My Uncle Jack-2

By Kal Robbins

Edited by Jeremy Ellington

NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a sexually graphic nature which may not be legal in your area. This story is based on actual events, although some parts have been enhanced for entertainment purposes. If you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.

I was very thankful to my Uncle Jack because he was the best and treated me so well. It's hard to describe how we were together, but he just made me feel like I was the only one around. I don't know if maybe there was something about me, something about my look that said, "I'll never tell! Ever!" I don't know if that made it easier for him to share things with me. I don't think my Uncle Jack did anything with other boys, at least I don't think he did. I know my brothers were there with me at my Grandmother’s house and he didn't do things with them like he did with me.

We were staying with my grandmother the same year Uncle Jack and I drove down to Amarillo in his truck. My dad had to go back to Colorado for a while because of his job. My grandmother would let me stay with Uncle Jack overnight on some weekends.

The first time that I saw his place I thought it was the coolest house! What I can remember of it, it was 3 or 4 railroad cars that had been welded together side by side. He had remodeled the inside so it looked just like a regular apartment. I remember that some of the doors would even slide open on the rail cars, like a sliding door to the bedroom. It was really, really cool!

I remember when he got the Bar and Grille off the ground that I would go to work with him in the evenings those weekends I spent with him. He would have me sit in the back of the bar in a booth that was closest to the kitchen. I remember that it was a darker corner than anywhere else in the bar. There was a TV on the wall and he would give me the remote. I would just be sitting there entertaining myself and every once in a while he would come up and hug me over the back of the bench seat. It was almost like he came up behind me and grabbed me. His hands would caress my chest and he would bend down and ask me if I was okay. He would run his hands down and rub my cocklet through my shorts. Other times he would run his hands down my pants under my underwear and feel me up. I really liked it when he did that. I had no problem with him knowing I had a hard-on for him!

There were several men who would stop and talk to me sometimes when they were on their way to the bathroom. Most of the time they just wanted to know if I was there with anyone, or if I was there by myself. They must have guessed that I was there with Jack… imagine a 7 or 8-year old boy sitting in bar by himself! I guess I must have looked cute sitting there in that big booth, changing the stations on the TV and just hanging out. I wonder if any of those men were attracted to that little kid.

There were a handful of employees who always worked on the other side of the counter. I guess they were his bartenders. The only one I remember clearly was a tall guy named Clint. He was younger than Uncle Jack, but I don’t remember by how much. He was always nice to me, messing up my hair sometimes when he walked by. Sometimes my Uncle would open the place up and sometimes Clint would, so he may have been his business partner.

When it would get late at the bar, Uncle Jack would come up and ask me if I was hungry. When I told him yes, he and I went back into the kitchen. The flattop grill was on the backside of the kitchen and you really couldn't see it because the steam tables were in front of it. He would fix me a little something to eat, and when he knew that I wanted to see his cock, which was pretty much all the time, he would flash it at me. He would unzip his pants, show me his cock, and zip his pants back up. Those times were really quick, and I didn’t really get to do anything with it, but at least I saw his cock!

Even when he came to sit with me in the booth for a few minutes to make sure I was doing okay, he knew that I wanted to see his cock. When he would brush my cock through my shorts, I would brush his cock through his jeans. It was during some of those times that he would say, "Let's go back to the kitchen for a minute." We would go way in the back and he would unzip his pants and let me see his cock. The only time I flashed him was when we were in the bathroom. I never (even today) have peed just by unzipping my pants. I've always unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, and pulled them down a little and exposed some of my ass when I used the bathroom. That's what I did as a kid and I that’s how I still do it today.

When I needed to go to the bathroom he would always take me. The bathroom had two urinals and one stall. I never used one of the urinals, he would only take me into the stall and watch me pee. I would watch him pee too! I always wanted to be able to pee like he did. The view I got from looking down at myself peeing wasn't like it would be if I could see the side view of myself peeing, like I did when I saw my Uncle do it.

Guys would come into the bathroom to use the urinals when Uncle Jack and I were in a stall. I didn’t think anything about it other than just my Uncle taking me to the bathroom. If any of those men had any idea of what we were doing they never said anything, it was probably a turn on for some of them.

Whenever I spent the weekend with him we would always sleep with no clothes on. I would love to cuddle up next to him and stroke his chest and feel his chest hair between my fingers. I think he liked it because he would always get a hard-on. It was almost like the two went together. I would brush my hand against his nipples just because they were there and they were a part of him, knowing now that having his nipples rubbed may have contributed to his hard-on too.

I would lay my head on his hairy stomach and just look at his cock. I loved to watch him stroke his dick. I knew that if I laid there long enough with my head on his stomach watching him stroke his cock that he was going to shoot his load. I could tell when he would be getting close because his breathing would get heavy and his stomach would tense up and he would push my head down closer to his cock. I would be eye level with the head of his cock and I knew I was going to see it shoot. His load would hit his stomach or my face, and I would scoop it up with my fingers and eat it. I’d go down on him without him having to ask so I could suck the rest out of his cock. I couldn't do it for long because his cock would get pretty sensitive after he came.

Sometimes he would just nudge my head down to take his cock in my mouth so he could shoot his cum right inside me. He would keep stroking it to make sure I swallowed his entire load. I just wanted to fall asleep like that; his cum dripping down my throat, his cock in my mouth, and the scent of his hairy body in my nose.

I started eating his cum when we were on our trip down to Amarillo in the 18-wheeler. I loved the taste of his cum. He didn't ever encourage me, but he never stopped me either. The first time I ate his cum was also the first time I watched him jack off. He had splattered it all over his hairy belly and I just had to see what this stuff was that he shot out of his dick. I touched it and rubbed it around on my fingers, then I shoved my fingers in my mouth to taste it. He did ask in the beginning if I liked the taste of it. It told him yes! So, from that time on, anytime he came and I was around he knew I was going to eat it or swallow it! I always loved knowing that I swallowed his cum! Anywhere I went a part of him was always with me!

In bed I would lie on his hairy chest and be looking straight at the head and his pisshole. I would wrap my hands around his big cock and stroke it. Sometimes he would ask me to suck his cock, but then there were other times when I would start to play with his cock and I would just lean down and suck it on my own. I was getting good at sucking it too! I couldn’t quite suck the whole thing, but I could definitely get past the head and I wasn't scraping the head with my teeth anymore. I would slide as much of his shaft in and out of my mouth as I could manage, up and down, savoring the taste. I loved to hear the little moans he would sometimes make while I was sucking him. I’d catch myself moaning too! Sometimes he would pet the back of my head while I sucked him, and other times he would just hold his hand there, not forcing me or anything like that, just keeping contact with me. I enjoyed making him feel good, and I knew that if I did a good job he would fill my mouth with his cum.

When he would suck me he would swallow my cock and nut sack together. It felt great when he did that. In some ways it tickled and I would arch my back upward. He wouldn’t have to move his head very much to stimulate me, he just moved his tongue a lot. I would get this tingling sensation in my cock and I had no idea that I was having a dry orgasm, I just knew that it felt great! He usually gave me several of them over the course of a weekend.

Sometimes he would rub his hands up and down my thighs. It would make me spread my legs open and he would run his fingers over my little hairless boyhole. He would finger it, I think he even inserted his finger a few times, but he did it in a way that it never hurt. It always felt good. He usually did that when he was sucking me, sometimes letting his saliva drip down to moisten my hole. A few times he would run his hand up and down my back when I was sucking him, and his fingers would play a little with my hole. Given the fact of what I know now about guys getting fucked in the ass, I wished I knew then that it would have been okay for a grown man to fuck a 7-year old boy. It might have bled a little bit the first time, but that is what happens when a hairless little boy gets his cherry popped by a man.

In the morning when I would wake up and walk out in the kitchen, there he would be, butt naked in all his glory. My Uncle Jack wasn't a masculine guy, meaning that he didn't have big muscles and that kind of thing. He had more of what you would call today a ‘dad bod’. I could see a silhouette of dark chest hair, and I would follow it down to his cock. It always looked like his cock was laying on a blanket of hair. It was very nice to look at. It wouldn't take me long to get a hard-on and I really didn't care if he saw me with one. I think he wanted me to see him nude! I would walk up to him and give him a hug, pressing my face against his hairy belly. I loved to just stand there and inhale his scent.

These are some of the things that I remember with my Uncle Jack. He was such a good man! I don't mean just sexually, but he was a good mentor, father-figure… just the kind of person that I think every boy dreams of having.

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Just as a reminder to my readers, this isn’t my story, it is Kal’s story. Kal is one of my readers who wrote me and told me he had a few true stories from his youth. I encouraged him to write them down, I edited them for him, and here you have another one of them. The story is 98% + true, I just moved a few things around and added a teeny bit of flavor.

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