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Uncle Bob: Beginnings, Pt 2.

When we got together after that first time, I was much more eager to get on with the game. Max got a smile out of my eagerness. First, he asked me if I had any questions since he couldn't answer all of my questions from our first time .

In our first time together, Max had told me about man's milk and all the other names it had. He said it was called cum, sperm, goo, splooge, jizz and many more names he couldn't think of at the time. He told me I would make man's milk when I got older, that I would know I was becoming a man when I could make my own milk or 'cum' which is what Max liked to call it. I had seen Max's cum in our first session which was a little scary. I had never done anything like that before. I had never seen a man naked. I couldn't believe that some men had hair all over their bodies. This hair would give off a 'hairy' smell which was somewhat different than the smell of my mom's hair when she hugged me . The sight of all the hair Max had, along with a strange, sweaty kind of smell he had, and seeing parts of his man's body that I had never seen before, was quite an awakening for me.

In this, our second game playing, Max started by asking me if there was anything I wanted to know. If I had any questions. I told him I had lots of questions.

He said, “OK, Phil. Ask anything you want. Don't be shy. I told you I would answer any of your questions the next time we played. So, go ahead. Ask!” Max encouraged me.

“Your peter, errr cock, is so big, Max. Will mine get that big when I get older? “, I asked bewildered.

“Well, your cock will get bigger as you get older, sure. But it may not get as big as mine....or, it could get bigger. Not all men have the same size cock. It may have to do with your father or grandfather on how big your cock will become. Some guys are just lucky and have a big cock”, Max said.

“ Your peter, um cock, looks different from mine, Max. My cock and my friend's at school look the same but not like yours. How come, Max? “, I asked.

“Well, aside from size because of my age, my cock looks different because you and your friend are circumcised. I am not circumcised and that is why my cock looks different. I have extra skin on the end of my cock that covers the head. Your skin and your friend's skin was taken away by the doctor when you were born. Many parents have that done to their baby boys these days. In my day, it wasn't so common and I am glad I still have what I was born with”, Max answered.

“What about that big, wrinkly, hairy lump that hangs below your cock, Max? I felt it in your shorts last time. It felt like there were stones inside and the stones are the size of eggs in that loose, wrinkly, hairy skin that covers them. What is that, Max? What is it called and what does it do?”, I asked wonderingly.

“Phil, how about this? Would you like me to take off my clothes and you can see and point to what it is your curious about? Would you like that, Phil? I don't mind. I think it will help with your questions. Whaddya say?”, Max asked.

“Oh yes. I would like that, Max. I want to learn and have so many questions. Would you do that Max? Would you? “, I asked eagerly.

“Sure, Phil. Anything you want. All you have to do is ask. I will be happy to do anything you like”, Max said With that, he stood up and started unbuttoning his dark green uniform shirt. When he had it totally unbuttoned he pulled apart the halves and all that dark brownish-black and grey hair on his chest came into view. It looked like his chest was hairier than I remembered from our first game. The he bent down, untied his shoes and kicked them off. Again, I saw that he had hair on his back, too, but not as hairy as his chest. He stood up and undid his belt and opened the waistband of his uniform pants. He let the pants drop to his ankles and stepped out of them. He was wearing those sporty boxer shorts like before except these were light blue.

“Should I stop now, or do you want everything off?”, Max asked.

“Everything, Max. I want everything off. OK?”, I asked.

With a smile Max slipped down his shorts, stepped out of them and tossed them on the heap of clothes piled nearby on the floor. Now I was seeing Max totally naked. His thick hair was everywhere on his body. The only parts that didn't seem to have much hair were his sides where his arms would hang down. His chest and stomach were fully coated with a thick cover of hair. Even his belly button looked dark because it was filled with hair, too. Below his waist, the hair thinned on the sides where his pants pockets would be, but in the center the hair seemed to be the thickest. It looked wiry and scratchy and bushy and covered the end of his cock at his belly. His cock was soft and thick and the skin on the end was gathered into a sort of pucker. The upper part of his legs were hairy, although not as hairy as the lower parts. I looked at Max in all his hairiness and again caught a whiff of that hairy scent.

Max just looked at me looking at him and then said, “Well, Phil, can I sit down or do you want me to stand as you ask your questions?”

“No. Let's sit down, Max. You said I could ask anything and point to anything I wanted to know about, right? “, I asked.

“Right”, Max said as we both sat down, “Ask away, Phil.”

“Max, how come your body has so much hair? Do all men have hair like you, Max? Will I get hairy like you when I get older and can make my own man's milk?”, I asked.

“No Phil, not all men are as hairy as I am. Some men have very little hair on their bodies. You will grow hair in certain places as you get older, as all men do. You will grow hair under your arms and between your legs. You will grow a beard and have to shave everyday, which can be a pain! Hair will form on your arms and legs for sure. But, you may not grow hair on your chest like I have. It all depends on your dad or granddads. Some men only have hair on their arms and legs, under their arms, their beard and all men should have hair between their legs although I have heard some men like to shave that hair. I like to be 'natural' and keep what I am supposed to have whether it is a lot or little hair. I only get haircuts and shave because I want to but as far as the rest of it goes, I let it be as God intended. Does my hairy body scare you, Phil?” Max asked.

“No Max, it doesn't scare me. It's just that I have never seen a man's body before. I didn't know men's bodies could be so hairy. I find it kind of different, but I like it”, I said.

“OK. What else do you want to know, Phil? I said I would answer any of your questions this time, so ask away”, Max encouraged me.

“Okay, Max. What about that big, wrinkly lump you have. It is covered with loose skin but has hard things in it. What do you call that and what is it for?”, I asked.

“Oh, you mean these? “, Max asked as he spread his legs. He cupped his balls and brought them up as his soft cock lay on top of them. I could smell the hair and that sort of sweaty smell again. “These are my balls. You have them too. All men have balls. Balls go with cock. They are called different names. The correct name for them is testicles but I like to call them balls. They are also called nuts, eggs, cohones, family jewels, and other things I can't think of now. The two hard things you feel inside are the nuts or balls themselves and the wrinkly hairy skin that holds them is called the scrotum. I call the skin my 'sack' or 'bag.' This is where the milk is made. The milk is made in my two nuts and comes out my cock when I want it to. As you get older, your cock will get bigger and so will your balls. You will grow hair around your cock and balls along with hair on other parts of your body like I said before.”

“What are these called, Max? What do they do?”, I asked.

“Those are nipples, Phil. Men and women have nipples, but men's nipples don't do what womens' do. Womens' nipples make milk when they have a baby. Some women can make milk all the time. Women's milk is different from men's milk and both are different from the milk you have with your cereal. Women's milk is more like your cereal milk but not the same thing. Men's milk is very different from cereal milk. Mens' nipples do not make milk. I don't know why men have nipples especially since they don't do anything but I enjoy mine. I am glad I have them”, Max said.

“So, both men and women can make milk but the milk is different from the milk I know. Womens' milk is used for their babies. What is mens' milk used for, then, Max? “, I asked.

“Mens' milk is used to make babies with women, Phil. Mens' milk is called 'cum' or 'cream.' You should use those words when you talk about it. I don't know how it got the name 'milk' or 'cream' , maybe because it is white like milk and thicker like cream. Only little boys will call it 'mens' milk.' I called it that to give you an idea of what it was when you first saw it when we played this game the first time. That is why men have it”, Max answered.

“But Max, you told me that you can drink mens' milk. Cum is what you called it. You said that some people like to drink cum. Why do they like to drink it if it is different from the milk on cereal?”, I asked.

“Well Phil, that is not an easy question to answer. Cum is used to make babies with women. But, as you get older, you will realize that often you want to get rid of some of your cum at times when you're not making a baby. Most of the time, men get rid or their cum when not making a baby. They get rid of their cum because it feels good. A lot of times, they just feel the need to get rid of their cum. Men will do what they have to to get rid of their cum and make themselves feel good. Sometimes, to feel even better getting rid of their cum, a man will let another person, man or woman, help him. They help him by rubbing, “stroking” is the word grownups use, until he shoots his cum. Or, they can take his cock in their mouths and help him cum that way. Both ways feel good. Either way, as long as he cums, he is happy. So 'milking time', or cumming, is always a good time for a man. When it happens, both people are happy”, Max grinned.

“So, when we played our game that time the 'vanilla pudding' that I saw you squirt was your cum, right? And it felt good when you squirted your cum? It looked like it hurt by the way you were acting, Max. I thought I hurt you and that you were going to be cross with me”, I said sheepishly.

“Oh no, Phil, it didn't hurt! No! It felt exactly the way it's supposed to feel. Really, it felt better than it had in a long time. No Phil, you didn't hurt me and I wasn't mad. I was very happy and excited when I shot my load and got rid of my cum. I have to thank for that, Phil. You helped me get rid or my cum, or 'shoot' as men say, and made it feel better than it had in a long time. No, I wasn't angry, As a matter of fact, I was very happy and excited at my 'milk-letting!”, Max smiled at me.

“So, you liked it when you shot your milk...ummm, cum? And I helped make it feel really good for you, Max? I did? Did I?”, I asked excitedly.

“You sure did, kiddo! You made it feel great! I loved it!”, Max said enthusiastically.

“Can we do it again, Max? Can we?!”, I asked excitedly.

“Sure, Phil. We can do it again. It is our secret game. As long as you keep our secret we can have our game. We can play now if you want. Do you want to play our game now, Phil””, Max asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh, yes, Max, I want to play now. Now that I know you weren't angry and that you liked it. Yes, I want to play now, Max. What should I do? How do I start?”, I asked eagerly.

“Well, I am sitting here totally naked as you asked. You can start any way you like. You can touch me anywhere you want. And don't worry, if you do something I don't like I will tell you. OK Phil? Go ahead, start the game and do what you want”, Max said.

During our talk, Max's cock stayed soft and was now drooping down to the floor hanging over his big, hairy balls. I had learned so much from Max this time. Knowing that what we did didn't make Max angry and that we could continue to play our game, I was now interested in seeing Max act like he had the first time we played. He was sitting on the sofa next to me as we talked but now I stood up in front of Max's spread legs. I could see the wiry hair all around his cock and balls. Although his cock was soft and drooping it was thick and long and the skin kind of puckered on the end.

I took my hand and held his cock, It felt sort of rubbery but somewhat firm. Max watched as I held his cock and started rubbing it. I rubbed it very gently and felt as if Max's cock was getting firmer and thicker.

Max said, “My cock is soft now because we were talking, But with your hand on it , you will make it harden and thicken and lengthen. Don't worry Phil, that's what's supposed to happen. In time, my cock will get very hard and thicker and longer, as you saw in our first playtime. That is what mens' cocks do when they cum. It feels good to have your warm, soft hand on my cock, Phil. You can play with it and anything else you want. That is what our game is all about. Go ahead, Phil, play. You will enjoy it and so will I!”, Max said.

With that said, I started rubbing (or 'stroking' I must remember) Max's cock. I wanted to see it like it was the first time we played our game. I wanted to see Max cum. I wanted to see Max's vanilla pudding shoot out of his cock like last time. I felt his cock thicken and saw it get longer in my hand. Max just watched as he spread his legs and let me stroke his thick, hairy cock. I was stroking for about 3 minutes when it seemed to have grown to twice its size. It was very thick and hard as steel.

Max said, “My cock is fully hard, now. Move in front of it and slowly stroke it farther back towards my belly. I want my foreskin to be pulled back all the way. I like to have my head completely unskinned. Pull back the skin a little more a little at a time. Okay, Phil?”, Max asked.

I did as he told me and kept pulling the skin on his cock farther towards his hairy belly. I did it slowly and saw that the skin was uncovering more of his wet head inside. Max started moaning and said that I was doing well and should keep on. I continued to stroke his skin with deeper and deeper backstrokes ( Max's word) until I saw the skin sort of pop and slide past the ridge. Now, his cock end looked like a big, thick, red and wet knob sort of like mine. Max hissed through his teeth as the skin slid past the ridge on his shaft.

“You can pull the skin back more, Phil. There is more that can be stroked back. Yes, this feels good. You can pull the skin back even more, a little more with each stroke. It feels good when you pull the skin back”, Max said.

So , I continued to increase my backstrokes so that the gathered skin behind the ridge became less and less as Max hissed. Soon, my hand was stroking his cock with very long strokes, I was fascinated by the way the skin seemed to appear and disappear with my strokes in different directions. Max was hissing all this time and moving his knees back and forth as I stood between his legs.

“Oh, Phil, rub it the full length and tight with your hands, in both directions”, (I was now using both hands because Max's cock was so long!) “Stroke your hand the full length of my cock. Make my skin cover and uncover the head as you go back and forth Oh, geez, Phil, This feels great. Keep doing that. Keep stroking my cock. I want to cum. I want you to see my cream. Help me drop a load , Phil. Yeahhhh !!!!”, Max said hoarsely.

I continued to stroke Max. I took one hand off his cock. I moved to his right side and sort of sat and leaned on his spread thigh so I could see the skin as it slided all the way up and down on his cock. Max was moaning and groaning and rocking me on his thigh as he moved his legs back and forth as I continued stroking. His knob end was very wet and red and a clear drop of something was clinging to the end. I thought it might be a drop of pee. Max continued to encourage me to stroke his cock tightly with long strokes. I did this for some time and then Max started breathing real fast.

“Get ready, Phil. You're gonna see me shoot my cumload. I am gonna shoot in just a few seconds, Ooooooeeeee, it feels so good having your hand on my hot, hard cock. Yessss!!!.”, Max yelled.

With that, his cock seemed to swell in my hand and started shooting out his cum. I continued to stroke tightly and made sure to stroke the full length of his cock as he shot out his cum. His cock seemed to swell with each shot of cum that flew out of his red knob end. The spurts were strong and shot out like bullets the first few times but seemed to weaken after about the third spurt. Max must have spurted about 8 or 9 times before stopping. Some of his cum landed across the room right in front of his desk, Others dropped to the floor closer to where we were. Finally, no more spurts came out. There was some of Max's cum on the floor at our feet. Max lay back and closed his eyes for a few seconds. His cock seemed to be less hard but just as thick and long in my hand as I continued to hold it.

After a short while, Max said, “Ooooeeee, that was so damn hot!!! Man, that felt good. Man, look at all the cum I shot. Mmmm, feels great to drop a good load”.

He leaned forward and dipped his finger in his cum spurts on the floor. He brought the finger to his mouth and licked it clean I watched in awe and curiosity.

Max saw me watching and asked, “Do you want to taste some, Phil? See if you like it. Remember, it won't taste like the milk you know. I like it. Maybe you will , too. Huh?”, he asked.

With a careful look on my face I nodded yes. Max scooped the drop of cum sticking to his red knob and brought his finger to my face, I opened my mouth and took in Max's cum. It had a sort of slimy, gummy feel to it and tasted sort of salty and sweet at the same time. I made a face that showed I wasn't certain I liked it. I swallowed it anyway.

Max laughed at the face I made and smiled when he saw that I swallowed it.

“You may grow to like it, Phil. Many people do. I like it. I often taste my own cum. But this is your first time. If you like, you can try it again. You may grow to like it a lot. Lots of people, men and women, grow to love the taste of cum as I explained to you. You may be one of them or you may never grow to like it. Only time will tell,”, Max said.

“OK, Max. Maybe I will try it again. Can you do it again right now?”, I asked.

Max laughed and said, “Oh, no! I can't cum again right now. I have to rest a while in between. Anyway, with our talk and play our time is up. Your mom will be here in 10 minutes to pick you up from after-care. Let's get ourselves together and have you out there waiting for her. Let me straighten your hair and your clothes. Let me get cleaned up and dressed and then we can leave”, Max said.

Max wiped up his cum from the floor. He took a handkerchief and cleaned off his cock head, His cock seemed a little less big now, and was bending a bit towards the floor. It was still bigger than it was when he first took off his shorts. The skin was covering almost all of his red knob with just the end sticking out. He pulled the skin back and wiped the exposed knob of any cum and wetness there was. I watched and learned. Then Max put on his clothes and straightened his hair.

We made certain no one was nearby as we left. I went into the boys' room to wash my hands before going to the after-care area to wait for mom. Max walked up the stairs to the second, floor. I was looking forward to playing our game again. The game was becoming more and more fun. I liked this game much better then after-care activities. I couldn't wait to play with Max again.

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