Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 15:43:53 EDT
From: RGV41TX@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Joe and Me.

This story goes back to when I was about 12 years old. It had been one
hell of a week. My father had been killed at his job on the oil rig. Mom
was not handling things very well. And my little sister was only 4 years
old, so she didn't understand that Dad was now gone forever. I couldn't
believe what was happening. My own world was changing and I didn't like
it one bit. After all the funeral stuff and gobs of people in our house,
it was nice to have some peace and quiet. I guess I spoke too soon
though. Mom informed me that her brother Joe was gonna be visiting and
probably staying with us for a short time. Appears he and his wife were
having marital problems and he felt that he could kill two birds with one
stone and be here to help Mom cope with losing dad. I didn't like Uncle
Joe because he was always drinking and acting super macho and all. The
worse part was when Mom told me that I was going to have to share my bed
with him. This really pissed me off, but there was nothing I could do.
Uncle Joe arrived on Friday just as scheduled. He and Mom hugged. I could
tell she was really glad to have him here with us. He picked up little
Kasey and gave her a great big hug. "WHERE'S MY FAVORITE NEPHEW?" "HERE I
AM UNCLE JOE." Mom had told me to be nice to him, so I was trying my
best. Mom and Uncle Joe talked for a bit while I straightened up my
bedroom. Just then Mom called for me. I walked back into the living room.
"LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GONNA BE ROOMMATES LITTLE BUDDY. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND.
IF YOU DO, I CAN SLEEP ON THE COUCH." I turned to Mom, and met that look
that said "You had better not act a fool." "OF COURSE NOT UNCLE JOE.
WE'RE ALL GLAD TO HAVE YOU HERE." He smiled and gave me a wink. That
evening Mom prepared fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and apple pie for
dessert. "I'M GONNA GET FAT WITH ALL THIS GOOD COOKING. I HAVEN'T HAD A
GOOD HOME-COOKED MEAL IN AGES," said Uncle Joe. After dinner we went into
the living room and watched TV. Around 9:30 Mom told me that it was time
for me to take my bath and get ready for bed. I tried to persuade Mom to
let me stay up later, but she said tonight was a school night. About 15
minutes later I was in bed. I started getting mad all over again about
sharing my bed. I wish Uncle Joe would sleep on the couch. I could hear
Mom telling Uncle Joe goodnight. It had been a long day, and that they
could catch up with things tomorrow. Just then my bedroom door opened. I
was facing the window with my back to the door. The lamp was on and I was
pretending to be asleep. I didn't feel like talking. "HEY LITTLE BUDDY.
ARE YOU ASLEEP ALREADY?" I laid motionless hoping Uncle Joe would get the
hint. I heard him undressing. He was messing with his belt. Next I heard
his zipper being pulled down. I heard his clothes hit the floor and then
he got into bed. "I'M REALLY GLAD TO BE HERE LITTLE BUDDY. AND THANKS FOR
LETTING ME CRASH IN YOUR ROOM." Once again I said nothing. I guess we
both must have been tired because Uncle Joe was snoring in about 5
minutes, and I don't even remember falling asleep. It must have been a
few hours later when I woke up to go use the bathroom. I was startled
when I realized someone was in my bed. I went and took a piss and then
returned to bed. I guess about five minutes later I felt Uncle Joe
stirring. He was mumbling in his sleep. I stayed real still trying to
figure out what he was saying. All of a sudden he rolled towards me. His
chest was up against my back. Being that I was only wearing a pair of
boxers, I could feel his hairy chest on my back. It reminded me of my
Dad. He too had a hairy chest. Next Uncle Joe's arm moved across me and
then pulled me close to him. Maybe he was dreaming of his wife? His hand
stroked my chest, and then moved down to my stomach. Should I wake him
up? His face was now against my neck. All of a sudden I felt something
poking my backside. Was it Uncle Joe's cock? OMG. It was! He started
humping my backside in slow deep motions. I knew that this was wrong, but
I was kind of enjoying it. My own cock was now coming to life. I hadn't
gotten the chance to play with it before going to sleep, so now it was
asking to "come out and play." It felt really good to be held like that.
I missed Dad and this kind of helped ease the emptiness caused by his
death. Just then I noticed that my butt felt kind of wet. I reached
behind me, and my hand came in contact with Uncle Joe's cock. It was
sticking out of his boxers and was oozing precum bigtime. It felt warm to
the touch and was very hard. This was the first time I had touched a cock
other than my own! It was so big too. Mine was maybe around 4 inches
hard. Uncle Joe's was maybe 8 inches? I couldn't resist myself. I had to
keep feeling his cock. My trembling hand wrapped itself around his
throbbing cock. This was so fucking hot! All of a sudden Uncle Joe moved
in his sleep. I pulled my hand away as fast as I could! Was he awake? Did
he feel my playing with his cock? I guess not. He just moved and then
stayed lying flat on his back. His hand though was on his cock. The sheet
was still covering his hand held cock, so I pulled it off so I could see
him grabbing his cock. There was just enough light coming through the
bedroom window to still make things out. My own hand moved down my
stomach and onto my own hard cock. I really needed to jackoff. It had
been about a month that I had started shooting cum. Some guys were
talking about jacking off after school one day, so I decided to take
matters into my own hands and see if this "shooting cum thing" was real
or not. Yes, it was! Now I needed to shoot some cum. But looking at Uncle
Joe's hard cock dripping with precum looks awfully tasty. I wonder how it
tasted? I had heard the guys at school also talk about blowjobs. That it
felt great getting their cock sucked. I wondered if sucking a cock would
be just as great? Curiosity won out! I let go of my own cock and moved
towards Uncle Joe's. In between his slow strokes I stuck out my tongue
and licked his cockhead. It stated kinda salty, but not bad. Not bad at
all. He stopped stroking his cock once my mouth enveloped the head. I
couldn't believe what I was doing! As I was sucking Uncle Joe's cock, I
grabbed my own cock and started jacking it. Uncle Joe was starting to
moan. He must have been having one hell of a dream? I could tell that his
breathing was a little harder now. It was then that I realized I was cock
hungry. I never knew that I loved cock so much. Sucking his cock had my
own cock the hardest it had ever been! I tried swallowing his own cock,
but could only get about half of it down my throat. All of a sudden I
felt his two hands grab my head and pull it down on his cock. He started
pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. He was fucking my throat! I
tried to keep from gagging, and most of all from making any loud noises.
All I needed now was for Uncle Joe to wake up and find me sucking his
cock! My own cock was starting to ooze precum. I could feel Uncle Joe's
cock swelling in my mouth. My left hand cupped his balls while my right
hand stroked away. His balls were full and tight and beginning to pull
up. I knew what that meant. He was getting close to blowing his load!
Should I pull off his cock? Should I swallow his load of cum? Just then I
felt his hands push my head down onto his cock as he started to cum! Rope
after rope of creamy white cum started shooting out of his piss slit!
I hadn't expected so much! He was shooting double of what I normally
shoot. I tried my best to keep from spilling a drop. This was so fucking
hot! Just then my own cock started throbbing and shooting it's own ropes
of sticky white cum! Here I was covered with cum. My mouth full of cum
with some of it dripping down my chin, and my hand covered with cum
oozing between my fingers. All I could do was smell and breath cum!
Finally Uncle Joe started to slow down with his pumping. His cock started
to get soft and smaller. In all this cumming I had forgotten to keep my
eye on Uncle Joe. Was he still asleep? Yes! Thank god he was! He was
still breathing hard, but you could also tell that he was falling into a
relaxing and "spent" sleep. I wonder how long had he been carrying that
huge load around? I needed to clean myself up bigtime. I eased myself out
of bed and went to the bathroom to wash myself off. When I returned to
bed, Uncle Joe was snoring again. Did all that really happen? Was Uncle
Joe asleep through it all? Was I gay? Was it going to happen again
tomorrow nite?