Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 04:35:10 -0400
From: Jesse Fonda <jf2411@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Eric and Uncle Mike

This is a story of a young boy having an experience with his uncle and his
uncle's best friend. You know the rules about age limits or being illegal
to read this kind of stuff so if you're not supposed to, or think you would
be offended don't read it. All characters in this story are played by
people over 18. Proof is on file.

			    Eric and Uncle Mike

			     By: - Jesse Fonda


     As early as I can remember I thought my Uncle Mike was cool. My dad
and Aunt Jane were my grandpa's kids from his first marriage. My grandma
died when my dad was sixteen. There were no kids from his second marriage
and when they divorced my dad was twenty-four. Uncle Mike was from
grandpa's third marriage and that's why he is only five years older than I
am.

     I only saw my granddad, grandma Patty and Uncle Mike three or four
times a year, usually Thanksgiving, Christmas, Fourth of July and sometimes
for a week during the late summer if they came to visit us in Beckley, West
Virginia. They lived near Richmond, Virginia so it was a drive of several
hours.

     I think I was eight and Uncle Mike was thirteen when my parents and I
went there for Thanksgiving. Aunt Jane, Uncle Ralph and their two daughters
were also there. That's the reason I ended up sleeping in Uncle Mike's bed.

     I guess he forgot I was sleeping in his room when he came in and
turned on the light and woke me. "Oops, sorry," he said as he switched the
light off when I sat up with a groan, rubbing my eyes. The nightlight was
on in the connecting bathroom so I lay back down and watched as he
undressed to his briefs and slipped into bed next to me.

     I said I thought he was cool but it was more like hero worship. He had
blond hair that was slightly curly, and nice blue eyes, full lips and a
rather square jaw. To me he was tall, handsome and nicely built and he was
always nice to me. Well, mostly nice to me.

     Uncle Mike's friend, Eric, lived across the street. Eric didn't
usually like me following along when he and Uncle Mike wanted to do stuff
and wasn't always pleasant about it. Uncle Mike sometimes stuck up for me
and told Eric to leave me alone. Sometimes he went along with trying to get
rid of me.

     I was just lying there pretending to sleep when I realized Uncle Mike
probably was asleep. Very slowly I moved my hand over to his crotch and
touched his dick through his underwear. He was almost hard. I ran my finger
from the base to the head. It seemed about four inches long maybe a little
more. Then I put my hand around it and squeezed gently.

     I didn't even realize he had moved his hand until I felt him squeeze
my hard little stiffy. Then I jumped, pulling my hand back.

     "We can play if you want," he whispered as he slid his briefs down and
off. I just lay there like a log until he started unbuttoning my
pajamas. Soon we were naked, playing with each other's boners under the
covers. I wasn't sure why at the time but he seemed to like running his
hands over my skinny body, especially my chest and bottom.

     That was the night Uncle Mike taught me to jerk-off. In short bursts
of whispers he told me what to do and what to expect. "Thick, white, sticky
stuff will shoot out".

    "I want to see," I whispered back. He got up and got a flashlight out
of a drawer so I could watch him shoot cum up on his chest and stomach. It
was pretty impressive but it was also a sticky mess.

     Of course you understand that I did the jerking. It was his dick that
got jerked.

     The next morning, with the sun up, he pushed the covers down to expose
his woody and I did it for him again. The squirts of thick, white, sticky
cum again shooting up on his chest and stomach.

     Then we got up, showered together and Grandma fixed us a light
breakfast.  The turkey was already in the oven. The house smelled wonderful
with all the cooking and baking going on.

     That evening, around six-O'clock, Eric called. Uncle Mike relayed to
his mom that Eric's parents were going out and he wanted Mike to come over
and stay. She told him, "Sure, but take Justin with you and be home by
nine." After they haggled for a bit it was decided that we could stay until
ten.

     "Oh man! What did you have to bring him for?" was the greeting we got
at Eric's door.

     "Don't worry, dude. He's cool. We can mess around if that's what you
want."  Mike responded.

     They had my attention. I wondered if they meant what I thought they
meant.

     Eric was older by a few months, and a little taller than Uncle
Mike. He had dark hair and brown eyes. He was also a little stockier than
Mike and I soon discovered that Eric had the bigger dick.

     Uncle Mike told Eric that I had 'milked the snake twice for him'. I
blushed bright red to the very roots of my hair. Eric led us downstairs to
the family room and turned on the TV. We were sitting in a row on the
couch, me in the middle. Soon Eric offered to let me 'cop a feel of his one
eyed monster'. (I was learning all kinds of new expressions).

     Eric's dick was both longer and thicker than Uncle Mike's. I was
slowly stroking Eric's boner as Uncle Mike watched. Then Eric said, "Why
don't you suck it a little, Justin"?

     "No way" I answered indignantly.

     "Go ahead, Justin. It's no big deal." Mike said.

     "Then you do it." I told him.

     He shocked me when he got up, knelt down in front of Erik and licked
his dick from his balls to the head. Flicked his tongue over the piss hole
a few times and then took the whole thing into his mouth and began sucking,
bobbing his head up and down on it.

     After a few minutes he sat up, looked at me and told me, "Your turn,
dude".

     I'm not sure what I expected but it wasn't bad at all. In fact I soon
got into it but I did draw the line at letting Eric or Uncle Mike cum in my
mouth. At least that first time. Yea, I sucked both their dicks, they
sucked each other and Eric blew my mind when he sucked mine a little while
I sucked Uncle Mike's.

     That night in bed I sucked Uncle Mike's dick again. I really liked
hearing him make little cooing noises as I did it. I knew he was really
enjoying it and I wanted to please him. He told me when he was ready to
shoot and I stopped sucking and stroked him until he came. He scooped some
up on his finger, put his finger in his mouth and sucked the gooey mess
off. Then he scooped some more up and offered his finger to me. I opened my
mouth and got my first taste of cum.

     After he cleaned up I asked if he let Eric cum in his mouth. He kind
of smiled and nodded shyly.  "Sometimes," he told me.

     The next morning he said, "Just keep sucking it until I cum. You can
go in the bathroom and spit it out. I did spit most of it out but there was
a lot of it and I swallowed some. It wasn't that bad.

     Friday, after lunch Grandma Patty, mom, Aunt Jane and Eric's mom, Mrs.
Rose went to the mall. Grandpa, dad, Uncle Ralph and Mr. Rose went to play
golf.

    Eric, Uncle Mike and I played the game again. When Eric told me he was
going to cum he held my head in place with his fingers entwined in my blond
hair, came in my mouth and I swallowed it.

    I came up coughing and sputtering.  "He does that to me too," Uncle
Mike told me, laughing. "That's why I told you 'sometimes' and sometimes I
make him swallow my load".

    After that I must have sucked Eric three or four more times that long
weekend and Uncle Mike more than that. At thirteen Mike had a boner most of
the time and I was available to suck it.

    Over the next few years the three of us got together as often as we
could.  Uncle Mike and I got to do it even more often but I want to jump
ahead a few years.

     I was eleven. Uncle Mike and Eric were sixteen. Mom, dad and I were
again at Grandpa's and Grandma Patty's for Thanksgiving. Aunt Jane, Uncle
Ralph, Emily and Sophia were there too.  Uncle Mike and Erik had made plans
to go to a movie at the mall. I was included. I'm not sure whose idea it
was. If I had to guess, it was Eric's.

    It was the last Harry Potter movie. We got a large tub of popcorn and
the largest drinks and found seats in the nearly empty theatre. About
twenty minutes after I had finished my drink I had to pee. I tried to hold
off because I really wanted to see the movie but it finally got to be too
much and I climbed over Uncle Mike to go to the men's room.

    I was almost done peeing when Eric came in and stood at the urinal next
to me. I shook off but stood there with my hard dick in my hand, watching
him pee. His cock was a lot bigger than it was the first time. Even bigger
than last summer. When he was finished he just stood there getting harder
and bigger. He winked at me and asked, "You want to play a little?" I, of
course, nodded.

    "Come on," He told me and led the way over to the last stall.

    He made sure the door was locked. He undid the front of my pants and
turned me around so I was facing away from him. He hooked his thumbs in my
pants and underwear and yanked them down to my ankles. He put one hand on
my stomach, the other between my shoulder blades and bent me forward
telling me to put my hands against the wall.

    When I felt his slippery fingers in the crack of my ass I knew the
slippery was spit. He quickly found my tight hole and pushed his finger up
me. I tried to tell him not to but he just told me to "Shut up and
relax. You're going to love this".

    Twenty-five minutes after I got up to pee I was climbing back over
Uncle Mike to my seat with Erik following. He was on my other side from
Uncle Mike who stage whispered, "Damn! I was beginning to think you guys
had fallen in".

    I was trying to watch the movie but I had lost the plot and couldn't
help but think about what Erik had just done to me. My hole ached deep
inside but at the same time I had this horrible empty feeling. Like I
wanted his fat cock back in me.  The thought of the thick globs of his cum
coating my insides and the fact that he had just made me have an orgasm was
all I could think about.

    Uncle Mike leaned over and whispered, "Will you stop squirming? What
the fuck is wrong with you?"

     Before I could say anything Erik leaned over me and whispered to Uncle
Mike, "I just shot a load in him. He loved it."

     "You fucked him? Jesus fucking Christ! What the hell were you thinking
you asshole? He's only eleven."

     "Like you wouldn't have done it first if you had had the chance?" Eric
shot back.

     When I went up to bed that night I checked the medicine cabinet in
Uncle Mike's bathroom. Nothing. I found some lotion in the bedside table
and an old, worn, but clean hand towel under the pillow. It wasn't long
before Uncle Mike came in, locked the door, stripped naked and got into
bed. I moved into his arms.

     Uncle Mike went slow and was very gentle. I was getting frustrated. I
wanted it the way Erik had given it to me, hard and fast so that I could
hardly catch my breath.  In the end Uncle Mike was right. He did it to me
three times, including the morning wood.

     The next afternoon they took turns. Uncle Mike went first. Erik kept
telling him, "Give it to him. He likes it. Fuck him hard," but Uncle Mike
did it slow and easy.  When it was Erik's turn he pounded my ass. The
incongruity drove me crazy. I couldn't get enough of either of them. Each
watching the other fired them up. It was almost non-stop for several
hours. That night I was so sore I just sucked Uncle Mike off.

     I'm fourteen now. Not much has changed when I visit grandpa and
grandma Patty. Uncle Mike and Erik still fuck my brains out. The thing that
has changed is that I have a boy friend at home. Matthew moved in next-door
two years ago. He's sixteen, very cute and very well endowed.

				  THE END

This story is dedicated to the memories of Justin Case, Eric Draven and
Axl.  Wherever you are guys, you are still remembered, missed and loved.


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