Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2000 17:58:55 +0100 From: Chas Subject: UNCLE JULES Was just looking at some pics of really horny muscle guys and I started thinking about Uncle Jules. Hey, whenever there is no guy in my life and I feel sex-starved, I always start thinking about Jules, the handsomest, sexiest guy I ever knew. He is my mother's younger brother and has just turned 30. He had a birthday party about a month ago, hired a hall, got a band in. He was there with his latest girlfriend, a big blond busty woman, and I hated her. But I didn't feel too bad about it when he and I 'accidently' happened to meet in the loo and we gave each other a quick feel and a smile. I knew it would happen. And so I suppose did he. The air was electric between us. If we had been alone I reckon we would have had our trousers down in no time. So far as I can work it out, Uncle Jules is 'straight'. That's to say he loves women, and they certainly love him. So how to explain what sometimes happens between him and me? It started like this. The first time was five years ago, when I was 15 and he was around 25. Jules happened to be staying with us in between jobs and in between accomodation. I'm an only child and we have a big house so when Jules found himself in a fix for accommodation, my mum and dad put him up in the spare room until he had sorted himself out. I loved having him around. He plays rugby and works out a lot and has a tremendous body. And dark hair and dark blue eyes that turn black when he is excited, as I was to find out. Sometimes if we were sitting in the front room watching TV Jules would sit next to me on the sofa. He's so beefy that he more than fills a chair. He sits with his legs wide open, so often his big muscular thigh would be pushed right against mine. And he has this great habit of flexing his legs when he is sitting next to you. Every now and then he pushes his big muscular leg right into you, from thigh to calf. Exciting is hardly the word. I have great difficulty knowing what to do with the throbbing erection that this brings on. Does he do this with everyone? Or is it just me? My bedroom is right next to the main bathroom and one night while I was listening to some music I heard a thumping on the wall and heard Jules call out my name. My parents were out as usual - Dad is something big in the chemical industry and they are always poncing off to some company do or other. I went to the bathroom door and asked him what was up. Well, my cock was, for a start, just thinking of him naked in there. "Come in Chas!" he shouted out. Who was I to refuse? The room was hot and steamy and there was Jules in the bath - well, I say in, but he's so big its hard to find a bath big enough to take him. He was lying there smiling up at me, all his big chest wet and shiny and glistening with water, his hair soaked and one big calf hanging over the side of the bath. His cock and balls were clearly visible, 7 or 8 inches of uncut cock with a big sleepy head and the foreskin half rolled back. He has this way of smiling at me, sort of slow and sleepy and amused about something. Every time he does it I feel something inside of me begin to melt. I asked if he was all right and he said the soap had slipped out of his hand and gone behind the loo, would I get it for him? While he was speaking to me he was rubbing his hand over his pecs, massaging his big gorgeous tits. I never saw any woman with tits as great as his. As I stood there looking at him I was aware of an almost instant erection in my jeans - and he was staring straight at it, not trying to pretend he hadn't seen, which is how I would have reacted. I retrieved the soap and put it in the tray which was right next to his cock. And I couldn't help but notice his cock had grown by a couple of inches since I first looked at it. Did this mean that I turned him on? Jules grabbed my hand in his big hand and gave me that look again, smiling and inviting. Was it an invitation? I hoped so. He took the soap in his other hand and gave it to me. "Usually I get my girlfriends to soap my back," he said, holding my hand between both of his in a very firm grip. "Why don't you do it for your old uncle?" His hands were now against my jeans and I knew he could feel my erection against the back of his wet hand. My boner started to throb painfully as I stood looking down into his upturned face trying not to stare as his cock got longer and thicker. "OK," I croaked, feeling weak at the knees. "Take your shirt off Chas, so you don't get wet." Now he had his hand over his cock, was he stroking it or trying to hide his massive hardon? I took off my t-shirt, only too aware of the difference between my puny chest and his huge expanse of muscle. He bent forward in the bath, his well muscled back ready for me to begin soaping. He sighed and moaned as I soaped him as hard as I could. "That feels good," he said, his voice husky. As I ran my hands over that great back I felt I might cum all in my pants at any moment. I was sitting on the side of the bath, my huge erection clearly visible, soaping away, when he suddenly leaned back again and more or less fell into my arms. "Now soap my chest," he said, that wonderful sweet smile going right through me. I knelt at the side of the bath and did as I was told. At least my erection was not so obvious now. My face was level with his and he suddenly put his wet hand against my cheek. "Take your clothes off Chas to save getting them wet." Now I knew for certain that he liked me, and I started grinning like an idiot, hardly able to believe my luck. I leant forward toward him and the hand with the soap in it was against his erection. I saw his face change and noticed that his eyes were getting darker, all the blue swallowed up in the black. He put his big hand behind my head and I could hardly believe it when he pulled my face against his, my lips against his. I was shaking like a leaf. He's the greatest kisser I ever met. Like he puts all his heart and soul into it. I could have an orgasm just from kissing him, and once I actually did, just lying on top of him kissing, hardly moving at all and then wham! shooting a big hot load all over his firm stomach. He loved that, seemed to show him how desirable he was. He's vulnerable, I'm sure of that. When his eyes go black, his face changes and he looks almost like a boy of 16 with the body of a fully developed man. So now I was naked. He could see my erection but now I was too far gone to be embarrassed. After we finished kissing I began to soap his pecs and that turned him on a bundle. His cock was fully upright and throbbing heavily with blood. I knew, because I was soaping that too. It felt so fucking good, a real handful. I soaped it and gave it a long hard jerking session. Then I had a big big surprise. I found out what Uncle Jules liked most of all. He loved to be fucked. When my hand was nice and soapy from rubbing his cock he opened his legs as wide as he could and guided my fingers toward his hole. He was half out of the bath by now.The bathroom was hot and full of steam and both our naked bodies were covered in small water droplets. Jules was bending over the bath with my small hand up his arse. I suppose I did it without thinking. I had never fucked a guy before and hadn't even thought about it. He just looked so good bending over and the way his buns were stretched was irresistible. I stood there with the most massive hard on ever and Jules began to back up against me. My cock was between his wet muscled legs and he had to go down on his knees - elbows resting on the side of the bath, head up and his big wide mouth open and thrown back and gasping - so that I was able to penetrate him, he being so much taller than me. He was already soaped and I just slid my cock right into him. I put my hands on his big open thighs and the feeling was so great it was like I saw the Pearly Gates. I fell forward onto his back and started to ram him for all I was worth, clinging to him like a fucking limpet on a rock. My cock can't have been fully developed then but old Jules was moaning away like a good un and wanking himself off while I fucked him. I had never felt so hard and sexy in my life before nor did I remember ever shooting such a load - the shudders just went on and on for what seemed like a blissful eternity. I reached round and grabbed Jules' cock in my hand while I was still in spasm and just as I did so he released a massive hot load all over my hand and up his own chest and the front of the bath. And as he came his arse suddenly developed this wonderful suction and I felt as if I would be dragged into his hole. It pulled away at me until every drop was pulsed into his warm wet inner sanctum. I was falling and leaned all my body against his in case I fainted from ecstacy. I was laughing and crying both at once, really almost hysterical. Then both kneeling still, he turned to face me, his black eyes burning still and sort of sparkling. His big mouth was against mine and his great big arms came around my slender body. His chest was still covered in his cum. He said he had always wanted to be fucked, loved putting his fingers up his own arse, even bottles, and that I was the first guy who had ever had him. He went on to say he had had the opportunity before with guys his own age but that he was terrified of Aids and other sexually transmitted diseases and had turned them down. Then he said he knew he was safe with me. I suppose he meant that he knew I was still a virgin. I was hardly listening at the time, but I remembered it all later, just as I remember just about everything he ever said to me, and now I understand what he meant. As for me, well I loved you before our time in the bathroom Jules and after it I loved you all the more. I know you say you're straight and I know you love to fuck women, but I can give you something that they can't. Now that I'm older and bigger, I can give you even more! The bathroom was wrecked and looked as if a tidal wave had hit it, so we had to clear it all up. My parents had their own en suite shower but Mum was forever cleaning for me and Jules. Luckily the guest room and my room and the bathroom were on the third floor of the house while my parents slept on the floor below, so that for the rest of Jules' stay he and me were like a honeymooning couple in our own world. There was even a door at the top of the stairs which could be bolted from our side! Anyway, after that first electric encounter we washed each others bodies and towelled each other off. If you are lucky enough to have been washed and towelled all over by a big handsome stud with bulging muscles, you will know how envigorating it can be. Even though we had both shot our loads we were still hot and still horny and our hands and tongues were everywhere. Every now and then we stopped for a long snogging session so that by the time we were done it was past midnight. My parents weren't yet back so we locked the door to the stairs, turned out all the lights and went to bed. What time they got in I don't know, because by then Jules and me had eyes and ears only for each other and it was as if the rest of the world didn't exist. Remember I was just 15, maybe running on 16. I'd had the odd grope and the odd romance with other boys but had never ever dreamed that anything like what Jules showed me lay in store. It was like I was suddenly transported to a different world. I can hardly find the words to describe that night. It was then that I most truly turned from a boy into a man. It was like a butterfly emerging from its former grub self into a winged and wondrous world and Jules was the flower on which I fed, on his eyes and his chest and his mouth and his cock and his lovely lovely arse. We came together three more times that night, each one better than the last and each time I learned something more about this handsome man and his beautiful body. When the dawn came I looked down on the sleeping Jules and could have cried my eyes out because his face and chest looked so beautiful in the dawn light. Long black lashes against his tanned cheeks, half open sensuously curved mouth, one big arm thrown across my puny chest. I got up without waking him and went to stand at the window which faced the east. The first golden rays of a spring sun were lighting the tops of the trees and houses against the opposite ridge, the birds started to sing and carol from all the trees and bushes and roofs and it was as if I had inside me the most precious jewel in all the world. I meant to hang on to that precious jewel and cherish it and keep it bright with love. I looked back into the room, and as I did so the first rays of the lifting sun came flashing through the window and lit up the glowing golden form of my sleeping Uncle Jules. End of Part One. If you have any comments please let me know, glad to hear from you. charbry@supanet.com This is only the first instalment. Hope to post more soon.