Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2011 23:36:35 -0500 (EST)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: "A Smile On Your Face" story

			   A SMILE ON YOUR FACE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     Uncle Jerry had come to visit! To stay with us a while! It had been a
long time since I'd last seen him, but he was just like I remembered
him. Tall, lean, wide-shouldered and slender-hipped, with a shock of dark
brown hair on top in an unruly mop, a wide face with a turned-up nose, a
broad smile that he turned on me, and arms loaded with muscles, that could
probably crush a bear and certainly squeezed me awful darned tight when he
scooped me up! "Jerryboy!" he said to me when he caught me up.
     "Jerrybear!" I said in turn. Yeah, I'd been named after him, which I
didn't mind one bit, so we'd come up with these nicknames for each
other. "How long you here for this time?"
     "Just until I can get a job and a place of my own."
     "You'll be here for Christmas?"
     "More than likely, and maybe for your birthday, too." My birthday was
in March.
     "Hoo-ray!" I agreed and gave him a kiss, right on his stubbled
cheek. The hairs of his new-born beard scraped my lips, but I didn't
care. I kissed that briar-patch of his again.
     "Hey, hey, enough of that." Uncle Jerry said and set me back
down. "You want to help me get the stuff out of my car?"
     "Sure!" I went and Uncle Jerry had sort of piled everything in the
back seat of his decades-old Ford Fairlane. He handed me a few small boxes
and I staggered under even that, and took it to my bedroom. Uncle Jerry
would be sleeping on the couch, but we'd keep his stuff in my room.
     I was glad Uncle Jerry had come to stay with us a while. Daddy and
Mommy had separated last summer, and while he was coming through with money
to help her make the bills and such, there was the feeling of not having a
man in the house. Well, half of a duplex, that is, we had like a
two-bedroom apartment inside with living room and kitchen downstairs, a
bathroom and two bedrooms upstairs, but there was a yard out front and all
like a regular house.
     After we got Uncle Jerry set up, it was getting to be five
o'clock. Next on my agenda was a bath, because Mom didn't want me dirty or
smelly while we had supper. And besides, Uncle Jerry would need a bath,
too, before he got to bed. A bathtub emptied our water heater, it took a
few hours to heat it all up again. So I bathed around sundown most days.
     Done, I just pulled on my shorts and nothing else. I wanted to get
down and visit with Uncle Jerry. Besides, Mom was used to me wearing as
little as I could get away with, she called it my "nudist" phase. Call it
what you want, I just didn't like clothes. Mom let me get away with it as
long as we didn't have company, and I didn't think Uncle Jerry counted as
"company."
     He grinned at me from his seat on the couch in front of the television
set. "Hey, you're done with your bath, eh?"
     "Yeah." I said.
     "You're not going to get dressed?"
     "Why?" I countered. "I'm just going to bed in a few hours. Can't go
outside and play. Nothing to do but eat supper, watch some TV and then go
to bed."
     "That you, Jerry?"
     "Which one?" I called back and snickered.
     "We're both in here." Uncle Jerry called back.
     "Okay. Supper ready in ten minutes, okay?"
     "Okay!"
     I jumped up onto Uncle Jerry's lap. "So what do want to do now?" I
asked him, my arms around his neck.
     "You got any ideas?"
     "Nu-uh." I said. "Something fun?"
     "Oh." Uncle Jerry said. "Well, I got an idea."
     "Is it fun?"
     "It'll put a smile on your face."
     "Okay."
     Uncle Jerry's hand was on my leg, he lifted it up and placed it right
on my crotch. "So let's get started." he said. His fingers squeezed me
there, gently, and then he put his fingers on my shorts' waistband and
tugged on it. Slid his hand inside and his hand cupped my wiener and balls,
gave them another squeeze.
     "Mmmmh!" I said. "That feels good."
     "Help me pull them down." Uncle Jerry said of my shorts. I lifted my
buttocks and with one of my hands and one of his in cooperation, we got the
shorts down to my knees. "That'll do." he breathed. "Now, let's work on
getting you a smile on your face." And his fingers caught hold of my wiener
and began to play with it.
     "Okay." I giggled moistly. I wasn't worried about Momma coming in on
us. When she was cooking, she stayed in the kitchen, settled for calling
out to us or calling us in to talk to her. She just never left the kitchen
when cooking. Uncle Jerry knew that, too.
     Uncle Jerry's fingers worked on my peter until it was standing
upright. Then they started to work on me in earnest. Up and down, his
fingers worked my peter's skin, shifting it up and down on my shaft, moving
really fast.
     "Ooh! Uhhh! Ahhh!" I gasped as I looked into Uncle Jerry's eyes.
     "You like that?"
     "Uh-huh!" I panted. "Feels good. Real good!"
     "You never done this before?" he asked me. "With your friends?"
     "Nu-uh!" I breathed. "Never."
     "I figured you'd have learned how to do it by now." Uncle Jerry
said. "I had it figured out well before I was six."
     "Uhh-huhh!" I gasped. "Uncle Jerry, it's feeling kind of funny
now. Tingly!"
     "Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like your Uncle Jerry doing this
for you, Jerryboy?"
     "Uhh, uhhh, yeahh, yeahhh, uhh!"
     "Come on, really get into it. Feel how good it feels, Jerryboy. Yeah,
come on, come on, give it to me, give it to me."
     "Ohh, ohh, ohhh!" I grunted. "Ooh-ohhhhhh!" A tingly feeling ran
through my body, making me shiver. It spiked, rushed through me and was
over. "Ooh, that was good!" I gushed as I finished shivering.
     But Uncle Jerry kept right on working it. "That wasn't it,
Jerryboy. Hang on, it's coming, it's coming."
     And my wiener, which had been cooling down, suddenly...exploded. A new
rush of sensations rushed through me, as like the tingling that had gone
before as a tiny little light on the Christmas tree is like the blinding
flash of lightning that strikes nearby. And the thundering roaring through
my head was every bit as loud.
     "OH, OH, OHH, OH, OH, OHHHHH!" I gasped as I hung tightly to Uncle
Jerry, as he flailed my prick in his big, rough fingers. He kept on working
it hard and fast as he could until I was completely done, and was limp and
gasping, barely hanging onto him.
     "There, that did it." Uncle Jerry said in satisfaction. "That put a
smile on your face, now, didn't it?"
     I smiled, though doing so was hard work as weak as I felt. "Uh-huh,
Uncle Jerrybear! That was great!"
     "Told you I'd put a smile on your face." Uncle Jerry said. "Now, let's
pull those shorts up and get you and me some supper, huh?"
     I was fully recovered from my exhaustion and beaming through
supper. Even Mom commented on it, saying that it looked like having Uncle
Jerry in the house was just what the medicine our family needed. I had to
agree.
     The next morning, I got up early as I always did. Mom had her own job
to get to and get ready for. I was up a half hour before her, and would be
done with the bathroom before she needed to get inside. Done with the
bathroom myself, I went in and woke her up and she paddled in there to take
her own bath and start making herself up for her secretarial job. Me, I
would go down and fix my own breakfast and get my books, go outside and
wait for the bus.
     Uncle Jerry was on the sleeper sofa, sprawled out. He had a cover, but
the night had been warm (we had a Santa Ana wind blowing which had kept the
weather in the high seventies every day and not much cooler at night), so
he'd kicked that off and was lying there just wearing a pair of rather
ragged, saggy briefs. I could see his prick in there, outlined by the
worn-limp fabric.
     He heard my footsteps and looked over at me, yawned. "Good morning,
Jerryboy."
     "Good morning, Uncle Jerrybear."
     "You about ready for school?"
     "Yeah." I said. "I catch the bus in a half hour. Mom's upstairs
getting ready for her own job, she'll be down in time to see me leave."
     "So you're on your own for breakfast." Uncle Jerry yawned again, and
reached down to scratch his balls.
     "Yeah." I said and looked at his crotch, his dick was getting
hard. "But I got time."
     "Time for what?"
     "To put a smile on your face." I sat down on the edge of the sleeper
sofa and reached for his basket.
     Uncle Jerry didn't stop me, he just smiled. "Think you can handle it?"
was his only comment as I fished the elastic waistband down to below his
balls.
     "I think so." I said as I grasped his cock. "I want to try,
anyhow. Can I please try?" It swelled in my hand, plumping up and
stiffening.
     "Sure thing, Jerryboy." Uncle Jerry said. "Let's see what you can do."
     I had to move my whole arm to move Uncle Jerry's cockskin up and down
like he'd done for me with his fingertips. It just kept getting bigger
around as it got harder and harder until it was hard as a rock and felt
almost hot in my hand. I pumped it up and down and looked at Uncle Jerry's
face the way he'd looked into my face the whole time he'd done mine.
     Uncle Jerry's face had a look on it that I can only call
"satisfaction." He'd like nothing better than to lie here and have me play
with him forever and ever. I wish I could, too, but I did have to get to
school.
     So I whomped on him as fast as I could, and was rewarded by hearing
him moan and his eyes closed blissfully, like he was sucking on a chocolate
bar blissfully, and his cockhead got all sticky and wet. I stared at it as
I pumped on him, and the sticky stuff leaked down and onto my hand.
     "What is that stuff?" I asked him.
     "Just a way my cock shows its appreciation for what you're doing for
it."
     "Really?"
     "Yeah." Uncle Jerry sighed. "And if you keep pumping it like you're
doing, a whole lot of it is going to squirt out, a lot of white stuff will
spray all over."
     "Just like a geyser?" I said, thinking of scenes of Old Faithful
squirting water and steam into the air.
     "Kind of." Uncle Jerry agreed.
     "So come on and do it." I said. "Really shoot it for me, Uncle
Jerrybear. I want to see you squirt all over."
     "Ohh, ohh, ohh!" Uncle Jerry grunted. "Oh, man, I'm getting close,
Jerryboy, getting real close. Going to shoot that load all over. Thick and
white and sticky, a whole lot of it!"
     "Yeah, come on, shoot it, Uncle Jerrybear, shoot it for me, shoot it,
shoot it!"
     "Oh, God, oh, oh, OH, OH, AHH-AH-AH-AHHH-AHH! GAHHHH!" And boy, Uncle
Jerry wasn't kidding about a lot of stuff squirting out.
     There was a lot of it. Thick white shots of goo sprayed up high and
hard, flying all over as my hand kept right on pumping his pud. Some of it
got on my arm and hand, but most of it landed on Uncle Jerry's chest and
stomach. He shot out wad after wad after wad, and when it was done, a big
glob of it crept out and onto my hand and then it was done, and Uncle Jerry
was gasping and panting, his big chest heaving and his face open and soft
and exhausted and sweaty.
     "Wow!" I said softly as I looked at the results of my labor. "You're a
mess, Uncle Jerrybear."
     That made him chuckle, a soft rippling of his chest as he barely made
a sound of laughter from the effort. "Yeah, I know. See what you did to me,
Jerryboy?"
     "I put a smile on your face." I pointed out.
     "You sure did." Uncle Jerry heaved a huge sigh, filled with relief and
delight. "You sure put a big fat smile on my face, one that'll last me all
day long."
     I lifted my come-sticky hand to my face and smelled. "Smells funny." I
observed. "Kind of salty, kind of funky."
     "It tastes the same way." Uncle Jerry agreed.
     I put my tongue to it and tasted. "Yeah, it is salty."
     "Some people love the taste of it. Can't get enough."
     I reached out with my lips and took the entire glob off my hand and
tasted it, smacking my lips, and Uncle Jerry moaned as he saw me do
that. "Yeah, it is pretty good." I agreed. "All slimy and gooey, but good."
     "Man, I'm going to love living here." Uncle Jerry said. His hand was
using the sheet from the bed to wipe his body clean. I might have licked
some of that off if he'd left it.
     But I needed to get my breakfast or I'd miss my bus. Uncle Jerry was
getting up, I left him alone to get up while I fixed my corn flakes.
     I spent my day at school thinking about this. My Uncle Jerry would be
home a lot until he got a job. Maybe we could get some more time
together. But how could we get any privacy, we'd been lucky so far. Mom
never came in while fixing dinner, and never came into the living room
until I was ready to leave for the bus, but you never knew if she'd break
her routine one day.
     But my Uncle Jerry had thought of that. I got home the next day and
found Uncle Jerry there. "Got a surprise for you, sport." He said to
me. "Go look up in your room."
     I did and I saw. "A big bed?" My old bed was barely big enough for me,
Mom had talked of buying me a bigger one. But this one. "It's huge!" It
filled the room, nearly, barely a foot was left between the bed and the
dresser.
     "Room for two." Uncle Jerry told me. "I talked with your mother when
she came down, and we figured it was better for me to sleep in here rather
than monopolizing the couch all night every night. So I bought the bed
today, and I'll help out with the rent when I get a job."
     "Great." I said. "So, Mom won't be home for another hour. Want to try
out the bed and put a smile on both our faces at once?"
     "I'm smiling already." Uncle Jerry said as I took his hand and led him
over to the bed. We'd both be smiling a lot from now on!

				  THE END
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