Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 20:29:05 -0800
From: Bman <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: My Uncle Paul

My dad was the youngest of three brothers. Stewart was the oldest he lived
far away we didn't see him much. Paul was next and he lived in the same
town about a mile away from our house. He would always baby sit me when mom
and dad went somewhere. Paul was not married anymore I guess he was for a
short time. I don't remember his wife because they were only married for a
year or so.

I was 11 going on 12 and puberty was opening up to me. My cock and balls
had gotten a little bigger over the last year. There was even a small
amount of hair beginning to form down there. Uncle Paul and I had some
secrete games we would play. One was cowboys and Indians. Uncle Paul was
the cowboy and I was the young Indian boy who took him captive.

He sat down in the big wooden chair in the den. I tied his hands behind the
chair and used his handkerchief as a gag in his mouth.

"I am son of Indian chief! I torture white man!"

Then I would unbutton his shirt and pull it open exposing his hairy
chest. He had two big nipples on his chest. I liked to pinch and twist
them. It made him wiggle around in the chair.

There were some clothespins in the top drawer. I always snapped them right
on his hard nipples. Then I would yank them off quickly. I loved his
reaction. He would yelp and his whole body would jerk. Playing with his
nipples always made his dick really hard.

"Indian brave wants to see your dick!"

Then I would pull his pants down to his ankles.

Uncle Paul's dick was really big; I couldn't help grabbing it whenever it
popped out in the open. I loved to play with the big head. Pinching,
pulling and rubbing it. I knew when I saw a little bit of juice come out
the slit that it was not long before he would erupt.

His balls were large too like two oval eggs rolling around in that skin
pouch. I would grab them with my hand and roll them around in my fingers. I
even put clothespins on his ball sac. After a few minutes he would start to
squirm move his hips around. I knew it was time to take them off. I usually
tied his balls up with some string and then tied the string to his feet. If
he moved his feet it tightened the string around his balls.

The big thick shaft of his dick was also fun to pull up and down on. I soon
discovered if I did it long enough and fast enough, he would
ejaculate. That was also fun to watch it run down his dick, over my small
fist and onto his balls. I learned by experimenting on myself when I jacked
off and I soon perfected masturbation on Uncle Paul. I could make his hips
lift all the way off the chair. I could make him shake, shiver and groan
over and over.

Then came the good part. I would take my loin cloth off, exposing my 12
year old erection and get up on the chair. I took the gag out of Uncle
Paul's mouth and let him suck my hard little dick. It was the greatest
feeling in the whole world for me. I was just beginning to produce some
juice but not as much Uncle Paul.

Now, Uncle Paul liked to get spanked but I never understood why until later
on. For a 12 year old getting spanked was the last thing I ever
wanted. Sometimes we went out in the garage for cowboys and Indians. As
before I would capture him and tie his hands behind his back and gag him. I
would walk around my captive.

"Indian brave spank white mans ass!"

There was an old saw horse over in the corner.

I would pull his pants down, bend him over the horse and give him a good
spanking. I had a wooden paddle like a cricket bat and it would turn his
ass cheeks red after about three minutes. When he shook his head I knew he
had enough. That's when I would practice some ball slapping. His balls were
hanging down between his legs just swinging out in the open.

Uncle Paul couldn't move in that position unless I helped him up. I took
advantage of that. Using my open hand, I would gently slap them back and
forth. Then I would grab and yank, making his dick slap against his
stomach. I got pretty good at doing that. I also got his balls use to a
little more punishment.

That also left his pooper exposed. I couldn't resist poking my fingers in
there at first and probing around. Then one day when I had him in that
position I decided to poke my hard dick in there. It was nice and tight and
warm almost like his mouth. It slid in and out so nice and then came that
indescribable feeling. That was the first time I fucked Uncle Paul in the
ass. When I reached between his legs and grabbed hold his big hard dick, he
almost squirted immediately.

By far the most fun we had was camping in the summer. We would go for long
weekends like Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. The summer I turned 14
was the best one ever. We went up in the woods for the weekend and I was
rally looking forward to playing our games. By this time the game had
changed to Prisoner of War!

I would go into the forest and hide while Uncle Paul would look for
me. Suddenly I would jump out from nowhere and take him prisoner. The first
thing I always did was make him strip and gag him. These days I was more
appropriate I used ball gags and leather belts to tie his arms together. I
would make him walk back to camp while I walked behind him. Using a wooden
switch, I would frequently snap him across the ass with as we walked.

If it looked like he wanted more I would walk him around several times
until his ass was red with welts and his cock was rock hard. By this time
his balls were conditioned quite well. I could grab a handful of them and
lead him anywhere by the balls. He had a much better tolerance with
slapping and whipping than when we first started.

Every day we were there I would take him out in the woods naked. This is
where most of our fun took place. I would make him kneel and bend
over. Then I would fuck him real hard. I would tie him to a tree; use a
switch on his cock and balls. Then I would grab his cock and yank as hard
as I could until he ejaculated. I tied a rope between two trees and made
him straddle it. I made it tight up in the crack of his ass. Then I tied
his cock to it.

I went to one tree where it was tied and struck it with a wooden
branch. The vibrations went all the way up his crotch and his dick. Then
there was all the time he sucked my dick. Usually three or four times a day
and the other time I would fuck him. Sex seemed so easy when I was a
teenager. I could get hard at the drop of a hat.

I guess it was all about male dominance that feeling of having power over
someone and making them do anything you want. I think Uncle Paul knew that
and he was content to go along with me. I certainly miss those days with
Uncle Paul and the secrete games we would play.

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