Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2004 13:58:35 +0000
From: Chuck Fauker <militarystudusa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Meet My Uncle Harry, Part 3, Sharing

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My father was happy to hear that my job interview went so well that they put
me to work right away.  Uncle Harry told him I performed like a natural and
a champ.  "course my dad had no idea that Uncle Harry was referring to my
propensity for cocksuckin and other talents.

The next morning I woke before my Uncle did.  It was still early and I was
itchin' for a daybreak session.  Plus I wanted to try out my newest trick
with him.  I slowly crept into his bed by lifting the covers at his feet and
crawling up between his splayed legs.  His cock was half-hard as I grazed it
with my nose. I swallowed it eagerly.  He moaned and I knew he was awake
even though his eyes were still shut.

"You want some more like yesterday, buddy?"  He asked in his gravelly
morning voice.  I hummed my acknowledgement around his stiffening cock.
Immediately, I felt the shift in his abdomen where my hand rested, playing
gently with his treasure trail.  His piss burst forth in my mouth like a
river breaking free through a fissure in a dam.  He groaned in delight and
his cock grew solid as steel in my warm, wet mouth.   I started to suck in
earnest.

Without warning, he laughed and tossed me off, grabbing me and switching our
positions.  "Not until I've had mine this morning."  He tells me.  I
understand him perfectly and when He's ready I let loose my morning piss
load down into his gullet.  When I'm done and hard as only a boy can be, He
looks up at me and says, "Man, there is nothing as good as the taste of a
boy in the morning.  I've been hopin' you were into piss too.  You're a
fuckin' natural at it"

We fucked for an hour that morning, skipping our usual workout in favor of
some horizontal cardio.  When I was on my stomach and he was slowly gyrating
his hips against my ass, his shaft buried deep into me, he would look into
my eyes using the mirrored headboard. He told me how much he loved me and
how much everything we did meant to him.  He told me how hot he was watching
me with another guy and asked if I'd like to do more of that.  I said hell
yes.  He told me how he had been talking about me to some of his buddies and
the other guys at the Shop and how jealous they all were of him, especially
Paulie.  About how they'd been begging him for months to bring me by.  The
idea of so many guys getting hard and hot and bothered over me drove me
nuts.  As he talked to me, it drove me over the edge and I unleashed my
spunk underneath me, onto my uncle's mattress and my stomach. When my orgasm
caused my sphincter to contract, it pushed Uncle Harry to edge as well.  He
pulled out, and as I watched in the mirror, he held himself above me with
one arm while he fisted his cock and shot all over my back and ass.  When he
was spent, he levered himself back to his knees and I smiled as his tongue
scooped up every drop of spunk.  When he was done, he lay back onto of me,
his weight nearly crushing me but comforting too.  He hugged me from behind,
and had his eyes closed as I saw the most happy and contented smile on his
lips.

That day Uncle Harry asked Dad if he could take me camping, since I would be
working almost every weekend after that.  Dad said no problem.  We never
went camping though.  Friday afternoon we packed our bags and left on my
Uncle's bike.  Half an hour later pulled into Sam's place.  Sam was a friend
of my Uncles from before he went to jail.  Sam's wife had taken the kids
south to Jersey to visit her parents for the weekend and wouldn't be home
until Monday night.  The place was Sam's and ours until then, and they had
some big plans.

We spent the afternoon drinking a little and playing a lot.  Sam was a big
Polish fucker with a shaved head and a bushy goatee that was long enough to
tug on.  He liked to grunt a lot and spit when he had sex.  My Uncle had me
lie down on the floor.  I jerked my cock as Uncle Harry straddled me on his
knees, his nutssack hanging above my nose.  Then Sam got me hind him, and
after eating him out until both his ass hairs and Sam's goatee dripped with
spit and ass juices (all of which I eagerly slurped up) and then I had the
best view as I watched my Uncle get fucked or the first time.  I'll never
forget that sight as long as I live.  Sam's cock was exactly the size and
shape of a beer can, short and fat.  He fucked like a total animal, lots of
growling and grunting, with very view comprehensible muttered "fucks" and
"shits."  I shot up onto my Uncle's face, and he shot my groin (which he
licked off) long before Sam shot up Uncle Harry's ass.  When Sam pulled out,
his cum dripped out too, onto my waiting tongue.  . Then Sam placed his
meaty hand on my head, holding it in place as he tried to force his
substantial meat into my mouth.  "Clean it up fucker." He muttered.  He also
made my Uncle sit on my face so I could clean his hole out as well.

Around eight o'clock that night, Uncle Harry presented me with two new
presents.  One we've used before.  He bent me over his lap like I was a
child about to receive a spanking, and with a little lube, he placed a
buttplug up my fuck chute.  I've worn one a couple of time for him before.
On occasion he would put one in me before school and send me on my way.
Once or twice he'd fuck me first and trap his load in there first.  It was
both uncomfortable and exciting going about my day in school wearing that.
The only difficult part was trying to hide it in the locker room and trying
to keep it in place during gym class.

The second present was new though.  My very first cockring.  He gave me a
leather one with metal studs all the way round it.  He showed me his chrome
ring that he was already wearing.  Since then I've always loved how a silver
cockring looks on a guy and I wear one myself almost everyday.

When we were ready, I hoped on the back of Uncle Harry's bike and the three
of us rode off to Providence, to the Eagle.

I've always looked a little older than I am, but just to be on the safe
side, Sam made a deal with the security at the bar.  The deal was that Sam
fucked the ugly bastard in the alleyway and he'd let me in without ID.  So
there I was, in a leather bar at 15 years old with my uncle.  I was loving
it.  My uncle would let me drink beer as long as it was watered down with
either his or Sam's piss.  I had guys all over me all night and we spent a
fair amount of time in the backroom.  At one point, I was getting fucked by
this massive, six foot six 'roided out bodybuilder while Sam mounted him
from behind.  The guys made a few plans for the following night to have a
party at Sam's place.  After we got home, I didn't get fucked cause they
wanted my ass to be tight enough for the party