Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 17:46:52 -0600 From: Evan Sellers Subject: My Favorite Uncle 2 This story is partially true and partially based upon what I wanted to happen and still do. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between an uncle and his nephew, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. You are either not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action, directly or indirectly, affecting the contents of this site. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. MY FAVORITE UNCLE - 2 By: Evan Sellers After "swimming" in my uncle's new pool until "...I had swum myself stupid," Uncle Heath took me back into his small house and told me to put on a robe and make myself comfortable while he called my mother to let her know she could pick me up on Christmas Day. After he hung up with my mother, Unc asked me to go down the metal stairs from his house to the garage. He had thrown me the keys, and told me, "Go down and unlock my truck. Under the magazines behind the seat of his truck was a surprise for me. But, be careful on the steps, as this time of year they can be slick, and you don't want to break that precious ass of yours." He smiled and winked at me. I went down and unlocked the truck. My ass was raw from being impaled by Unc's cock - however, I had never been in suck bliss in all my life. I opened the driver's side door, pulled the seat back, picked up the gay porn magazines and grinned, and under the magazines was a large, flesh-colored buttplug. I cringed and grinned all at the same time. "Surely not..." I thought to myself. I proceeded back up the stairs. My ass was aching, and thrilled for what was about to come. I entered the back door, went up the two steps into his kitchen, and there sitting on the kitchen counter was another jar of petroleum jelly. Unc called to me from the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. He was sitting on the double bed with the bedding pulled back and patted the bed and said, "Come here, son." I walked to him, and he said, "Give me the butt-plug, as I've got to keep that precious ass of yours open for the fucking!" I smiled and nodded. He then said, "Get up on the bed and get your ass in the air!" He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out yet another jar of petroleum jelly. I had my head toward the footboard of the bed and had my ass up facing Unc. He quickly unscrewed the lid and took out two fingers full of jelly. He then stuck both fingers in my ass and worked the jelly deep into my asshole. He massaged my sore asshole so as to be able to ease in the butt-plug, or so I thought. "Son," he started, "...I need to keep your asshole open so that I can fuck you as often as I please, and as often as you come to swim." I nodded, and I thought I was ready for the butt-plug, except he pulled the biggest butt-plug out of the nightstand that I had ever seen! It was black, about a foot long, tapered from top to base, and had, what looked like, a thousand little fingers coming out of the butt-plug. I gulped deeply and said, "Is all of that going in me?" "I told you, I have to keep your asshole open boy. I will take it out in the morning, just before your mother gets here." As big as Unc's cock was, the butt-plug was bigger and thicker. And, as aggressive as he was slamming my ass, he put the butt-plug in my asshole in one smooth motion. He told me to leave it alone, and my ass would adjust. He reached around and tugged my cock and told me to lay down on my side so my ass would relax and go to sleep. I loved Uncle Heath, and trusted him. I curled up on my side and tried to lay still. Unc came in a couple times to check on me. He slowly turned the plug with each time he came in and pushed it deeper into me to open me wider. I finally went to sleep. I woke up the next morning about 7 a.m., as I heard Unc rustling around -- or so I thought. My asshole had loosened a bit, as I had to tighten my asscheeks to keep from shooting out the butt-plug. I walked over too the bathroom, took a pee, and came back out and walked in Unc's bedroom. Much to his surprise, as he didn't hear me get up, I caught him wanking his massive meat. He said, "Sit on the bed while I finish jacking off, and I'll take that monster plug out of your ass." I did as he said. He shot his load up on his big chest, and he had cum dripping off his left nipple. I leaned over and rubbed the cum into his nipple -- he shook and quivvered with another eruption, and growled with joy. "Ok, son, it's time." He said. "Get your ass up on my bed. Are you ready for it to come out?" I nodded, but in my head I was screaming, "No, fuck me, Unc. I love you so much." He grabbed the base of the plug and eased the big bottom of the plug out of my ass and ripped the rest of the big plug out in one smooth motion -- as quickly as it went in." I immediately sprang an erection, as the fingers on the plug were tickling my prostate, and I nearly shot all over myself, Unc, and his bed. He smiled, laughed, and said, "Not now, son, your mother is on her way. Get it under control, 'cuz she'll be here in 15 minutes. You'd better go get dressed." I walked out of Unc's bedroom, and I felt as bow-legged as Unc was, and entered the spare bedroom. I slid into my clothes and tucked my cock down my pantsleg. Fortunately, I had learned from Unc to buy baggy jeans -- and now I knew why. I think I may have also discovered why Unc was bowlegged, but I could not be for certain. The next think I know, I see my mom come up the driveway, and as she pulled up to the garage door she honked the horn. And right on time, Unc yelled, "Son, your mom is here! Merry Christmas." I ran over to Unc and was going to give him a hug. Just as I got up to him to hug him and tell him Merry Christmas, he turned his head and laid a kiss on me. Except, I was not expecting him to reach up and grab my jaw and open my mouth and give me an open-mouthed kiss. "Dammit," I thought, "as my cock sprang up again. How am I going to get down the steps, walk normally to the car, hide my boner, get in the car, and shut the door without giving away anything? I threw my coat over my arm and put my arm in front of me so my coat hung over my crotch, hopped in the backseat of the car, and pulled the door shut -- Success! When I got in the car, Mom asked me if I met Uncle Heath's girlfriend, Kate? "Girlfriend? Uncle Heath has a girlfriend?" I sighed in disgust,evidently just loud enough for Mom to hear me. She said, "Don't worry, son. Uncle Heath has horrible taste in women, and she'll be gone soon enough." "Yeah," I said with a grimacing smile. "I will miss my swim time with Unc." More than that, I was a little hurt by that horny bastard. But, as it turned out, the psycho-bitch was gone by the end of April. My school load was really heavy that semester, and I didn't have time to "swim" as much as I wanted. Over spring break, Unc called to see if I wanted to come swim, and I nearly exploded through the phone. "Of course, Unc," trying to control my excitement. "Did your mom talk to you yet about working with the guys and me this summer?" "No," I said. "But I would love to..." Next story I start working with Uncle Heath and his crew leader, Chuck, over the summer.