Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 15:02:44 -0700 From: Rick Glasson Subject: Uncle William and Uncle Paul In the same model as my last story, this is a work of fiction building on a real incident from my youth. Names have been changed, and everything past a certain point is completely made up, but the basic details of the situation are real. In this instance, I did in fact see my uncle in the state described. Everything past that point is the fiction/fantasy that these days I wish had been the reality. A sexual encounter involving an underage boy follows. Please don't read any further if you're not of legal age or it's otherwise not legal for you to do so. Copyright is mine, please don't copy, re-publish or otherwise make use of it except for the purpose it's intended to fulfill :-) **************** When I was a kid, my family lived in a pub which my mother ran in a Northern England market town. As well as the family quarters there were additional rooms that were available to rent, which were also where family visitors were accommodated. My father was one of thirteen children, most of whom were also married with kids, so we had a fairly regular cycle of such visitors. Of the thirteen, eight were brothers, and a number of them played together in sports teams, so when they were playing in the area they would frequently stay with us. On one such occasion, the morning when a couple of them, Uncle Paul and Uncle William, were due to leave after a visit, my mother had to go out for a while and my dad had left for work early. So my mum told me to let my uncles sleep up to a certain time, then if they hadn't appeared to go and wake them so they weren't too late setting off once she got back. The uncles were rugby players, beefy men who shared similar features with my dad, dark hair, green eyes, and rugged features. By the time she'd suggested they should be up and about there was still no sign of them, so I went upstairs with our dog in tow, knowing that he was likely to jump on the bed and rouse them (they were sharing a double bed in one of the guest rooms). I got to the door and could hear no sound inside, so I threw the door open and ran in, switching the light on and watching with glee as the dog bounded in and up onto the bed between them. I ran over intending to do the same, but as I came close saw that as they had both started awake, between their movement and that of the dog, the covers on Uncle Paul's side of the bed had completely ceased to cover him, and his cock, clearly as I now understand in the grip of a morning glory erection, was sticking straight up from his groin, clearly visible as he was sleeping naked. Intrigued and enthralled, I stopped beside the bed and stared at the hard organ which to my small boy's eyes looked so very large. "What's that, Uncle Paul?" I asked, entirely innocently. Still not wholly awake, he looked blearily at where my fascinated gaze was fixed, and hurried to pull a sheet back over himself. Uncle William, meanwhile, more awake and seeing the reason for both my query and his brother's embarrassment, laughed loudly. "That's you well and truly caught with your trousers down!" he said, slapping Uncle Paul on the arm. Uncle Paul was still trying to maintain (or really, recover) some dignity, which was proving difficult in light of multiple factors; the clearly still raging hard-on, the still active dog, and his brother's efforts to pull the sheet back off him to increase his embarrassment. Uncle William, meanwhile, was stirring the pot in other ways. He grinned at me. "What's the matter, Rich? Never seen a real man before? I'm not surprised. Your dad probably wouldn't want to show you his tiddler in case yours is bigger." He laughed loudly - mostly good-natured ribbing was a key part of the inter-relationship between all the brothers, and this was obviously a part of that. In fact, I had certainly seen my dad's cock, both occasionally at home and regularly when he took me swimming. I'd never thought about its size since it was clearly in proportion with the rest of him. I'd never seen a man's erect penis before though. I was fascinated by what I'd seen of the veiny rigidity and the exposed head, and kept trying to see around Uncle Paul's hand and the sheet to keep absorbing the sight in case I didn't get to see one again. Somehow in my youthful mind it wasn't occurring to me that one day my own might be like that. Uncle William missed none of this. "I think the lad's interested in it, Paul. You should let him have a proper look." Paul looked startled. "Don't be daft! He's only ten!" "And? How old were we all when we started checking each other out?" "That's different and you know it." With a harder heave, he managed to pull the sheet back across himself, dislodging both the dog and the covers on his brother's side of the bed, uncovering the fact, it turned out, that Uncle William had a rapidly hardening cock of his own. It also turned out he had rather less shame than his younger brother, and made no effort to hide it. In fact, its stiffening speeded up now that both I and and Uncle Paul were looking at it. I was doing my best, in this sudden sequence of events, to compare this new sight with the first. It seemed that Uncle William's was longer than Uncle Paul's, though possibly not as thick. Also, it looked more like an enlarged version of my own, in that there was skin over the head. I was fascinated by this variation, especially considering they were brothers with relatively similar looks. Uncle William was happy to relish my attention, and laid back on his pillows, his hands behind his head, looking at his own cock as it reached full hardness and uprightness. "So," he asked me "are you impressed?" Not sure what to say, I just nodded. It was at this moment that I suddenly became aware of new sensations in my own body, and realised with a shock that my own little willy was doing its best to emulate those of the men in front of me. Involuntarily I glanced down before returning my fascinated gaze to the cock on the far side of the bed. Now I began to be aware of the thick bush of pubic hair surrounding it, and the heavy ballbag resting on my uncle's thick sportsman's thighs. Uncle William understood what must have caused my distraction and grinned again. "Bill! Stop it!" said Uncle Paul urgently. "You're going to get us both in serious trouble." The older man looked at me thoughtfully. "You don't want to get anyone into trouble, do you Rich?" I shook my head. "Well, if anyone finds out that you've seen us like this we would get into big trouble, even though it was only an accident, so we really, really need to get you to promise you won't tell *anyone*. Will you promise?" I nodded solemnly, then said, equally seriously "I promise Uncle Bill". "There's the lad. Now, why don't you shut that dog out for a bit then come here and give me a cuddle before we have to get up and go?" Uncle Paul stiffened (not like that...) at this, and as I turned around to comply with his request I heard a hurried whispered conversation going on behind me. When I turned back from the door Uncle William had a hand on his brother's arm as if stopping him from getting out of the bed. I heard his final urgent whisper: "It's just a bit of fun, and it's not as if you're getting any softer!" The comment made me look in Uncle Paul's direction as I clambered up onto the bottom of the bed, and as far as I could see it was true, his cock was still as hard as it had been previously, and his attempt to hide it seemed slightly less determined. Indeed, as Uncle William pulled once again at the sheet, he gave up the effort completely and allowed himself to be fully exposed again. Now I had a clear view of both men's penises, both hard and sticking directly up from their bodies, and I could see my initial guess at their differences was broadly correct. Uncle William's was perhaps an inch longer, but appreciably thinner than Uncle Paul's, which actually looked to be as thick as my own boyish wrist. The difference in the heads was also pronounced, though to my surprise, as Uncle William moved and adjusted his balls for more comfort, he also pulled the skin on the head of his completely back, revealing a bulbous head that looked more like his brother's. By this point I was kneeling on the end of the bed, and began to move up to the promised cuddle, when Uncle Bill held up a hand to stop me. "Hang on a minute - I think you need to get undressed too. You don't want to get your clothes all creased here do you?" How naive I was - his 'logic' seemed perfectly sensible to me, and I began to scramble out of my shoes and socks, T-shirt, shorts and underwear. The two men settled back to watch, Uncle Paul finally seeming to relax, or at least to be willing to go along with his brother. I continued to watch them both, my eyes frequently drawn back to their groins and occasionally twitching cocks as I tried to balance myself standing on the bed while undressing and putting my clothes in some kind of order while not wasting any time in doing as they wanted. As I finally pulled my underpants down to my ankles and stepped out of them, I suddenly realised that the excited state of my own willy had not subsided. In fact it had become even more aroused for reasons I didn't understand. As they were now so unashamed of their own nakedness and hardness (not that Uncle William had really been ashamed at any point) I decided to be a big boy and behave likewise. So I straightened up proudly and let them see everything I had, little though it was at that time, as I stepped towards the space in the middle of the bed between them. As I got closer Uncle William held up his hand again. "Just a minute, let us see how you've grown." I stopped, and let the two men take in every detail of my body, from my pale, hairless skin, to the inch or so of uncut willy sticking proudly out above my tight smooth ballsack. Uncle William had me turn around, and once I'd done so I felt him move slightly closer before putting a hand on my shoulder and running it down my back to my bottom, where he squeezed one of the cheeks. "You're getting to be a big boy now, aren't you?" he asked, as he turned me back around and patted the bed beside him. Nodding, I flopped down into the space, resting against his outstretched arm. He curled it and pulled my naked body in against his, turning towards me as he did so that my totally smooth chest was pushed against his very hairy one and his rock solid cock was forced flat against our pressed-together bellies. I snuggled in, loving the feeling of our unclothed bodies against each other, and instinctively running a hand through his thick chest hair. Over my head I registered him beckon Uncle Paul to move in, and in moments a second solid body joined us, a second hairy chest against the skin of my back this time, and a muscular arm reaching over to wrap around both me and Uncle Bill, pulling all three of us together. At the same time, the second hard manly penis came up against my body, this time pushed downwards against the small mounds of my bottom, nestling naturally into the crack between them. The whole experience was incredibly intense, and set my body off into all kinds of weird sensations that were totally new to me. My little cock in particular, being rubbed against a man's skin and slightly tickled by his body hair, became more and more sensitised, to the point where each tiny movement was like an explosion of feeling. Trying to be aware of the whole situation, I realised that my uncles were pulling themselves closer together, and closer to me by extension, with a hand on each other's bottoms, and suddenly, over my head, they started kissing. Straining to see, I watched as their mouths met, hungrily and open, their tongues pushing urgently into each other, simultaneously beginning pushing their groins harder against me. Not wanting to be left out of any of this remarkable experience, I tried to shuffle myself up between them to get my face at the level of theirs, but my efforts instead disrupted their rhythm and they broke slightly apart. "It's been a while" Uncle Bill said to Uncle Paul, who grinned and nodded. Then they both looked down at me as I heaved myself up from their enclosing bodies. Pulling myself up to their level, I turned my head to Uncle Bill's and began kissing him in my best approximation of the technique I'd just seen for the first time. The effect on him was shocking. His whole body first jerked with shock before I felt it start to tremble against me, even as his cock strained even harder against me. A few seconds later though, he began to kiss me back, harder and more passionately than I could possibly match, and at the same time I felt Uncle Paul shift his position so that he was able to move his head round to meet ours. Suddenly our three mouths were pressed together, our tongues (mostly theirs, I admit) playing against each other and our saliva wetting all our chins. In the midst of this I felt both men's hands start to roam not only over each other's bodies, but also over mine, and again every touch triggered incredible new sensations in me. When Uncle Paul broke away from our faces and moved to start licking and biting on Uncle Bill's nipples, Bill laid back and gave himself up to his brother's explorations, with Uncle Paul ending up kneeling across my body with his face down on the chest of his older brother. I reached up and started playing with his chest, pulling on his hair and rubbing his own nipples while Uncle Bill twisted his head back to mine and began kissing me again. At the same time, he moved his hand to his own long cock and began pulling on it with long, even strokes, making the skin flick on and off the fat head. Suddenly, I felt Uncle Paul's left hand move to my own body, and his fingers stoking my own hard little willy. He took it between a finger and thumb and started pulling on it, while letting one of his other fingers tickle gently against my scrotum. I writhed and giggled with delight, causing Uncle Bill to break off and glance down between our bodies to see what was happening and begin pulling on his own cock harder even as he reached through and wrapped his hand around the thick trunk of his little brother's. This loop of mutual stimulation continued for a while, with me in the midst reaching out and touching as many parts of the men's bodies as I could reach. Eventually my roaming hand found Uncle Bill's hand enclosing Uncle Paul's cock, and I did my best to get my own little hand around the oddly textured exposed head. It was slick with a sticky substance, and as it pushed in and out of my hand I heard Uncle Paul gasping. After a few minutes of this, Uncle Bill again took charge, and moved to separate us all slightly. "Rich, your uncles need to come. I know you don't understand that yet, but you will when you're a bit older. But it's something that makes a man feel really good. Will you help us to feel really good?" By this point I was so overwhelmed with the experience I was in and the extraordinary sensations causing me so much enjoyment, I think I'd have agreed to anything. I nodded eagerly. "Good lad. Kneel there in the middle of the bed, and if you want to, play with your willy the way I've been playing with mine." I hurried to comply, and in a moment knelt between them, knees wide apart and pulling as well as I could on my own little organ, mentally wishing I could hurry up and grow so that it would be more like the thick, heavy, hot knobs of the men. Uncle Bill gestured to Uncle Paul to match his own actions, and stood up on the bed, taking a position slightly to my right with his cock slightly above the level of my head. Paul followed suit to my left. Each held his own cock by its base, pointing it straight out towards me. "Kneel a bit more upright" I was instructed, and did so, bringing my face closer to their cocks, which I proceeded to examine with great interest now they were closer to my fascinated eyes. Their differences and similarities enthralled me, and I almost went cross-eyed trying to look at both of them as they got closer and closer to my mouth. "Open wide" said Uncle Bill, and I realised with shock that he wanted me to put my mouth on them (since putting even one of them actually in my mouth was out of the question). But as I've said I was so carried away I hastened to make the effort, feeling in a moment the exposed heads of both against my lips, and opening as wide as I could to accommodate them. It was a battle I was never going to win, but with a few minutes' practice I was able to find a position which allowed me to get my lips on both heads, and by diligent use of my tongue lick across each head in turn. As I reached this model each man began working his cock backwards and forwards, jerking himself closer to coming. I was dimly aware that they were kissing again, but was so focused on giving their hard cocks the attention they wanted that I couldn't even stop to look. My entire focus was on my ten year old mouth as I licked and sucked on these two men's thick hard-ons as they pushed them at me, straining to get my mouth on or around them as much as my small size would allow. Suddenly, Uncle Paul drew in a sharp breath, and hissed "I'm coming", reaching down to grip my shoulder with one hand even as he jerked his cock even harder with the other. Before I realised what was happening, three or four thick spurts of a warm fluid hit my face, splattering on my cheek, nose and lips before beginning to ooze down and drip onto my chest. Seeing and feeling his younger brother's orgasm tipped Uncle William over the edge, and he too gave one, two, three more hard pulls on his cock then pushed it as hard as he could into my still open mouth. The skin of the exposed head pushed against my teeth, and jets of creamy, salty, thick juice shot into my mouth, coating my teeth and tongue. I began swallowing instinctively, feeling it slide thickly down my throat. The two men stood shuddering beside me for a few seconds as I licked the inside of my mouth and tried to decide if I liked the taste of whatever I had just swallowed. Then they both sagged to their knees and Uncle William put a hand around me, resting it on my lower back, and with a couple of fingers squeezing one of my buttocks. "Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked. I nodded. "What was that?" I asked, indicating the gooey mess still on my face and chest. "That's what happens when a man comes. When you're older you'll make the same stuff. It's called cum too." "Oh. Okay, well I'm looking forward to that!" I said, with youthful enthusiasm, grinning as he tweaked my still hard little cock with his other hand, and Uncle Paul reached down to tickle my balls again. "I bet you are!" he replied. "Now, hang on while I clean you up, then we'll go and get ourselves ready to head off." He reached into his bag beside the bed and pulled out a pair of his underpants. He used them to wipe the remains of Uncle Paul's cum off my face and chest, and dabbed at the corner of my mouth where some of his own had escaped. His pants smelled musty and the smell excited me again for some reason. Once he was done he pointed at the pile of my clothes and I redressed while they watched me. Pulling my underwear and shorts up over my still hard little prick was uncomfortable, and they grinned as they watched me attempt it. We left the room together, the two of them still naked as they headed into the bathroom, me to my own room where I put a hand inside my pants and played with my cock until I heard them start down the stairs. Once my mum was back and they'd had breakfast, they got up to leave and I said I'd wave them off. As they loaded the car, each one crouched down to give me a hug and a kiss (Uncle Bill daringly making it on the lips, with tongues), and then as he got into the driving seat, he whispered to me; "Did you enjoy this morning?" I nodded eagerly. "Would you like to do something like that again next time we're here? There's a lot more we can show you how to do." He squeezed the front of his trousers, where a new erection was clearly already starting to tent the fabric at the thought. Mutely, I nodded again. "Good. Then we'll make sure we're back as soon as we can, won't we?" he asked, looking across at his brother. "I suppose we will" said Uncle Paul, looking both excited and slightly uncomfortable, even as Uncle William laughed at him and reached across to squeeze his groin. "Yeah - he wants to, all right," he said to me, "whatever he might like to think. See you soon kiddo." And with a wave, they set off, leaving me to ponder what other new things I might learn the next time they came to visit. ************* Please let me know what you think. My first effort is in the Gay:Adult/Youth section, entitled "Making David Feel Better" if you'd like to check it out.