Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 13:51:11 +0100 (CET) From: Patrick Summers Subject: Serving Uncle Austin part 2 After that day, my Uncle looked at me a lot. He'd get in the bathroom with me and stare at me when I was naked, but he never touched me in a way that didn't have to do with taking care of me. I was never quite sure what it was that he liked about me. I was a scrawny boy with dirty blonde hair that fell into my eyes every time I moved. I quite liked my eyes - they were hazel-green and kind of pretty - but all in all I wasn't much of a price. My Uncle didn't seem to think so, but I had no illusions about that. He liked me because I was a boy and I was young, not because I was particularly pretty. For a week, he held Uncle Austin kept his distance. He did everything he'd always done, made me cocoa in the mornings and read me a story when it was time for bed. It was as if he'd never caught me looking at his naughty pictures. Well, aside from the staring. I knew it wouldn't last. I remembered his face too well, the one he'd made when his thing had gotten big because of me and I was sure that my Uncle wouldn't be able to help himself for long. I was proven right one night, when I'd settled in bed and he came in to give me my kiss goodnight. As he pressed his lips to my forehead, I heard him breathe in softly and then he froze. He was still bent over me, his big shoulders hovering over me as he sucked in a huge breath and groaned a little. It took me a moment to realize that from the way he was sitting, his package was touching my belly. He was only wearing soft cotton PJ's, so I could feel his hardness very clearly; the way his penis grew in an instant and his breathing grew labored as the hardness pressed against me. The next moment, Uncle Austin had wrenched himself away. He was gone so quickly I could barely hear his mumbled "G'night", his eyes lowered to the ground as if he was ashamed. I didn't follow him this time, but I knew that my Uncle would need my help real soon. I still didn't know why he put up such a fight about the whole thing. After all, there wasn't much that could shock me after everything I'd seen - and done - in the commune and even if this particular game wasn't one I actively enjoyed, it was enough for me to know that I could make the person I loved feel such pleasure. Whatever my Uncle needed from me, he'd get it. I'd make sure of that. * * * The next night, we'd settled on the couch to watch a movie together. From the moment Uncle Austin had sat down with me, I could practically feel his eyes on me as they roamed over my body. He didn't really watch the movie at all, and he looked about as desperate as I remembered Guru Ray had looked, the one time he'd accidentally taken two of the tiny blue pills instead of one. I grimaced a little, hating the thought that my Uncle was in that kind of pain. I knew that a man's penis was very sensitive and that it was vital that it got touched in that special way as soon as possible, but still Uncle Austin made no move towards me. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I pulled my legs onto the couch and curled up against him, all but sitting on his lap but facing the TV. The moment I did, my Uncle let out a soft moan. "Oh, god. Lee, no." I could feel his hardness poke me in the behind and I moved back and forth a little, just like I'd learned to do for the men in the commune. I craned my head to look back at him. "But your thing's happy. And if it gets ignored, it becomes grumpy and you'll be in pain. That's what I'm there for, Guru Ray told me. That's why I have soft hands and a pretty mouth and even the bum-hole can be used. I've seen it!" "Jesus," my Uncle moaned desperately and his thing throbbed underneath my butt as I rubbed it gently. "That's not... unh. It's not right! No, stop, baby, you have to- uh!" "Feels good, yeah?" I said, grasping underneath me to squeeze his length a little. Uncle Austin gasped as I did that and his whole body jerked. "Lee," he protested in a strangled voice, moaning after almost every word. "No. You're only, uh, eleven. You're not, uh, supposed to touch a grown-up like this." "But I really want to," I lied. In truth I didn't care either way, but it was my duty to offer my body. I squeezed him again and my Uncle's penis twitched in my grasp and he whined as if in pain. "I could even lick you," I added after a fault. Uncle Austin's hips thrust up against me hard in response and I knew I had him. "Fuck," he ground out, sounding desperate. "Oh, goddamn. Yes, please, baby, oh *god*." I turned over onto my hands and knees, smiling at him. I still didn't feel anything down there myself and I didn't really get the appeal, but that didn't mean I couldn't make Uncle Austin feel good. Getting his hard penis out of his jeans was a challenge, and when I finally freed it, Uncle Austin groaned and his hips jerked up again, his hardness slapping my face and leaving a trail of wetness on my cheek. I yelped in surprise and put my hands on my Uncle's hip to keep him still. He groaned again, one of his big, calloused hands coming up to cradle my face. "So beautiful," he whispered. "Looks so hot like this, with my cock in your face. Ah, fuck, touch me, Lee, my beautiful boy. I'm so hard for you, can't resist you any longer, my sweet, sexy boy." When I stuck my tongue out and poked the wet tip of his penis, my Uncle cried out softly and a spurt of sticky, clear fluid trickled out. "Ahhhh! Fuuuck, yeeeah!" Encouraged, I licked all the way up and down Uncle Austin's leaking penis, even though I didn't know what I was doing. I'd seen one of my friends do it once, so I remembered to take care of my teeth but other than that I just did what made my Uncle moan the loudest. The sticky stuff tasted funny, but it was alright, so I swallowed it without complaint. "Oh, Lee," my Uncle moaned softly, still holding my head. "Yeah, put the head in your mouth, uh. And suck it, like it's a lollipop É God, yeah that's it! Fuck!" I looked up at Uncle Austin, my lips stretched wide around the tip of his thing. My Uncle's face was slightly pink and his hair was wet with sweat but he looked very happy and his thing throbbed in my mouth, so I knew that I was doing it right. I smiled to myself and sucked harder, poking my tongue into the slit where the stuff came out. My Uncle hissed and more squirted out. I wanted to make a face as I tasted it again, but didn't. I was making my Uncle feel good and that was worth the awkwardness of having something so big in my mouth and having to swallow weird-tasting stuff, so I doubled my efforts. The penis in my mouth throbbed and seemed to get bigger then and Uncle Austin was clenching his hands in my hair. His hips were giving little thrusts as he began to moan loudly, and I thought that he was getting ready to shoot his love juice. I knew that it was important to swallow it all, so I tried to prepare myself. I licked my Uncle's penis a bit more and I even took my hand to the part where I couldn't reach with my mouth and petted him there. "Ahh, fuuuckkk!!" Uncle Austin cried out then and his hips stuttered forward as he let out a long, drawn-out moan and his love juice came shooting out of his penis in quick pulses. I jerked as the hard squirts hit the back of my throat and despite my best efforts, I choked on my Uncle's copious love juice and had to let his pulsating penis slip from my mouth while it was still shooting. I shut my eyes when the last bursts of white, creamy stuff landed on my face. I had heard that it burned in the eyes and I didn't want to risk that. I held still, even as I heard my Uncle's breathing ease. A lot of men liked to see boys covered in their juice, it made them feel even better, I knew, so I didn't try to wipe it away, even though it felt sticky and strangely warm. "Oh, god, Lee," Uncle Austin whispered, still moaning a little every now and then. I smiled, opening my eyes a little. Fortunately, there was no sticky stuff near them, so I could look at my Uncle directly. He was slumped into the couch, and he looked about as relaxed as I'd ever seen him. But even as I watched him, I could see the shadow of doubt creep over his face, and I heaved an internal sigh. "Do you feel better now?" I asked softly, deliberately licking at the corner of my mouth where a bit of his love juice clung to my lip. I was surprised that my voice came out a bit rough and I cleared my throat. My Uncle nodded reluctantly, eyes glued to my lips. His penis was soft again now, and lay like a wet noodle on his belly. I knew that it didn't need much for it to get full and hard again, but I rather hoped that it would stay sated even with what I was about to say. I didn't want my Uncle to get all guilty again, so I wanted to make sure that he knew that I didn't mind what we'd just done. "That was fun," I assured him, going for perky and innocent. "I liked it when you made me swallow your love juice, Uncle Austin. Next time maybe you could even shoot it in my bum? I bet that'd make you feel even better, don't you think?" I could see my Uncle's penis give a switch and get a little fuller, but it didn't seem to be so hard as to hurt him. "Oh, Lee," he whispered, reaching for a tissue to finally wipe away the sticky white stuff from my face. "You're gonna hate me for this one day, but I want it too badly." At the time, I had no idea what he was talking about. It was only when, about 20 years later, I coaxed my nine-year-old son touch my hard cock that I even began to understand what my Uncle meant. Still, at eleven years old, all I could feel was a strange mix of relieve and apprehension. I had never had anything up my bum, and even the mouth thing was new to me. It would take a lot of work to keep my Uncle's penis from hurting him, I thought, but I was ready to do it, all of it. After all, I loved my Uncle very much. * * * TBC Feedback keeps me writing.