Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2005 04:45:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ray Cassidy <babylonman05@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Week With Uncle Ron

This is a first attempt in the Adult-Youth genre. I'd
welcome any and all comments, including criticism, or
suggestions on themes.

babylonman05@yahoo.com


A WEEK WITH UNCLE RON

By Stephen Krain

The first day with Uncle Ron was glorious and Timmy
couldn't have been more excited at the prospect of a
whole week with his favorite Uncle.  Ron was not
really his Uncle, but he had always called him that
for want of a better name.  Ron and Timmy's dad had
been friends since they were in college together and
it just seemed natural to call him Uncle.

This was the first time he had spent more than a day
with Uncle Ron and the idea of a whole week of
swimming,  amusement parks, video games and anything
else he wanted to do was almost too much to bear.  He
had begged his parents to let him spend the week with
Ron, and despite the sincere invitation  extended by
the old friend of the family,  Timmy's parents weren't
sure Ron knew what he was getting into.

"You know,  Timmy can be a handful," Timmy's mom had
warned Ron over the phone. "He's the most precocious
11 year old you'll ever want to be around.  He is
always asking questions, he wants to try everything ,
and he doesn't understand limits.  You better expect a
lot of strange questions you won't even begin to know
how to answer," she laughed, after finally agreeing to
the week in Florida with Ron.

And now,  after one day, the week promised to be
everything  Timmy had hoped for.  They had spent most
of it at the mall playing in the video arcade, then
gone shopping for a bathing suit for Timmy, and some
stuff to take to the beach the next day.  On the way
home they stopped at Timmy's favorite pizza place and
picked one up to take home.  Sitting in the kitchen
eating pizza with his favorite Uncle was total bliss
for the young boy.

"What time do I gotta go to bed, Uncle Ron?"

"How about when you are tired," replied Ron, smiling.

"You mean it, really...I can stay up as late as I want?

"Sure, why not.  But if you tell your mom, we'll
probably never get to do this again, ok?

"I promise, scouts honor.  No way I will ruin this by
telling mom."

Ron looked down at the young boy, with bits of pizza
crust stuck to his lips.  He got a strange arousal
hearing the boy agree to a secret between them.  Ron
found himself drawn to the boy in a way he couldn't
quite understand.  Some sexual feelings, perhaps, or
maybe just a strong "fatherly" feelings he was
misinterpreting.  Ron was certainly no pedophile.  It
was impossible to peg a sexual label on Ron, since he
followed whatever his sexual urges led him to try.  He
had been with both men and women, and never thought
about what label to attach to himself, whether it be
gay, bi, or straight.  He simply followed his urges.
And now he was feeling those urges, but he wasn't sure
how to interpret them.

I tell you what little man, " Ran said, falling back
on his favorite nickname for Timmy,  "how about after
we finish the Pizza  we put on our Pjs and watch some
TV.  If we get tired we `ll be ready for bed, ok?

Timmy nodded, "ok, sounds cool.  What shall we watch
on TV?"

 "Tell ya what.  Tonight, you decide, tomorrow I
decide," offered Ron.

"Cool," said Timmy, as he dropped his pizza crust into
the empty box,  "I'm gonna go get changed right now."

Ron's idea of PJ's was an old pair of worn out sweat
pants he had cut off an inch or two below his crotch.
They were not only comfortable, but at night when he
had to pee it was easier to just pull the leg out and
drop his cock out over the bowl,  than to drop them
down and risk tripping in the dark.  As he sat on the
living room with his back resting against the sofa he
started channel surfing for programs Timmy might
enjoy.  Most of it was clearly of no interest to an 10
year old but he paused once in a while to catch the
latest sports scores or to see what was going on in
the world of home improvement.  Pausing on ESPN he
caught a show about some lumberjack contest in Canada
somewhere and felt a familiar twitching in his crotch
as a hairy, shirtless man in tight jeans, and boots
swung an axe at a huge log.  Ron couldn't take his
eyes off the sweaty chest and bulging muscles as all
sorts of highly erotic images of this lumberjack and
himself flitted through his mind.

"Whatcha watching?"

Ron jumped with a start at the sudden interruption.
"Nothing much, some kind of lumberjack contest or
something."

Timmy was bare except for a pair of old flannel pajama
bottoms he had clearly outgrown.  They were tight, and
like Ron's sleepwear were cut off well above mid
thigh.  Timmy ran over to Ron and plopped himself down
between his legs, resting his back against Ron's hairy
muscular chest.  For a 45 year old man, Ron was in
extremely good shape, and Timmy liked the safe feeling
he got resting his bare back against Ron's strong
chest.  They fit nicely, with the top of Timmy's head
resting well underneath Ron's chin.

"We can change this, I was just surfing around," said
Ron, pointing the remote at the TV.

Timmy reached up for Ron's arm and pulled it down.
"No, this is cool.  Let's watch a little more."

The next contestant on the screen was a giant of a
man, big in every sense of the word.  With a thick
dark beard and and powerful muscles over every inch of
his body.  When he took off his shirt both Ron and
Timmy sucked in a little air.  His body was perfect,
with superbly well defined abs and just the right
amount of hair across his chest.

Between the sensation of  Timmy's butt pushing against
his cock and the vision on the TV screen, Ron was
unable  to control the thickening of his cock.  He sat
very still, hoping Timmy wouldn't notice the change
going on below.  Looking down between Timmy's legs Ron
was startled to see a tiny little erection tenting his
pajamas.  Timmy casually reached over and adjusted it
as if getting an erection was a perfectly normal
condition.  The sight of his hand adjusting his little
cocklet only caused deeper stirrings in Ron, and as he
always did with sexual feelings, he simply let them
ride out, not resisting them or questioning them.

"He sure has a great body, doesn't he," Ron said
quietly.

Timmy gulped, then said, "he sure does.  Can we watch
a little longer?"

"It's your tv night little man.  We'll watch whatever
you want, " responded Ron, as he put the remote on the
floor and wrapped his arms around Timmy's chest.

Timmy wriggled a little, then said softly "this feels
good."

Putting his hands on Timmy's shoulders and gently
massaging, Ron said "It sure does."

For the next 15 minutes the two of them stayed deeply
focused on the images crossing the TV screen.  Ron had
continued his massaging of Timmy's shoulders and was
occasionally gliding his smooth hands over Timmy's
thin chest and flat belly.  His caresses were met with
frequent sighs and gentle grabbing of Ron's arms in an
effort to show him where the hands felt the best on
his thin body.  Looking down at Timmy's crotch Ron
couldn't help but see that tiny erection had not
subsided and he wondered if it was from his touching
or from the men on the screen.  He wondered if at this
age, Timmy was sexually confused by the arousal he was
getting from the men on the screen or if he knew
exactly what he was feeling.  Lowering his lips to the
boy's ear, Ron said, "I like looking at those men,
how about you."

Timmy nodded in response and squeezed Ron's arm at the
sudden acknowledgment of what he was feeling.

Ron let his hand come to rest on Timmy's flat stomach,
his fingertips just under the elastic waist band of
his cut off Pjs,  Timmy's hand resting on his forearm.
 Ron felt Timmy gently pushing down on his arm,  as if
to encourage him to move his hand lower.  The pressure
was slight but unmistakable and Ron's mind was a swirl
of conflicting thoughts.  Of course it was wrong to do
what he was thinking of doing.  But, he was not trying
to seduce the boy.  He had not planned this, nor even
considered it as a possibility.  Timmy wanted him to
touch him, and he definitely wanted to touch Timmy.
Finally, he just decided to let things go where they
would go, and he pushed his fingertips a little
further under Timmy's waist band.

Timmy reacted by thrusting his hips up momentarily in
a confused attempt to make his little cock come in
contact with Ron's fingertips.  This was as clear a
signal as Ron needed and he moved his hand a little
further till he felt his fingertips come in contact
with the Timmy's little nail head.  At the instant of
contact Timmy let out a little gasp and then thrust
his hips up again, this time pushing his cockhead
under Ron's fingers.   Ron moved his hand down till he
could feel the little cocklet pressed against the palm
of his hand and the tips of his fingers curled under
his immature little nutsack.  He rested it there for a
moment, waiting to see if Timmy would have a change of
mind.  Instead, he felt a slow and soft thrusting of
Timmy's hips, which moved his cock up and down the
palm of Ron's hand.

The undersized shorts were not giving Ron any room to
move his hand around and he finally pushed his hand
forward and down.  "Lift your butt up, " he said to
Timmy, as he moved  the boy's shorts down and under
his butt.  Timmy lifted himself and the shorts were
suddenly around his thighs.  A quick push and pull
with his legs and he was flicking them to the floor
with his big toe.

"Is this ok, little man?  We can stop anytime you
say."

Timmy shook his head, "no, it feels good.  Can we keep
going?"

"Ok, but this is a little uncomfortable.  Let's try
this," and with that Ron bent his legs at the knee and
planted his feet on the floor about shoulder width
apart.  Grabbing Timmy's legs he splayed them across
his own legs so they were wide open and lewdly
displaying his hard little cocklet.  This position
raised Timmy up off the floor so he was sitting on the
crook of Ron's upturned legs, his firm little butt
snuggled against Ron's engorged cock.

Ron wrapped his fingers around Timmy's hard little
nail and started a slow but rhythmic stroking action.
Timmy's response was a deep sigh as he lowered the
back of his head against Ron's shoulder.

As Ron continued his stroking he took his other hand
and reached behind Timmy's tight little nutsack,
finding the soft, tender spot between his nuts and his
tight little anal ring.  He massaged it gently,
pulling a long high pitched "aaaaaaahhhhh" from Timmy.

Suddenly, Timmy pulled his head up from Ron's shoulder
and said excitedly, "stop, stop, I think I'm gonna
pee."

Ron, put his hand up to Timmy's chest and pulled  him
back down to his shoulder.  "No, you aren't little
man, you are going to have your first orgasm.  Just
let it happen."

Reaching down, he continued the stroking a little more
vigorously and moved the the tip of his middle finger
on his other hand down to Timmy's tight little ass
ring.  The  gentle massaging of his ass and the
stroking on his cock was too much for Timmy and he was
overcome by a new sensation exploding deep behind his
balls.  His reaction was to push his legs out
straight, gripping his ass muscles so tight Ron could
no longer make contact with his hole.  As Timmy let
out little squeals of pleasure and surprise he started
thrusting hard against Ron's stroking hand.  It was
apparent Timmy was experiencing a powerful orgasm but,
as Ron suspected, it was dry.  Still, his rigid and
thrusting body was proof he was most certainly having
a mind reeling orgasm.

As Timmy's body relaxed his head rolled against Ron's
neck.  Timmy took a long deep breath and went limp,
falling into a light sleep.  Ron sat immobile, his
hard cock pressed firmly against the boys tight buns.
He needed to cum himself, but knew this was not the
time or place.  He would jack himself later to the
memory of what just occurred.

Ron shifted slightly as his legs began to fall asleep
from the pressure of the young boy on his hips.  His
movement awaked the boy who sat up slightly and asked
"what happened?"

"You fell asleep.  You want to put your Pjs back on?"
answered Ron.

Timmy shrugged and crawled over to his Pjs.  Rolling
on his back, he lifted his legs and struggled to get
his feet through the tangled shorts.  From vantage
point, Ron could see Timmy's splayed open butt cheeks
framing his tight pink butt hole.  Ron instantly had
visions of his thick, blood engorged cock sliding deep
inside the puckered hole, but quickly dismissed the
thought as only a fleeting fantasy.

"You ready for bed,  sport?" Ron asked.

"No way," yelled Timmy as he stood up and leapt onto
Ron's chest, laughing and nuzzling his face against
the thick chest hair.

"Ok, but I got to change positions," said Ron as he
pushed the boy off of him and reached for a big throw
pillow on the couch.   Laying on his back he put his
hands behind his head and laid his head on the pillow.
 Timmy crawled over and laid on his side up against
Ron's body, his head resting on Ron's arm, and his arm
thrown casually across the older man's chest.  Ron
could feel Timmy's warm breath on his chest,  and it
felt very relaxing.

As they continued channel surfing in a vain attempt to
find something even mildly interesting Ron noticed
Timmy was beginning to push his cock against his leg.
Ron marveled at the power of youth, and the ability to
recover so quickly from a powerful orgasm.  Ron
twisted his head and looked down at Timmy's face, only
inches away.

"Are you trying to tell me something, little man?" Ron
asked with a big grin on his face.

Timmy smiled shyly and shrugged his shoulders.

Ron took his arms from behind his head and leaned up,
resting his weight on his elbow, and looking down at
Timmy. "Did you enjoy what happened a little while
ago?" he asked.

Timmy nodded, "yeah, it felt really good."

"And I suppose you want to do it again, right?"

Timmy nodded vigorously, "yeah, is that ok."

"Well, it isn't for a lot of people, so if you ever
tell anyone I'll get in a lot of trouble and they'll
never let us see each other again."

Timmy frowned, "I'd never tell anyone, I promise.  I
don't want anyone else to know.  I want this to be our
secret."

"Ok, if you are sure, but if you change your mind,
just say so and we'll stop," Ron said.

With that, Ron stood up, picking the boy up as he rose
and finally holding him like a bride being carried
across the threshold.  "This is more fun in bed," he
said as he carried Timmy to the bedroom.

Once deposited on the bed, Timmy was a squirming mass
of excited boy.  He couldn't hold still, rubbing his
own cock in anticipation of the gentle rubbing of his
Uncle Ron's big hands.  In his innocence he presumed
that was all they would do, not having any
understanding of the variety of ways two men could
give each other pleasure.

Ron climbed onto the bed next to Timmy and pulled him
close, putting his hand on his butt and grinding his
cock into his own.  "You ready to try some different
things, little man?" he whispered into Timmy's ear.

Timmy nodded and said, breathlessly, "YES."

Ron pushed Timmy onto his back and after pulling off
his Pjs, spread the boys legs and kneeled between
them.  Lifting his legs up he told Timmy to pull them
toward his chest.  The flexibility of the child
surprised Ron and he found himself suddenlystaring
down at the boys tight little muscled ring.  Leaning
forward, he grasped the boy by the buns and pulled the
quivering ring to his open mouth.  Timmy let out a
squeal of delight and pulled his legs back even
further at the new sensation. Ron pushed his tongue
against the tight hole, relishing the slightly musky
smell and delicious flavor of boy cunt.

Timmy continued squirming and squealing in pleasure
until Ron had to grip him tight by the legs to keep
his mouth in contact with the quivering hole.
Finally, he moved his mouth up to the boys little
cocklet and took it into his mouth, bringing forth a
loud "UNGH, UNGH, UNGH" from the frenzied boy.
Opening his mouth a little wider,  Ron pushed down and
drew Timmy's little nutsack into his mouth as well.
Pushing his tongue out underneath the little  ball
sack he was able to rub the top against the smooth
little perineum, causing the lad to thrust up hard
against his open mouth.  Ron thought if his tongue was
just a little longer he could slide it into his little
butthole as he sucked him off.  He could only imagine
how could that would feel.  Instead, he put his finger
tip to his tongue and after wetting it pushed it up
against the boys little sphincter.  After a few
moments of massaging the muscled ring he put some
pressure to  bear and penetrated the hole, bringing
the boy to an instant orgasm.

Timmy threw his head back and let his legs flop over
onto Ron's shoulder.  As he tensed in orgasm he let
out a long and high pitched "EEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH."

Ron sucked hard on the little cock, working his tongue
back and forth under the tiny little nailhead.  As the
orgasm subsided Timmy pushed against Ron's forehead,
signaling that his cock had grown too sensitive for
further stimulation.

Ron, pulled off and let the boy lay there, a small
trickle of drool running down his cheek.  Ron looked
down at the spit soaked cock and marveled at the
perfect shape.  It was small, but if it maintained the
same proportion as he grew older he was going to have
a cock he could be very proud of.

Ron slipped up next to Timmy and hugged him. Pulling
his face towards him he planted his open mouth on
Timmy's and kissed him passionately.  The boy
responded but his inexperience left  him with no sense
of what do to.  Ron slipped his tongue into the boys
mouth,  reaching down deep and causing the boy to gag.
 Ron quickly broke the kiss and said "Sorry, little
man,  I guess I got too excited."

Timmy reached around Ron's neck and pulled him back
into the kiss.  This time, Timmy pushed his tongue
into Ron's mouth,  rubbing it around in a vain attempt
to get it deeper than Ron's front teeth.

"You ready to give Uncle Ron some of the same pleasure
he just gave you?" Ron asked, breaking away from the
kiss.

"YEAH," yelled Timmy, jumping to his knees.

"Ok, little man, but first I need to explain
something, ok?"

"Sure," answered Timmy, expectantly.

"Sometimes when grownups get excited they like to say
things.  It's just a way of making it more fun.  Does
that make any sense?" Ron asked.

"You mean like my mom and dad?" Timmy asked.

"Mmmm,  I'm not sure.  What do you mean," asked Ron,
totally baffled.

"Sometimes before they go to sleep they do stuff in
bed.  I think it's like what we just did.  And I can
sometimes hear them saying things to each other.  Some
of the words I sorta understand and some I don't at
all.  But I know it's ok cause afterwards I sometimes
here them laugh, so I always figured they were goofing
off," Timmy said.

Ron marveled at Timmy's innocence, but pressed "what
kind of words."

"Well, dad will yell out that mom has a "tight cunt, "
or call her a "hot bitch," or "my hot bitch."  And,
sometimes mom will yell "eat me," or "fuck me," stuff
like that.  Is that what you are talking about?"
asked Timmy.

"Yeah, exactly.  And they don't really mean it that
way.  It's just fun to say it.  It makes the sex more
fun."

"Is that what we are doing, sex," asked Timmy, a look
of wonder in his eyes.

"Well, yeah, I guess we are," answered Ron.

"Cool," said Timmy as he bounced on the bed excitedly.

Ron, reached down and removed his old cut off
sweatpants as Timmy stared intently at his crotch.  As
his cock was freed from the shorts it bounced
languidly against his leg, still maintaining it full
state of erection.  Timmy's eyes got big and he
reached down and took the cock in his little hand.
Ron was intensely aroused at the sight of the little
white fist wrapped around the center of his shaft his
hand too small to completely wrap around the meaty
cock.  Three hands the size of Timmy's would barely
cover the thick shaft, and the image was intoxicating
to Ron.

"You can play with it awhile, but I want you to use
your mouth like I did, ok?  You won't be able to take
all of it, but take what you can.  I'll tell you what
to do with your hand," Ron said as he rolled onto his
back.

Timmy immediately put his lips to the head of Ron's
cock, enveloping the head and an inch of thick shaft.
Pulling his head away he frowned and smacked his lips
while looking up at Ron.  "Tastes funny," Timmy said.

Ron smiled at the look on the boy's face.  "That's
precum,  you may even learn to like it."

"What's precum," asked Timmy.

Ron suddenly realized the boy had no idea what cum
was, so pre cum would be just as confusing.  He put
his hand under the boys chin and held his gaze.
"After a certain age all men start to produce semen.
You will too,  soon.  When you have an orgasm white
stuff will come out.  It's what makes the woman have a
baby.  And, precum is just some stuff that comes out
when a man is excited.  Does that make more sense,"
asked Ron.

"I know what semen  is, my mom told me about it once,"
answered Timmy, a tone of defensiveness in his voice
at the implication he didn't know anything about sex.

"When I have an orgasm I will tell you I am about to
cum.  You can decide what you want to do when that
happens.  Some guys like to feel it in their mouths,
some guys like to swallow it, and some guys like to
watch it come out.  You can do whatever  you want, but
just keep on pushing your fist up and down my cock,
ok?" asked Ron.  Timmy nodded and quickly put Ron's
cock back in his mouth.

His efforts at giving Ron pleasure with his mouth were
clumsy at best, but Ron was highly aroused at the
sight of the small boy's mouth wrapped hungrily around
his cock, his little fist working the cock up and
down.  Ron gave him occasional instructions and as he
became more aroused his words took on a cruder tone.

"That's it boy, use that tongue on Uncle Ron's cock
head.  Work it back and forth  you little slut.  You
got such a nice tight little mouth and Uncle Ron is
going to breed it hard and deep.  That's it bitch,
gobble my cock.  Taste that thick cock meat deep in
your pussy mouth.  I love fucking little cunts like
you."

Surprisingly, the cruder the language the more excited
Timmy got.  Ron could see his little cock standing at
full attention between  his legs,  the top of it
pressed hard against his stomach the way young  cocks
do before they attain the weight  of puberty, drawing
them down to a more horizontal pose.

Ron grabbed Timmy's head and tried to push more of his
cock in the boy's throat.  He brought up a gag reflex
a few times, but the little trooper never gave up,
intent on giving his Uncle Ron a good orgasm.

Finally, Ron could feel a familiar churning at the
base of his cock and he knew that soon he would be
cumming.

"Ok, bitch, here it cums.  Don't stop stroking my
cock.  Swallow that man juice down that little cunt
throat of yours.  Take it, TAKE IT, TAKE IT," with
those final yells Ron's cock shot a thick heavy rope
of hot cum into Timmy's mouth.  Timmy gagged and
pulled away, stunned at the amount of the load as it
hit hard against the back of his throat.  He continued
stroking spasmodically as he coughed up cum all over
Ron's erupting cock.  The cum shooting from Ron's cock
crossed midstream with the cum flowing out of Timmy's
mouth.  The eruption hit Timmy across the forhead and
crossed over one eye and down his cheek.  Timmy's chin
was covered in a thick coating of cum flowing from his
gagging mouth.  The last two shots of cum flowed out
of Ron's cock, and down his cock, covering Timmy's two
little fists that continued to pump the oversized
cock.

Ron laid back catching his breath, his eyes closed,
his hear pounding.  Slowly opening his eyes he looked
down at Timmy, still poised between his legs, his
little hands wrapped tightly around Ron's softening
cock.    His face was covered in thick rivulets of
gooey cum slowly flowing down his face like honey.
One eye was closed due to the thick gob of cum
weighing down his eyelid.  Another rope crossed over
his lips which were  spread in a wide grin.

"That was WAY COOL," yelled Timmy, as he broke into
spontaneous laughter.  It moved Ron to see the boy so
happy over what had just happened, and he pulled him
to him, kissing his cum soaked face all over, and
laughing at the site of the two of them, covered in
sticky hot semen.

"Let's get cleaned up, little man, I'm exhausted."

After cleaning the cum off themselves hey climbed
wearily into bed and cuddled in the darkness, sleep
quickly overtaking them.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Ron awoke to the
feeling he had just had a very good sex dream, but he
couldn't remember any details.  As he became more
alert he  realized a hand was touching his cock.

"Timmy, what are you doing?" he asked as he raised
himself on one elbow.

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep and I
started thinking about what we did and I just wanted
to touch you again.  I'm sorry Uncle Ron," he said, a
touch of embarrassment in his voice.

"It's ok,  little man.  You're just horny is all. It's
not your fault," he said, gently running his fingers
through the boys hair.  Now that he thought about it,
he was horny, too.

"You wanna play some more, little man?" he asked,
knowing the answer.

"Yeah, cool," Timmy answered excitedly.

"Ok, but I want to try something new, ok?" Ron said,
flipping on the light.

Ron was having hot  fantasies of fucking his little
friend and he couldn't get them out of his mind.  The
image of his cock spreading those creamy cheeks was
overwhelming.  The tightness of the boys little rectum
and the image of his cock framed by the stretched ass
was more than he could handle.  He had to have him,
and he knew it would take a lot of preparation.  He
also knew, as Timmy's mother had pointed out, and as
he himself had discovered, Timmy would try anything.
He thought his chances of fucking Timmy before the
night was through were good.

"Ok, turn around and slide up," Ron told Timmy as he
pulled the boy's legs on either side of his head.
Laying on his side, Ron pulled Timmy to his body,
their chest against each other and the heads in
opposite directions.  Once he had Timmy's legs high
enough he put them over his shoulders.  Timmy's cock
was resting below his chin and Ron could stick out his
tongue and tickle his perineum.  But, this wasn't
Ron's target.  Reaching around  Timmy's body he placed
his hands on his small round butt cheeks and spread
them wide, till he could see Timmy's tight little
sphincter gaping up at him.  Moving his head down he
buried his face deep between the spread cheeks and
sucked gently on the boys little muscle ring.  For the
next 30 minutes he worked tirelessly to loosen the
little pucker.  He brought Timmy to orgasm at one
point, but kept on going, knowing that eventually he
would have the desired effect and he could move on to
the next step.   As he worked his tongue in and out of
the quivering boys rectum he slowly began to notice a
more elastic feel to the muscled ring.  It took less
effort to push his tongue in and it didn't close as
tightly when he slipped his tongue out.  He would
occasionally suck hard on the little pucker,  pulling
the ring into his mouth and softly nibbling on it.  It
would cause shivers of delight to run up and down
Timmy's back.

Finally, Ron felt he was ready for more penetration
and her reached one hand behind the boys ass and
pushed his two middle fingers inside the relaxed
rectum.  This brought a sudden spasm from the boy, but
he said nothing.  With his fingers hooked into the
tight hole he gently pulled them back and pushed his
tongue in with the two fingers.  Ron's was gratified
to feel the tight ring accommodating the intrusion.
The boy was ready to be fucked.

"Ok, Timmy, it's time," Ron said, pulling away from
the boy.

"What should I do?" asked Timmy, the anticipation
clear in his voice.

"Lay on your back and pull your legs back, baby," Ron
said, feeling deep affection for the boy he was
getting ready to mount.

As Timmy got into position, Ron pulled a tube of KY
jelly from the night table and  smeared a huge dollop
over the head of his throbbing cock.  Taking another
big dollop he laid it on the entrance to Timmy's
fuckhole and slowly pushed it inside, one finger at a
time.  Timmy took two fingers without any reaction,
but when he felt three fingers go in he let out a
small gasp.

"You ok, little man?" asked Ron,  pausing.

"Yeah, it hurt a little, but it's ok now."

Looking down at his fingers stretching the boys hole
Ron realized he almost had it stretched out to the
size of his cock.  Four fingers would be larger than
necessary so there was no point in going further with
his fingers.  Wiping the excess lube onto the sheet,
Ron leaned over between the boys legs and put his cock
head up against the slightly gaping hole.

"Timmy, I'm going to fuck you know, ok?  It might hurt
a little bit at first, and we'll go real slow.  But
once I get it in, it will feel really good.  You have
to trust me," he said, looking down a the boys
concerned face.

Timmy nodded and waited.

Pushing his cock against the hole he felt it slowly
being enveloped by the tight ring of muscle.  His
cockhead was only half way in when the boys face broke
into a grimace and Ron paused.  He  waited for a
minute or two till the boy was used to the stretching
and then he pushed a little harder.  He was rewarded
by a sudden give and the feeling of the boys ass lips
wrapped tightly around the base of his cock head.  He
was in.

"You ok, Timmy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine now.  It even feels kinda good," he
answered, smiling.

Slowly, Ron pushed his cock in a little at a time,
stopping every time he saw a look of pain or
discomfort on the boys face.  Occasionally he would
pull out a little, allowing the lube to coat his cock
and get it down deep where it was needed.  Looking
down after about 10 minutes of fucking the boy, he
could see half his cock inside the boy.  The image was
intoxicating.  The  tiny little boy ring  gripping his
cock vice-like, the contrast of his hairy legs and
thick dark cock up against the creamy small boy butt
and skinny white legs.

Seeing his cock only 2 inches from full penetration
Ron gave one last shove and felt it go all the way in.
 Timmy let out a short "unggghhh" and gripped Ron's
arms in a painful squeeze.  Holding his cock in place
Ron rested on his elbows, letting the boy become
accustomed to his cock.

As he rested he slowly noticed the boy was starting to
squirm.  Looking into his eyes he saw a look of deep
lust.  The boy was actually getting pleasure from the
cock deep in his guts.  Ron pulled out a few inches
and the slowly let it sink back in.   Timmy's head
flew back and he let out a long deep moan, followed by
a soft "yessssssss."  Encouraged, Ron started pulling
out further and pushing in harder.  Timmy was now in a
frenzy, obviously getting intense pleasure from the
hard fucking.

"This feels good, doesn't it baby?  You like getting
your boy pussy fucked by your Uncle Ron, don't you?
You want it harder baby?  Ask for it, bitch," urged
Ron, breathlessly.  He was in a state of sexual
euphoria.  His cock wrapped in a sheath of tight boy
cunt that was responding like an experienced slut.

"Oh yeah, this feels good, Uncle Ron.  Push your cock
in harder.  Please, deeper, deeper,  DEEPER," cried
Timmy.

Ron was pushed over the edge by the crude language
coming from the little boy and he began to pound the
boy hard.  His thighs slapping against the boys
upturned ass echoed throughout the room.  The boy was
splayed out obscenely beneath him, accepting the deep
invasion of man cock deep inside his little boy
rectum.  He wanted nothing more than to fill the tight
little boy cunt with a big load of breeding cum.

Pulling out of the boy, he flipped him roughly onto
his stomach.  Grabbing a couple of pillows he pushed
them under Timmy's stomach, raising his ass lewdly in
the air.  Climbing onto the boy, Ron rest his body
weight on his hands and then shoved his cock deep into
the waiting boy hole.  Timmy let out a loud grunt as
his ass was stretched open once again.  Before Timmy
could gather his senses, Ron was pounding his cock in
and out of the tight boy pussy, sweat pouring off his
body and down onto the smooth back of his boy lover.

As Ron felt his orgasm approach he put his weight on
his knees and grabbing Timmy by the waist,  settled
back on his haunches, the boy impaled on his cock, his
knees no longer reaching the bed.  The boy held
himself up with his hands as Ron frantically fucked
his cock in and out of the tight little hole.  The
boy, despite the awkward position was also approaching
an orgasm.  His little cock head was rubbing against
the pillow beneath him and when combined with the
ravaging his tight rectum was getting, it was bringing
him to a shuddering climax.

Ron looked down to see his cock pressed between the
two little globes  of white creamy flesh.  As he
pulled out, the boys  ass lips would frantically grip
the massive cock and stretch out along it's girth.
When he pushed back in the white globes would pull
together as the tight lips were inverted into the boys
rectum.  The vision below him, his hands wrapped
tightly around the little frail waist, his hips
rutting back and forth into the small boy were
overwhelming ,and they finally brought Ron to powerful
orgasm. He felt it churning deep in his gut and as he
gave one final deep thrust he squeezed the boy around
the waist in a death grip and pulled him hard against
him.  The first powerful jet of man cum shot deep into
the boys guts, bringing a series of loud squeals.   He
squirmed frantically to break the grip around his
waist , even as his little cock pulsed through the
throes of an orgasm.  The struggling only increased
the excitement in Ron and he pulled the boy off his
cock till only the head was left inside, then he
rammed it back in by pulling the flailing boy down
onto his hard cock.  He repeated this action several
times, till he shot a final and short blast of cum
into the boys rectum.  He sagged back onto his
haunches, holding the boy onto his cock as he gathered
his senses.

Timmy was laying across the pillow, panting and
drooling as he recovered from the abuse.  His waist
hurt from the grip it had been held in, and his legs
were knotted from the flailing about they had done as
Ron fucked his now, very sore butt.  Still, he had
reached an orgasm, so much of his panting was from
excitement as much as pain.

Ron, let his cock slide out of Timmy's ass.  Before
Timmy's ring could close tight a stream of white,
pearly cum gurgled out his ass and onto the bed.
Timmy smiled at the sound and sighed as he felt the
firm hands gently rubbing his butt.  He had a whole
week of this and he thought got him excited.