!" Zach would wail, and buck his hips as his climax neared. Then, he would open his mouth in a silent scream, squeal like a little girl, and then his entire body would quiver, and his prick would throb and jerk in my mouth, as he squirted his cum droplets into my mouth. It is such a beautiful memory." Oh my! I'm afraid that maybe I was a little too descriptive, doctor. You seem to be restless at the moment. We can stop now if you wish. I'm afraid, at my age; my memories do give me some small bit of pleasure. Continue on? Well yes, I guess an explanation of how it all got started might be in order. Is that okay? And, please call me Jeff, doctor. Well, it took me awhile, once I moved into the neighborhood, to not only find the right mix of horny boys, but also the first boy that I would lure into my web. Although I prefer the younger ones most of all, I made sure that I selected the most foul talking and gregarious of the older boys as my first customer. Really it took nothing more than the ruse of offering to pay the teen for some help moving some things. In fact, once I had made my initial selection it wasn't an hour before fourteen-year-old Timmy Johnson was fucking my face and blowing his load down my throat then happily going on his way counting his money and ready to spread the word. In fact, Timmy was a regular until he graduated from high school. How did I know they would spread the word? My heavens, doctor, boys have a hard time keeping a secret about anything, so I knew word would get around among the other boys and that it wouldn't be long before another, then another, would show up at my front door. Needless to say, I loved it when a new kid showed up, for both he and I knew full well why he was there. Yet, there is always the embarrassment and timidity and shuffling of feet, that is among the younger ones at least. Of course, the older boys tended to be more direct. I guess young Zach, who I mentioned earlier, was fairly typical of the younger boys when they first showed up at the door. "Well, who have we here?" I had asked as I opened the door. "Huh, I-uh, I'm Zach," he had stammered. "Well, Zach, what can I do for you?" I had asked. "Well, Uh, I, uh Robbie said I ought to come and visit yah," the kid replied, shuffling his feet. "Oh! You are a friend of Robbie's?" I had replied. "Uh yeah. Look if you are busy mister I can come back some other time." Zach had replied. "Oh, I would never be too busy for a friend of Robbie's," I had said, and stepped aside to allow the lad to enter. As it usually was the first time, especially with the younger boys, Zach trembled nervously as he stood before the couch and I removed his shorts and tee shirt. Then, as I slipped down his boxers, allowing his three-inch pecker to spring free and stand up straight, he gasped as I began to pleasure his tiny organ with my tongue. Of course, I am sure you have figured out by this time, that for me, the little buzzed-cut, blond-headed, cherub was an immediate turn on. As a matter of fact, I literally creamed my own undies as he squealed and thrashed with his first time ever orgasm from getting his dick sucked and squirted his cum droplets into my mouth. Naturally, like all the others, Zach was soon calling me Uncle Jeff, and became totally uninhibited when he came for a visit. In fact, once through the front door he would leave a trail of clothes across the floor to the couch, where he would quickly plop his naked body, splay open his legs, and present his already hard pecker for my attention. I must say, I think both he and Robbie became two of my favorites among the younger boys. The older boys? Well, as for the older boys, I guess my favorite over the years was Ramon, the sixteen-year-old Hispanic skateboarder. Ironically, it was his younger brother, twelve-year-old Reynaldo, that had told him about me and I remember the first time Fernando showed up at my apartment door like it was yesterday. I had stripped off my clothes and had just settle down in my lounge chair to watch a good porno vid and have a good wank. Perturbed at the intrusion, I had gotten up out of the chair, picked up my jeans, and slipped them on, stuffing as much of my still hard cock into them the best I could. Then, when I had reached the front door of my apartment, I had unlocked the dead bolt, and then opened the door. "What is it?" I had asked, gruffly. "Zup man?" The lanky Hispanic kid, with the dark buzzed hair and gold earring then asked. "Not much," I had replied. "My little brother Reynaldo tells me you like to suck cock and you pay guys for it," he then said bluntly. "Yes, I do." I had replied. Well, let me tell you. There was nothing inhibited about Ramon or bad looking either for that matter. I remember I popped a hard just watching him undress. Ramon didn't have one ounce of fat on him, and he probably had one of the nicest sets of abs I have ever seen. I can tell you, his pierced nips, and that wasp waist of his, not to mention his fat, uncut, eight-inch prick, just did me in. In fact, although I consider myself a top when it comes to fucking, Ramon was a hot enough stud that I began to bottom for him the third time he came over. When he did, of course, it was always for the same reason. "I'm real horny man. My girl friend she didn't put out last night. So, I am looking for somethin to fuck and I need some money," he would say. "Well, I don't know Ramon. You were just here a few days ago," I would reply. "Aw man. Come on dude. I really need some hot ass and some money right now." Ramon would always beg. "Okay, back to the bedroom it is then," I would then say, and I would step aside so that Ramon could enter. I would imagine, just from my experiences with him, that Ramon's girl friend probably didn't let him fuck her very often because he was such a stud. I mean, the guy would fuck me in almost every position before he finally blew his load. Trust me, there were several times I was literally begging him to cum because my ass was so sore. And, when he did cum, all I can say is I would ooze his stuff out of my hole for hours afterward. Yes, Ramon was unique, and he was one of the few boys I ever let fuck me. Are you okay Dr. Jones? Your facial color seems to have deepened and you forehead seems to have broken out in sweat again. Enough for today? Oh that's perfectly okay Dr. Jones. I understand you may not feel well at the moment. I will show myself out. I guess we have gone over our usual hour anyway and I know you have other patients waiting. I shall look forward to our meeting next week then. And, by the way, please call me Jeff. To be continued.............................