From: D One Subject: Uncle's Dreams Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 07:56:59 GMT My cousin and I slept side by side. Our eyes and hands had learned about teenagers erections together and the white stuff that emits when you rub each other. We shared showers together that summer too, jacking until our sperm swirled down the drain with the soapy water we used to masturbate each other. He and I licked, kissed and sucked each others cocks too, discovering the taste of our jism. And despite neither of us not liking the taste, the sensations couldn't keep us from repeating our discovery. We ran, swam, sunned, played ball, biked and cleaned the yard. It was my summer with them that made me feel more aware of myself as something other then Betty and Jimmy's boy. I was Brad, damn it! I would think to myself whenever friends, neighbors, preachers or relatives called me that. And I wasn't only Brad, but I had hair in my armpits, around my dick and I sould shoot streams of cum too! Hell I was a man! OK I never said it..but I prooved it again and again whenever my cousin was ready to share the fun..and he was as horny as I. We watched television one night as his father drank and drank until he staggered off to bed. I didn't want to admit I kept looking at the mans boxer shorts when his fly would open. I wanted to see a real man's cock. His son, my cousin would probably hit me or something, so I didn't say anything. It became an obsession to see Uncle Jack's dick. I faked having to "go real bad" to get into the bathroom when he was showering. As I stood holding my limp dick I kept looking into the mirror but all I could see was the flesh color image on the other side of the almost opaque shower curtain. I flushed and left. Cousin was off on a church trip one Sunday and I watched some gymnastics on television when Uncle Jack stripped to his boxers and said he was going to nap. I snuck to his bedroom and found the door opened. He was snoring. His fly was open....and his cock sticking out. I moved closer and being careful I looked closer and closer. I nervously touched then held it in my hand. It hardened which made me almost jump. But he continued to snore. I smelled the mans cock..and then I licked it. I don't know why, but I did. I examined it, becoming more and more brave as I did so...the cock head became moist and with a finger I tasted whatever it was. It tasted sweet. My own cock was rock hard and I played with it through my shorts. I reached into his fly and found the massive balls I thought he had. But I went back to his cock and licked it again and again..making it move each time..as if it were alive. I put the helmut shaped head in my lips and sucked on it. Again, I don't know why...it felt natural..and I suddenly felt my mouth full of some sort of stuff...similar to my cousins and my sperm. It spilled out of my lps and tasted salty..but I knew I had to swallow it so nobody would know what I had done. "So what did you three do today?" Aunt Jane asked as my cousin and I sat on the floor watching television. Uncle Jack walked in. "I don't know about the rest of you but I had one of the best naps I ever had" he slapped me on my bare shoulder and I looked up to see him wink at me. "And I had one of the best dreams ever" I don't know if he ever had a better nap or dream. I wanted to offer it to him, but circumstances and my own self doubts prohibited it. I apologized to him as I sat beside his son years later watching different people eulogize him. But at least I knew he had a great nap and dream once....that made me glad and at peace.