Date: Sun, 08 Mar 2015 09:07:40 -0700 From: hash_poopy@hushmail.me Subject: Uncle Trevor, the best Uncle ever My childhood was different than most boys I had a strong attraction to other boys and grown men, some of them were related to me. And yes, I did a lot of exploring and was explored in return. It was a scary way to grow up, never sure, uncertain and afraid of being found out. None of the charters represent anyone real but depict the way I felt; the fear, feeling ashamed and little self disrespect. I also felt caring, gentleness, excitement, love and lust. A few of the men related to me offered the most sincere love and they really cared about me. How could a kid ask for more? I had lot of fun times. I hope you enjoy the story. Please remember; http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Uncle Trevor, the best Uncle ever! Chapter one: The Awakening. I lay on my back looking up into the darkness that filled my bedroom. I loved waking up when everyone else was still asleep. My hand slipped into my briefs, I wore briefs to bed every night; not the same pair, but briefs. The pair I had on was my favorite pair; I had purposely stretched them out by tugging and pulling on them often. I loved it when I could hear the stitching or elastic tear. My fingers came to rest over my limp dick. My index and pinky fingers slipped between my nuggets and thighs, moist with sweat. At eleven I loved cuddling with my private parts. It did not take long for my wiener to grow as usual. My fingers made several passes between my soft wrinkled nugget bag and my nose. I tasted the sweat for some reason and was surprised by how subtle the taste was. I didn't know what jacking off was but loved how awesome touching my wiener had become recently. It was like I could not play with it enough. I dosed off with my spike still in my fingers. The room illuminated as the sun started to come up, waking me. I realized an hour had passed. We lived in the desert and it was May, freaking hot as heck May! In preparation I had piled three blankets on top of me to make sure I formed a giant puddle of sweat. Perfect! "Zack, it is time to get ready for school." Mom sang from down the hall. "Zack, time for school." My little brothers squeaked from their bedroom. I rolled to my stomach in a groan of displeasure and pulled my hand from my underwear, shit! I hated the fifth grade. I could hear my Mom approaching and knew I had to do a great performance if I was going to pull this off. I quickly tossed the blankets to the floor. "Zack, get up Sweetie." My Mom whispered through my door, knocking softly. Perfect she went past my room to my little brother's room. They were ginger twins, just a smaller version of me but a lot cuter. They slept in the same bed and it was not unusual for them to be found in my bed with me in the morning. I loved how cuddly they were when they slept. They faked hard to wake up resulting is a daily tickle fight with my Mom. The ruckus always caused me to smile and chuckle. For them school was a four hour playtime followed by a three hour playtime at the after school daycare. For me school was seven hours of hell. It was their first year at school and I preferred them being in pre-school. At least their pre-school was not at my school. I dashed to the bathroom taking advantage of my Mom being distracted by Zane and Conner. I turned on the hot water and tossed a wash cloth into the steamy spray; then to the toilet. God, I love taking my morning leak. I let my half hard wienie hang freely as the dark yellow fluid fell from my body. I gently felt the liquid flow through my shaft holding it loosely just enough to get my foreskin back a little from my wiener head like I did every morning; I slipped a finger into the warm spray to play with it before I had a taste as I studied the tepid stream that escaped me, I loved it, even the smell. Fuck it felt amazing, warm to the touch. The taste was a different story! "Yuck!" I proclaimed when I tasted my morning pee. I pressed the scalding hot wash cloth to my face and held it. Fuck, it hurt but it was worth it! I tossed the washcloth in the general direction of the dirty cloths bin, examined my red face before I dashed to my bedroom and dove between my sheets kicking the thin blankets under my bed. My Mom came into my bedroom seconds later and I stared blankly at her. I could smell my boy sweat; I covered just the tip of my nose with the sheet. It was nasty but part of the act, I had to be clammy. "Time to get up, Sweetie." Mom sang. "Okay Mommy, just give me a sec." I giggled pathetically. "Are you okay?" Mom said, pulling the sheet back exposing my face and feeling my forehead. "I'm okay, Mommy." I sighed as my Mom felt my cheeks. "I don't think so; you have a fever, Sweetie." "I need to go to class today Mommy, please!" I coughed and gasped. "You are staying in bed young man!" Mom insisted, "I'll see if Grams can come and stay with you." This was not part of my plan, I wanted to be alone; I never seem to be alone! Mom leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and I smiled up at her weakly. The all day private time was stripped from me but at least I would have an hour or two. It was also much harder to fool Grams so it was likely that I would be in school later in the day. "Okay Mommy," I sighed, "I will be good." "You are always good, Zack." Mom smiled moving my hair exposing more of my face. Well my plan went off without a hitch, well almost. For the next half hour I listened to my brothers and Mom play together as she got the twins ready for school. They were a big pain but I loved them like crazy and had to laugh quietly as I eavesdropped on the ruckus. The side door banged as they ran out to the car and the house became quiet. My Mom came back in and padded silently to my bedroom. I faked being asleep when she came in and sat on my bed. The back of her hand came in contact with my forehead. I blinked my eyes open. "Is Grams here Mom?" I whispered. "You must be feeling a little better; you are not so warm anymore." Mom hushed as she continued to inspect my fake cold, "and you did not call Me Mommy, I miss you calling me Mommy." Shit I blew an important element of faking sick with my Mom, the "Mommy" factor! "Sorry Mommy." I giggled sweetly. "Grams will be here around noon, she has a Doctor's appointment this morning," Mom sighed concerned, "Will you be okay, Sweetie?" "I will just go to school late, I will need a late note Mommy," I sighed with a little fake cough, "I don't want to be alone and I need to walk the twins' home." "You are not going to give your cold to your classmates; be a big boy. Call me if you need me." "Okay Mommy." I sighed snuggling into my bed. I closed my eyes and felt my Mom give me a soft kiss on the forehead. I should get a freaking Oscar for this performance. The side door slammed, the car started and I was alone! "YES!" I cheered! The sheets were cold and clammy with my sweat. I shuddered with a chill even though it was hot. I grabbed the blankets and resumed my sweating. My scent hung heavily in the air. I tossed off my underwear that landed randomly on the floor. I massaged my body with my eyes closed; I liked the feel of my tacky skin. The covers and sheet came over my face and I traced the shape of my nose, lips and ears. My hair and forehead was moist. I rolled my dime size nipples and was curious about the nubs getting hard. My fingers slipped into my wet pits; time for another sniff. I liked the way I smelled and just assumed everyone liked their smell. I felt each rib as my hands slid down, then my tummy. I pushed my tummy like the Doctor had done every time I saw him and wondered what he was looking for. I found a little grit in my belly button as I rolled my fingertip around in the indention. My hands found my wiener and grapes and I rolled them in my fingers. I slid my foreskin back and felt my pee hole, still wet. Then I traced the shape of my mushroom with the tip of my finger before letting the skin slide back to cuddle it. It was always moist under my foreskin. The smell was much different; kind of stinky but I liked it. I sucked on my finger as I slid the skin back and forth on my wiener for more delightful self indulgence. This was one of my favorite ways to play with myself. It felt good but soon I was board. I pulled my legs up and started to explore my butt hole just like I planned. It was wrinkled, tight and very tacky. I tried to push my finger in and was surprised how easy it was with all the sweat in my crack. Pinky tip, more sweat; index tip, first knuckle, second knuckle; all the way in! "I got you, butt!" I giggled. I stuck each finger in as far as it would go several times and giggled to myself enjoying this nasty game. It felt amazing but it was time for a sniff. "Gross!" I choked, "That is nasty!" My fingers trembled and I swallowed hard. I was determined to complete the adventure I had been planning for weeks. I became nervous when I saw that brown gunk was under my fingernails. I had to do this! "Okay Zack, here we go." I whispered, shoving all four of my fingers into my mouth. I was prepared for the worst but to be honest they tasted better than they smelled. Not that they tasted yummy or anything. I had done it; I tasted my butt's insides! "Shower time." I proclaimed having completed what I set out to do. I walked freely through the house completely naked. Then I looked at the pool and decided to trot in the back yard. Our house was on a steep hill and impossible to see into the back yard. My parents and little brothers always swam nude but I gave that up a few years ago. "Why not?" I proclaimed jumping into the deep end. The feeling of the water rushing past my spike felt amazing and so taboo, you are not supposed to pop one in the pool! Then I looked at the outdoor shower my Dad had put in last year, hot and cold water. Everyone had used it naked except me. "Awesome," I sighed to myself, "I'll take my shower outside." The water felt amazing as I slid my soapy hands on my body. I stood under the spray for the longest time exploring my body as I gazed out over the valley. The water started to get cool so I quickly and thoroughly washed my wiener just like my Dad had taught me. I dashed to my bedroom. After I dried off I pulled on some fresh underwear, some shorts and headed for the fridge for a soda and some left over pizza. My wiener slipped out of the fly of my stretched out briefs. "That tickles." I choked to myself, my mouth full. I flopped down on the couch to watch some TV and started to flip through the channels. "The highs today will be in the triple digits..." a woman chattered. "Nope, not the weather." I mumbled as I chewed. "On Sesame Street..." sing. "Nope, give me a break." Belch. "You know what is wrong Mandy; you and my..." "Soaps, NO!" I gasped, chugging some Coke! "An Air Camdon flight to Hawaii went down in the Pacific less than three hours..." "Boring, not the news." I huffed, taking another bite of pizza. "Hey Patrick, where are you going..." "SpongeBob!" I cheered. I watched cartoons and fiddled with my wiener most of the morning. I had more junk food, cookies for breakfast desert and a huge glass of milk. Way too soon I heard a car pull into the driveway. I quickly pulled my hand from my shorts and started up my sick act again. It was my Mom, not Grams! "Mom, why are you here?" I panicked. This was weird and scary, Mom just stared at me. She had been crying for some reason. "Mom, what's wrong." I cried, running to her. She held me tight and started sobbing. I squeezed her with everything I had, sobbing along with her. She pulled back, sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. Then her lower lip started to quiver and she buried her face into my neck. I could feel her tears rolling down my back. "Mommy, what's wrong?" I was really terrified; I had never seen my Mom like this, not ever. She seemed to pull it together a little and once again pulled back grasping my shoulders. I searched for answers in her grief. She sniffled and moved to sit on the couch. She took a few deep breaths and patted the spot beside her. I sat down with my arm around her. "It is your Uncle Don and Uncle Jerry." She whispered. "Their flight; the plane went down." "Are they okay, what happened?" I shuddered. "I don't know, their searching for survivors," Mom sniffled; "Donny, little Donny!" "They will find them Mom, they have too!" I squeaked trying to hold back my tears. "Poor little Liam," Mom whaled, "what about Liam!" Uncle Don was my Mother's little brother by two minutes and Uncle Jerry was his husband. They were my favorite Uncles, more like friends than grown men. Liam was my cousin and was just a few months older than me. We were best friend every since I can remember. Every year my Uncles would take us to some theme park or camping while my parents went somewhere "romantic" yuck! I had spent every summer with them. The next couple of days were awful, everyone was crying. I slept with the twins while Uncle Trevor used my bed. For some reason they were wetting the bed, I didn't care if I got wet, we needed to cuddle together. The plans were made for my parents and Grams to meet the other members of the family that were congregating in San Francisco. Then we got the word that my Uncles hand been found, it was not good news, not good at all. My Grandma Emma took the twins and Uncle Trevor stayed with me. He was my youngest uncle, always like a friend to me rather than an adult. He liked hanging around with me whenever he came over. I did not know how I would do it but I was supposed to go back to school, I managed. I think going back to school and having my own bed back might have helped me not think about stuff so much. Uncle Trevor used Mom and Dad's room. It would take a week for my uncle's bodies to get back to San Francisco. Uncle Trevor and I would join them after the funeral plans were made. The next night with Uncle Trevor felt okay. He had been extra cuddly with me because I was so upset. I had never spent much time with him cuddling, mostly we just horsed around. I was never alone much with him but since he moved back home after the Navy we were getting to know each other a lot better. The next day school seemed to last forever. The sun beat down on me as I slowly walked home alone. It was my job to walk the twins' home and I missed them. I sat on the couch watching the TV. For the second night in a row Uncle ordered pizza. "How are you holding up, Kiddo?" he asked sweetly, running his fingers through my hair. "Okay I guess, it is just kind of weird." I sighed thoughtfully, "the funeral with be awful." "You don't have to go, Sweetie." Uncle Trevor whispered rubbing my thigh, kissing the side of my head. "No, I need to be with Liam," I sniffled, gazing into my Uncles eyes, "can you imagine how awful it must be for him, both of his parents gone." "You are a very good kid, Buddy." My uncle complements, rubbing my chest and tummy, "let's have some beers." We sat on the couch staring at the TV, Uncle Trevor pressed up next to me. We did not say much and even though I did not really like the taste of beer I drank three. He kept getting closer and more snuggly, I liked him so close. He would rub my kneecap and up my leg slipping his fingers up the leg of my shorts. God, it felt amazing. I knew he was just being loving because I was scared and upset. I also knew he should not be rubbing me like that. No way was I going to tell him to stop. I finished my final slice of pizza and slumped back into the sofa. I put my foot on the edge of the coffee table causing my leg to bend a little. I knew exactly what I was doing; or did I? The leg of my shorts was loose and easily slid in this position. As he rubbed my thigh his fingers slid further and further up the leg of my shorts. I let my leg fall to the side resting on my uncle's leg making my privates available for the taking, if he wanted to. Cradled in his love he could do anything to me and I would love it. That did not happen. As soon as the tip of his fingers slipped into the baggy leg of my briefs and traced my sack he jerked his hand out. "It is getting late Zack, let's go to bed." Uncle Trevor hushed nervously. "Okay Uncle Trevor, see you in the morning." I sighed and yawned. I got up and stretched staggering a little; the beer! The next thing I knew I was scooped up and carried like a little boy to my bedroom. We were hot and sweaty, sticking together as our bare chests cuddled. I had my arms around his shoulders and my face buried into his neck. He held my bottom and my legs just dangled. I could smell his strong scent on him and could feel his stubble. God, I loved this new kind of affection. I was laid down in my bed like a fragile piece of glass or something. He sat down and put my feet into his lap. I smiled at him closing my eyes as he rubbed my feet. It was as if I was in some kind of dream, relaxed and safe. "Here let's get you ready for bed." Uncle Trevor whispered, undoing the button of my shorts and pulling down the zipper. "I can do it." I sighed half asleep. I made no effort to do it myself except to raise my rump as I was disrobed. I jumped a little when he pulled off my underwear. Completely naked just laying there scared me a little. I quickly rolled to my side curling up into a ball. Uncle Trevor leaned over and kissed my left butt cheek before getting up and covering me with the sheet. "I love you Zack, you know that right?" Uncle Trevor whispered into my ear. His hot beer breath washed over my face and the only response I could manage was a grunt. His lips landed on my cheek and he kissed me. Not a normal kiss but a long kiss. He turned my head and kissed me softly on the lips. I did not kiss back, I was asleep. "Night Zack." I woke up sometime in the middle of the night with a raging piss hard-on. I was so hard it hurt! When I got out of bed I remembered that I was naked but there was no time to find my underwear. I stumbled to the bathroom and decided to sit on the pot rather than trying to hit the bowel standing. It was hard to bend my wiener down but eventually my bladder emptied. "Thank God, no more beer for me." I whispered to myself, my wiener starting to soften. I made my way back to my bedroom and turned on the light. I found my underwear; I was just staring at them. I was confused by my Uncle's actions and knew he should not be rubbing me, taking my clothes off and kissing me. Or was he just being loving towards me? I raised one leg at a time and put my underwear back on. I killed the light and tumbled back into my bed. My hand made its way inside of my briefs and I cupped my wiener and nuggets like always; I drifted back to sleep. "Zack, pay attention!" Mr. Johnson barked. My math teacher was writing problems on the board. Shoot not another test! I watched his back flex and twist as he scribbled. He had rolls of fat falling out from his sides. He was hairy all over and the black fur filled his butt crack. He turned around and looked right at me. He had boobies like a lady and his fat stomach all most covered his wiener. It was tiny barely peeking out from a massive tangled black bunch of curls! "What are you staring at Zack, want to suck my dick?" Mr. Johnson laughed. The whole class started to laugh and stare at me. I was naked and hard! Mr. Conner's big belly shook like a giant bowel of Jello as he laughed and pointed at me. Suddenly I sat up in the dawn and realized I was still in my bed drenched in sweat, a bad dream, oh yes a bad dream! It was barley light out and I had to piss again. "This is messed up." I mumbled as my boner led the way to the bathroom. As my bladder emptied I made several swipes through the stream. I smelled it twice and tasted it once. I had to try to get the dream out of my head. "Nasty." I rolled my foreskin back and forth enjoying my stiff little pole. Back in my bedroom I sat on my bed and thought about Uncle Trevor as I played with my spike. Uncle Trevor was slim and muscular, much younger than my Dad who carried a few extra pounds. I wondered what he looked like naked and how big his wiener would be hard. I found I really liked it when I popped my mushroom in and out of my foreskin. I slipped my underwear down to my ankles. My ears were seeking out any sound from the rest of the house as I played with my new best friend, my wiener. I was melting into heaven as the pure pleasure washed over my body from the awesome feeling generating from my tool. "You are UP early, Pal." Uncle Trevor joked from my doorway. "SHOOT!" I exclaimed fumbling to cover up. I rolled to my stomach and covered my head with my pillow. I started to cry. Would he be mad at me, what if he told? This just made a horrible week even worse. He sat on my bed and fixed the sheet covering me. "It is okay Buddy," Uncle Trevor chuckled "we all do it. I jacked off last night before I went to sleep." "You did?" I peeped, "How did you, you know?" Uncle Jack was rubbing my back, over my butt and down my thighs. Was it really okay? I was not really sure what jacking off was but had an idea. Kids always joked about it at school. The bed shifted and my uncle slipped in next to me rubbing me from under the sheet now. I trembled in fear with my underwear still around my ankles. He tried to pull my head out from under my pillow but I held tight. I had never been rubbed on my naked butt, it was amazing. His strong fingers squeezed my butt cheeks and his fingers slipped into my crack. I relaxed and started to enjoy the attention. After all he could not tell on me without me telling on him. It was just for us. I eventually pulled my head out crossed my arms and rested my head on them. I pushed my underwear off with my feet and spread my legs. They were not doing me any good around my ankles anyways, I thought. Uncle Trevor stopped rubbing me and I felt the bed shake. He was striping his boxers off! He snuggled back up to me and resumed his massage. "I want to see you Zack; can I pull the sheet back?" Uncle hissed. "No, it's embarrassing." I whispered. "Okay, no problem," Uncle Trevor hushed, kissing my neck, "rollover, Sweetie." I shook my head "no" as he started to kiss his way down my back. I was scared to death and excited at the same time. He rubbed his cheeks between my shoulder blades; his face was smooth, he had shaved! If this was what it was like to be molested I loved the heck out of it! His tongue snaked its way down my back and into my butt crack and I spread my legs wider. Then he moved between my legs. Closer and closer he licked and kissed his way to my hole. He spread my cheeks and took a deep whiff. I knew he smelled my nasty butt hole. He groaned and plunged his tongue at my wrinkly little pucker! Oh my, GOD!" I yelped. I twisted in shock to see and noticed the sheet was off, I was terrified and started shaking. Uncle Trevor lifted his head and smiled at me. He winked, licked his lips and went back to my butt hole. "Mmmmmm, yummy." My uncle sighed. "I'm scared Uncle Trevor." I trembled. "It is okay Zack, you seem to like it." Uncle whispered, muffled by my butt cheeks. The truth was that I did like it, I liked it a lot! I also did not know what to do; I needed time to work this out. No one is ever supposed to do what we were doing. This was the most bad thing I had ever done; with anyone! "Come on Zack, let me love on your front," Uncle Trevor pleaded, trying to turn me over, "please let me love you there." Uncle Trevor forced his hand under me and found my hard dick. I gasped! No one had ever seen me with a boner except the twins. Until that moment I was the only person to touch it when it was hard! I panicked! "No Stop!" I cried, sobbing heavily. "Okay Buddy, I'm sorry." Uncle Trevor stuttered. I kept my eyes clenched shut and felt him come up next to me. He flopped his leg over my wide spread leg; his hand massaged my bottom. I relaxed this was much better. I stopped crying and just enjoyed his tender touch on my butt. He wiggled his fingertip at my back door and slipped it inside. I sighed out. His finger seemed huge but I liked him wiggling it deeper and deeper inside of me. I was involuntarily humping into my bed as his finger plunged in deep. I could not help but to moan out. The bed was shaking as he slipped his finger in and out of me. I was thrusting faster and faster, Uncle Trevor was gasping and panting. Then he pushed in even deeper and something deep inside of me lit up. It was like the most intense amazing feeling I had ever had, exploding deep within my wiener. "Oh my gosh!" I cried out; out of control. I clenched my butt tight on his intruding finger not wanting the feeling to end. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shot through me as I forced my wiener hard into my bed. Then I felt my uncle go tense and his finger just stayed anchored deep up my butt. The bed was still and a strange smell enveloped my senses. I was curious but did not ask or look to see where it was coming from. Uncle Trevor and me collapsed in sweaty heap. He pulled his finger out; I missed it immediately. "You okay, Zack?" I did not answer, I didn't know if I was okay or not. I felt him kiss the back of my head and the motion of him leaving me. As his footsteps faded down the hall I pulled the sheet back up. I was totally confused by what just happened to me. I could hear the water on in my parents shower. Feeling safe I rolled over to look at my wienie, it was red from humping my bed and was really hard but other than that it looked fine. I was really stinky for some reason and figured it would be a good time to get my own shower. I grabbed my briefs and tiptoed to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror as I waited for the water to get hot. It was clear that I had been crying but that was the last of my worries. What was I going to say to my uncle? I needed to know if what we did was okay. I used a hand mirror to inspect my butt hole. I giggled when I relaxed and it opened up a little. I stuck my finger back up my hole feeling the warmth of my insides. "Why does it feel so good?" I whispered. With my finger up my butt I looked at the funny looking freckled boy looking back from my reflection. I watched my hand fall out from behind myself and my finger move to my nose; I took in the stink, shrugged my shoulders and went into the shower. The shower felt amazing and after another quick sniff and taste I washed my nasty finger along with the rest of my stinky body. After the water started to get cool I stepped out and dried off. The news playing on the TV was accented by clatter coming from the kitchen. I slipped my briefs back on and rushed to my bedroom not wanting to be seen. I quickly pulled on some shorts and examined myself in the mirror over my dresser. The usual freckled, scrawny, pale kid with a red mop and big nose looked back at me from the reflection. I fussed with my hair a little, looked inside of my mouth and up my nose. I examined the long green crusty booger that I had dug out of my nose. I watched myself eat the slimy snot before I flexed my muscles, or lack of them in the mirror. "Who am I kidding?" I whispered in disgust. "Breakfast is ready, Zack." Uncle Trevor called from the kitchen. I started trembling taking a deep breath. I had no idea how I would handle myself around my uncle. Why did I let him molest me? Why was I such a screw up? Why did I like it so much? I took another deep breath. "I'll be right there." I called out faking to be cheerful. After a few more deep breaths I padded quietly down the hall, turning the corner into the kitchen. "What are you wearing?" I busted up. "What? It is your Mom's apron." Uncle Trevor laughed. We both busted up at the frilly flowered apron Uncle Trevor had on, it was the only thing he had on except a pair of tiny red briefs. As he flipped the pancakes I watched his muscular butt flex covered in the tight thin cotton, his soft, muscular, smooth tan back was beautiful. Suddenly I was completely at ease with the situation, enjoying watching my uncle as I sat at the table. He put two plates full of steamy pancakes down and removed the silly apron. "Whoa, I never saw undies like that!!!" I gasped, totally embarrassed. "I like the pouch in the front; it holds my dick and balls nice and cozy, Zack." Uncle Trevor joked, "If you like them I'll buy you a pair." "No thanks, I would love some boxers like the cool boys at school rather than always wearing stupid tighty-whities." I laughed. "You are too old to wear briefs all the time; it's not good for you." Uncle Trevor sighed, his mouth stuffed, "You don't have to wear anything around me if you don't want to. You need to let your junk roam freely, Kiddo." "That's okay I'm fine." I smacked. "You have no idea how fucking fine you are, Sweetie." Gasp! "Stop it." I giggled. Once again embarrassed I blushed and ate the rest of my breakfast quietly. Uncle Trevor was chattering nonstop like he always did. I laughed at his jokes even though he had told me them already, a million times. Then he told me some new ones. "What is it when a man talks dirty to a boy?" Uncle Trevor giggled. "I don't know, what?" I laughed. "Foreplay, get it, foreplay!" Uncle gasped! "What's the speed limit of man on boy sex?" "105?" I guessed randomly. "No, 68 because at 69 you have to turn around." "What's the ultimate rejection?" Uncle chuckled. "You fall asleep." I laughed. "That's right but it is your hand falls asleep!" Uncle Trevor laughed. "What did the man say when his naked little boy sat on his face?" "You got me, Uncle Trevor." I chuckled. "Let me poke around and see it I can find anything tasty!" Uncle Trevor continued to tell me naughty jokes and I pretended to laugh. I did not get most of them but soon realized they had things in common, a man and a boy or a boy and a boy. I just figured most naughty jokes had boys in them. But I was getting tired of the jokes. "Can we go to the park Uncle Trevor, please?" "Sure we can, but no briefs, I will get you some boxers while we are out." "What, you don't want me to wear anything under my shorts?" I gasped in disbelief. "Let your junk run free, it will be fun." Uncle Jack mumbled through his mouth full of pancakes. After breakfast I helped with the dishes and everything seemed to be back to normal. I went to my room and quickly shucked my briefs pulling my shorts back up. I finished getting dressed putting on my favorite high-top sneakers. After another hour of my uncle fussing around the house we eventually we went to the park, a boys clothing store where he got me several pairs of awesome boxers and to the toy store. He kept hugging me; I squirmed playfully but loved him hugging me. My wiener danced in its new found freedom. "Anything you want, Kiddo." Uncle Trevor chimed as we went up and down the rows in the toy store. "Anything?" I questioned. "Sure, what about a remote control car or video game?" "Can I get a big kid game?" I smiled slyly, "Dad can't find out." "Let's go take a look, Buddy." Uncle whispered, kissing my cheek, "Your Dad doesn't have to know what we do, can you keep a secret?" "Absolutely!" I cheered, running to the video game section. After about an hour I made my selection and we left. He was excited about the game as much as I was. I sat in the front seat of his truck anxious to get home with my zombie game. It was a real slasher and I knew I would be dead if anyone found out I had it. I looked up from the game and realized he was going the back way home, not that I minded much but it did take longer. "Hey Zack, come sit next to me and tell me about the game." I undid my seat belt, scooted over and started to ramble when I noticed him pulling my left leg to his side of the hump. I guess he thought I would have more room in the middle straddling the center hump, I did. He moved his arm up on the back of the seat and started stroking my hair, neck, shoulder and ear. Then he turned down another road I did not recognize. "Do you want to steer?" Uncle Trevor asked softly. "Really, I can steer?" I beamed. I scooted in even closer and put my hands on the wheel. It was a dirt road way out somewhere. I was tucked in tight with my back snugly in his moist chest. His arm cam around my neck and he rubbed my chest as I drove. "You got it, Kiddo." Uncle chuckled, dropping his other hand from the steering wheel. I concentrated on what I was doing and my uncle concentrated on me. He slipped one hand up into my t-shirt and continued to rub me with the other. His hand would roll over my tummy and over the front of my shorts; he worked my shirt way up high. He managed to get one arm at a time out of my sleeves and quickly pulled my t-shirt off. He rubbed my bare skin with both hands. His hands roamed freely over my body and he squeezed my wiener through the thick material; I figured he did not know he was squeezing my privates. Of course I responded with an unwanted boner but my shorts were thick, he wouldn't know. I hardly noticed as I tried to keep on the road. Then I felt it, he undid my belt and top button of my shorts. I turned quickly around. "What are you doing?" I giggled. "Keep your eyes on the road, Kiddo." My uncle laughed. "I'm just making you more comfy." We went into the weeds that lined the road and I quickly made the correction. After the day we had I could care less if he wanted me to be more comfy, I just wanted to drive! He started to work on getting my zipper down. I just stared ahead, my heart pounding. I knew he would see my wiener and I did not care! I was crazy excited both by driving and by my pants being opened. Then I remember I did not have underwear on! He spread the fly wide and pushed my shorts down a little. I could feel the A/C blowing into my exposed crotch and his fingers gently dance over my wienie. I pretended not to notice but I noticed, big time! He slid my foreskin up and down. God, it felt amazing and we were being so bad; I loved it. He pushed my shorts more and I felt the fabric of the seat on my butt and the waist of my shorts was at my knees. I was treeified by my exposure and incredibly excited! "Do you like that, Kiddo?" Uncle hushed into my ear, nibbling. I scrunched when his tongue licked the inside of my ear and I giggled. He just chuckled, kissed my cheek and continued to stroke my hard little wiener. "Stop it, you're gon-a make me crash!" I laughed. "Well, do you like doing this with me?" Uncle's hot stinky breath washed over my face. "Yes, driving is fun." I joked. "Driving is fun but do you like me playing with your dick?" I became more serious and shrugged my shoulders. The truth was that I did like what he was doing bunches but I knew he should not be touching me there. My Mom and Dad told me I had to tell if someone touched my privates or even tried except for another boy around my age. My uncle was 25! The worst thing was that I liked what he was doing even though it scared me, a lot! What would he do next? "Pull in behind those trees, Buddy." Uncle Trevor pointed. I nervously did as he said wondering what would be next! He let off the gas and brought us to a stop. He kissed my head and got out. What the heck was he doing? I watched his muscular body flex as he pealed out of his t-shirt. God, he was so strong! "What are we doing Uncle?" I asked nervously. "Time for a piss and a beer, want one?" "Sure I want a beer." I sighed, relieved. I slipped out of the truck holding my shorts up with one hand, my wiener still fully exposed sticking straight out. My turn to be bad! In full view my uncle pulled his giant stiffie wiener out and stared to pee free hand. His urine made an arch as it flowed out of him. I did the same; I had never pissed with a boner except in the shower, man I felt so freaking naughty! After a brief sword fight with our pee streams we shook off, zipped up and he got us a couple of beers from the cooler in the bed of the truck. We sat on the tail gate and chatted about video games. This was the best, so fun I almost forgot about why he was here. But I didn't, I got sad. "Do you think Liam is okay?" I mumbled randomly, staring at the ground. "No Kiddo, I don't." Uncle whispered pulling me close. With our arms around each other's waist we finished our beers in silence. He tossed his empty in the back of the truck bed and after several minutes I did the same. We were only a short distance from the main road so he drove on his own. I opted to sit on the passenger side of the truck. I looked out the side window thinking about Uncle Don, Uncle Jerry and Liam. I felt tears running down my cheeks. I looked quickly to Uncle Trevor. "What's going to happen to him?" I belted out, sobbing. "It's okay to be sad and scared, Zack," My Uncle comforted, "but I don't know what will happen to Liam." I turned back to the side window and rolled it down. The hot outside air offered little comfort but I needed it. Before long we pulled up the long driveway to my house. I turned and smiled weakly at my uncle, he smiled back and I could tell he had been crying too. "Thanks Uncle Trevor, for everything." I whispered through my tears. I never felt closer to anyone in my life, not even Mom and Dad and I did not understand it. Maybe it was because he was so young, like an older brother. I always wanted an older brother. Maybe because he doesn't have many rules I have to follow, maybe it was because of our secret. All I knew is that I loved him; the love grew so fast and strong. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV flipping through the channels just zoning out. Uncle Trevor fussed in the kitchen with the cooler. Then the boxers flew past me one hitting me on the back of the head. "Hey," I chuckled, "you could have taken my eye out!" "That would have been hilarious, Zack." Uncle Trevor giggled. I listened to him walk to the back of the house and he came back with my pillow. He pressed to his face and sniffed deeply. Then he smiled and handed it to me. "Thanks, Uncle." I sighed, fluffing up my pillow. He disappeared back into the kitchen and I started to feel better. Then I remembered the video game. I got up and dashed back to my Uncle's truck, nothing! I looked everywhere. When I went back into the house feeling totally disappointed Uncle Trevor had my new game on. Two more beers sat on the coffee table and he had a controller next to him on the couch while he fiddled with the other one. "Where did you go, Kiddo?" "Never mind." I giggled. He patted the spot next to him and put the pillow against the back of the couch for me. I sat right up against him and took in his smell; he had an intriguing smell especially without deodorant on. His bare skin was soft and warm as it slipped on mine. We played for hours each having our moment of victory and we made an awesome team. In between games we drank beer; I was actually starting to like it. We got silly and started to lose to the zombies badly, busting up when the zombies ate us. "Not game over again!" I gasped, "I got-a pee anyways." I stood up and nearly fell down. Uncle Trevor steadied me while he laughed with me. His arm around my shoulder he helped me to the bathroom when I tried to hit the pot with my stream. I thought it was no big deal when he steadied my wiener. "Do you think you can make it back while I take a piss, or you can sit on the edge of the tub and I will help you?" "I'm okay." I slurred, staggering back to the living room. I bumped into the coffee table causing several empty beer cans to hit the floor in a crash. I laid down on my back on the couch realizing I had way too many beers as my head sank into my pillow. I could feel my feet being lifted when my uncle sat down. He rested my feet back into his lap and took my sneakers off dropping them to the floor, then my socks came off and then my shorts. He had brought a sheet with him and he covered us with it. I felt amazing even though my head was spinning. His hands gently massaged my feet and he turned on the TV. As I faded out he opened another beer. "What, where am I." I mumbled, stretching. "It's alive!" Uncle joked in a weird voice. "I have on my boxers?" I asked still confused. "I hope you don't mind but I thought you would want to have something on while you slept it off." Uncle Trevor laughed. "Sorry kiddo, I should have cut you off sooner." "It's okay, thanks. What time is it?" I asked sitting up. "Nearly 10:00 at night." Uncle whispered giving me a Coke. "I actually made dinner tonight, pasta. Want some?" "That would be awesome, but first I have to go pee." I giggled. He sat with me while I scarffed down the chicken and noodles and I did not care that it came from a box dinner. I felt good that my uncle took such good care of me while I was really messed up! We laughed and hugged a lot. Neither of us mentioned what we did on the way home from the toy store. We cuddled together on the couch in our boxers watching TV until it was late. He let me watch movies that were R rated, my first R rated movies! No big deal, but I did like seeing the ladies boobies. "You want to watch some stuff from the internet, Zack." Uncle asked stroking and kissing my head. "Like what?" I asked, curios why when we had a TV. "Some sex stuff, only if you want." My uncle whispered into my ear before kissing me there. "Really, I am so blocked from anything good!" I giggled. "I think you are big enough, anything you want." "Do they have naked ladies?" "Yes, they do," my uncle laughed, "naked women, men, boys and girls all having sex." "I want to see!" I cheered, leaping to my feet. "I want to see it all!" "Okay go into your bed and I will grab my laptop." I rushed to my bed and slipped under the sheet as my wiener grew uncontrollably. Maybe I could see some kids my age. I often wondered if we were the only family with foreskin. All of my friends didn't have any. My uncle came into my room and I could see he had a boner through his boxers, awesome! He slipped in close and powered up his laptop resting it on our thighs that were touching. "Remember, what we do is our secret." Uncle hushed. "I know, put something on!" I pleaded, "I want to see a naked lady!" I was totally fascinated by the woman's privates, I had no idea they were so hairy. My Mom did not have hair down there. The actors made a lot of noise and used really bad words. I loved it! I saw my uncle rubbing his wiener under the sheet so I did the same to mine while we watched. Scene after scene of men and women doing it played out before my unaware eyes. I took it all in. "What the heck, where are the guys!" I gasped as two women did it. I watched as the girls licked at each other's pee pees. Then he put on some men touching each other's privates. I new guys did it but I had no idea they did stuff like the men and woman together, all kissy and stuff. "Holly crud, Uncle!" I cried out. I could not believe my eyes, a man was sticking his really big wiener into another man's butt and they both seemed to like it. Then all of a sudden stuff shot out of the guy who had the wiener in his butt. "What was that?" I cried as I watched the men thrash. "That was cum, kiddo," Uncle Trevor whispered, "you know what it is don't you?" "Sure I do, well no not really." I confessed. We watched several men videos, discovered that lots of wieners had foreskin while I was given a lesson about cum, jacking off and butt play. Now I knew why it felt so good when I played in my butt hole. "Uncle?" "What is it, Kiddo?" "No, I can't ask." I giggled embarrassed. "You can ask me anything and I will always tell you the truth, you can also tell me anything and it will stay between us." I took a deep breath and hesitated. Neither one of us said anything about what we had been doing, the naughty stuff. But I needed some answers. Not right now I needed to think. My uncle wiggled out of his boxers as some guys his age were sucking on each other's wieners. What the heck I did the same. "That's better." I giggled covering with the sheet. "It sure is," Uncle Trevor laughed tickling me a little, "free balln' kid, free balln'!" "Is there anything else," gulp, "boys my age?" "Okay, here is the deal, I can go to some sites that have young boys and girls but I don't think I should show you underage kids." "It is okay, I won't tell, I promise." I pleaded, "Just boys if you want." "Let me think about it tonight." Uncle Trevor stuttered, "I'm not sure about any of this. I don't want to fuck you up Zack, I love you." "Maybe some younger guys that aren't underage?" I pleaded seeing I was making my uncle uncomfortable. "Okay, just for a while. I watch this one a lot; the boys are just eighteen." As I watched the video as I pulled on my wiener like my uncle had done in the car. I gave him a nervous glance when he pulled the sheet off of us. He smiled and winked. I gasped when I saw how big his wiener was the deep red gland completely out of his foreskin. All kinds of wet stuff was oozing out of him and it scared me a little. I guess my uncle noticed me staring. "Don't worry Zack, its pre-cum." My uncle sighed, "Let's try something different" I nodded and he took my hand from my wiener and put it to his. I wrapped my fingers around it. It felt huge and hot! Then he got mine and started stroking me. He wiggled his finger just below my mushroom driving me crazy. I tried to do the same to him. He would scoop some of his goo from his wiener and put it on mine sliding it around in my pee hole. I didn't know a wiener could feel so good. As we watched two teenage boys doing it I felt up my butt with my free hand. "That a boy Zack, enjoy yourself." Uncle Trevor hissed. "It is starting to feel weird." I gasped as my uncle frantically pulled on me. I pushed my finger as deep as I could up inside of me as I watched two boys sucking each other at the same time. All of a sudden all my insides felt tingles just like before. Uncle Trevor wrapped his other hand around my stroking hand on his wienie and moved it a lot faster. Then it happened. My wiener exploded with an awesome feeling even better than before. "Good one Zack," Uncle hissed, "my turn!" I gasped when white stuff shot out of my uncle's wiener and splattered on him, even his face! I was enveloped by the same smell as before; I knew what it was now and loved it! He pulled my soaked hand up and wiped it on his shoulder before putting it next to me. I inspected my wiener and it was all puffy and red. I started to panic, was it broken? "Uncle Trevor, am I okay?" I squeaked. "You will be fine, Kiddo" Uncle Trevor whispered. We cuddled watching three teenagers play a game. The middle boy sucked one boy's wiener while the other boy stuck his wiener into the middle boy's butt. "Can we do stuff like that?" I beamed. Suddenly Uncle Trevor sat up and closed the laptop. He slung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled his boxers back on. What had I done? He was upset and it must have been my fault. "I'm sorry." I cried, pulling him back. "You didn't do anything Buddy, it's me." I held his arm tight as he tried to wiggle away. Finally he relaxed and we hugged, I loved his hug even though we were sweaty. I could tell he was uneasy about what we had done together, I was too. "Uncle?" "What is it, Baby?" My uncle whispered. "Am I a bad boy?" I asked quietly. "No Zack, you are a very good boy." He pulled me up into his lap and helped me get my boxers on. I liked the feeling of his white stuff smearing my back. He tweaked my wiener before pulling my boxers all the way up. I giggled loving that he was becoming playful with me again. We cuddled quietly, his strong arms holding me securely on his lap. I had so many questions I could not hold back. He kissed be softly when I started to chatter. "Have you ever, put a penis in your mouth?" I whispered barely audibly. "I like it better when you call it a wienie, Kiddo." Uncle chuckled, "And yes I have sucked a few dicks before." "Did you like it?" "Every time, very much." My Uncle whispered into my ear, kissing my neck. "Why does it feel good way up inside my bottom?" I hushed. "All men and boys feel good up there." My uncle said, loving on me, "I like it too." "Would you like to taste my wienie?" I whispered into his ear. I could feel his wiener getting hard and I purposely wiggled on him. My wiener sprang back to life too. "I would love to do that but not now; we have to go to bed now." He tucked me in kissing me on the lips and soon I was drifting off. I knew we had crossed some kind of forbidden line but I wanted to see boys doing stuff and I wanted my uncle to touch my privates while we did. I kept thinking about the boys with wieners in their butt and how much they seemed to like it. I wondered about Timmy I had seen him in the YMCA shower and we both sort of got a little boned up, giggling. What would it fee like to have his wiener in my bottom? I wondered what a wienie would taste like. "Night Uncle." I sighed. As images of my friends playing the naughty games with me danced through my head I was gone, my wiener securely in my hand. I woke up and it was just starting to get light out, I looked at my phone and saw that it was 5:42 am. I had already decided that I would slip in bed with my uncle even though my parent's bedroom was off limits for me and my little brothers. I waited before I crept closer to him and could hear him breathing, I paused. His breath eased in and out of his lungs with a soft snore, I could hear him shift softly moaning. I felt warm and different inside somehow. He was my Uncle, my loving Uncle Trevor. I took a deep breath and held it as I crept towards the sleeping man's bed. The room was filled with his scent. My hand trembled as I lifted the sheet asI slipped in with him. I slowly slipped my arm around him and snuggled in close, he was warm and I felt safe. We slept. Hash, Well this is the first chapter in my second story. I find it a little difficult to be writing two stories for Nifty at the same time but fun. I did want to mention that the dream about being naked in class was kind of true, I always dreamt about being naked in class, kind of creepy! What I long for is feedback and encouragement, so please drop me an email and let me know what you think about the story.