Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 21:02:23 +0100 From: Jason Carter Subject: Loving Uncle Ralph - 6 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. **************** Of course, once I had experienced Uncle Ralph's beautiful cock inside my tight little arse, I wanted it all the time, just as I had with each new experience he had introduced me to. And obviously (within the sensible strictures he placed on our time together to make sure that I didn't neglect my schoolwork or friends, or I suppose now, to make sure people like my parents didn't raise too questioning an eyebrow at the amount of time I spent with him), he was happy to oblige. At around this time, courtesy of schoolboy chatter and rumour, I began to understand the reality to which taunts like 'homo' and 'poof' referred, and when the boys in my class talked about 'bummers' and 'bumming' as if it was some terrible thing I realised I needed to stay very quiet on the subject even though I wanted to tell them it wasn't a terrible thing at all, but an amazing one. And so, as I passed through from twelve to thirteen years old, and my body began to kick in with all the good and bad elements of puberty, I was introduced to the joys of being penetrated while on my back with my legs in the air, on all fours, waggling my rear towards Uncle Ralph's approaching cock like a bitch in heat, which in many ways I was, and repeatedly as we had the first time, lowering myself down on it as it speared between my still boyishly smooth cheeks. This became my favourite manner of entry, and we tried it in various ways; Uncle Ralph laying flat as the first time, with him sitting upright on the bed, my legs wrapped around his waist, in his favourite armchair, with me facing either towards or away from him as he held me above his straining cock before pulling my hole open and sliding me down its length. And we became more and more adventurous away from his house. We drove to the moors nearby and, pulling into a quiet layby, he moved to the passenger seat, pulled his trousers and underwear down and after I'd covered his cock with my spit, I clambered on top of him with my back to him and sat down on him while looking out at the stunning countryside. On another occasion we went deep into the woods and he fucked me deep and hard as I leant forwards against a tree trunk. on a number of occasions on evenings when my parents were out Uncle Ralph came over and we made love in my bed, which was a massive turn on for both of us. I think we both imagined what it would be like to be there, his thick and hard cock sliding with increasing urgency in and out of my boy hole while my parents were in their room next door. Certainly our orgasms on those occasions were among our very strongest, and we would collapse in a sweaty heap at the end of those sessions to kiss each other with a particular fervour. I became infected with a love of danger as a result of these times, secretly touching him on the arse or the front of his trousers when we were all together as a family, and once pulling my hard cock out when the two of us were in the kitchen washing up while my parents were in the living room next door; loving that he became instantly arounsed while at the same time clearly fearful that my parents would realise what was happening. Fortunately for both of us and our burgeoning relationship, they were each entirely occupied with their own concerns, a situation which would lead to them separating when I was sixteen. I think, looking back, that the only way really to characterise our relationship was truly as lovers. Certainly I worshipped him, and he said he loved me like he had never loved anyone else. The other evolution in our physical relationship which happened in that period was the steady movement towards the day when I would start fucking him. We had begun to talk about 'fucking' some time after that first time I took him inside me. He had kept his language deliberately gentle for a long time, but one day as he thrust into me as I lay on my back, my ankles held apart in his strong hands, he had gasped that he loved fucking me, and before we knew it we were talking about fucking all the time. The word became part of our clandestine relationship, to be used only when we were alone. And the day he said "I want you to fuck me, baby bear" was the culmination of months of preparation. To begin with, before puberty hit and my cock started swelling towards a more mature size, the idea was simply pointless. I might as well have tried to fuck him with my finger. Additionally, on more occasions than not, I had the hair trigger of youth, and would shoot my load painfully quickly. I was determined that the first time I fucked Uncle Ralph he would be able to feel it and it would last for more than ten seconds! But in the meantime I introduced myself very thoroughly to his hungry hole, which had in any case fascinated me since the earliest days of our relationship. We still bathed together, and washed each other in that area very carefully. I would rub a soapy flannel against his clenching hole, intrigued by the strange feel of the ring of muscle and the sight of the hole through which I hoped to give him the same extraordinary intensity of feeling I was learning to love so much. So much of the contrast between our bodies seemed to me to be bound up in his arse - his muscularity against my slightness; his hairiness against my smoothness; his adulthood against my childhood. And when we made love he would encourage me to explore it as he had during his pointing game when I was younger. I would lick it and push my tongue inside until he writhed and gasped and occasionally shot his load without even needing to touch his cock. One of his favourite positions was on all fours, with me behind him, licking and poking his hole and then sucking on his cock as he pushed it back through his thighs. The number of times I took jet after jet of his spunk down my throat from that position... And of course I explored his hole with my fingers, lubing them up with generous amounts of Vaseline and over time moving from one single finger up to two and three and even occasionally to the point when I would have most of my hand inside him, twisting around to stimulate as much of his sensitive space as I could. As I got older and bigger that became less of an option as he was less able to take my growing hand, but there was never a point when he didn't enjoy having at least a couple of my fingers sliding in and out of him, preferably as I sucked on his cock. I can still vividly recall the feeling of his hole tightening around my fingers as his warm seed filled my mouth. And so the day came, some time before my fourteenth birthday, when I had filled out in the cock area, and was getting better and better at holding my orgasms at bay even under the most intense attention, with his hard cock straining inside of me and his tongue probing into my mouth and his big hands pulled my smooth cheeks apart to get him ever deeper inside me. "I want you to fuck me, baby bear" he said simply one day, after we had been kissing and exploring each other's bodies for a while, and put the jar of vaseline into my hand. He rolled onto his back and bent his legs to give me access to his hole. I needed no further urging, and my already hard cock leapt even further to attention in anticipation of this longed-for moment. Kneeling between his legs, I greased myself up and also applied a liberal amount to him, sliding a greasy finger inside to make sure he was properly prepared. I couldn't believe that after all this time of waiting I was going to plant my teenage cock inside the hairy, hungry hole of my uncle. First of all, I leant forward to kiss him deeply, whispering "I love you" as I did so. He responded to the kiss with passion, and pulled my head to his, but then relaxed and lay back, clearly indicating to me that on this occasion I was in the driving seat. I grasped his hard cock in one hand and tweaked his nipple with the other, playing with him the way he had taught me he liked, and in the way he tended to while we were building up to his fucking me. Then, still playing with his nipple, I took the base of my cock in one hand and shuffled myself forward to the point where its head rested against his puckered entrance. "Fuck me" he whispered once, before I pushed my hips forward with all my strength and slid my cock inside him in one go. Don't get me wrong, at the age of thirteen going on fourteen it was still pretty small, and certainly nowhere near as thick as it's grown up to be, so I'm under no illusions that it gave him as intense an experience as his adult prick plundering my little hole did, but still, his reaction was every bit what I'd hoped for. His body tensed and his hips raised off the bed, pushing against me and taking me even deeper inside him. In response I began to rock backwards and forwards to begin fucking him in earnest, and before long we were engaged in a mutual back and forth motion designed to let him feel as filled by me as was possible, and at the depth of every push he would tighten himself around the base of my cock, forcing me to pull against his pressure to make the next stroke. To this day I'm not sure which of us found the friction of each withdrawal more intense. I had been fucking him like this for maybe two or three minutes when he reached up with his hands and grabbed my backside as I was deep inside him. "Move off the bed" he instructed, and I started to shuffle backwards, pulling him with me towards its foot without ever letting me out of him. A moment later I was at the end of the bed and put my feet down to stand on the floor. Still holding me inside him, he unbent his legs and lifted them straight up. Understanding that he wanted us to adopt the position we had tried in reverse before now, I took hold of his calves and held them apart so that I could resume my in and out strokes. Soon I was fucking him with a mad passionate abandon I'd never experienced before, and he was jerking on his own cock with a matching urgency. Then, with no warning at all, he tensed and began shooting jet after jet of his spunk up his chect, reaching almost to his chin. The mad convulsions of his hole around my cock as he did so triggered my own orgasm, and before I knew it I was pumping shots of cum as deep inside him as I could push. I dropped his legs and fell against him, breathless and shaking from the strength of the feelings, and felt my cock pop out of him, still hard but not now as incredibly rigid as it had been. All I could do was look up at him as he pushed a hand past me down to his hole and brought it back with some of my spunk, which was clearly oozing out of him, on his fingers. He licked some up and then fed me the rest, before, my energy returning, I moved my head to lick up some of his own where it lay among the hair on his torso. He pulled me put to his face and kissed me deeply, our seed mixing between us. "I think my baby bear is all grown up now. What do you think?" "I think I'll always be your baby bear" I whispered, snuggling my head against his chest. **************** As always, let me know what you think. And thanks to everyone who's given such positive feedback on the chapters to date. Sorry I'm not able to get the chapters written up as regularly as I'd like.