Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 21:28:55 -0500
From: roxy@accesstoledo.com
Subject: Sit on my nose, Part I

My mother's brother lived with us while I was growing up. During the week,
life went on as usual: Me with school, dad and Uncle Ray went to work and
mom did the housework. But Saturday night belonged to me and Uncle Ray. Mom
& Dad always went out on Saturday night and Uncle Ray was left in charge. I
really looked forward to my evening with my uncle. The excitement of the
anticipated evening would build all through the week and I couldn't wait to
see Mom & Dad climb in the car and leave on Saturday night.

The first thing Uncle Ray would say was, "Ok boy--time for your bath." He
didn't have to remind me but I always waited for his direction and then I
would race upstairs to the bathroom, draw a tub of water and take my bath.
(Mom always marvelled that my uncle had no trouble getting me in the tub).

While I was drying off, I could hear the lights and the TV being clicked
off, the doors being locked for the night and then his footsteps on the
stairs.

"You finished with your bath? Good. Keep your towel on now." He would head
for my room and I followed right behind him.

"You want to play tonight sport? We haven't seen much of each other all
week. How did you do in school this week. Getting good grades I hope. Not
giving the teachers any trouble?"

I would stand in front of him while all this chatter went on, giving one
word answers or just shaking my head while he casually unwrapped my towel
and finished drying me off.  "Did you take a good bath? All nice and
clean?" Then he would kneel on the floor hug me very tight. The feeling of
those very strong arms wrapped around me is indescribable and I have never
felt as safe or as warm since.

 "You want to play before you go to bed? How about 'sit on my nose'. You
like that one don't you?" He would get off the floor and laid flat on the
bed. "Get your stopwatch out of the drawer. How long do you think you will
last tonight? One minute, two minutes. Ahh, I betcha you can't do three!!"

I would tingle all over with excitement and quickly get the stopwatch out
of my drawer and climb on the bed. "Ok boy, get into position and start the
watch when you are ready." I stood on the bed facing the foot board with my
uncles head between my legs and slowly lowered myself in a squat position.
His huge warm hands would grab my hips and guide me until my asshole was
resting on his nose. I always got goosed the first time and he would laugh.
He would lower me down again until his nose was right on my asshole with me
in a kneeling position to support myself. I remember him taking in a deep
breath through his nose when I was in position and I loved the feeling of
that air moving around my asshole.

"You start the watch when you are ready and remember you have to stay on my
nose. If you stand up or start to laugh, be sure to stop it so we know if
you have won or not. Why are laughing already? We haven't even started yet.
Ok, now take a deep breath; now let it out; now another; let it out. You
can do it boy!"

The tension would mount but I would finally pull my courage together and
start the watch. As soon as he heard the click, I could feel his tongue
start moving around my balls. Oh man did that tickle. I had to keep from
laughing for at least 2 minutes or we had to start over--that was my last
record and he was unmerciful. He ran his tongue everywhere it could reach.
I thought I would explode. The only way I knew to keep from laughing was to
hold my breath but I knew I couldn't stop breathing for that long. I kept
glancing at the watch wishing it would move faster. My heart was racing and
I had to keep choking back the laughter.

I don't remember if I won that night or not; I just remember how much fun
it was and how much I liked my uncle. We played that game (there were
others too) for a few more years until I was older and started to erect and
then quite naturally, we stopped. No brick wall, no thunder--it was just
time to stop. We never discussed our "games" and as the years went by, I
wondered if it really happened at all. But it did happen and I still think
about him and the games when I am cranking a load and wish the fun didn't
have to stop so soon.