Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2003 12:28:35 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: The Dream - chpt 2 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! --- CHAPTER 2 --- When Peter was finished, he looked up at Tim and said, "There's always bullies...that's just the way it is." The fire in Tim's eyes grew hotter. "Not while I'm around, Buddy! Come Monday morning, you're bully will get to meet me!" --- Monday morning indeed arrived, and with a vengeance. The sky had darkened over, and thunder could be heard in the distance. Already a light sprinkling had moistened the ground, and as the sky continued to darken, Peter pulled back the bedroom curtain, already knowing what he would see. Instead of the bright sunrise, the sky appeared to be preparing for nighttime. Peter sank back into bed, hoping that somehow the Gods had reversed time, and it was still the weekend. The knock on his door proved otherwise. "Awake?" Tim called out, slowly opening the door. "Yeah, but don't wanna be!" Peter grumbled. "Well, let's get a move on. Your mother would kill me if you were late for school." "Oh yeah...being late for school is so terrible!" Peter responded, mocking Tim's demeanor. "Okay, Smartass, suit yourself. I just figured we'd pay a little visit to your buddy Sam, before I take you to school. But, if you want to just be lazy and keep getting your ass kicked, I guess it's okay with me." Tim turned and started to walk out the door. "No, wait, I'm up, I'm up!" Peter jumped from the bed, dressing in his usual sleeping attire: nothing! Tim scanned the boy casually as Peter scrambled through his room, throwing together a mismatched assembly of clothes. Peter was scarcely aware of his nudity until he caught Tim's eye. "I'll only be a minute and then we can go," Peter said, holding the boxer shorts in front of his naked crotch. "Okay. I'll get your lunch. Hopefully, this rain holds up until I get you to school." Tim smiled at Peter, who returned the smile, and then Tim left Peter alone to get ready. Tim closed the door behind him, and then readjusted his tightening crotch. --- Saddled onto the motorcycle, the two sped off toward the regular bus stop. The motorcycle engine rumbled louder than the approaching thunder, and the vibrations through the seat made Peter's dick stiffen. "Where?" Tim asked. "Right there. See those kids?" Peter pointed. "Which one's Sam? Oh...never mind." Tim smiled to himself. It was clear to him which boy was the heartless bully that Peter had described. In fact, while waiting for Peter to arrive, Sam had already found another helpless boy to pick on. Sam had just pushed the boy into a sloppy mud puddle, when they pulled up. Tim revved the engine hard, as he coasted the motorcycle to stop in front of the kids. Some even covered their ears, and looked fearful, until they recognized Peter. "Peter? Wow, cool motorcycle!" One of the boys admired. "Who's your friend, Peter?" Mary asked, still a little frightened. "This is my Uncle Tim," Peter said proudly. "You must be Mary," Tim smiled, sticking out his hand. "A pleasure to meet you." Tim shook the thin girl's hand, and she gently smiled. "And this must be Sam. How do you do, Sam?" Tim stuck his hand out, and Sam, hesitant at first, shook Tim's hand. Tim grabbed Sam's hand tightly, spun him around, and threw him to the ground, face first into the same mud puddle Sam had just used. It all happened so fast, that everyone gasped in surprise. Except for Sam, who was gurgling in the water like a baby. Tim let Sam up a little, so he could breath, and Sam started cursing and yelling, and Tim pushed him into the puddle again. The next time Tim let the gruff boy up, he was a bit quieter. "Peter tells me you're the tough guy around here. Beating up on little kids." Tim said, gritting his teeth. "Pit Boy lies!" Sam yelled out, and Tim dunked him in the dirty water again. "All right, all right!" Sam whimpered, spitting out the dirty water. Tim lifted the boy to his legs, almost effortless. The other kids stepped back to avoid the spray of water from Sam. "It's not nice to be a bully, Sam. You never know when somebody bigger will come along and do the same to you. You get the picture?" Tim was still holding Sam's hand, and also the back of his collar. "And let your buddies at school know that Peter here is not to be messed with. Got it?" Tim shook the boy a little. "Yeah, I got it, I got it!" Sam said, his voice cracking behind impending tears. "Good! Let's go, Peter." Peter and Tim got back on the motorcycle and Tim started the engine. As they began to drive away, Peter looked back at the other little boy Sam had picked on. The two boys smiled at each other. A victorious day for bullied kids everywhere. Even Mary seemed pleased that her bully brother finally got a taste of his own medicine. --- For the first time that Peter could remember, he spent the entire day at school in peace. No one tried to trip him, no one took his lunch money. No one pushed him into the bathroom for the beloved traditional "swirley" with his head in the toilet. Nothing. In fact, a couple of times, Peter was sure that it was a trick, and found himself looking over his shoulder. But the entire day...nothing. He saw Sam at lunchtime, and as he walked into the cafeteria, Sam made a hasty exit out. Peter smiled and felt a warm glow inside him. Even in Mrs. Debtwhiler's class, Peter found a new confidence that he hadn't felt before. When Mrs. Debtwhiler asked for a volunteer, Peter rose his hand proud and high. Uncle Tim had managed in only a few moments, to give Peter the chance of his dreams. Indeed, when the last bell of the day rang, Peter felt a little sad that the school day was ending. But the bit of sadness didn't last, as he walked outside to find Uncle Tim, waiting by his motorcycle to escort Peter home. "How was your day?" Tim asked. "GREAT!" Peter exclaimed. "The best day ever!" A loud clap of thunder boomed overhead, and Peter ducked down, as though hiding from mortar fire. "That was close. We better get home before the sky opens up." Tim jumped onto the motorcycle and fired up the engine. Peter quickly strapped on the helmet, and climbed on behind Tim, wrapping his arms tightly around Tim's waist. They sped off toward home, but not in time. The lightening flashed and clouds opened up, pouring buckets of heavy rainwater onto them. It was only a couple miles home from school, but by the time they arrived, they were soaked to the skin. Once inside, Tim said, "I don't know about you, but I gotta get out of these wet clothes." Peter smiled, "Yeah, I'm soaked." Peter headed to his room, as Tim started undressing right there in the living room. Peter stopped and watched for a moment, as Tim removed his wet shirt. Peter's eyes widened as the wet fabric was pulled from Tim's chest. His skin shined from the rain, and his broad muscles and solid chest were coated with a thin layer of dark curly hairs. Peter was so transfixed on his Uncle's physique, that he hadn't noticed he was staring. "Aren't you going to take off those wet clothes? You don't have to be shy around me, you know." Tim smiled at Peter, snapping the boy out of his trance. "Huh? Oh yeah." Peter giggled, and began to follow his uncle, removing his wet shirt and tossing it to the floor. Peter stopped and watched as his uncle unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and after unzipping them, let the wet jeans fall to the floor. Tim kicked them aside and watched as Peter then removed his pants and tossed them into the same pile. Now the two stood there, glistening wet, with only their soaked underwear covering their rising erections. Tim slid his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slipped them down his muscular legs. As soon as they hit the floor, he kicked them into the pile. Peter couldn't help but smile. He was nervous and excited at the same time. Just like his uncle, he slid his thumbs into the narrow waistband of his boxers and slid them to the floor, kicking them into the wet pile. Peter's dick sprung to full attention and he could feel his face redden. "That happens to me all the time." Tim smiled at him. "I should get some dry clothes on," Peter said, turning toward his room. "You can if you want," Tim said, stretching out on the couch. "I'm just gonna let it all hang out for awhile. I just love being naked." Peter turned toward his uncle in time to see his dick rise to full attention. Tim grabbed his hard cock and pulled on it a couple of times. "Got to give little Tim here some air every once in a while, you know?" Peter smiled again, amazed at how comfortable his uncle was. Not only with being nude in front of Peter, but with a fully erect cock too. Peter moved closer to the couch, and Tim repositioned himself, giving Peter a place to sit. "Want to watch a movie?" Tim asked, flipping on the television. "Sure," Peter said, settling in on the couch next to Tim. Peter sat straight up, so as to keep his hard dick from being so obvious. Tim picked a channel and tossed down the remote. Then he stretched out, placing his feet on the coffee table. As he stretched, his stiff dick pointed higher into the air, and Peter's mouth began to water. Peter couldn't help but stare at his uncle's firm dick. It was surely eight inches long and thick, like a roll of cookie dough. The only dick that Peter had ever had even close to his mouth was his own, but even then, only managed to lick the very tip with his tongue. Peter licked his lips out of reflex, and Tim noticed this, smiling to himself, though he said nothing to Peter. After a while, Peter became more comfortable, and even stretched out like his uncle, placing his own feet on the coffee table, next to Tim's. Tim didn't seem to even notice, and that was okay with Peter. He was feeling more and more comfortable with Tim. Peter found himself watching more of his uncle than the movie, almost burning every rippled muscle into his memory, in the hope that Tim would appear in his dreams. Then, Peter's eyes widened, as Tim reached down and ever so casually began rubbing his dick. Peter was afraid to speak, for fear that Tim would stop, but also fascinated by how comfortable Tim was feeling in front of Peter. Tim leaned back even further, pushing more of his hot hard cock into the air. As Tim watched the T.V., he continued to play and stroke his dick, occasionally reaching down to caress the large globes of his hairy ball sac. Finally, Tim looked over at Peter. "Do you jack off, Peter?" Peter nodded his head. "Yeah, it feels good, don't it?" Tim asked, continuing to rub his dick. Peter nodded again, and moved his hand up and down his leg. "You can jack off in front of me, Peter, I don't care." Peter moved his hand upward and touched his dick, closing his eyes as the heat of his hand penetrated the sensitive skin of his young boy cock. Peter opened his eyes in time to see Tim begin a steady rhythm on his dick. A single clear tear appeared at the very tip, and Tim quickly rubbed across it, using it as a lube against the bottom of his thick shaft. Peter stared as Tim proceeded, until Tim suddenly stopped and looked at Peter. "You wanna...touch it?" Peter couldn't believe this was happening and his heart raced. He wanted so much to touch it, but hesitated. "It's okay. Go ahead." Tim said, as he moved his hand away. Peter leaned in closer, and moved his hand toward Tim's dick. As Peter was just about to wrap his slender fingers around the large monster, Tim stopped him. "Remember, Peter, this is just between you and me, okay?" Peter nodded and Tim released his hand. The heat from Tim's dick as Peter gingerly wrapped his fingers around it, was overwhelming. He'd touched his own dick...lots of times. But this was the first time he'd ever touched a real man's dick. He softly stroked his uncle's dick up and down, slowly at first, but then picking up a nice rhythm. "Mmmm, that feels really good, Peter. Please don't stop." Peter listened to his uncle and continued to move up and down on Tim's dick. "Will you kiss my dick, Peter?" Tim asked as he placed his hand on Peter's upper back. Peter lowered his head to Tim's dick, and planted a sweet tender kiss on the very tip. "Mmmm, yeah, that's nice." Tim moaned softly. Peter kissed it again. And once more, this time parting his soft young lips. "God, this feels so great, Peter. Have you ever...you know, sucked...before?" Tim asked softly. Peter shook his head. "Would you like to?" Peter nodded. "I don't know how." "That's okay. I could show you." Peter looked at Tim quizzically. Tim smiled at him and got up from the couch. "Are you mad?" Peter asked, suddenly unsure why Tim was leaving. "Come with me, Peter." Tim reached out and took Peter's hand and led him to Peter's room. "Lay down, Peter. I'm going to show you what I like." Peter lay on the bed, and Tim kneeled down between Peter's pale but freckled legs. Tim placed his hands on the inside of Peter's thighs, and Peter's stiff dick jumped upward. Tim spread the young boy's legs apart, and softly whispered to Peter, "Now, I'll show you how to suck dick. If you don't like what I'm doing, just say so, okay?" Peter smiled and nodded. Tim moved in closer, wrapped his fingers around Peter's firm boy dick and licked the very tip of Peter's dick. Peter was sure that one hundred volts of electricity surged through his dick. He had never been touched down there, let alone licked. Tim licked Peter again and then parted his lips, slipping the boy's dick into his mouth. Peter tilted his head back and closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on what his uncle was doing. It was so much better than the dream, and Peter could tell that Uncle Tim had done this before. Tim stopped for a moment. "Do you like it?" Peter opened his eyes, and as he looked directly into Tim's eyes, he softly moaned, "Very much!" Tim continued orally pleasing his young nephew, wanting Peter's first blow job to be the one by which all others would be judged. Tim began a nice rhythm moving up and down Peter's slick shaft. Peter's dick was a mere five inches, but felt like heaven. Peter couldn't help himself and began to moan softly, as his uncle sent him into erotic bliss. Tim massaged Peter's still hairless balls and this seemed to send the boy beyond return. Peter's breathing increased and Tim could feel the boy's balls tense. "Uncle Tim...I'm gonna...it's..." Tim held fast, knowing the boy would blast any moment. Peter pushed on Tim's head, trying to physically warn him of his impending wave. Tim only held tighter, brushing his finger across Peter's sensitive boy hole. That was all it took to send Peter over the edge. His first blast erupted from his dick and quickly flowed down Tim's throat. Tim backed off a little, so that the next squirt of boy juice coating his tongue in sweet bliss. Peter pushed his hips forward as the final stream of cum escaped Peter's dick. Tim sucked him back in and pressed his tongue along the bottom of Peter's shaft, milking the last few precious drops from his dick, before releasing his hold. As Peter's dick slipped from Tim's mouth, Peter relaxed on the bed, his breathing returning to normal. "That was awesome!" Peter said as his eyes met Tim's. Tim moved upward along Peter's body, and gently, cautiously at first, pressed his lips to Peter's. Peter didn't hesitate, and wrapped his arms around his uncle, pulling him tightly to his chest. Peter then parted his lips, as Tim's tongue entered Peter's mouth, sharing the last few drops of Peter's passion. Tim broke their kiss, looked deep into Peter's eyes, and whispered, "So what do you think? Ready to try?" Peter smiled and nodded. Tim sat up and Peter rolled from underneath. Then, Tim lay down where Peter was, enjoying the warmth of Peter's bed sheets against his back. Tim propped his head up, and spread his legs, as his still erect dick pointed upward; a tear of precum at its tip. Peter snuggled in between his uncle's hairy legs, and as he was about to approach the bright red monster before him, Tim stopped him. "Remember what I said, Peter. Stop any time you want, okay?" Peter nodded again, and stuck out his tongue. Their eyes never broke their stare as he slid his tongue along the bottom of Tim's shaft to the very tip, sucking the precum tear from its valley. Then, Peter went to work, following Tim's lead, and doing his best to show the same level of passion and satisfaction that Peter had experienced. Despite the size of Tim's dick, Peter did his best and managed to get most of the rock hard cock stuffed into his small but eager mouth. Tim was impressed by Peter's sensitivity, never once scrapping Tim's shaft with his teeth. Tim finally laid his head back, closed his eyes, and focused on the pure satisfaction that his nephew was providing. Peter began to rub and massage the large hairy balls below Tim's shaft. Peter was amazed at how heavy and large they felt in his hands, and he could feel his own dick swelling again. It had been a few days since Tim had jacked off, and the impending wave was rising much faster than even Tim expected. "You're doing great, Peter, but I'm getting close to cumming." Peter stopped and let the large red snake slip from his lips. "I want you to cum," Peter smiled. "I want to taste it." Then he quickly wrapped his tender young lips around Tim's massive throbbing cock, resuming the up and down motion he had worked before. "Oh, God, Peter...that's wonderful. Yes, yes, that's it...I can feel it coming...mmm...ugh..." Tim stroked Peter's hair. "It's coming, Peter...oh, God, you're a natural...uh huh....mmmmm." Tim pushed his hips upward, and although Peter couldn't possibly fit anymore of Tim's large cock into his mouth, he opened wider, in a last desperate effort to bring Tim to orgasm. It certainly worked, and Tim couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck, Peter...I'm cumming!" Tim exploded inside the boy's mouth with wave after wave of hot thick ball juice. Peter almost chocked as he quickly swallowed the enormous load, a stream of white cream escaping his lips, and dripping down his chin. Peter tried his best but most of Tim's cum drained out of his mouth. Peter was sure that the stream would never end, as Tim seemed to cum and cum and cum. Finally, Tim's dick seemed to subside, as Tim looked forward to see his nephew's face coated with his love juice. Peter was surprised, as Tim leaned in and did something that Peter never expected. Tim flicked out his tongue, and licked Peter's face and chin, cleaning the large load from him. They kissed again, this time, sharing Tim's salty-sweet load. Peter broke the kiss this time asking, "Was that all right?" "It was perfect, Peter. You were born to suck," Tim giggled, and this made Peter giggle too. "Come here, Boy." Tim opened his arms, and Peter fell into his chest. It was there that Peter fell asleep, as Tim continued to stroke his soft red hair. --- They woke to the ringing of the phone, and Peter jumped off the bed to answer it. "Hello?" "Hi, Sweety. Did I wake you?" "Hi, Mom. Yeah, but it's cool. How's your trip?" Peter rubbed his eyes, and caught a whiff of the dried cum on his face. "It's going really well, and I'm learning a lot. But, I miss you." "I miss you too." Peter said, a lump in his throat. "How are you and Uncle Tim getting along?" Mom asked. "Okay. I'm glad he's here." Peter answered honestly. "I'm glad too. Well, I have to get ready for a breakfast session, so I have to go. But I wanted to say have a good day, and I love you, Peter." "I love you too, Mom!" Peter said, hanging up the phone. Peter felt two warm hands wrap around his naked body. "Good morning." "Good morning," Peter answered, turning to see a large smile on Tim's face. Peter looked down to see that Tim was sporting a nice morning hard on. "Want to shower together this morning?" Tim asked, seeing Peter's interest in his hard dick, his own boy cock rising. "Yeah!" Peter answered enthusiastically. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.