Date: Mon, 12 Apr 2004 17:00:48 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: POP FINDS A WAY (INSTALLMENT 6)

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"I will, as you wish, make love to you, Jerry.  I will make it really,
really special for you and I...", Uncle Robby whispered into my ear in a
very soothing tone.

I thought, for a moment, that perhaps I was dreaming.  Then, realizing that
I was very much awake, I began to wonder if Uncle Robby, who now wanted me
to call him simply 'Robby', would ever truly love me in the way that I was
certain that I loved him.

In my mind I was repeatedly questioning whether Uncle Robby would ever drop
these plans that he and Pop had set in motion.  I guess I thought, in my
mind, that I could just seduce Uncle Robby and, in the process, make him
want to forget all about such plans.  I certainly did not consider myself
to be a slut in the making, though, yes, I do admit we all, well, almost
all, have our unusual sexual fantasies.

"I love you, Robby.", I softly crooned in a strikingly sing-song manner.

Uncle Robby did not respond and, though I think he did hear me, all he did
was resume busily licking my cheeks.  I took yet another deep breath just
as I began feeling one of Uncle Robby's probing fingers implanted between
my ass cheeks penetrate my hole.  Still of course totally nude and lying on
top of me, it was impossible for me to think of anyone or anything else but
Uncle Robby.  I subconsciously closed my eyes when, abruptly, with one
quick yank, Uncle Robby pulled down my thong until it was practically level
with my ankles.  I could feel Uncle Robby beginning to hump my pubes,
though he was doing so very gently and very lightly.  I felt at ease with
him; and was doing all I knew to do to help me just relax, let go, and
enjoy.  I figured that I could at least have a magical memory to take home
with me of Uncle Robby making love to me, assuming my plans to remain did
not fly.

Uncle Robby's continuous panting rang in my ears.  I enjoyed the sensation
of his breath against my body; and I was titillated by the pleasurable
licking alternated with sucking of virtually every inch of my body and was
especially turned on by the oral attention given to my nips.  My breathing
was becoming more pronounced as Uncle Robby continued in his lustful quest.
"Say it!  Say it!", I heard him demand as I was exhaling.

"I'm afraid.  Please...."

"Just say it, Jerry.  I won't let you get hurt.  Just say it."

"Okay, I will say it, but don't ever tell Pop I did, please, okay?"

"Yes.", Uncle Robby hastily replied.

"I love you, yes, I...ehr...love you."

Uncle Robby laughed at my earnestness, confiding: "I heard you say it the
first time you did, I just wanted to make sure of your sincerity.  But,
Jerry, you have made me so very happy, so unbelievably happy.  I did not
intend for all of this to happen, but, yes, I think I am in love with you."

Uncle Robby began kissing me forcefully and with open mouth.  My mouth, in
turn, opened wide; and without even a moment's hesitation my uncle thrust
his tongue deeply into the warm cavern of my mouth and in moments our
tongues were intertwined like long lovers embracing after unexpected
extended separation.  I was only sixteen years old, I kept reminding
myself, and, though with one pretty nice butt, I was really scrawny and you
could even see my bones, my rib cage, as I raised my arms.

Uncle Robby raised my arms above my head, pinning me down as I nervously
squirmed.  I do not really know why I was squirming like that, I guess I
just had some anxiety, some tension, even though consciously I did not
think I was particularly nervous.

"Jerry, just let go and relax, it's okay, you don't have to always be in
control."

"What an ironic choice of words, indeed, as with this type of setup, how
could one possibly be in control?", I though to myself.  Yet, at the same
time, I did understand, I have always had problems with trust and letting
go.

Uncle Robby, seeing me lying still and in his mind. I suspect, submitting,
loosened his grip on my wrists and eventually in the moments to follow
removed them completely.  I never really thought I was the bondage type,
frankly, yet I have to admit there was something about being held down that
was getting me all hot, all aroused, all on fire.  Uncle Robby looked as
good as ever, especially considering that he was already about thirty-two
or thirty-three.  Though the room was not quite fully illuminated by the
candles, I could still observe all of his wondeful traits: The dirty blonde
hair worn long and shaggy like a rock star from the seventies and the
bright emerald green eyes, the noticeably husky and muscular build, and
even the pleasing treasure trail and tree trunk and branches-hair pattern
on the chest highlighting his bulging rock hard pecs.  I enjoyed the soft
cuddly feel of Uncle Robby's beer belly and, as Uncle Robby intently once
again began humping my pubes, I found its softness to be very, very
comforting.

I was now looking up into Uncle Robby's eyes and getting very turned on;
and that, in turn, was getting me more than a bit turned on.  Perhaps I
should have held off a bit more as to expressing my true feelings for my
uncle, though of course one cannot control for whom the heart beats.  My
torso now being bathed in a shower of licks and wet, sloppy kisses, as
Uncle Robby's love-making progressed, I now felt reassured as to the timing
of my revelation being good.  I gripped the pillow as Uncle Robby engulfed
my warm modest four-inch semi-hard member in his eager mouth.

I was very much in the moment, every flick of the tongue around the head of
my cock, every lick of the underside of the shaft of my cock, ever intense
sucking on the head of my cock, was transforming me into part of Uncle
Robby.  A myriad of pleasurable sensations sent stirrings through me,
stirrings which were richly intensified as Uncle Robby gripped my sac and
rolled my balls arounds between his slippery fingers.  The thing within me
that would ordinarly say "Stop" was for reasons I did not know saying "Go"
and without any reservation.

As Uncle Robby sucked me harder and harder, I could feel beads of sweat
dampening my chest and an urgent feeling radiating throughout my loins and
pubes.  It was abundantly clear that Uncle Robby did not intend to release
my cock anytime soon, so I just haphazardly warned him that I was about to
cum.  I remember his eyes beaming, as if with unspoken immeasurable delight
that I was somehow blessing him with, as I screamed:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  I'mmmmmmmmm cummmmmmminnnnnnn'!", screaming
this with most audible moans and sighs in between the syllables.  I closed
my eyes for a second or two, I could feel Uncle Robby sucking me clean and
I could hear the sounds from his throat as he gulped down pools of my cum.
I was not quite sure, though, to me, it felt as if I had released about
three heavy loads, loads I definitely could not have handled in my own tiny
mouth.

Swallowing my seed seemed to give Uncle Robby a new-found zest; and though
he continued to be gentle in my handling, it seemed as if he was doing the
rest with me at a frenetic pace.  I remember him pausing briefly to grab a
tube from the top drawer of his night stand, a tube of lube I guessed
correctly.  I saw him slather globs of lube all over his impressive cock,
now fully hard and about eight or nine inches or at least appearing so in
length.  The mushroom head was intimidating to me, I could barely
comprehend how he had managed, with its girth, to get the head inside of me
the first time.  I did not really want to relive in my mind the first time,
so I quickly pushed that thought away from my awareness.

I should have suspected something was up when Uncle Robby grabbed a second
full tube of lube from the floor; and upon spreading my ass cheeks and
inserting the plastic tip directly into my hole, all the while my legs
having remained in the position he just had put them, dangling loosely atop
his shoulders, he squeezed in virtually the entire tube.  Uncle Robby was
insatiable.  There were about one hundred to one hundred and fifty thrusts
in and no more halfway out once Uncle Robby got his head popped in.  I
don't remember all that occurred, I was truly in ecstasy.  But I do
remember being in several positions, each greatly turning me on: First, I
was in the one where my legs were raised up high as described; and the eye
contact with sexy Uncle Robby was both sweet and romantic.  Then, I was
lying flat on my belly, my legs spread moderately apart, and my buns were
soothingly caressed the most while positoned like this.  The slapping of
Uncle Robby's sac and balls against the center portion of my fleshy ass
sent shivers of pleasure up and down my spine.  It felt as if my prostate
was being hammered with virtually every other stroke.  Finally,
repositioned on all fours and with Uncle Robby gripping my hips tightly and
reaching under me to caress my chest, belly, and cock, I was educated as to
the pleasures of doggy-style sex.  The sweat from Uncle Robby's hairy chest
coated my entire back as it dripped down to my ass crack.  The vibrations
from the shaking of the mattress we were on became internalized within me
as Uncle Robby became more and more in full-wing in satisfying his lusty
desires.

This was very different than the first time, the time Uncle Robby had taken
my cherry, so to speak.  Not just because we were not in the water.  It was
different because Uncle Robby took the time to express his tenderness to
me, even nonverbally; and he was very careful to make sure that I was
deriving as much pleasure, if not more, from whatever we engaged in.  He
frequently would take pauses and ask how I was doing and/or verify that I
was not in any great pain or discomfort.  As the weight of the night became
overwhelming, I fell asleep tenderly wrapped in Uncle Robby's loving furry
arms; and, in truth, if it were up to me, I gladly would have remained just
like that forever.

For me, the sweetness turned out to be short-lived.  Uncle Robby filled me
in over breakfast on the grim realities of what he and Pop shared.  Uncle
Robby ran his fingers soothingly through my rumpled brown hair; and I could
feel tears of disappointment well up in my eyes.  It seems that Pop and
Uncle Robby had shared a rather sordid past growing up.  While not that
many details were provided, I gathered that Pop had bailed out Uncle Robby
from jams he found himself in countless times throughout Uncle Robby's
teenage years.  Mostly, it was stuff involving childish pranks,
roughhousing, or being picked on by bullies at school or elsewhere to the
point that the younger of the pair needed protection.

"Jerry, I am sorry, but you will just have to go along with things for now.
I can't just chuck the plan your pa and I came up with.  Yes, I know it was
my idea originally, but I owe your pa some, we both do; and, besides, he's
blackmailing me, he has the goods on me from way back, I can't say anything
more about that to you.  The less you know better.  But I promise you, I
will do all that I can to keep you from harm's way; and I will try my
darnedest to make it so that you bringing in the bucks for you and my dear
brother this way goes on for no more than a year."

Yet, taking Uncle Robby at his word and not really seeing I had much of a
choice, I got myself into good spirits and top form for the night to come.
"Lesson Two", or, in layman's terms, "The ABCs of being a pleasing slut", I
accepted as inevitable, and, upon doing so, gave in once again to making
the best of things.  The silky diamond-patterned ocean blue thong I
discovered on the foot of my bed upon returning to my room in the
mid-afternoon served as a reminder of what the evening ahead was to entail.

As I gazed out the window on a serene country scene, I wondered what Pop
was busy with back home, secretly wishing upon my return that he would
blurt out that he had indeed, as I had hoped, found another way.