Date: Sun, 25 May 2008 13:20:21 +0100
From: headmanray <headmanray@btconnect.com>
Subject: MY TWO UNCLES

This was how it was with two uncles of mine when I was a young boy.  They
didn't corrupt me, I knew I liked older men and so for me what was more
natural than two males enjoying each others company.  If sexual
relationships between a boy and his uncles offend you then this is not a
story for you.   Even though I am much older now and attitudes have changed
I remember these two men fondly.  This was actually created when a friend
told me of his experience with a Uncle asked me if I had any uncles who I
remembered.  As I wrote and told him he suggested I submit it to Nifty, but
enough of this, now read on

PART 1

There was just my mother and I, my father having died, but uncle John used
to call to see us at least once a week and while my mom was always glad to
see him  was too as he always showed an interest in what I was doing and
often remarked to my mom how I was growing up and was a good boy.

My first experience with uncle John was when he asked me to help him one
Saturday morning at a local club, he was the manager there and he wanted
some help in hanging some pictures on a wall.  My mom volunteered my help
but I was happy with the arrangement anyhow as this meant I'd be with him
all morning and at his club, which to me was somewhere special,  and I
wouldn't be sharing his company with anyone else.

I was there early and waiting at the door for him when he arrived and he
smiled and said "You're keen to get started.  That's good." And unlocking
the doors we went inside and then he locked them secure again saying "Don't
want to be disturbed do we"  I just said "No" but wondered who would disturb
us anyhow as the club didn't open until the evening but I thought he
obviously knows what he is talking about and didn't give it another thought.

He went to the bar of the club and got me a coke, what a treat, and said
"There's more where that came from if you want another.  Let me make me a
coffee and then we can start"

He showed me the wrapped pictures we had to hang on the walls and said "Be a
good boy and take the wrapping off and I will get the hooks and hammer from
the cupboard. Then we can make a start"

We had managed to hang three pictures as held the picture on the wall and as
I held the fourth picture he said he had run out of nails so he held it on
the wall and told me to reach put my hand into his pocket and get out a nail
or something.  I did as he told me but there was no pocket and my hand went
right onto his cock!   I pulled my hand out right away but he told me to put
my hand back in again and to hold what was there and tell him what it was.
When I put my hand back in he was harder than before and it felt enormous in
my little hand.  I kept hold of him as he told me and he looked down to me
and asked if I was OK.  I smiled and said yes and still kept hold of him!  I
remember he put the picture down on the floor and asked me if I'd like to
see it.  I knew what he meant and he didn't mean the picture and when I said
yes he made me promise not to tell anyone and I agreed.

I was excited and a little scared but I felt safe with him and knew nobody
could come in as he had locked the doors.  "Of course" he said "if you want
to see mine then I have to see yours too" . I felt embarrassed and said I
wasn't so sure .  I could feel my cock getting hard but it was so much
smaller than his.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and sad "Oh come on now.  We are two men
aren't we" and calling me a man made me feel good so I agreed.

I pulled on a leg of my shorts to raise it but uncle said "Oh no son.  Lets
get them off you" and with that he had knelt down in front of me and pulled
my shorts down to my ankles.

He could see the little bulge in my underpants and smiled at me as he put
his hand on my little bulge and said "This feels good doesn't it"  I nodded
my head and with that he stood up and said "take down my pants and have a
good look"

As I unbuckled his belt my fingers felt like all thumbs and I could see the
big bulge under his trousers.  He now had both hands on my shoulders and
said "That's it Ray.  Now open my pants."

I unbuttoned his pants and then lowered the zip and slowly pulled them down.
As I pulled them down  they fell to his ankles and I had partly pulled down
his white boxers so that the waistband was also above his cock.  His boxers
were straining now from underneath and I pulled the waistband away from him
and lowered them and let go so that now the waistband was directly under his
balls.  His cock fascinated me as he was circumcised and the head looked
hard and swollen and I noticed the slit was really wet.  I looked up at him
and I felt his hands push me downwards and he said "Pull them right down"
and as I pushed them down to his ankles he said "Lick it.  It's OK.  You
know you want to"

I was not so sure but I did as he told me and it was like nothing I had ever
done before.  It felt good! I licked all over the head and heard him say
"Take it in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop"

I opened my mouth wide and as it popped in my mouth felt full but somehow I
managed to work my tongue over it.  I heard him say "Oh yes, you're a
natural"  and I was happy he seemed to be enjoying it.  When he said that he
pulled his cock from my mouth and I was confused as he said it was good but
then he said "Lick my balls Ray"

His balls were like two big heavy plums and as I did my best to lick them I
felt his now wet cock rubbing in my forehead.  After a while my lips and
mouth were really wet from the licking and he moved back a little and said
"Suck my cock again".  I was happy to.  He seemed to be leaking a lot from
his slit and was sticky as my lips moved over him and now could feel his
hard throbbing on my tongue.  All of a sudden I felt him grip my shoulders
and say "OH YES!"  and as my mouth filled up he whispered "Swallow it" .  I
didn't know what was happening but tried to swallow as fast as I could and
felt some leak out onto my chin.  He kept his cock in my mouth for a short
time and then took it out and I saw it was semi-hard now and really wet and
sticky.  Uncle pulled me to my feet and said "You were so good then.  But
this is our secret remember." I agreed and didn't know who he thought  I
might tell but I wasn't going to tell anyone.

My little cock was still hard and he said "Now let me do it for you".  He
stood me on the steps he had been using and he opened his mouth and as it
closed over me I felt his hot breath.  I had never felt like this before ,
it felt fantastic and as his tongue licked me e kind of sucked at the same
time and moved my foreskin back.  What was happening to me.  I had never
felt this good and then I was cumming!  He stayed over me all the time and I
put my hands on his head and said "Oh Uncle, that was so good".  He finally
moved away from me ad now my cock was almost back to normal size and he told
me to pull up my shorts.  As I did so he put his hand on my bare butt and
said "That feels beautiful".  After this experience he made me promise again
not to tell anyone and said we could it again anytime we wanted to and to
visit him at his home.  He paid me for helping him and when I got home my
mom asked of I had been good and when I told her Uncle had paid me for
helping him she he shouldn't have paid me anything but that he must have
been pleased with  me.  I just smiled and said I knew he was.


Not long after my first incident I used to have some form of sex fun  with
my uncle John almost every week and sometime twice a week but much depended
on if he could get to my home or if I had to go to his.  He worked long
hours but I sometimes went to his house not knowing if he would be there or
not but if he was as soon as he opened the front door and saw me he knew why
I was there.  He would tease me a little and after I had taken off my jacket
he would take me into his living room and sit me on his lap and ask why I
had called.  I would have an arm around his neck and tell him that I wanted
to see him and to know he was OK.  Of course as I was on his lap he would
unzip my trousers and put his fingers inside to feel me  or if I was wearing
shorts he would push his hand up under one of the short legs and feel me
this way.  He would move me about on his lap as we kept talking and usually
he would ask me to unbutton his shirt.  I remember his chest was quite hairy
and he felt good and had a manly smell.  Of course as I was unbuttoning his
shirt he would be doing the same with me and taking it off.  He used to
stroke my boyish body and his big hands on me felt good.   He would pull me
on to him and his chest hair against my smooth body always felt good.  Of
course both his hands were free and as I could feel him getting hard through
his trousers it would excite me and he would undo my shorts or trousers and
tell me to stand up so that he could pull them down.  He would always open
his legs wide for me to stand in between them so that I could stand there
and face him as he pulled them down to my ankles.  I always enjoyed this as
I knew he liked to look at me and he always looked pleased when he saw me.
I always wore white cotton Y fronts then and of course my  little cock was
always very hard under the cotton covering.   He would turn me around so
that my back was to him and then pull my Y fronts right down to my ankles
and tell me to step out of them but to still stand with my back to him.   As
I did that I would often hear him say to himself  things like "Oh yes, you
are my favourite boy"  or "You have such a beautiful ass"  and other things.
He would reach out and put his hands on my sides and then stroke me down to
my legs and then start stroking me again.  Sometimes when he was doing this
he would tell me to part my legs open and stroke the insides of my legs and
run his hands over my little ass.  After a while he would put a hand under
me and take hold of my balls and cock, which was hard,  at the same time and
pulling me backward to him he would kiss my ass and say "You are so sweet"
"You know I want you don't you"  I would say "Of course Uncle John and I
want you too"   At this point he would tell me to turn around and to look at
his reward to me for being a good boy!  It was his kind of game really, but
I enjoyed it all as well.

When I turned around he would lay back in the arm chair and watch me look at
the bulge in his trousers.  I was always fascinated how it moved and always
looked so big, and then he would say "Go on.  Take it out.  You know you
want to.  Let me see what you can do with it."

Shall I continue.  Maybe I have said enough already? Your comments are
welcome if you want to get back to me e'mail me at headmanray@btconnect.com