Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2013 17:59:21 +0100 (CET)
From: Patrick Summers <p.summers@web.de>
Subject: Serving Uncle Austin part 1

Spring Ridge Farm


There wasn't much that my Uncle Austin didn't do for me.

He didn't buy me an X-Box, but then he knew that I tended to lose interest
in those kinds of games pretty fast. He didn't let me have my own pony, but
all of the horses at the Ranch were sort of mine, so I didn't really need
one that exclusively belonged to me. He didn't let me have ice-cream for
dinner and he never allowed me watch movies rated PG- 13 or higher.

It was sort of a novelty, to have all these rules to live by, and at first
I had rebelled against them. But Uncle Austin was nothing if not patient
and had me abiding to them in the shortest time.

Truth was, I'd probably done a lot more than go to bed at the agreed time
to make my Uncle happy. I had what some would call a crush on the man that
had taken me in after my Mom had been put to jail almost a year ago. He was
a very handsome mid-30s guy, with the slightly careworn roguish looks of a
Marlboro cowboy and the sort of wicked humor that I'd always known to
appreciate.

And what was even more important was the rather significant fact that he
seemed to honestly care about me. He made me do my homework before sending
me outside to play with the various animals on the farm, and prepared
healthy meals from one of the cookbooks he'd gotten after taking me in.

I was learning to ride and how to take care of the horses and if I hurt
myself or missed my Mom or had some sort of problem, my Uncle was always
there for me. I had my own room, and if the door was closed, my Uncle
always knocked before coming in, and only after I said "Come in".

All in all, it felt like a dream, living on the Spring Ridge Farm. It was
the first real home that I'd ever known, and the love and understanding I
was bestowed upon by my Uncle was a novelty.

Looking back at it now, I guess that what transpired then *was* in a way
unavoidable. I have never wished for things to have gone any different,
even if to this very day, almost 20 years later, I still deal with the
repercussions of what happened that summer.

In a way, staying with Uncle Austin was both the best and the worst thing
that's ever happened to me. But even if given the chance, I wouldn't change
a thing. Because that summer, at the height of my boyhood, I learned how to
be a man. And, more importantly, I learned how to be *with* a man.


* * *


I'd just turned eleven when I first saw Uncle Austin jerking off. I was no
innocent when it came to nakedness and sex, my Mom and I had lived in a
commune for most of my life and there, nobody had been particularly shy. I
learned about nature's way by watching couples go at it right there in the
open and had been touched by both men and women throughout basically my
whole childhood.

I never particularly liked it, but I didn't mind it either. Some of the
other kids at the commune had been pretty crazy about that sort of stuff,
seeking out the so-inclined adults and making them do stuff to them, but
I'd never gotten the appeal.

There had been a few instances where I'd been taken aside for a bit of
`experimenting' as Guru Ray had called it. I knew that men made love juice
with their penises and that they liked to be touched there. Women were
harder to figure out, and based on my experiences, I was pretty sure that I
preferred men, even if I never got that tingly feeling down there my best
friend Steve always talked about.

In retrospect, I'd say that I was a late-bloomer. I didn't enter puberty
until I was almost fourteen, and even though I played with my pecker just
like every normal boy did, it never felt exceptionally good.

That night, it was way past my bed-time. I'd woken up from a strange dream
and couldn't fall back asleep because my mouth felt like it was filled with
sawdust. Climbing out of the awesome red and blue Iron Man bed Uncle Austin
had made for me, I padded along the corridor and down the stairs towards
the kitchen for some water. I hated bathroom water, even if it was a lot
closer.

Taking the chance to sneak a tiny piece of the chocolate we kept in the
freezer, I was about to wander back to bed when a strange sound grabbed my
attention. Following it as quietly as I could, still chewing on my piece of
stolen chocolate, I felt a bit like James Bond and had to suppress a
giggle.

There was a little bit of light spilling out from under the door to Uncle
Austin's study.

Curious, I tiptoed closer, pushing the door open a tiny bit so that I could
peak inside. My Uncle was sitting at his desk, doing something on his
laptop. At first I thought he was working and was about to turn away, bored
already, but then I heard him lose a heavy sigh that was all too familiar.

He was clicking away at something on his monitor that I couldn't see, but
his other hand was moving under the desk in rhythmic movements. "Oh yeah,"
my Uncle sighed, eyes fixed to the screen. "Such a pretty mouth, suck that
big dick."

I grinned, knowing what he was doing, even if I didn't really get why. He'd
turned the laptop such a way that I couldn't see what he was looking
at. There were no sounds coming from the speaker, so either he had it
turned off, or he was looking at pictures only.

As I stood there, I suddenly realized that I had no idea what Ð or who Ð
my Uncle was attracted to. In the commune, I had witnesses all kinds of
things people could like. Men, women, boys, girls, hitting, being hit,
dressing strangely, even playing with dogs and horses had been okay.

Every orientation had been accepted there and it should be a few years yet
until I learned that not the whole world was as accepting as the commune
residents had been.

The next nights, I waited until my Uncle deemed me fast asleep and snuck
downstairs to watch him do his grown-up stuff. It was oddly fascinating to
see him let go like that, especially since I suspected that he was looking
at some very special pictures to make him moan like that.

But even as I continued to watch him for only a few days, it became clear
to me pretty fast that Uncle Austin was getting more and more
desperate. His sessions went on longer every time, his hand moving harder
and faster and there was a desperation to what he was doing that I'd only
ever seen in Guru Ray when he was trying to get one of the girls pregnant
and she wasn't taking.

Still, it was only when one night, about a week after I'd discovered his
strange activities, he broke down crying after coming to a shuddering end,
that I decided to do something about how unhappy my Uncle was becoming.

When I woke up the next morning, I was so tired and bleary-eyed from
staying up so long the night before that I didn't have to fake much to
convince him that I was too sick for school.

Uncle Austin sat at my bed, rubbing a gentle hand through my hair as he
watched me with concern. "I need to take care of the horses, Lee, so I'll
be gone all morning. Do you need anything before I leave? Some tea perhaps,
or a children's Tylenol?"

I gave him a smile, marveling at the loving way he treated me. "Nah, I
think I'll just sleep some more, but thanks. Say hello to Cloud for me,
okay?"

He grinned at me. "You and that stinker of a horse. If I didn't know
better, I'd say that the two of you get along so well just to mess with my
head."

He left soon after that, making sure that I wasn't running a temperature
and leaving strict instructions to not do anything around the house. I
nodded along to everything he said, playing the poor sick child until he
was out of the door.

I waited a few minutes and then I slipped out of the bed and watched from
behind the curtain as my Uncle made his way over to his truck, about to
take care of the horses at the northern slope first it seemed.

As soon as the low rumble of the truck had faded, I was down and sitting at
my Uncle's computer. From experience I knew that it wasn't
password-protected, but it took me while to find what I was looking for. In
a folder named "Manure bills", I hit jackpot.

What I saw stole my breath. In the folder was a bunch of pictures. Even
from the tiny previews I could see that all of them were of young boys,
some even younger than I was, and all of them were either pleasuring men or
showing the evidence of having done so.

Checking the recent documents, I opened the ones my Uncle had been looking
at last. All of them were of a boy that easily could have been my
brother. Same wavy auburn hair, same blue eyes, even the freckles on his
nose looked like mine. We looked very much alike, except that this boy was
doing things that I'd never even known were possible.

In one pic, he was lying on a desk much like the one I was sitting on at
that very moment.  The boy's legs were spread wide and I could actually see
his poophole. It was gaping open, looking red and swollen, and some guy's
love juice was running out of it.

"Oh," I made, suddenly realizing what had been done to the boy. I was
intrigued, if a bit baffled. Surely that had to hurt, right? And it was
sort of icky.

I mentally shrugged, opening the next picture. Still the same boy, but now
he had a man's penis in his mouth. He looked to be licking it, and his lips
were wrapped tight around the pink tip. The man he was pleasuring had a
hand on the boy's head and seemed to be directing it.

I narrowed my eyes. This actually looked like a lot of fun. I didn't mind
the taste of the love juice, even if most of my friends hadn't liked it
much. But no man had ever made me suck it out directly like this.

Clicking through the rest of the pics that showed that particular boy, I
was getting pretty sure that my Uncle probably wanted *me* for this sorta
stuff, and I realized that I didn't mind the thought. After all, Uncle
Austin did so much for me, having him use my body like that in return
seemed a small price to pay.  The idea didn't bother me much. It wouldn't
take much effort and my Uncle wouldn't hurt me, of that I was sure. I
thought of it as a chore, one I already had some experience at.

"What are you doing?"

I started, blushing a little at having been caught. "Um, I just wanted to
find out what makes you feel good."

"What makes me...," he came around the desk to see what I was looking at. I
still had one picture of that boy open that showed him lying naked on a
bed, white streaks covering his chest and face.

Uncle Austin paled. "Lee! That is private stuff. You weren't ever supposed
to see that!"

"But why?" I asked, genuinely baffled.

"Because that's grown-up stuff." Still, my Uncle couldn't meet my eyes as
he leaned over and took the mouse from me. In seconds, he had turned the
computer off. "You should be in bed."

"I feel much better, Uncle A." I'd just recently started calling him that,
and I knew that he liked it a lot.

"And then you decided to come down here and look at my stuff?"

I frowned. "I wanted to see if you'd like me helping you. And you do! That
boy looked just like me, Uncle A. You don't have to look at him when I'm
right here, you know."

Uncle Austin made a face as if something was hurting him. "The judge placed
you with me because he wanted you to be taken care of, and safe from abuse
like this, Lee."

I didn't really know what abuse meant, but what I did understand was that
for some reason, my Uncle was saying no. "But you are taking care of me," I
protested, holding on to his belt so that he couldn't walk away. "And I
know how to do stuff like that, how to make your love juice come out and
make the ache in your penis go way. It's not a big deal, Uncle Austin, and
I really, really want to help."

He groaned. "Lee, come on..."

"It won't hurt me, I promise." I was very confident, too, after all I'd
been touched in places I wouldn't have thought were interesting for
basically my whole life. One guy in the commune had liked to lick my
feet. He'd done it for hours, while slowly stroking his penis.

"You can't know that."  Smiling up at him, I licked my lips the way Guru
Ray had shown me and opened my legs on the chair so that the soft cotton of
my pajama pants was stretched over my small package.

Uncle Austin gasped a little.

"I want to help," I said softly. "You can touch me wherever you like, I
don't mind."

With a moan that sounded like a sob, Uncle Austin finally
surrendered. Pulling me close, he hugged me like he'd done a million times
before, but this time, there was a nervous energy surrounding him that had
never been there before.

That first time, all he did was touch my chest. He groaned as his hands
wandered over my naked skin, lingering over my nipples, flicking and
rubbing them gently. There was a big bulge in his pants that I knew meant
that his penis was happy, but he made no move to touch it, or have me touch
it.

"Such smooth skin," he whispered, breathing hard, panting almost. "So
smooth. Oh god, Lee, you're so beautiful. So hot."

He kept staring at me, one hand wandering up my throat and chin, fingers
dancing over my lips. Darting out my tongue, I licked the tips of them and
Uncle Austin gasped and shuddered, a small wet spot forming in the front of
his pants.

"Such beautiful lips," he whispered, leaning down to smell my neck. "Oh,
Lee, so sexy. My sweet, sexy, baby boy."

My Uncle slowly slipped his thumb into my mouth, groaning when I closed my
lips around it and licked it. "Ahh. Jesus, Lee, your *mouth*!"

Jerking hard, Uncle Austin moaned really loudly and suddenly, the wet spot
on his pants expanded. Leaning over me, he moved my head back a little and
put his lips on mine. I had been kissed before, but never with such
ferocity. Uncle Austin stabbed his tongue into my mouth and licked around
in there and it made wet sounds that he seemed to love.

When he pulled back, his bulge was a lot smaller. Staring at me with
stunned eyes, my Uncle's breathing slowed and I knew that he'd spilled his
love juice in his pants.

"I could have done that," I said, gesturing to the wet stain. "I know how
to touch a happy penis and make it shoot. Next time I'll do it, okay?"

"Next time," my Uncle repeated faintly. "Lee, there can't be a next time."

But there would be, I knew. A lot of men had protested at first in the
commune, but all of them had given it sooner or later. They needed it, I
knew, needed their boys to help them out so that they could feel good
again. I was ready to do that for my Uncle.




TBC

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