Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2010 07:47:28 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Jerry's College Fund, Part Three" by Jay Roberts   Gay incest

Jerry left a message on Uncle Bob's voice mail that he would be
there the next day after ten AM.  Knowing Bob, Jerry figured he
would be just getting up about that time.  Bob was a violinist
and had regular gigs in orchestras nearby and he also traveled.

He had tried a solo career and there were some good write ups but
Bob was disappointed that most of them dwelt on his appearance.
They rhapsodized about his lithe body and gleaming blond curls
that one critic referred to as "The Golden Fleece." Bob said, in
Jerry's hearing, that there was a small difference between a
great player and a genius.  He said that it was that small
difference that meant he would have no solo career.

When Jerry arrived at the small, modern house in an outlying
area, a long bus trip, he found a note on the door: "Walk in, I'm
in back in the hot tub."

He found, to his surprise, the handsome violinist nude, in the
steaming tub.

"Welcome, get naked and join me."

Jerry know that this was a new relationship forged by the deal
his father had organized.  No longer would he be kindly Uncle
Bob, he would be a an, almost contemporary, sex partner.

Jerry laughed and slipped off his clothes and tossed them on a
chair on the patio and walked nude toward the hot tub.

Bob whistled.  "You are some hot kid.  You look like a museum
statue and that red hair, especially in certain places is almost
too much.  I'm reacting shamefully."

Sure enough, Jerry could see the man's long penis sticking out of
the water like a periscope.  He knew this was going to be a sexy
morning.  He slipped into the water.  Bob came over immediately
and kissed him.  Not the usual peck, but a real lover's kiss.
Jerry erected immediately like any hot blooded youth.

They sat in the tube, the bubbles tickling their asses and balls
and talked.  Suddenly Bob broke out in tears.

"What's wrong?  Did I say something?"

"No, lets get out and sit on the patio."  He was still sniffling
and tearing.  Jerry was dumbfounded.

When Jerry sat down, Bob stood in front of him.  "I am so
ashamed.  Seeing you today, a grown up, reminds me of how bad I
was with you when you were young."

"What do you mean?"

"I lusted after you.  Oh when you were twelves, you were like a
cherub.  Hank asked me a few times to baby sit.  Do you remember
those baths?"

"Yes, but I don't...oh yes, you did play with me little pricklet,
didn't you, but I loved it."

"Maybe, but that was bad.  I am bad.  I ought to be spanked for
what I did then."

He stood expectantly in front of the boy.  "You mean you want me
to punish you?"

"Yes, that will be the only way I can hold my head up, to make up
for the disgracefully perverted actions then."

Bob moved toward Jerry and lay down across Jerry's lap.  Jerry
had the pleasure of seeing that gorgeous, smooth, white ass lying
in front of him like a feast.

He patted it.  He felt his own cock get hard and press against
Bob's belly.  It felt sexy and great.  Bob's long cock was neatly
hanging between Jerry's slightly spread legs.

"Come on.  Do it!  Slap me."

Jerry shrugged.  This wasn't something he ever fancied, but he
obeyed the pleading request.  He lifted his hand and let it fall
heavily against for luscious pearlike ass cheek.

He looked down.  There was an angry red mark forming, its image
was of his hand.  Something seized him.  He beat the ass cheek
again, and again, with increasing hardness, alternating between
the two cheeks.  Was he suddenly angry at the way he had been
opportuned when he was too young to consent?

Suddenly he realized that Bob was blubbering and crying like a
schoolboy.  Jerry wondered why he didn't feel that he had gone to
far?  Why was his own level of sexual pleasure reaching a high
level?  Was he secretly a brute?

"Bob, I am sorry.  Forgive me.  I got carried away."

"No, I deserved every blow.  Although my ass is aching, my soul
feels much better.  And, I never realized how exciting a beating
can be.  I'm almost ready to ejaculate from it."

"Hold off.  Lay back down on my legs, I want to have a moment to
admire the most fabulous ass in the Western Hemisphere."

Bob took in a sharp breath.  He was a total ass man.  When
someone talked about his ass, he got really hot and bothered.  He
resumed the position on Jerry's young hot legs and waited.

Jerry petted the round cheeks as the red hand marks were fading.
"Wow, the red is still hot.  How about a cooling tongue bath?"

Bob answered with a long groan.

"I take that to be a "yes"."

Jerry stuck out his smooth, red tongue and swiped it over each of
the alabaster mounds.  Bob was making animalistic sounds of
enjoyment and total passion.

"Hey Unkie Bobby, suppose I take a peek between those beauties.
Okay?"

"Okay, but don't talk about it, it drives me crazy when you..."

"Oh I can't help in.  You got such good muscles that the halves
of your butt stand away and show off the valley.  I can see your
anus.  It's a beaut.  You have some golden blond hairs
surrounding your pale pink pucker and, hey, it's pushing out.  I
think it wants a kiss."

This talk had sent the curly blond Bob into a frenzy of grunts
and moans.  Jerry could feel drool dripping his knee.  He leaned
down and fingered the pucker, rolling his index finger around and
around.  He could feel Bob shaking with excitement.  Jerry ramped
it up by inserting his finger and slowly finger fucking the hot
hole.

Bob reared up and turned his face, now sweaty and flushed.  "You
young dog.  You know I want it.  My ass is yours.  Fuck me hard.
Punish me for my thoughts and deeds when you were a kid."

Jerry's cock was pleading for release, He roughly pushed Bob off
his lap and onto the carpeted patio floor, lifted the blond's mid
section up so that he was supported by his knees.  Jerry got
behind.  His cock was so hard and so pointing up, he had to push
it down to gain entry, but once he had the large mushroom head
inside, he gave a mighty push and bottomed to his own pubic hair.

Bob shrieked girlishly.  "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."


Jerry ignored him.  He decided that if the young uncle wanted to
have a hard fuck, he Jerry was the one to do it.  He thrust hard
and then again and again.  Each thrust sent Uncle Bob forward a
few inches and soon he was fucked to the other side of the room.

Jerry worried.  "Uncle Bob, is this too hard?"

"If you stop, I'll cut off your college funding.  Keep going, I'm
getting close."

Jerry sure was getting close, his thighs were beginning to lock
up, the feeling he always got before spilling.  He had to push
through this feeling to keep up the pace.  Suddenly that buzzy
feeling in his thighs went to his balls.  Jerry was starting to
lose the sense of here and now and was going into his cum song.

Bob felt the boys cock vibrating and then it began jumping and
spewing into Bob's hot hole.  That's all it took.  Bob lifted his
head as if stretched on a rack.  His eyes widened into a dumb
stare and then his cock become a run away fire hose, swinging
around in an arc and spraying in a wide circle.

He went blank for a moment, then feeling came back.  Jerry was
lying heavily on his back.  Bob shook himself and Jerry slid off
to land on his back on the carpet.

"Holy shit," Jerry said.  "If I had a few of those kind of cums,
I might not live to go to college."

Bob was slowing coming back to himself.  "Okay kiddo, next fuck
will be more gentlemanly."

"You mean I have to keep my pinky up the whole time?"

You can keep anything up you want as long as it's your cock.


End of Part Three