Date: Tue, 01 Jan 2008 21:31:39 -0500
From: cubnblue@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Wade and Me Part V - Gay Male - Incest

T.W. Warren   cubnblue@aol.com
This story involves sex between an underage male and an adult male.
If this type of story offends you or you are under the age of consent, or
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select another story to read. 

Lastly, while some of this series is true, some parts are fictionalized
mainly because I couldn't remember every detail and obviously conversations
that went on when I was not around I write what I imagined was said or
happened. The names of people and places have been changed to protect those
involved.


Uncle Wade and Me -- Part V

The police academy was getting tougher every day that past, at least I
thought it was.  It may have also been that I was really tired.  In any
case, my routine stayed the same.  I got up at 0500 (thank god we started
doing PT in the afternoon), I readied myself and then visited each and
every cadet in my squad to make sure their Uniform was ready and that we
were all in formation for inspection at 0730.  After classes and PT at 1700
I would return to my room shower, and then grab a bite to eat.  After
eating I would retreat to my room to study or do my laundry and prepare my
uniform for the next day.  I lived for the weekends but was almost always
too tired to drive the 3 hours home.  In fact in the almost 4 months that I
had been there I had only been home once and that was because we had a long
weekend because of the fourth of July.

Instead I spent my weekends studying here and there, or hanging out with
some of the other Cadets or Brian; mainly the later.  I really liked him
and I enjoyed spending time with him, he apparently felt the same although
he must have had some doubts about me wanting to hang out with him.  I say
that because every Friday night would start the same way.  After I cleaned
up, and almost always at the exact moment I was coming out of the shower my
room phone would ring.  "Hey pal.  You got any big plans for the night?" He
would ask.  "Same shit different night." I always said back.  Sometimes he
would add "You're not headed to Cheaters with the gang?"  I guess it was a
valid question.  I did go once in awhile.

This Friday night was no different.  After I confirmed I wasn't going out
with the boys, he said "Why don't you and I get away from here tonight
instead of just hanging out playing cards and shit?"  "What do you have in
mind" I replied.  He then surprised me with "I have this little place up in
Chatham County. I'm planning on retiring there one day but I go up there
every few months to check on it.  It isn't much but it's comfortable.  I
was thinking we could work on your marksmanship."  I started thinking that
it was about a 2 hour drive and if I was going to drive that far I may as
well drive home, but on the other hand I could use some shooting practice.
"Sounds like a plan to me."  I answered.  "Great, I'll drive.  Be ready and
meet me behind the building at my truck."

The drive actually went fast.  We stopped for a quick dinner at some
barbecue place Brian "always" stopped at.  The food was good and the
scenery was better.  It was this really country type place where all the
tables were booths and had checkerboard tablecloths on them.  Our meal came
quickly and I have to admit the food was good.  While we were eating
Brian's leg kept kind of rubbing mine.  He never said anything or made any
other motions, so I though it must be just his huge body at this cramped
table.

We arrived at his place about 2100 and as we entered Brian said I forgot to
tell you I only have one bed, but I will take the couch if you mind
sleeping in the same bed as me.  "That's no big deal, I don't mind" I said
as I was yawning.  "Well then let's hit the sack and get some shut eye." He
said.  We both stripped down to our boxers and t-shirts and climbed into
bed.  As I tried to fall asleep I kept thinking about what Wade had said
and the thought occurred "Damn, Brian's trying to seduce me, he wants to
get into my pants".  I rolled onto my side and as close as I could to the
edge.  Brian laid flat on his back with his arms behind his head.  We both
quickly fell asleep.  The house got cold in the middle of the night and I
must have thought I was at home because I was awakened by Brian "Hey
partner, if you're cold there is a blanket in the chest over there".  I
opened my eyes realizing I was snuggled up against him.  "Sorry about that
Brian." "No problem pal, it does get chilly out here." I got up and got the
blanket, crawled back into bed and went to sleep.

Breaking my schedule on the weekends was hard and the next day was no
different.  I awoke and 0500.  After laying there for 30 min or so wide
awake I realized I was not getting back to sleep so I quietly sat up,
having decided to go for a run.  Brian had said there was a trail that went
around the lack, and that seemed like it would be a nice jog.  As I looked
around the room and down at Brian who was still on his back I noticed that
in the night I had not only taken the blankets but all of the sheets as
well, leaving Brian completely uncovered.  I started to cover him when I
spotted his cock sticking out of the hole in his boxers.  It was beautiful.
At least 8 inches long and thick.  Brian was sporting a rock hard morning
woody.  Any other gay man would have jumped at the chance, but I kept
remember what Wade had said. Just as I stood up Brian stretched awake and
as if it was no big deal stroked his cock once and stuffed it into his
boxers.

"What are you doing up so early" he said.  "Habit", I replied "I can't
sleep anymore so I thought I'd go for a run".  "Give me a sec and I will
join you." He said as he was sitting up.  "I need to drain this pipe and I
will be ready." He got up and went to the bathroom, but he didn't close the
door.  I heard a powerful rush of water as he emptied his bladder into the
bowl. "Whew" he said as he turned stuffing it back into his shorts. "I'm
ready if you are" he said.  We ran around the lake once and returned to the
house to take a shower.  We each took a turn in the bathroom.  After we
were clean we had breakfast and ran into town to the gun shop to get some
targets.  That afternoon Brian put me through what he said would be pretty
close to my final shooting test so I could see what it was like.  Up to
this point I had been shooting my weapon standing or kneeling.  Brian said
I would have to learn a good prone shooting position because that was where
most shots were missed and the key to not missing was having a good
platform.

Brian had me lay on my stomach, move out my left leg for support and lean
on my right shoulder.  I canted my weapon side ways to give my eye a better
view. I shot 6 shots and all were low or to the left.  Brian said this was
because my shooting platform was not stable and then "Here let me show you
what I mean".  I started to get up but Brian stopped me "Stay right there,
get back into your position" as he went down to his knees and then his
stomach.  He then scooted himself behind me mimicking my position but
almost on top of me.  He adjusted my left leg and then settled in with his
head right behind mine, his right arm beside mine and his left arm wrapped
around me and alongside my left arm.  His hands covered mine holding the
gun."It's important that your arms be tight down here.  Your left arm
should stabilize your shooting hand like this" as he placed right hand
around my right hand.  "Ok, now press the trigger smoothly."  I did as I
was told and he laughed "See there, right in the center.  Now shoot five
more just like that".  Again, they hit right in the center.  Brian chuckled
"What did I tell you."  It was at that moment that I was sure I noticed
Brian had a hard on and it was pressing right at my ass.

We got up to walk over to the target.  I looked down at Brian's crotch to
confirm my thoughts and sure enough there was a definite bulge.  We
approached the target and dead in the center was only one hole.  I began to
get upset when Brian said "Right there buddy, if you can do that on your
own you will win the best shooter award." I obviously looked dumbfounded
when he said "All 6 shots went into the same hole pal."  "Cool" I yelled!
We practiced some more but Brian remained standing this time.  My groupings
were close but I never repeated that, and I knew the only reason I had was
because of his assistance.

That night we cooked some steaks we had picked up in town, and played some
cards just as if we had been back at the academy.  As we started playing
cars Brian got up and fixed us drinks.  I looked at him bewildered.  In
four months of playing cards I had never once seen him drink.  I had
assumed he didn't anymore because of his problem.  My thoughts must have
shown because he spoke up "I am a big guy I can have one fucking drink
without it bothering me every once in awhile".  "Hey you're an adult" I
said.

I would have probably agreed with him if it had stayed at one drink, but it
didn't.  Four drinks later he was becoming an ass.  Bolstering about how
good of a cop he was and something else that caught me quite off
guard. "Fucking women they want to control everything you do and if you
don't do what they say they fucking leave you for your best pal.  You keep
that in mind buddy.  It's ok though I can have any piece of pussy I want.
I have bitches begging me to fuck 'em all the time."  I didn't know if he
was talking about Mom and dad, but I was not happy with the conversation
and decided it was time to call it a night.

"I'm pooped Brian think I am going to hit the sack.  We have to get back
early tomorrow so I can get my uniforms ready for class" I said as I got up
and headed to bed.  "Yeah I guess so" he replied.  He stood up and followed
me.  I repeated my sleeping position, on my side and on the edge.  As I
tried to fall asleep I heard a muffled whimper from Brian.  I rolled over
and he was on his side in the opposite direction.  "Brian are you okay?" I
asked.  "I'll be ok pal.  I showed my ass.  I'm sorry; please don't hate me
for that." I was shocked but I said "You're my buddy, I couldn't hate you.
Besides, nobody is perfect.  You just had a small lapse of judgment."  He
rolled over to face me, and said "Thanks Wayne, I really don't want to mess
up our friendship.  It really means a lot to me."  "No problems now let's
get some sleep buddy" I said.  We both rolled over and fell asleep.  The
next morning Brian acted as if nothing had happened, and I didn't approach
it.  We chatted and talked about class and who I thought was a fuck up on
the way back to the academy.  When we arrived we went our separate ways,
him to rest and me to get ready for a big week.  This was the "hell week"
we had been waiting for, the beginning of defensive tactics training.

Monday morning after my weekend at Brian's place started like any other
Monday, at least it was until our inspection.  We were in formation on time
when Officer Clinton rounded the corner of the building.  Three other men
were with him but Brian was not.  Our class leader called the class to
attention, just like always and that's where normalcy left the day.
Clinton started yelling "You fuck ups are in for a surprise today.  You're
all mine this week.  Sergeant Lacey is not going to be here to protect you
ladies this week.  Up till now I have stood back and watched as your
beloved Sergeant has handled you with kid gloves.  All nice and sweet.  I
got news for you today.  Daddies little girls are going to learn to fight
over the next two weeks." Marshall started smirking.  It was all he could
do to keep from laughing.  The older class that was about to graduate had
told us that they liked to play good cop bad cop with the Cadets.  We had
thought that Clinton was an ass, but hadn't really seen anything that bad
till now, and to be quite honest, he wasn't pulling it off very well.

"Marshall did I say something funny" Clinton queried. "Sir, no Sir." He
reported back.  "Good recruit because I would like to introduce you to our
adjunct DT instructors."  He step aside and began the introductions "This
is Detective Wells, Officer Banks, and Corporal Lewis.  They all have at
least a black belt in their specific martial arts disciplines.  We will
make sure that you have the training you need to survive the streets or we
will make sure that you decide that this is not the job for you."
Detective Wells, a hulk of a man, with a shaved head with upper arm muscles
as big as his head stepped up and said "Folks, this job isn't for everyone,
and it is not personal, but some of you aren't going to make it."  Banks
and Wells each took a turn at a doom and gloom speech as well.

We started off with disarming tactics, and then moved into baton technique
over the next two days.  Each day was grueling. We did PT, training and
then more PT.  On Thursday afternoon we began hand to hand combat training.
I say training but it was more like "We are going to kick your ass; you try
to defend yourself and learn from your mistakes."  By the end of the day we
were all covered in bruises and I had a pretty good shiner.  Friday was
more of the same but at 1400 hours Detective Wells asked us to shower up
and meet him in the classroom in 15 minutes.  It was tough but we all did
it, reporting to the classroom in our class B uniform ready for whatever he
had up his sleeve.  "Gentlemen, and lady (we only had one female in our
class) you all did pretty well, but your only half way through it, next
week will be tougher, next week you will be fighting the instructors, so if
you thought it was almost over your dead wrong.  You need to do some
serious soul searching to see if this is something you want to do for a
living. If you can't cut it in here...." "Sir" Marshall said raising his
hand. "May I speak with you?" he added after being acknowledged.  They left
the room together and the class was silent.  Only Detective Wells returned,
and whispered something to the other three officers.  Clinton was the first
to speak "It seems as Cadet Marshall has decided to drop from the academy.
At least he is being honest with himself; there are others that need to do
the same."  For the first time I had doubts in myself.  Marshall had been
in the Army infantry and if he couldn't do it, how could I?  Detective
Wells than said "Since there is no one else and most of you did do a great
job we have decided to let you out early today.  Go home get some rest this
weekend and use plenty of ice on those bruises and muscles.  See you Monday
at 0730."  We wasted no time getting out of there.  I cleaned up but had to
admit I hurt pretty damn bad.  I was feeling down and needed a pep talk and
was hoping Brian could give it to me.  I hadn't seen him all week. I called
his room and he didn't answer.  I went by there and he wasn't there.  I
stopped by the office to see if there was any mail for me as I usually
received at least one care package from home a week. There was the usual
package from the guys and an envelope marked only with "Cadet Warren".  I
opened it and it read: Wayne, I have taken some vacation to clear my head
about a few things.  I know you did fine this week, and you're probably
really sore and your ego is bruised, but your alive and can survive the
rest.  Get some rest, take care of any aches you have and see you on
Monday, Brian."  I guessed that last weekend had stirred up things about my
mom or something and he needed some time off.  It was only 1720, and I
although tired I was still pumped up and decided to drive home for the
weekend.  I hopped into my car and sped off towards home.  About half way
there the road was under construction although it wasn't easy to tell at
night when workers were not there.  The speed limit dropped from 70 down to
55 and I hadn't noticed.  I realized my mistake as soon as I saw the blue
lights in my rearview mirror.  A state trooper pulled me over, came up to
my window and asked me to get out the car and come to the back.  When I got
to the back of the car I took in the troopers features; 6' tall about 225
black hair although he had no facial hair a five o'clock shadow shown
prominent on his square jaw.  The name DALTON appeared on a silver name
plate above his left pocket.  I did as requested and he proceeded with the
usual questions "Do you know how fast you're going".  I told him I knew
what I had done I was just a little mindless since I was going home after
being gone for several months.  He shined his light at me and said "How did
you get that black eye buddy?"  I replied "Defensive Tactics training,
Sir".  "You in the Army, son?" he quizzed. "No Sir, I'm in the Police
Academy."  "Well I hope the other guy looks worse." He said laughing.  "I
tell you what buddy, I'm going to give you a warning, but slow it down, get
home safely and put some ice on that eye." He said shaking his head up and
down as if trying to get me to say ok to which I did.  "Thank you Sir."  I
know it sounds like a cliché but before I could stop myself it came out of
my mouth "I wished I could show you how much I appreciate your kindness."
I paused realizing how that sounded the continued "If you had given me a
ticket my career would be over before it began.  Can I at least buy you a
cup of coffee at the next exit?"  "Son, you don't have to thank me besides
I just got a message that the electricity is out at the rest stop 10 miles
up the road, I need to go sit there for traveler security."  Again I
thanked him and got into my car.  He made sure I got back on the road
safely then pulled out behind me.  Two seconds later he passed me.

 I drove about 2 or 3 miles and said to myself "Hell I will stop and get
him some coffee at the next exit and then drop it by to him.  I pulled of f
the highway at the first McDonalds I saw, grabbed him a large cup and
hopped back on the highway.  A couple more miles up I spotted a sign for a
rest stop.  I started slowing down and looking for the exit, which I almost
missed because the lights were all out.  I pulled into a spot and looked
around.  The car parking lot was empty except for his patrol car and there
was only one truck in the other, at least what I could see.  I pulled up to
his car but he was not in it.  I had to piss pretty bad so I headed into
the restroom.  There was no door on the rest room, just a wall blocking the
view of passerby's.  As I entered I noticed the emergency light was still
on at the entrance.  I rounded the corner and right in front of me was the
trooper jacking off feverishly.  It took him a second to realize I entered
the room.  Startled he said "Where the fuck did you come from?  I didn't
hear you drive up" as he tried to stuff his quite sizeable meat back into
his uniform.  "I'm sorry Sir, I wasn't trying to sneak up on you or
anything, I was just trying to find you to give you that cup of coffee and
to thank you again for the courtesy," I said walking closer to him.  "Well
thank you pal, I am sorry I snapped at you.  I'm also sorry you had to see
that.  It wasn't very becoming of an officer. I was just so damn horney and
thinking I could tell if someone drove I thought I would rub off a load."
I Laughed "It's ok sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands."
"Yeah you do", he said "I'm ah...going through a divorce, and it's been
awhile since I got laid.  Get used to it now son, divorce is an
occupational hazard."  "I'm not worried about that" I firmly stated
"marriage isn't in the books."  "Your still young "he countered "the first
time some little chick says that she will go down on you if you were
married, the deal will be done." "Well to be honest Sir, Chick's aren't in
the picture either."  "What do you mean?"  Here it was. The little slut in
me was kicking in.  "What I mean sir is that if you did not rub out that
load I would be glad to help you with that."  "Son, I would never have
taken you as being a fairy, and I hope you aren't taking me for one
either." He said.  "No sir" I said," I don't believe either of us is a
fairy, but I do believe a buddy can help another one out.  You have already
helped me."  He was silent and then said "I don't know about that pal.
Besides we aren't exactly in private place, anyone could drive up."  I then
pointed out that I had almost missed the exit myself and the only reason I
stopped was to see him, so I didn't think it was a problem.  I was within a
foot of him and there was just enough light in the room that I could tell
he was adjusting his cock in his pants.  I was already this far so I
figured one step further wasn't going to hurt so I reached out and touched
his bulge.  "Damn kid you must really want that thing.  If we are going to
do it we have to go behind the building then."  I followed him out and
around the building it was very dark and there was no way we could be
seen. He said in almost a whisper "I don't know about this."  I grabbed his
hard bulge again and went down on my knees in front of him and started
unbuttoning his fly.  I reached in through the fly and past the opening in
his briefs and retrieved what I guessed to be 8 inches of thick meat.
Although he didn't try to stop me he did try to pull back slightly when I
first stroked his shaft.  I moved my head forward and took all 8 inches
down my throat "Oh shit" he sighed.  His hand went behind my head, a sign
that there was no going back, he was getting into it.  He started fucking
my face.  I reached into my own pants and pulled out my cock and started
jacking off right there with this hot trooper fucking my face. "Oh God this
feels nice" he moaned.  "Sweet mouth is going to make me cum real quick."
He pulled his cock out of mouth and started jacking hard. His body tensed
and right when he began to cum I went down on him again taking his load.
Trooper Dalton jerked two or three time before he relaxed.  His cock went
limp quickly and he pulled it form my mouth and stuffed it back into his
pants. "Damn I needed that." "Me too" I replied as I stood up and zipped
myself up. "We better get back out front" he said.  As we walked up front
he said "Now that was between us, right?  I mean it wouldn't be good for me
to hear some accusations or anything." "Sir, it was between us.  Thanks
again for helping me out." "Yeah, same here.  Drive safely." He said as he
climbed into his car.  I was 10 miles down the road before I realized that
I forgotten to give him his coffee.

I pulled into the dirt road that lead up to our house about an hour later.
I was greeted at the door by the guys.  Bill grabbed my bag from the car
while Wade hugged me all the way to the door.  Wade said "What the hell
took you so long you should have been here an hour ago, we were about to
call the troopers to look for you."  I laughed and said "Well, at least one
would have found me."  "Oh, do tell" Bill said with an air of concern.  I
told them the whole story and while they both thought it was probably hot,
they scolded me about my choice.  "You can't afford any trouble Wayne.  I
told you that before." Wade said.  "I know I guess I let my little head
think for me.  It was in the moment and you had to be there.  Honestly I
didn't plan on it."

We had a late dinner then snuggled up in bed together and went to sleep.
The rest of the weekend at home I caught the guys up on classes and things.
Wade asked if I was still hanging out with Brian and I said sometimes.  I
didn't tell Wade about Brian and me at his place. It was apparent to me
that although they were friends of sort, there was something that he didn't
like about Brian.  Maybe he knew about his alcohol problems and didn't want
me to get caught up in it.  Whatever it was, I knew it was best that I keep
the majority of my friendship with Brian to myself.  I viewed it more that
Wade was being over protective than me keeping a secret.  The future would
prove to be interesting on both sides of the fence for that one.