Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2004 12:17:38 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: POP FINDS A WAY (INSTALLMENT 2)

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I did not understand what could possibly be going through Uncle Robby's
mind.  I mean he was not just my uncle, he was my godfather, and, as I
understood it, he was supposed to protect me from harm and be there for me
in the event of my parents both passing on.  Yet, ironically at that very
moment, I felt I was going to be hurt by him and my arms were flailing
about as I steadfastly struggled to get away.

Uncle Robby, in response to my rather desperate attempt to escape, quickly
tightened his grasp of me around my waist.  Locked in in a bear hug, I
could both hear and feel his heavy breathing against my upper back and the
nape of my neck.

"Jerry, just stay put young man.  Another move like that and you'll make me
do something I really will regret.  Listen up, your pa is in a bind and him
and I put our heads together and came up with this plan to set everything
right again.  Now you just do your part and go along with things during
your stay here with me."

"What the heck are you talking about?  This is madness, sheer madness.
What plan?"

"I promised your dad that I would get you ripe, I intend to keep my word.
Let him fill you in on the rest.  If I were you, I'd just relax and try to
enjoy things as best you can.", Uncle Robby said in response.

I was feeling very lightheaded.  Uncle Robby was licking and kissing my
shoulders and caressing my upper chest with the palms of his hands as he
began to press his cock against my hole.  "Why was this happening?  Pop's
gasp at the poker game surely must have something to do with all of this.",
I thought to myself.

I was wincing a bit, there was a bit of discomfort and some pain mixed in
with it.  But the cool water flowing into me had certainly lubed me up
considerably, so I was not experiencing what would otherwise have probably
felt like I was being split by a sword. This is what I was thinking as
Uncle Robby thrust the head of his cock inside my virgin hole.  As Uncle
Robby got into a rhythm and was massaging my buns, my thoughts turned to
me, my sexuality and what I was all about.

I was always small for my age.  Just barely sixteen, I could easily pass
for thirteen or fourteen.  A bit scrawny with very little body hair, dirty
blonde hair and sky-blue eyes, I pretty much was getting by: just squeezing
through, in school and life in general, on the basis of cuteness alone.  My
intermediate school had a strict hygiene protocol, everyone attending gym
class must shower daily right after class; and nothing short of a
physician's letter excusing you from it due to illness, etc. would get one
off the hook.  There was a great deal of horseplay in the locker-room,
mostly pats on the back and flicks across bare asses with towels.  I was
shy and did my best to guard my privacy, I did not consider my body to be
particularly attractive and I was still getting used to the changes in my
body, my voice changing, all of these hormonal things.  I recall one day a
classmate of mine from Spanish class said to me that I had one "hot ass",
as he put it.  I thought he was joking, though, come to think of it, Pop
has often said that Grandma, rest her soul, had one really beautiful fanny.
So perhaps I inherited the "wealth", so to speak.  I did not have much
experience with girls and had just been out on a few double dates in which
sometimes the girl gave me a quick peck on the cheek at the end.  I began
to wonder if all of my innocence was now slowly slipping from my grasp.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, baby, that's it, baby, you are a bit tight, oh, yeah,
but I love tight; and you are real good.  You'll make one great slut for
your daddy, really bring in the bucks for him and....uhm...well, for you,
too."  Uncle Robby's voice had a raspy throatiness to it, it left me
feeling as if I did not really know the person matching the voice.  I
looked down into the ripples in the water before me; and saw that my cock,
now fully hard, was floating like a toy sailboat in a tub.

I was a bit startled, to say the least, by Uncle Robby's words.  Their
meaning was gradually sinking in as Uncle Robby himself was sinking in
deeper inside of me.  I was just giving in to things, visualizing as if
looking down upon the scene like during an out-of-body experience and
"seeing" in my mind Uncle Robby powerfully thrusting his massive cock in an
in-and-out motion between my ivory bubble-butt ass cheeks.