Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2010 07:58:48 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Uncle John is S-o-o-o Hot, Part Two"   by Jay Roberts    Gay Incest

I stared down at his rod.  The heat that must have flowed from my eyes
glanced on the surface and stimulated it.  At least something happened
because it was rising like a magician's assistant levitating.  That was
fogging my mind.

What a beauty I kept thinking.  It was begging for attention.  I reached
down and cradled it in my sweaty hand.  It grew more.  It radiated heat.
It grew a little moist and that caused a wafting of sexy odors to reach my
nose.

Oh shit, he may be my uncle and I may be putting him at risk of a long jail
sentence, but I have my destiny.  I moved my hand.  Two things happened: it
rose to its full height and a drop of precum appeared on the pink head at
the piss slit.  That was significant.  Next, Johnnie cakes began breathing
deeply.  Then he spoke with difficulty, haltingly.  "Shane, oh Shane we
shouldn't but..."

"I know," I said soothingly, you need help, don't you?"

He nodded and expelled a held breath.

If there were any further doubts in the uncle/hunk's mind, my next
movements pulled them away, to be replaced by intense passion.  I began the
softest imaginable movement along his prick shaft.  On the upswing I
allowed my thumb to swipe over his cock head, moving the growing
accumulations of pre cum to move around, lubricating the head.

He began a low growling moan that seemed to accelerate and grow louder with
each trip I made on his long fat cock.  Soon he was slipping to a sexual
orbit.  His mouth was slack and his eyes tightly shut.  Suddenly he grabbed
my hand.  "Stop!  No more! Fuck me!"

Whoa and double whoa.  Where did that come from?  With those words he
revealed that he knew more about man sex that I ever thought.  Now I had
never done this.  My experience, such as it was, consisted of some mutuals
with friends and one suck session with Tommy Adams that wasn't too great.

He half sat up.  "Did you hear me Shane.  You started this, now finish it."

He lifted his heavy muscled fuzzy legs into the air.  The bottoms of his
nice feet were exposed and he put his hands under his full thighs and
lifted them.  The target was exposed, blinking a come hither at me.  Could
I refuse?  No way!

I pulled him further to the edge of the bed and I stood between his hot
legs.  He was already making little mewling sounds of anticipation.  I felt
as if I wasn't the fourteen year old kid but that I was the mature one.
Now I didn't mention this before but my garbage is a little odd.  I am
totally hairless but fully developed.  In fact, I am the one they point to
in the shower as the monster kid.  I put the big fat mushroom head against
his sucking hole.  I pushed in a little.  His face was wreathed with pain.

"I hurting you.  Should I stop?"

"Don't stop.  I can take it."

But poor sweet, handsome, hot uncle's face was wreathed with pain.  He
pushed toward me and I leaned hard against his ass.  It popped past his
tight ring and I was inside his dark hot interior.  I paused to get my shit
together, but his ass was pushing against me, urging me to get on with it.

I began to feel masterly.  I thought 'you want a fuck?  You're going to get
one, or I'll die trying.'  I reared back and almost disengaged, then I
pushed forward with one swoop.  He hooted out his surprise, pain, joy
whatever.  Then I began fucking him madly.  I showed no respect.  I was in
for my own nutting, the hell with him.  Sex can be selfish, huh?

An observer would have seen my hips thrusting so hard and fast, they were a
blur.  They would also have heard Uncle J sobbing with job, hiccuping in
passion and drooling like the village idiot.

Could this go on longer.  No way.  After all I was a kid.  At that age it's
hard to keep from coming with all the extreme stimulation by kid's cock was
getting.  But Uke was also sliding past his more mature control.  His cock
was jumping up and down on his belly leaving a pool of precum.

I began to feel my legs locking and making it difficult to thrust.  I felt
as if I was pushing through heavy jelly.  I know myself.  I know I was
about to give one of my cums.  When I cum, I really cum.  I'd in orbit, out
of control, and the quantity I shoot is prodigious, maybe a half cup in
eight pulsings.

I wanted him to join me.  I grabbed his prick and roughly shagged it.  His
cries reached a new pitch.  "You shit head nephew.  I can't hold on.  Cum
with me!"

He didn't have to say it.  I was there with a boyish scream I began
unloading.  His eyes opened wide at the force of my cum hitting his insides
with hot fluid.  His cock began to lift and shake and a long stream shot
out and hit his full lips.  He licked it and then sagged as his next pulses
began, finally ending with dribbles on his chest.

I pulled out.  I shoved my pretty uncle's legs so that he was on the bed.
I got next to him and pulled the covers over us.  We were pretty spermy,
but what the hell.  I put my head on his chest and in a moment we were both
snoring.

I woke up pretty early and saw that Uncle John wasn't in the bed, nor was
he in his own bed across the room, but I heard noises from the kichen.  I
padded, naked downstairs and there he was, naked, but with Mom's apron, his
ass fully exposed, a lovely sight.  The best was that he was making eggs
and bacon.  We were both starving.

"Eggs are good for replacing lost body fluids," he told me
professorially. "And the way you toss yours out, you need it."

Before sitting down I had to move one of the six packs from the chair where
he had placed it the night before.  Somehow I glanced at the writing on the
side.  It said, "non-alcoholic".  My mind was spinning.  John had pretended
to be drunk.

He saw me reading the words on the carton and looking at him sideways.

"Busted!" he said.

"That was a sneaky trick you pulled, but you didn't have to put on that
act.  All you had to do is ask."

He swallowed the egg he was eating.  "Okay, how about after breakfast?"

"You got it Uke."


End of Story