Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2004 20:02:36 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: POP FINDS A WAY (INSTALLMENT 8)

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I just was praying to myself that I was somehow, albeit miraculously, going
to be "saved by the bell".  Frankly, Uncle Robby's latest crazed state was
scaring the heck out of me.  I was wondering what on earth I had managed to
get myself into.

Uncle Robby had managed to pick up the receiver before the ringing had
ceased; and was speaking on the phone in a relaxed state very much
resembling in tone that of chirping birds.  He was very much a showman; and
certainly was not holding back any in pouring on the charm here.  As he
spoke on the phone, he was resting one of his bare feet right on top of the
small of my back, to hold me in place I guess.

"Yes, I am listening, Donnie.  I hear you.  Yes, I am behind you one
hundred percent; and, yes, I am following our original plan to the letter."

l quickly realized that it was indeed Pop, which gave me a faint glimmer of
hope.  But, as I absorbed what followed before Uncle Robby finally hung up,
my heart was sinking; and the reality was once again in my awareness.

"Look, Donnie, I know you miss the kid, I get that.  I am coming back
tomorrow, we are leaving first thing in the morn right after breakfast.
No, I am not roughing up Jerry, he is my godson, for crying out loud.  I
assure you I have everything together here, got all underfoot.  We still
have some of Lesson Two to go yet, I have got to go for now, so long and
get some sleep, please."

I could feel my uncle smirking as he made the comment about having "all
underfoot".  I certainly could feel his toes wiggling just above my ass
crack as he said this.  No question about it, I was definitely dealing with
an individual who had a bit of a sadistic side.  Though it pained me
greatly to acknowledge this, I realized that there was no way that I could
ever take this person at his word.  My best bet was to get home to Pop and
to arrive home without any bruises or other marks; and then to convince Pop
that this plan of his was unnecessary and sheer madness.

"Now where were we?", Uncle Robby huffed.

"Oh, yeah, I remember, now, Jerry, the thing you have to always bear in
mind is this: You can tease all you want; and you have one very hot ass
here, no question about that.  But, ultimately, business is business; and
you must deliver "the goods" as your end of the bargain.  I am going to
treat you here just like the typical client would.  I don't mean to scare
you, boy, though, frankly, that squirming of yours here is getting me good
and hot.  My advice to you is just relax and enjoy it; and, besides, better
if you relax, you definitely won't have any pain then."

I wanted to be home with my friends playing volleyball and goofing off in
the pool.  I chided myself for jumping at the chance to spend the Labor Day
holiday weekend with my uncle.  I turned my head away from the window; and
noticed a slightly mussed teddy bear lying on the floor, I took this to
signify in my mind a symbolic loss of my innocence; and wondered if I were
hallucinating about the stuffed toy being there.

Uncle Robby pounced onto the bed like a wolf pounces upon its prey.
Repositioning himself between my legs, he began to suck, lick, and kiss
every single inch of my ass cheeks.  Then he spread my ass cheeks, so that
my pinkish pucker of a hole was lewdly exposed to him.  I clawed the
sheets, thrashing about; and not able to understand at all how my uncle
could be so unconcerned with my obvious distress.

I felt something slick, wet, and slinky begin to permeate my hole and then
dart in and out of it like a child eluding discovering in a game of
hide-and-go-seek.  I noticed that the deeper this thing darted into me, the
greater the tingly sensation I experienced.  It was a mixture of pleasure
and arousal combined with unrelenting stimulation, I hated the feeling and
yet loved the feeling at the same time.  Mainly I hated the feeling because
I felt like I was too much out of control and the pleasurable stimulation
often was in excess of what I ideally would prefer.  But I loved the
feeling, at the same time, as it felt like I had eaten a box of chocolates;
and, as a result, all of the endorphins floating about in my brain were
giving me a most uniquely pleasurable experience, like a natural high of
sorts.

I just guessed it must be Uncle Robby's tongue, as I could feel his nose
nuzzling the deep cavern amid my buns.  I wondered why Uncle Robby was so
silent.  Was he purposefully trying to frighten me?  Or were clients
actually like this?  Could any amount of money I would receive truly be
worth the cold, silent client ripping from me what I usually would reserve
only for a lover?

Uncle Robby's saliva had somewhat moistened my hole.  I heard what sounded
like the crinkling of a wrapper right between my legs.  I felt something
hard forcefully pressed against my hole, something that had the texture of
a latex glove.  I felt Uncle Robby's hands grip my hips.  In one crisp,
clean stroke he rammed his entire member totally inside me, so that his
balls and sac were already slapped against my crack.  I bit down hard on
the pillow rather than yelp out in pain, I could feel quite easily that no
lube had been placed inside me or otherwise used by Uncle Robby.  I
realized that Uncle Robby was wearing protection, I think I understood why:
A client, especially one with a spouse or family, would probably use
protection just to be safe or feel safer.  But why no lube?  Would I be at
the client's mercy and treated like a cheap piece of meat?

The more questions I asked myself, the more a part of me dreaded knowing
the answers; and, as they say: Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Uncle Robby was unrelentless in his screwing of me; and though I was in no
way rooting for him, there was a part of me that was impressed by his
ability to complete about thirty to sixty thrusts in and halfway out in no
more than ninety seconds.  By the time he was through, I yearned for the
comforting warmth of a warm bath.  Well, such solace was not meant to be,
as Uncle Robby had, apparently in exhaustion, after releasing his seed deep
inside my inner sanctum, collapsed on top of me and immediately fell
asleep.  I dreamt during the remainder of the early morn that I was
enveloped by a warm, pillow-soft comforter during a nippy wintry night,
though what I was actually enveloped with was the warmth of Uncle Robby's
torso still glistening with a fresh layer of manly sweat and still
vibrating with residuals of manly lust.

Upon the two of us awakening about the same time, a little after 9:30 AM,
Uncle Robby proudly declared me to be "ripe".  I did not know what he meant
by that, though seeing the smile etched upon his countenance as he
designated me such, I just figured it must be something good and smiled
back.  Uncle Robby was now "Mr. Hyde" again, so it seemed.  Realizing this
to be so, I breathed to myself a sigh of relief.

Uncle Robby lovingly prepared a warm lavender-scented bubble bath for me;
and insisted I take a nice long soak.  We ate breakfast somewhat hurriedly,
though I did enjoy the leftover french toast quickly reheated; and it was
particularly delicious with the Vermont maple syrup.

I was very careful not to let on to Uncle Robby that my feelings for him
had completely changed, that I no longer wanted anything to do with him
whatsoever.  For one thing, I did not want to anger him.  For another, if
what I found myself involved in upon returning home was too much to handle,
I did not want to kill my chances of any aid coming from Uncle Robby.  Deep
inside I knew that his promise of me being in the arrangement with Pop for
no more than a year was one that was completely worthless.  I was destined
to be a slut for Pop indefinitely as a result of the plan Uncle Robby came
up with with Pop.

This was my reality, so I figured I just might as well wake up to that.

Still, when I did get home, just as soon as Uncle Robby dropped me off
outside of the humble porch that was part of my home, I ran through the
door and immediately embraced Pop as he stood silently waiting there.  All
seemed to be happening in slow motion at this point.  Pop responded by
slowly wrapping his arms around me in a very tender and protective way.  I
looked up into his eyes; and though I did not know exactly what I was
searching for, I did see, and, gratefully so, in them an expression of
warmth.  As he began to recount to me exactly what had transpired the night
of the poker game, his version of things, I thought to myself this: that
perhaps, just perhaps, while I was away, Pop had looked within himself for
answers and had managed by some miracle of miracles to find another way.