Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 23:26:02 -0500 From: William Baker Subject: three-nights-with-uncle-steve The following is a somewhat true story, in regards to how I remember it and with a few details changed to stay within the guidelines, to protect those involved and also to keep things suitably spicy Whilst my encounter with underage sexual intimacy was not a damaging one, this story is in no way an endorsement of the abuse of minors. The law is the way it is for a reason. Keep it in the fantasy realm, gentlemen! Please take into consideration all laws in your country/jurisdiction, otherwise read away - I'd love to hear back from readers as this is the first thing I've ever written! My Uncle Steve was by no means an adonis. At the time of my first encounter with him he was in his early forties with salt and pepper throughout what remained of his hair and a round belly that hung over his belt whenever he stood up. I was ten that summer and didn't get to see him half as often as I would have liked to - it had probably been a couple of years at that point, so I was very excited to hear that our entire family would be getting together for my grandparents' golden wedding anniversary. It was to be three nights with several generations of my extended family all staying in my grandparents' modestly sized home and as such, bedrooms would be in short supply so I was to be sleeping on a sofa in the living room, while my uncle - the only single adult in the household would be sleeping on another sofa in the same room. The events of the first day went as well as could be expected. Kids were in sparse in our family, so I didn't have a chance for much fun and games but Uncle Steve was always very kind and friendly - playing in the sea with me and generally chasing me around and play wrestling with me. I always enjoyed his company in the same kind of naive way the rest of my family thought of him - Uncle Steve was just a big kid, that's why he enjoyed playing around with me. On the first night, most of the adults stayed up for a bit having drinks and as they were technically in my temporary "bedroom," I was allowed to stay up later than usual. When they did finally head up to bed, I changed into my pyjamas in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I returned to the living room, I was met by the sight of Uncle Steve with his back to the door, pulling down his jeans and his boxer shorts in one move. Seeing the big, round mounds of his hairy butt made me instantly burst out laughing, at which point Uncle Steve hurriedly pulled his boxers back up and apologised. "Sorry about that, Will," he smiled. "I'm used to sleeping naked at home. Should probably keep my shorts on under the covers!" I just laughed, completely unaware that his mooning was unlikely to be just an ill-timed accident. The two sofas in the living room were at right-angles to one another with a little space between them to walk through. Uncle Steve got under the covers on his sofa and I was about to do the same before I asked if he'd like me to turn the main light off in the room. "Sure. I'll turn on this lamp so we can stay up and talk a bit." Once the lamplight filled the room, me and Uncle Steve stayed up talking. He told me some rude jokes that I pretended to understand and we chatted about the events of the day ahead. "Hey Will, listen to this..." Uncle Steve said suddenly before he let off an enormously loud and powerful fart. I was in absolute hysterics - I had come from a very mannered family and could never recall hearing a fully grown man fart on purpose. A little later on in the night, he found a way to make me laugh even louder. "Quick, pass me the lighter!' he said as he threw the covers off of his body. There was a lighter on the table (this was the early nineties where people had more of a relaxed attitude towards passive smoking around children) and I quickly scrambled for it and passed it to him. I had no idea what was going to happen but I crouched down beside his sofa and watched as he lay on his back with his legs in the air, held the lighter close to his butt and farted on the flame. A jet of blue fire blasted from his arse and I fell on the floor in a pile of giggles. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen! When my laughter subsided I looked back at my Uncle who still had his legs in the air, only this time I saw the head of what seemed to me to be a very large cock poking out the end of his boxer shorts. Following my gaze he saw me looking at his exposed penis. "Sorry about that," he smiled. "Guess I just popped out down there. It happens sometimes - if you get a big one like mine when you're older you'll see that they have a mind of their own!" I laughed but I did not look away and though Uncle Steve had lowered his legs now, I couldn't help but notice that his cock was still hanging out his boxer shorts and he had done nothing to hide it. "How big is it?" I asked, quite innocently and only as my curiosity had gotten the better of me. "Do you want to see it?" he asked with a sly wink. "Sure. I've never seen a grown up's one before!" Uncle Steve looked cautiously over to the locked door. "Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone." I did as he asked and sat between his feet at the end of the sofa. Slowly he pulled down his boxer shorts until a huge, hard cock sprang up from a dense matt of hair. He shifted his weight so he could slip his underwear clean off and then said. "Here I am, in all my glory!" The penis looked enormous to me. Having only my own to compare it too, I was certain that not all men had ones that size. It stuck out firmly from his body, he was clearly aroused and was almost as thick as my wrist at the time. The mushroom head was sheathed by a foreskin but I could make out its shape beneath. "Are all penises that large when you're a man?" "Some are," Uncle Steve said. "It depends if you're lucky, I'm definitely bigger than most. See here?" I nodded as he gripped himself around the head, "This is my foreskin. Watch what happens when I pull it back..." he slid his foreskin back to reveal a massive, dark head that glistened moistly in the lamplight." "I have one too, but it's nowhere near as big - and it doesn't get that hard." "Mine only gets hard on special occasions. Like when you're looking at it - do you like looking at my cock?" I nodded. "Yes, Uncle Steve." "Under here, do you know what these bad boys are?" with his other hand he presented two egg-sized testicles to me. "Balls!' I laughed. "Yeah, my big ol' bollocks. They're the secret to how men make their hard-ons go down. See, if you rub your cock for long enough they send a creamy liquid shooting up it and it squirts everywhere. Do you want to watch me do it?" "Yes, Uncle Steve!" A devilish grin spread across his face as he locked eyes with mine before he turned his attention to his dick. Slowly at first he slid his fist up and down the shaft, gently working it in his big, manly hands and enjoying the sensation of wanking in front of a child, but gradually as I inched in closer his hand began moving faster and faster, peeling back his foreskin with with each stroke. "It's on its way... why don't you give me a countdown and I'll let it out?" I nodded enthusiastically, genuinely excited about what I was about to see. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." Uncle Steve's breathing was getting erratic, he was panting and writhing but his eyes were absolutely fixed on mine. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." And then it happened - an eruption of cum exploded from his cock. It splattered all over his big belly and beyond, landing in thick globs on his hairy chest and pouring down the sides of his dick and his hands to his huge balls. "Wow. That was incredible! Did it hurt?" "Not at all," Uncle Steve replied as he wiped himself on his bedclothes. "Quite the opposite, it feels great - especially having someone watch me do it!" "Maybe you can show me it again tomorrow night?" "Perhaps." Uncle Steve replied, "or I could show you another trick you can help me with." I agreed and we both settled into our separate sofas and fell asleep. The following evening, most of my family stayed up a little later than the night before, enjoying drinks and at a couple of points in the night, Uncle Steve said he was tired and asked when they were planning on going to bed. At the time I thought he was genuinely tired but now know it was much more likely that he was simply eager to get that night's action underway. When the rest of the family eventually made their way upstairs, I quickly changed into my pyjamas and brushed my teeth and was fully expecting another full-moon show from Uncle Steve when I returned but instead he was already under the covers on his sofa. I felt a little disappointed. The lamp was already on so I turned off the main light. "Uncle Steve?" I asked/ "Yes, Will?" "I was thinking about what you did last night..." "...Good, but I hope you didn't tell anyone?" "Oh no, I never would. I was just thinking what other tricks you know." Uncle Steve smiled. "That's my boy. Why don't you come back over here. I've got one planned for you!" Excitedly I skipped over to his sofa and again sat between his feet at the far end. "I have another fun idea," he began. "Remember last night how I stroked my cock until I started squirting that cream?" "Yes!" I laughed. "Well, there is another way you can get the cream out if you have a friend to help you. See, it's fun stroking yourself but it feels even better if someone else does it for you... Do you get what I mean?" "Do you want me to stroke you and see if I can make you squirt?" Uncle Steve winked at me. "You're a smart boy!" Suddenly he whipped off the covers and revealed himself to be completely naked under the covers with that huge erection pointing directly at the ceiling once again. "Go ahead, touch it? Just see what it feels like." Slowly I reach forward with one had to a midway point on his shaft. Wrapping my tiny hand around as much of it as I could I couldn't believe the strange sensation - it felt soft at the surface but rigid and firm underneath. I gave it a light squeeze and Uncle Steve shivered with pleasure. My hand was nowhere near big enough to fit all the way around his shaft so I used my other one to try and complete the circle. Even then I could not get my hands all the way around. I began sliding my hands up and down, watching with interest as his foreskin glided with my motions, exposing the dark head each time. I can still remember that curious smell, unlike anything I had ever smelled before, the musk of a grown man's fully aroused cock. I began turning it over in my hands, feeling the girth and the weight of it, exploring every inch with my fingers and moving all the way down to those massive balls. Gently I rolled them in my palms, enjoying the satisfying heaviness of each of them, before gradually working my way back up to the top and teasing that foreskin in my hands. Pulling it back, I was fascinated to see a glob of clear liquid dribble from his mushroom head and onto my hands. Whatever I was doing, it seemed to be working! Just as I had seen the night before, I began picking up pace and pumping on his cock with a more regular rhythm. Uncle Steve responded with gasps as he covered his mouth with his hand. Increasing speed a little, his cock seemed to grow within my hands with every stroke, somehow getting even firmer. Suddenly Uncle Steve was breathing just like he did the night before, only this time I knew what to expect. It took just another couple of pumps when a huge spray of cum spurted from his engorged cock head, squirting almost directly upwards and landing with an audible splat as it hit his belly and thighs, but mostly all over my hands. If anything, this eruption was even more powerful than the last one, Uncle Steve groaned into his hands and each pump I made sent another volley of cream squirting out until there seemed to be no more left. It took Uncle Steve a little while to recover and to be able to speak. "Will, that was the best feeling ever!" I was incredibly proud of myself. I was a champion at whatever this had been and I had never even tried it before. "Can I wipe my hands off?" "Sure," he nodded, his forehead still running with sweat. "But first, why don't you try tasting a bit of the cream?" I looked at the thick cream that had completely covered both of my hands and look at little lap at it. It tasted salty but not terrible. "Good boy," Uncle Steve winked before he helped me clean up. We both fell asleep soundly soon afterwards. Uncle Steve had not said anything the night before about any fun we could have on our final night, so that evening I had had no expectations of what, if anything could occur. As I and the rest of the family would be leaving my grandparents' house early the next morning, there were no drinks or late nights that evening and me and Uncle Steve were left alone together relatively early. After changing into my pyjamas and brushing my teeth for the final time, I returned to the living room with expectations that perhaps none of the fun and games would be taking place tonight, but instead, the moment I opened the door, I knew it not to be the case. Uncle Steve was lying there on top of his covers, completely naked and with his massive cock already standing to full attention. I turned off the main light again and we were immediately bathed in lamplight and this time, I headed directly for my spot between his feet. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you did for me last night," he began. "It felt so good - like nothing else. You'll know what it's like when you're older." I couldn't deny that, he really did sound as if he was in the depths of serious pleasure as I stroked his cock. "There is one other thing we can try tonight. Not all boys can do it, at least not all the way through, but if you do it right it can feel even better than how you made me feel last night." "What's that Uncle Steve?" "Why don't you crawl up between my legs?" I did as I was told. "Now hold onto my foreskin and slowly peel it back." I took his heavy meat in both hands and pulled back the skin to reveal the dark mushroom underneath. "Why don't you give it a kiss?" I checked to see that he wasn't joking, when his eyes met mine the expression was anything but funny. I leaned in to that fat cock head and pressed my lips against it. It felt soft and warm. "Did you know you can use your mouth instead of your hands to do what you did last night?" I was fascinated. It seemed like such an odd thing to do but I really wanted to make my Uncle Steve feel like he did the night before. "Just lick it all over with your tongue to start." I did as I was told. Starting with that dark mushroom head, I swirled my tongue around the top as if it were a lollipop, then moving down I focused on the underside of his cock head, licking as much as I could reach and all the while listening to his soft pants and moans for confirmation that this was what he wanted. Then I started working the shaft, licking up and down, sliding my tongue all around and getting it covered in my saliva. More of that clear liquid was leaking from the top of his meat. I lapped it up and was surprised at how sweet it was compared to the cream he had made me taste. Going down further, I reached his balls and focused my licking on each one - working them over with my tongue and feeling the weight as I lifted each in turn. "I don't know how much more of this I can take," Uncle Steve panted. "Go back to the top and suck on my fat cock - get the whole head in your mouth!" Just as I was told, I moved back to the cock head and slowly opened my mouth. The top of his rock hard dick slid past my lips and into my mouth. Instinctively I lapped at it with my tongue as it passed deeper inside me until his entire cock head had filled my mouth. It didn't feel unpleasant, just strange in the way all new experiences are strange at first. Remembering that motion from the previous two nights, I began bobbing my head up and down on his rigid meat, letting what I could fit inside slide closer to the back of my throat. I grasped his shaft with my little hands and tried driving it in deeper as he started pumping his hips in rhythm with my motions. "Here it comes boy, just swallow as much as you can..." That was my only warning. Suddenly I felt his cock explode as a massive jet of cum was launched into my mouth. It instantly filled the entire space and try as I might to swallow as much as I could, it dribbled down past my lips and onto my chin and then came squirting down out of my nose. The taste was almost overwhelming but I guzzled down as much of my Uncle's warm cum as I my child's throat could manage until finally it seemed as if it had stopped erupting. "Oh Will... That was mind blowing." I still felt a little disorientated by the sheer volume of salty cream my Uncle had just ejaculated into me but I swallowed what remained nonetheless. "How was that?" he asked. "It was weird... but kind of fun... like a challenge to see if I could drink it all down. But I think I need to blow my nose, some of it squirted up there!" Uncle Steve laughed and guided me to the downstairs bathroom where he wiped me up. We fell asleep soon afterwards. That was my first sexual encounter with Uncle Steve but was by no means my last. In fact, after those three nights my kindly Uncle was around to visit a lot more often than he had been before...