Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2004 15:56:22 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: POP FINDS A WAY (INSTALLMENT 3)

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I quickly came to accept that I was not in control over the situation that
I was now in; and that I was in quite a quagmire indeed.  I saw the
direction in which things were heading.  I decided that I had to protect
myself from serious harm.  For the time being, that meant going along with
things.  I knew that I had to piece together just what Pop had done, was
hopeful that I would be able to get some answers from Pop himself.

I did have an attraction for Uncle Robby, though I believed that I had been
very careful in not letting on to him that I was attracted to him in any
deep way.  Well, perhaps I was not as cautious as I presumed, and he had
picked up on me seeing him this way.  I always noticed how he winked or
smiled at me, though I always interpeted that as his playfulness,
completely innocent in nature.

As Uncle Robby's massive cock was still being powerfully thrusted in an
in-and-out motion inside the puckered hollow sunk in in between my
pale-white bubble-butt ass cheeks, I was very much replaying in my mind
like a malfunctioning tape his words: You'll make one great slut for your
daddy, really bring in the bucks ...."

Uncle Robby was once again massaging my buns, I felt more relaxed and more
at ease.  I heard him whisper in my ear as he licked the edge of my
earlobe: "Oh, yeah, that's it, baby, that's it, now just do this for me
baby: Arch your back nice and pretty and say: 'You are the best, I love
deep, I crave deep, you are sensational, make me feel so, so hot.' "  I
inhaled deeply, feeling Uncle Robby's member now striking my prostate
virtually every other stroke.  I slowly arched my back and just let the
words slip off my tongue as if they just were always waiting for the moment
to seep out: "You are the best...love deep...crave...."  I felt Uncle Robby
kiss and lick the nape of my neck; and then I felt his low-hanging balls
raise a bit and tighten against my ass crack.  I knew immediately Uncle
Robby was close.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!  Oh, yeah, oooooooh!!", Uncle
Robby moaned.  Uncle Robby, after about five minutes of fingering and
tweaking my nipples, did ultimately let his now-soft tool plop out from my
hole.  He reached down and began to pump my still-hard cock vigorously.  He
continued pumping me in this manner until I shot off streams of my seed
into the fresh water we were bathed in.  He turned me around; and he kissed
me and I returned his kiss.  It was right after I kissed him that I noticed
Uncle Robby's eyes light up, apparently from the realization that I was
more into things than he had thought.

This was of course still the Labor Day holiday weekend.  So, after drying
off and putting on to stay cool just our cut-offs and sneakers, we headed
back to Uncle Robby's home taking a shortcut trail.  Uncle Robby made small
talk about his plans for us for dinner, saying that he was famished and had
lost track of the time.  Strangely he did not make any reference to
anything that happened between us in the water for the rest of the night.
Uncle Robby, at one point in our chat, asked me if I knew a whole lot about
barbecue.  When I replied: "Well, I know I love to eat it.", Uncle Robby
chuckled and slapped his slight beer belly in delight.

While Uncle Robby set up the grill and was taking care of the barbecuing, I
was arranging the paper plates, condiments, etc. on the wooden-plank
picnic-style table on the side of his home.  Uncle Robby let me help with
some of the other simple stuff, like keeping an eye on the baked beans
heating on the stove jets inside so they did not end up burnt or too dry
and making a ranch-style salad dressing with a few ingredients and a
packaged mix.  While taking care of these loose ends, I thought about Uncle
Robby, his physique, his place in the family, and who, at least up to
before this weekend, I knew him to be in my life.

Uncle Robby, though Ma's steadfast choice as my godfather, is Pop's
youngest sibling and was commonly referred to my Pop in his youth as: "my
baby brother", even till Uncle Robby was a pre-teen.  Uncle Robby and Pop
grew up with their two sisters and one other brother in a loving
middle-class home in rural Connecticut.  Their parents, my grandparents,
long since passed on, were farmers and devout Quakers.  My grandmother
became a widow when Pop was barely twelve; and with limited aid from
extended family members, raised Pop and his siblings virtually entirely on
her own until remarrying when Pop reached age seventeen.  The family did
not have many times, while Pop was growing up, a whole lot of anything and
frequently bowed their heads and did without.  Though Pop always made a
point of stressing to me, especially at holiday time during the winter,
that there may not have been a whole lot of anything else but there was
always a whole lot of love in the home.

Uncle Robby waved and asked me how things were going from my end: "All
under control, Jerry?"

"Yes, Uncle Robby, everything is just fine."

As I gingerly set out the tortilla, potato, and corn chips on the left part
of the table, I found myself looking at Uncle Robby with new "eyes".  I was
pleased that he removed the tight tank top he had put on, apparently
overheated from the grill.  Uncle Robby looked pretty good, considering
that he was already in his early thirties.  With dirty blonde hair worn
long and shaggy like a rock star from the seventies and bright emerald
green eyes, he was about 5 feet 9 inches and had a noticeably husky and
muscular build.  A pleasing treasure trail and tree trunk and branches-hair
pattern on the chest highlighted his bulging rock hard pecs.  Uncle Robby
liked lighthearted banter, loved to collect heart and celebrity-related
memorabilia, enjoyed romantic comedies and action films in movies, and
except for an "occasional" beer resulting in a bit of a gut, was not into
anything involving substance use.  I was always overjoyed to see Uncle
Robby during my early years, and I remember one afternoon when I was seven
when he spent most of it teaching me, who was at the time not particularly
good in any sport, how to play softball.  Uncle Robby is the only member of
my extended family who has ever made it a point of remembering every single
one of my birthdays.  I kept all of his birthday cards to me back then in a
drawer in my room.

To me, the Uncle Robby I knew from before and the Uncle Robby I was now
adjusting to after the skinny-dipping episode were like night and day.
Frankly, I did not want to accept there being anything negative about Uncle
Robby.  I wanted, on many levels, to still love him as my uncle and
godfather, as I had done so to date; and was curious about exploring with
him further just what that kiss we shared in the water meant to each of us.
While grappling with my confusing feelings about Uncle Robby, I heard the
phone ring and asked Uncle Robby if I should get it.

Uncle Robby responded that that was okay, that he would just take the call
from his portable phone he had brought outside.  Uncle Robby walked away
from the grill, leaving me to temporarily mind it, as he headed over to a
flower garden in the rear and out of earshot of me.

Ten minutes into the call, I was surprised to learn that it was Pop on the
phone and that he wanted to speak to me.

Uncle Robby purposefully lingered nearby, so that he would hear every
single word of my end of the call.

"Yes, Pa, I know, I am getting along with Uncle Robby.  Yes, we are having
fun.  Well, just give it to me straight, that's all I ask of
you...what?...I am not following, please go on...You mean to tell me that
you lost both my entire college fund and the entire inheritance from
Grandma in that poker game?...Yes, Pop, I know, I've made mistakes, too.
There has to be another way.  Well, if you say that I should just go along
with everything that you and Uncle Robby have come up with, I guess I will
for now.  But, Pop, I hope you do at least try to find another way."

Uncle Robby, without realizing what he was doing, was grinning away and
licking his lips in anticipation.  In his mind, he was now my instructor of
sorts.  All that was on his mind was "Lesson Number Two" for me and in his
bedroom.  I simply smiled back at Uncle Robby; and, after we had eventually
set down at the table, was genuinely enjoying his company as we dug into
our hardy and savory seasoned meal.