Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2008 08:09:30 +0100 From: Jason Carter Subject: Loving Uncle Ralph - 4 Usual disclaimers: It's mine, don't steal it. Contains graphic descriptions of sex between two male family members, one of whom is underage. Don't read it if you're too young to or if it's illegal to read it where you are. Based on real events but details and timings have been changed. Let me know what you think. **************** Over the following weeks and months, we played our games together whenever we could, and Uncle Ralph worked with me to increase my enjoyment of everything we did. He showed me his favourite wanking techniques to maximise the sensations and duration of the act, and spent many hours with my little cock and balls in his mouth, an acrivity which I never tired of. Feeling his tongue running all over my smooth organs and the heat and wetness of his mouth enveloping them was a huge turn on for me, and I was thrilled that after a number of occasions when I 'dry-came' both with him and when I practiced alone at home (come on - I was an eleven-year old boy, of course I played with myself at every possible opportunity), when the wonderful day came when I finally properly shot my first load it was at a moment when my 'cocklet' and balls were in his mouth. I looked down when I realised what had happened - I was lying on the bed with my legs over his shoulders at the time - and saw him looking up at me with adoration in his eyes. He licked all around my cock one more time then scooted up to wrap me in his big, hairy arms. "Was that your first time, baby bear? Did I just drink your first ever cum?" I nodded, snuggling into him and feeling his chest hairs against my face and his cock pressed against me. "I'm so pleased! Did you enjoy it?" I assured him on that point while simultaneously reaching down to grab his thick shaft in my hand. I felt the wetness at the end which I'd come to understand was his precum, and rubbed my hand across the smooth wet head. I turned around and slid down his body so that I could take it in my own mouth. This was another technique I'd been working on improving, and I could now take more of it and work it better, with less gagging and easier breathing. I was soon bobbing my head up and down on his cock while his hands rubbed my shoulders and ran through my hair. I squeezed the base and around his balls as he'd taught me, and also ran a finger back to play with the edge of his hole, which I knew he liked. Before long, he tensed, and his balls drew up so I knew what was coming. His hot wet spunk pulsed up through his cock and into my mouth, and I gulped at it to take it all. As had become our habit, I swallowed most of it, but kept some in my mouth and then quickly moved up to kiss him and felt his tongue exploring mine so we could share this precious fluid. "One day soon when you're making more we'll have to do this when I take your cum" he promised. And I remember thinking in my boyish desire to please him that I would save up and not wank between now and the next time we played so there would be enough of my own spunk to share. But as I hinted above the area where I was learning the most from Uncle Ralph was in the pleasure to be had in playing with one's arsehole. Since early on it had featured in our play, whether that first time he cleaned mine or later had me clean his, or on that occasion when I'd first sucked his cock and he'd reached around to lick and bite on my cheeks. But that was only the beginning. One Saturday afternoon when I visited him, maybe three or four months after we'd started our games, when he'd joined me in bed fresh from the bath, he'd asked me if I'd be willing to just do whatever he asked me to that day. Of course I agreed, and he settled down naked on the bed, his cock already hard, and said that he wanted me to lick him all over. That I could go where I liked, but that from time to time he would direct me by pointing, but he wasn't going to say a word. If I didn't want to lick him anywhere he pointed I should just say and that would be fine. I immediately fell to the game licking around his neck and face, which he'd occasionally done for me and which I knew felt good. I licked across his lips and felt his tongue dart out briefly to meet mine, then as I lifted my head to decide where to go next he pointed to his left nipple. I lowered my head and licked all around it, feeling it harden under my attention and instinctively sucking on it to bring it even further to attention. His breath hissed inwards and he pointed to his right nipple, where I repeated the performance. Clearly he liked this and let me work on them both for a few minutes. Then I moved on and explored the rest of his chest and down his torso, stopping to flick my tongue in and out of and around his navel and running it up and down the length on his sides from his armpits to his waist. I loved losing myself in his hairy underarms and licking around that area as much as it clearly gave him pleasure. I expected him to point to his cock or balls next, but instead he turned over, and with difficulty indicated that I should lick the length of his back, which I proceeded to do. Then he pointed to one of his buttocks, and I set to exploring it as thoroughly as possible, remembering the way he had licked and nipped at mine. I did the same, causing him to writhe on the bed and grind his cock into the sheets before moving my attention to the other, where I again licked and nibbled all over. His arse was hairy and muscular and I remember playing it a lot of attention as I knelt there between his spread legs before he reached round with both his hands and pulled the cheeks apart, pointing to indicate I should lick the up and down the revealed cleft. I was a little hesitant, but again remembering that he had down the same for me, I put my head down at the bottom, where I could briefly lick on his exposed balls, before flicking my tongue up the length of the crack, licking both sides as I went and flickering over his puckered hole along the way. When I reached the top I repeated the movement in reverse, licking down to his balls. He moaned in pleasure from the moment I started upwards the first time and his moans increased as he lifted his hips off the bed to thrust his arse upwards towards my exploring mouth. After I had completed my up and down routine maybe five or six times, my little tongue flicking at his hole each time, and my smooth little boy face cheeks rubbing against his hairy arse cheeks the whole while, and with his pleasure obviously becoming more intense all the time, he stopped me by turning over. His cock was as hard as I'd ever seen it, and he looked at me with love as he sat up long enough to kiss me deeply and taste where my mouth had just been. Still without saying anything he laid back down and lifted his knees in the air so that his arse was once again exposed, and then he pointed directly as his hole, which clenched and relaxed as I looked at it. Hesitantly again, though with the increasing confidence which came from the intense pleasure which all of Uncle Ralph's games had so far given both of us, I lowered my head and applied my tongue directly to the hole, sticking it out and licking round the whole tight ring. The effect on my uncle was immediate and electric. His whole body convulsed and he gasped loudly. Emboldened by the effect I was having, I began working my tongue around more actively and with greater pressure on this clearly intensely sensitive point. I felt, though couldn't see (all I could see at this point was his balls, and occasionally as I moved around a glimpse of his cock) his hole tightening and relaxing, and on an impulse, as it opened slightly under my ministrations, I stuck the very tip of my tongue inside. The noise Uncle Ralph made at that moment was something very close to a howl, and suddenly his hole tightened convulsively once, twice, three times, more, and I looked up to see jet after jet of his spunk hitting his chest as a shuddering orgasm took over his whole body. Literally, he was shaking from top to toe as the intensity of his climax washed over him. I could only sit and watch in awe, praying for the day that I would feel something that extreme. Once he'd calmed down a little and regained control of himself, he sat up and looked down at my still hard cock. Eventually he spoke. "Come on, you deserve a taste of the same. Come and kneel above my face." He moved himself down the bed away from the pillows so that he was flat against the bed and helped me position myself above him. "Now you play with your willy the way I showed you, and leave the rest to me" he said, as he guided me lower, pulling my cheeks apart as he did and taking a quick lap at my tight, hairless balls as they settled towards his chin. "Oh god baby bear, your arse is so little and smooth, I love it." I started pulling on my cock as he began licking at my crack. I was loving the feel of his hot tongue against my cheeks and in the sensitive area between them, but then I suddenly had a sense of what he had felt so intensely as he dug into my cheeks with his big hands and pulled them even further apart, pushing his face hard into the space between and sticking his tongue firmly into my hole, then out to lap almost roughly around it before pushing it hard inside the rim again. He pushed and pushed with his tongue to get it inside my tight little boy hole, and suddenly I was feeling myself doing the clenching as one of my then dry orgasms overcame me. I let myself fall forward into the sticking mess that still coated his chest and stomach and licked at the head of his cock before he turned me around and kissed me. I could taste myself on him, and my still stiff cock hardened again. "Did you like all that, baby bear?" he asked, his arms around me and his breathless voice close by my ear. "Definitely. When can we do it again?" He laughed. "Whenever you like. And a whole lot more." **************** As always, let me know what you think.