Date: Thu, 29 May 2008 11:41:21 -0500 From: Justin Subject: Uncle Albert 01 (M/t, oral, rim) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving older males and younger males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Justin0398@gmail.com Author's Note: Although not necessary, it is suggested you read the story "Let's Make a Deal" before you read this one. It was posted in May 2008. Uncle Albert Chapter One It had been almost five years since Danny Adams had earned the motorbike. Long since, Albert had tired of the "Lets Make a Deal" game and had just gone to a fee system that all the boys in the neighborhood knew, and there had been many of them now, older brothers passing the word on to younger brothers, friends, and so on. The sound of the lawn mower outside going silent made Albert put down the morning paper he was reading and get up from the kitchen table. Albert walked over to one of the front windows of the cottage and slightly pulled back one of the drapes. He couldn't help but smile at what he saw, for young Timmy was obviously finished mowing the yard. Albert let go of the drape and walked back toward the kitchen table, knowing full well that the ring of the doorbell would come soon and Timmy would expect payment for services rendered. And, as Albert expected, his usual tip. Once again, here, we're dealing with a time when boys weren't worried about shorts that were short, sometimes way too short, and hair that was long, and nobody worried about sun tan lotion or sun block. No one knew better. Consequently, fourteen-year-old Timmy Matthew's body was tanned a deep almond brown from hours in the summer sun. The shorts he wore came from an old pair of faded yellow jeans he had cut off, accenting his gazelle-like legs, though that wasn't his intent. From months in the summer sun, his long hair was almost bleached white. With the exception of the shorts all he wore was a grass-stained pair of tennis shoes as he bounded up the steps of the cottage and rang the doorbell. "Well, Timmy, you already finished?" Albert asked as he opened the door. "Yeah!" Timmy replied. "Well, come on in and I'll pay you." Albert went to the kitchen counter where his wallet was, pulled out a twenty, and headed back toward where Timmy stood. "Here you go Timmy!" Albert said, as he handed him the twenty-dollar bill. "Uh, thanks!" "I suspect you'll be wanting the usual tip?" Albert asked. "Oh gosh yeah! Would you?" Timmy replied. Albert smiled at the kid's response. Timmy might be his "yard boy" but Timmy was hooked. Before Albert even replied, Timmy was kicking off his grass-stained tennis shoes and undoing his shorts. Again Albert smiled as the shorts fell to Timmy's ankles and he noticed that that beautiful six inch dick of his was already half hard. Timmy Matthews, what a wonder! Fortunately, the cottage was sturdy and sound proofed enough that Timmy's wails and cries wouldn't be heard outside as Albert buried his tongue up Timmy's ass and then "deep throated" that beautiful party cock of Timmy's until what seemed like a gallon of sperm came from his balls. As usual, there were just mostly whimpers from the kid during his cum. "Uh, thanks!" Timmy said, as he put his shorts back on. "No problem kid!" Albert replied, Timmy's wonderful sperm taste still in his mouth. "Uh, Uncle Albert. I got something I need to ask you about." Timmy said, as he put on his tennis shoes. "Okay!" "Well, there's this kid. He says he's eleven but I don't believe it." "So?" "We've done stuff." "Like what?" "Uh, just kinda playing around and jerking off together and stuff." "Why don't you believe he's eleven?" "Uh, well, it's his dick. You wouldn't believe his dick!" "Why not?" "He ain't got much hair down there but the thing is huge!" "Bigger than yours?" "Oh fuck yeah!" "So what does that have anything to do with me?" Albert asked. "He's got a shit hole place he's living in over on Jacob Street. His mother and father and the whole fucking family is into drugs. I'm too young. I'm just a kid. He needs money bad. Shit, I've been giving him some of what you've been giving me. He ain't even got food to eat half the time." "You really care for him, then?" "He's a neat guy. Kinda like a little brother." "What's his name?" "Billy." "How old do you think he really is?" "Fuck, man, I don't really know. Like I said, he says he's eleven." Jacob walked to the kitchen, picked up his wallet up off of the counter, pulled out another twenty-dollar bill, and walked back toward where Timmy stood. "Here, give this to Billy and have him come see me. I've got some things I need help with and maybe I can give him some money." Albert said, as he handed Timmy the additional twenty dollars. "Uh, thanks! I'll make sure he gets it." Timmy replied, tucking the bill into his shorts. "Uh, can we do it again?" Timmy asked. "Get naked!" Albert replied. Again the tennis shoes got kicked off, the shorts dropped, and minutes later Timmy was fucking Albert's face as he lay on the carpeted floor of the living room. And soon, another load of hot boy sperm was going down Albert's throat headed straight to his stomach. It seemed all the time that Timmy only needed a few minutes to recharge for another round. Now, at this point, one might wonder what Albert's sudden interest was in Billy. Well, Albert had had many boys, he had paid money to over a hundred, but there was one named Tommy Adams that stood out among all the rest. Just the mention of Billy and his big penis caused a surge in Albert's shorts. Although it's rare, it does happen, and Tommy, who was eleven at the time, had a penis and balls as big as a full-grown man. It had been years ago, and Tommy was the first kid Albert ever let fuck him. You could call it curiosity or you could call it nostalgia, for whatever reason, Albert wanted to see for himself if Timmy was telling the truth. For those who have read my stories before, you have already noticed, I'm sure, that Albert's sexual actions with Timmy are not as graphically depicted as I usually write. It's not Timmy that is the point here. It is Billy. And, Billy does show up at the door. To be continued (If there is interest)