Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2011 20:31:55 +0200 From: John P Subject: JOHN'S DREAMS - Uncle & Dad (MM, Mb, MMb) JOHN'S DREAMS - Uncle & Dad (MM, Mb, MMb) by John P Copyright 2011 My sleep seems never to be restful and I'm constantly dreaming during the night, and the dreams are almost always of a sexual nature. I'm starting to think that I need a partner, a girl-friend or boy-friend, to give me the release I need for fitful sleep. I see the digital readout on my alarm clock each time I wake and I remember each dream so vividly. This is another one of my dreams. UNCLE & DAD I'm an 11-year-old boy called John and I'm not too smart but I've been this way since I was born. My twin sister Julie is fine though, smart as a whip so everybody says. The doctor called my problem some long name when I was examined but it really meant that my brain was 'not wired up right' and there was nothing they could do to fix me. I don't talk much because it's not easy to form the words but I understand what happens around me. People who meet our family always say, "Aren't your kids beautiful!" and Mum and Dad say how proud they are of me and Julie. It's only later that they find out that, although we look the same, Julie is the smart one and I'm defective. She loves me though and plays with me a lot although it probably takes a lot of patience. Daddy, whose name is Tommy, normally bathes me but lately Julie has been doing it while Daddy watches her. I think she must have been doing it OK because now Daddy leaves her alone with me and she washes me good, particularly around my peepee and between my legs and my bottom. I don't mind, in fact I like it when she touches me in those places. Yesterday there was a lot of shouting between Mummy and Daddy and, although I was in my bedroom, I heard some of the things that they sreamed. Mummy was shouting, "I can't believe you'd fuck your own little girl, you pervert!" and I heard some banging about in their bedroom. I didn't know what it meant but I figured it must have been serious because the next thing I knew, doors were slammed and Mummy was gone, along with Julie. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he sat down on my bed with me and held me, and said, "Mummy's taken Julie and they are going to stay with Aunty Kelly and Uncle Jeff for a few days," but it didn't fool me. I thought that they would probably stay at least a week. Daddy cuddled me and I thought maybe it wouldn't be too bad. I was going to miss Julie's hands on me in the bath. The rest of the day, Daddy was sad so I cuddled him often. He was sat on a kitchen chair and I moved between his open legs to cuddle him again and he held me, but I could feel a hard lump against my knees. When I put my hand down to feel what it was, I found that it was Daddy's peepee I could feel through his pants but it had gone all hard. He looked at me with his eyes half-closed and whispered, "Yes, Julie! Keep doing that! Just like before!" I was confused. Didn't he see me? Didn't he know me? He took hold of my hand and pressed it harder against his lump so I gripped it like I thought he wanted. He sighed and put his head beside mine, kissing my cheek and then my neck. I liked this and kissed him back in the same way, my lips brushing his skin softly. He moaned and I was scared I was hurting him but his hands went to his zip and he fished inside. I watched as his hands brought out his peepee. It was enormous and I stared at it in awe! "Wank me again, Julie! Do it for Daddy!" I didn't move because I didn't know what to do. Was Daddy sick? Didn't he know that Julie was gone? He took my hand and placed it on his peepee and I felt the soft skin on his hard shaft and the thickness of it. It was hot and pulsing and I gazed at it in my little hand. My fingers wouldn't quite meet because it was too thick but I liked the feeling anyway. There was a big knob thing on the end and it was quite red, and there was some clear stuff leaking out of the pee-slit. When I touched it with the tip of my finger, it felt slippery and Daddy's peepee jumped in my hand. His hand surrounded mine and he moved it slowly back and forth, I suppose to show me what he wanted. When I was doing it right, he let my hand go and his hands went behind me to fondle my bum-cheeks through my shorts. I carried on stroking Daddy's peepee with my hand and was surprised when he pulled down my shorts and made me step out of them. Then he pulled the T-shirt over my head so that I stood there naked in front of him. My hand returned to his stiff peepee and I stroked again but I was puzzled when he kissed my chest and started to run his tongue around my nipple things. That was definitely nice and I hoped he would keep doing it because it tickled. His hands went round behind me again and he caressed my little bum. That was nice too, just like Julie liked to do to me. I opened my legs slightly, just as my sister had taught me, and his finger ran the length of my crack. "What a lovely bottom, Julie! You're so beautiful!" and then he put his lips to mine and kissed me. His tongue pushed against my lips and I wondered what he wanted me to do. "Suck Daddy's tongue, sweetheart," he said and I opened my lips slightly, and then his tongue was in my mouth and I sucked on it. The tip of his tongue went around in my mouth, against my teeth and my gums, and I started to feel a bit woozy with the senasation. My own little peepee had gone hard now as well and I wondered why. It only ever did this in the mornings when I woke up and I thought maybe I should go and wee so that it would go soft again but Daddy didn't want to let go of me so I stayed, still sucking his tongue and stroking his peepee. "I'm going to cum, sweetheart! Quick! On your knees!" he panted and I went swiftly onto my knees between his legs and carried on stroking the long thick peepee that had become thicker all of a sudden. "Faster, honey!" he panted and I stroked him much faster, gripping the thick tube of flesh harder as I did so. "Open your mouth, Julie!" he said and I opened wide for him. His peepee jerked in my hand and he moved slightly forward on the chair so that his peepee rested on my bottom lip. Something hot spurted into my mouth and Daddy groaned loudly. His big peepee kept jerking in my hand and I noticed that each time it pulsed, some more hot stuff was pumped into my mouth. More spurts came, one after the other, and Daddy cried, "Take Daddy's spunk, darling! Take it all, Julie!" He took my head between his hands and held it, his eyes closed as he shot even more of his hot stuff into my mouth. I could taste it now, kind of salty and a bit fishy but nice anyway, but I was wondering what I should do when my mouth was full. The jerking of his peepee in my hand stopped and there were no more spurts of the hot stuff but I looked up at him for an indication of what he wanted me to do next. "Swallow it, sweetheart! Swallow all Daddy's spunk!" he said softly, stroking my cheek with his fingertips. Now I knew what the stuff in my mouth was called. I gulped it down, savouring the taste before it slid easily down my throat. When it had all gone, I opened my mouth to show Daddy and he smiled and held me to him and I felt his peepee against my belly, not as big as it was but still long and thick in it's soft state. "Lick my peepee, honey! Taste it," he whispered and I fell to my knees again and licked the big knob thing on the end, tasting with the tip of my tongue the last few salty drops of his 'spunk' dripping from the slit where he peed from. He sprawled back on the chair, watching me lick his knob, and I looked up into his eyes as he smiled down at me. "I love you, John," he said softly and pulled me up so that I was straddling his hips. He knew me again! He brought my face to his and kissed me again and this time I opened my lips for him and he thrust his tongue inside my mouth. My arms went around his neck and I felt safe in his arms. His hands went behind me and he caressed my bottom again, feeling for my bum-crack and running his finger from top to bottom. Wow! That felt good! "Your bottom is just as beautiful as Julie's," he whispered as the tip of his finger touched my poop-hole and I jumped, startled. "It's OK," he whispered. "I won't hurt you." It tickled but in a nice way and I snuggled contentedly against Daddy's chest. Five minutes later, he smacked my bottom lightly and said, "Come on, John. Time for your bath," and I climbed down off him. When the bath was ready, he lifted me up and lowered me into the water and began to wash me. I kept watching his lovely peepee as it swung with each movement and I wanted to touch it again, to feel it in my hand and maybe taste it again with my tongue. Darn! My own peepee has gone stiff again. Why does it do that? Daddy noticed it and made me stand so that he could wash between my legs but instead of running his hands between them, he kissed my little peepee and then opened his lips and took it into his mouth. And just to make the feeling better, he licked my little balls with his tongue and then took them into his mouth as well as my peepee. Wow! I mean... WOW! He was so gentle as he sucked and his hands went behind me again to play with my little bottom. I parted my legs more, just like Julie always wanted to me to do, and Daddy put the tip of his finger to my poop-hole and rubbed around it, tickling me, but the funny thing was that I pushed back as if I wanted him to do it harder or to put it inside me. Strange, that. Why did I do that? I hoped Daddy wasn't mad at me for pushing back like that. Something was happening and I panicked briefly as I thought I wanted to pee but Daddy still held my peepee in his mouth but he released my balls and started to play with them with the tips of his fingers. I was going to wee in Daddy's mouth! No! Oh no! But it was too late. My body shook and I was scared as I couldn't stop trembling and I held Daddy's head tight so he wouldn't let my peepee out of his mouth. My legs went weak and I almost fell in the bath but Daddy held me up with his strong arms until the trembling stopped. When I started to regain my senses, I finally spoke. "What was it, Daddy? Did I pee in your mouth? I'm sorry!" He released my little peepee and smiled up at me. "It's quite OK. You didn't pee. It's what happens to men and boys, John," he said quietly. "Your peepee did the same as Daddy's. Did you like it?" I nodded enthusiastically, still dazed and not quite sure what had happened to me. Daddy hugged me to him for a minute and then lifted me out of the bath and started to dry me. I noticed then that my stiff peepee had gone soft and I touched it to make sure. Yes, it was soft again. When Daddy put me to bed and kissed me goodnight, I whispered to him, "Daddy, can we do it again tomorrow?" and he smiled at me and nodded. He watched as I snuggled down in my bed and I drifted off to sleep with his fingers stroking my forehead. Today, the phone went and it was Uncle Jeff. Daddy spoke quietly into the phone and once he had hung up, he told me that my uncle was coming round about 9 o'clock tonight to see us. I thought it would be about Mum and Julie so maybe they would come home earlier than I thought. By 8-30 though, I was falling asleep and Daddy put me to bed, kissing me goodnight and promising that we would do those nice things again soon. I woke up though around 10-30 because I wanted to pee and I went to the bathroom. I was going to flush the toilet but I heard moaning and it came from Daddy's room so I hurried there, afraid that Daddy might be ill and need me. The door was not quite closed so I pushed it open and saw Daddy on his back, his legs in the air, a pillow under his hips, with Uncle Jeff naked on top of Daddy and hurting him. Something stopped me from charging in and I waited in the doorway, watching as Uncle Jeff pushed his peepee in and out of Daddy's bottom. Daddy was moaning but he kept pulling my uncle down and kissing him, using his tongue as he had done with me. So Uncle Jeff wasn't hurting Daddy at all. How odd! "So good, Jeff," he moaned into my uncle's mouth, "so fucking good!" There was that 'fucking' word again, the one Mummy had used when she shouted at him about Julie. Uncle Jeff was moaning too and I wondered if it hurt him to do that to Daddy. If it hurt, why was he doing it? It was then that Daddy looked in my direction and saw me watching them. A quick glance at Uncle Jeff and then at me brought my uncle's attention to the fact that they had an audience. "Come in, John," said Uncle Jeff and I moved forward but he didn't move from his position on top of Daddy. When I was beside the bed, I looked down to see my uncle's big peepee buried inside Daddy's bottom and I was fascinated. "It's alright, John," said Daddy. "Uncle Jeff is loving me. Do you want to love me too?" and I nodded, not taking my eyes away from where uncle's big peepee remained in Daddy's bum-hole. "Jump up here and sit on my face," he said softly, "facing Uncle Jeff," and I climbed on the bed. Daddy placed me on his face and I could see everything that Uncle Jeff was doing. Just then, I got the most wonderful feeling as something warm and wet touched my bottom-hole. It could only be Daddy's tongue! He pushed and pushed, and I felt my bottom-hole open a little and the tip of it went inside me. I closed my eyes at the feeling but opened them quickly when a soft pair of lips touched mine and a warm wet tongue tried to open my lips. Uncle Jeff wanted to kiss me! I opened my lips slightly and Uncle Jeff's tongue went into my mouth, licking around inside. My peepee started to get hard again and I still couldn't figure out why. Daddy's tongue was going in and out of my bottom-hole and Uncle Jeff was kissing me! WOW! I sucked on his tongue, just as I had done with Daddy and he must have liked it because his arms went around me. Uncle Jeff began to move and I looked down briefly to see his long peepee moving in and out of Daddy's hole again. It was shiny and I wanted to touch it so I looked into Uncle Jeff's eyes and he nodded, taking one of the hands I supported myself with and placed it on his shaft. It was hard and thick, just like Daddy's and he stopped moving so that I could play with it. "Like that?" he whispered and I nodded. "I love your daddy very much and I'm making him feel good. Is that OK with you?" he asked and I nodded again. I was becoming very excited now. Daddy's tongue felt wonderful in my bottom, Uncle Jeff's peepee felt hard in my hand and my uncle began to kiss me again. He began to move inside Daddy's bottom again and that's when I felt Daddy's peepee under my hand. I remembered what I had done the day before and I stroked it, making him moan into my bottom. I felt the vibration of his moaning in my bottom-hole and Daddy held my hips tight as he pushed his tongue in and out of my little hole. Uncle Jeff took his tongue from my mouth and he cried, "I'm going to cum inside your daddy!" and he pushed hard one last time and held himself still. His face looked like he was in pain but the muscles in his neck and chest were tensed, and I saw the same expression Daddy had when he had shot that hot stuff into my mouth yesterday. The hot stuff... what was it again? Oh yes, 'spunk'. He was shooting spunk into Daddy's bottom and Daddy had started to groan too as he was being filled. Uncle Jeff panted and groaned as his peepee kept shooting his spunk deep into Daddy and his tongue stopped briefly as my uncle continued to fill him up. I tried to imagine for a minute what it might feel like to have spunk shot up inside me and I thought it might be nice to try it once. After about twenty seconds, Uncle Jeff relaxed and I supposed that all his spunk was now inside Daddy's bottom, so when he started to pull his long peepee out, I watched carefully and was amazed to see that Daddy's bottom-hole was gaping wide and there was white stuff around the edge of the hole. That must be spunk, I thought, and I touched it tentatively, feeling how slippery it was between my thumb and forefinger. Just then, Daddy's tongue started to move again, pushing in and out of my little bottom and making me feel wonderful and I stroked his thick peepee again, making him moan. I'm surprised when Uncle Jeff moved a little and took Daddy's knob thing into his mouth and began to lick it. "Cum in my mouth, Tommy!" he said softly. "Let your little boy watch!" My hand stroked the full length of Daddy's peepee but the knob thing was in Uncle Jeff's mouth and he seemed to be sucking it. My hand kept touching Uncle Jeff's lips each time I moved my hand upwards and I thrilled when I felt his big hand begin to stroke my little stiffy. It was only seconds before Daddy cried out, "I'm cumming, John! I love you!" and I felt the jerking of his peepee in my hand. The tube underneath his shaft was pulsing and I knew that Uncle Jeff's mouth was being filled with Daddy's spunk, and the thought thrilled me. Daddy groaned loudly and the sounds were resonating through his tongue and making my little bottom-hole tickle. I felt the pulses as each shot of spunk was pumped into the mouth that I'd just been kissing and it seemed to go on and on. Daddy was breathing fast through his nostrils and I could feel his hot breath around my bottom-hole as his peepee continued to fire his spunk. This went on for about ten seconds and soon he relaxed his body as there was no more spunk left to shoot. Uncle Jeff opened his mouth to show me and I saw Daddy's spunk before he swallowed everything. He lay down on his belly again and he took my little peepee into his mouth and sucked while Daddy resumed putting his tongue in my bottom-hole, pushing it in and out and making it tickle. Uncle Jeff's fingers fondled my little balls as he sucked me and that, together with what Daddy was doing to my bottom, made me more excited and I got that feeling again that maybe I was going to wee in my uncle's mouth but I remembered yesterday and how it felt and I didn't want to wee after all. My body shuddered and shook as my feeling overtook me, and I felt weak as the feeling continued. Uncle Jeff kept my peepee in his mouth until the feeling finished and I trembled slightly as the big tremors began to be small tremors and when they were gone, Uncle Jeff released my peepee from his mouth and kissed me again. He pulled me from Daddy's face and lay me down between them in the bed and they both cuddled me. Both back and front, I could feel their big peepees against my body, even though they were soft, and as I was being asked who I wanted to fill my bottom with his peepee... My eyes open and I check the clock. It's 2.27 and I'm awake again with a hard-on. My mind goes back to when I was 11 and I picture my father and Uncle Jeff taking turns to fill me with cock and shoot their spunk deep inside me and I masturbate once more to the dream. END All my stories can be found here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/John_P/