Date: Thu, 8 May 2008 05:47:15 +0100 From: Jason Carter Subject: Loving Uncle Ralph The following story is based on true events, but for obvious reasons some names and other details are changed The events depicted took place thirty years ago, when I was just a boy. I grew up an only child in the North East of England with parents who both worked. We lived in a smallish town and I was the quiet, bookish, non-sporty type, so I didn't have many friends. I was also small for my age - my adolescent growth spurt came pretty late. During the school holidays, rather than leave me with the run of the house, a lot of the time my mum and dad counted on various relatives to look after me while they were out at work. My favourite of all these, even before the events I'm about to recount, was my Uncle Ralph, who lived in the next town and was a teacher, and so usually off at the same times I was. Ralph was my dad's slightly younger brother and lived in the house that they'd grown up in, on his own since my grandmother died. He was a pretty ordinary guy who was the only other member of the family but me who wore glasses, so I always felt we had something just the two of us shared. He taught English at the secondary school I would go to when I was eleven. It was not long after my eleventh birthday in the summer before I started there that things between Uncle Ralph and I changed. I'd gone over to his place in the morning, and as it was a nice day we'd gone out to the park near his house. I had a kite which had been my birthday present from him that I wanted to try flying, though there wasn't really enough wind, so I ended up running around a lot to not much effect, and pretty much tired myself out. We went back to the house to get some lunch and while he was making sandwiches I crashed on the sofa and without intending to I nodded off. I woke up not much later to find Uncle Ralph had come into the room and was kneeling beside the sofa. He seemed to be looking at my waist, and was rubbing the front of my shorts. I couldn't work out why he was doing it, though I didn't mind how it felt. I must have moved slightly because he lifted his hand slightly as he looked at my face. He asked me if I was okay, and I said I was, before asking him what he was doing. He hesitated for a second, then said that he wanted to show me some new games that we could play that he thought I'd like, but that they had to be absolutely our secret - I couldn't ever tell anyone, including my parents, because they didn't like the games and he'd get into trouble for playing them with me. Since I pretty much worshipped the ground he walked on, I didn't hesitate to say I wanted to play with him, but he made me promise that I absolutely wouldn't tell my parents about it. So I got very solemn, the way that kids can, and crossed my heart as I promised I wouldn't get him into trouble. So he smiled and said that I had to tell him if anything we did felt uncomfortable or I didn't enjoy it and he'd stop straight away. So I told him I would, and he said, very clearly and distinctly "I love you Anthony", and bent down to kiss me on the lips. I remember I could feel the bristles on his skin rubbing against my face and then he pushed his tongue in between my lips and all I was aware of feeling was his tongue inside my mouth. I instinctively opened my lips wider and his mouth was suddenly completely covering mine, his tongue pushing and probing into me. I didn't at all understand the significance of what he was doing, but on some level I was definitely aware that this marked a new stage in our relationship. I also registered that his hand had gone underneath my head and was pulling me upwards while he almost hungrily ate at my mouth. It felt incredibly intense. I have no idea how long he carried on doing that, but when he stopped, he kept his face close to mine and whispered "I've wanted to do that for so long. Did it feel okay for you?" "It felt brilliant for me!" I exclaimed. "That's a great game!" "That's only the start of the game. Do you want to go on?" he asked. Quite certain that whatever came after that amazing feeling must be absolutely incredible, I said that yes I definitely did, and he started kissing me again, this time more tenderly, and while he did he returned his hand to the front of my shorts, rubbing and squeezing. Although I'd had a few spontaneous erections before then, I started to feel my cock stiffen for the first time under deliberate stimulation, and he was obviously aware of it too. He knelt back up and said " lift your hips up, I want to take your shorts down". So I did, and he hooked his thumbs into the waistbands of my shorts and underpants and pulled them down to my ankles. He stopped and gazed at my groin. "Oh my little boy - what a beautiful little cocklet you have' he almost gasped. I giggled at the word, and said "you've seen it before", which of course he had when he'd taken me swimming. "Not like this though" he said, and I had to agree. It was stiff and sticking straight up, with my little hairless balls tight underneath. Leaving it alone with an obvious effort, he pushed my t-shirt up to under my arms, and ran his hands over my chest, stopping to stroke my nipples. "So smooth" he said, before returning to kiss me, while at the same time taking my cock between a finger and thumb and squeezing and pulling on it, occasionally running a finger over my balls. At one point he lifted his head from mine and moved down my body to plant a kiss on the very tip of my cock, which made me giggle again. "Are you still liking this?" he asked. "Definitely!" I said. "Are you?" "Oh you have no idea how much. Would you like to see the effect you're having on me? It's very like the effect I'm having on you" he said, gesturing to my cock. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but I said I'd like to see, so he took my hand and put it on the front of his trousers. I'm sure it was my imagination, but I'd swear I could feel a heat under my hand as he steered it to the hard bulge under his fly. "That's all your doing" he said. "You turn me on so much." I didn't really understand what he meant, but without even asking, I squeezed and rubbed the bulge, then instinctively started to pull down his zip. When it was all the way down and I could see the white fabric of his underpants, I reached in through the gap and squeezed as much of the tube of his cock as I could get my hand across. He jerked upright with a gasp, and shuddered for a few moments as I repeated my squeezing. His hand went back to my cock and he put a finger and thumb near the base and began pushing it up and down. We carried on doing that to each other for a few more minutes, then I asked him if I could see his 'cocklet'. He grinned and said that he hoped his was more of a cock than a cocklet before reaching down and pulling it out through the hole in the pouch of his y-fronts. I was absolutely fascinated. Of course I'd seen his when we'd been swimming just as he had mine, but hard it was a totally new experience. To begin with it seemed huge. So long and thick compared to my little piece, and he was circumcised, where I wasn't, so it even looked like a totally different kind of organ. I turned on my side to look at it more closely getting my hand around as much of the shaft as I could, and looking so close I was actually breathing on the head, which made him shudder again. He showed me how to pull backwards and forwards on it so I was jerking him, then he returned his attention to mine. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as I manipulated it. It was the most magnificent thing I'd ever seen, and I wanted never to let go of it. Meanwhile I was loving the feelings Uncle Ralph was making in me as he pulled and rubbed my cock and balls and occasionally slipped a finger behind my balls to rub the sensitive spot between there and my bum. To this day I don't know how long he managed to hold off coming, or actually how he did so for as long as he did, but suddenly without a word he jumped to his feet and just pointed his straining cock down towards my own cock and balls. A second later jet after jet of liquid started shooting out of it and onto me. I almost jumped up because I thought he was peeing on me, but he managed to put a hand on my shoulder and say "it's okay" as the last jets of his semen splattered around my still hard eleven year old cock. He stood for a few moments, his legs shaking and his still hard cock sticking out of his trousers. "That's just a thing men do when they're happy" he said when he'd got his breath back. "You'll do it too one of these days. And if I'm very lucky I'll be there when you do." "So playing the game made you happy?" I asked. "Oh yes" he responded. "Did it make you happy?" I said that it had, though I'd like to play it again sometime and see all of him properly. "I'll make sure that happens" he promised, grinning. Still with his cock out, and me with my shorts and underwear around my ankles, he had me shuffle to the back of the sofa so that he could fit alongside me. He put one arm under me and pulled me close to cuddle and kiss me, before running a finger through the gooey mess around my cock. He raised his finger to our face level and offered it to me to taste. I was uncertain, so he licked it all off himself and then went back to get some for me. This time I licked it, a little hesitantly, off his finger. It was an odd taste, and I wasn't sure I liked it, but it had come from Uncle Ralph, and so I didn't mind. We laid there for a while like that, me partly naked, him holding me to him, and he told me that as long as I still promised to keep it secret he'd show me lots more games like that one. And of course I promised. And of course he did. This is my copyright. I'd love to tell more stories of my time loving Uncle Ralph (and several years later one of his friends) if anyone's interested. Drop me a line (niftypen@gmail.com) - I'm also interested in talking to people with similar experiences.