Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 21:09:41 EST
From: DennisR539@aol.com
Subject: Summer and Uncle Dave (incest and cross generational)

The following story is about the sexual encounter of  boys and men, some of
whom are related. If that kind of story bothers you, get lost. If you are
under age, your parents should be using an internet filter on the computer,
so stop reading.
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SUMMER AND UNCLE DAVE
 by Dennis
Part 1

   Uncle Dave was not  my  father's or mother's brother. He was my Grandpa's
(on my father's side)  younger brother.  He had been married to Aunt Ida  and
had  a son, Kirby. He had been a policeman in New York City and had risen to
the rank of Captain and then been shot by some nut. As a result he was
retired on disability. They had a house in Queens and another one in
Amityville, Long Island. The Amityville house was a waterfront house facing
the Great South Bay. It was not real big, but comfortable. They usually used
it from March until November. Since his son had moved to Chicago to work and
he was home all the time, I guess being together so much was a strain.  They
just got on each others nerves,  Uncle Dave said. So he and Aunt Ida
separated and my Aunt   moved to New Jersey where her sister lived. Uncle
Dave sold the house in Queens and permanently moved out  to the Island,
winterizing the Amityville place.

   Me, my folks, and my younger brother use to often go out there in the
summer. We lived in an apartment in Brooklyn. In the summer it  was pretty
hot and crowded when we were all home. So Dad would pack us up on Saturday
and head for Amityville.  My brother and me and Uncle Dave would go fishing
on his boat, an old outboard. Or else we would go out in the boat  to the mud
flats in the bay and go clamming or crabbing. Sometimes my folks would leave
me there for a couple of days or a week and I would help Uncle Dave do work
around the house . My brother wanted to stay but Mom said one was enough, two
would drive him crazy. It was 1975 and I was 14 and Uncle Dave was 52.

   For an "old man", Uncle Dave was pretty impressive. He was still strong
and lean but had a little bit of a belly. At 6 foot, with his thinning gray
and brown hair and constant tan (from  only wearing shorts when he was
outside), he was pretty impressive. Oh the skin wasn't as tight as when he
was younger and his butt sagged a little  but he still looked good. He didn't
have a lot of body hair. The hair on his chest was very moderate and very
gray. The hair on his arms and legs was bleached by the sun. And he had a
killer smile.

   As for me, well I was 14 and looked 14. I was 5'3" and 115 pounds. In the
summer my brown hair went blond. That looked good with the tan I had from
being at the beach so much. I was still waiting for my growth spurt. I
figured it would be soon because I had just started to hit puberty. My balls
got lower and my cut dick got longer (about 4 and a half inches hard by then)
and my crotch had a small amount of hair at the base. Since I played sports
and was real active, I looked pretty good. I had a great butt. Everyone would
say how cute I was (I hated that) and how good looking I was going to be (I
liked that).

   When I stayed on the Island  with Uncle Dave, things were pretty casual.
We stayed in shorts all day. When we showered we would walk around naked
sometimes. That  year I had started to look at men alot. I started seeing
their bodies as something I wanted to explore. I didn't  know I was gay.  I
didn't think I was a "fag" either. I just knew I liked the way men looked.So
when Uncle Dave walked around nude, I would sneak a peek at his crotch. He
had gray and brown hair around his cock and balls. The equipment looked
pretty impressive too. He was about 4 or 5 inches soft. His balls were what I
would now call "low hangers", with the left one lower than the right one. The
ball sack was wrinkled but I could make out each nut. And they were huge when
I compared them to my own.

   I had discovered jerking off that spring. Since me and my brother shared a
room, I had to use the bathroom. That is until I decide to show Robby. He was
11, almost 12. After that I would do it in our bedroom. Robby would turn the
light on when he heard me moaning in my bed. The first time I came in front
of him I scared the shit out of him. He would try it  too and he would get
hard but he had such a small dick and balls  yet , that it didn't stick out
real far.And no cum yet.

  Well boys being boys, it wasn't long before I told him I would jerk him off
he if he would jerk me off. We would used soapy hands.He'd have those dry
cums and I would shoot out across the room. After a month of that  I told him
that I heard at school that some guys would get a girl to put their mouth on
a guys cock and suck it like a lolly pop and that it felt fantastic. We
decided to try that too, but with each other. We both agreed it felt great to
be the one getting "blowed". But I really liked his cock in my mouth, almost
more than when he blew me. We became self taught cock suckers. We learned to
use our lips and tongues to give maximum pleasure. We would tell each other
what felt good and what didn't. Then I heard about 69 and after that we would
do each other that way. The first time I came in Robby's mouth he spit it out
but after a while he stopped doing that. Of course I could make him have
orgasm after orgasm but he had no cum for me to taste. So sometimes, I would
jerk off and eat my own. Robby thought that was neat.

   So when I looked at Uncle Dave that summer  it was in a whole different
way. I started to wonder what it would be like to suck his cock and taste his
cum. But I didn't know how that could happen.  I didn't realize it but Uncle
Dave had seen me checking him out. Since he didn't have television (he didn't
believe in it), at night I would sit at the kitchen table or on the couch and
read a book. Uncle Dave would sometimes come over to me after his shower and
stand next to me, with his cock 6 inches from the side of my face, then bend
down and ask me what I was reading.  Or he would stand opposite me and
stretch with his legs slightly spread and look at the ceiling and yawn. Or he
would put his hands on his hips and push his crotch forward like he was
trying to work out some kinks .God, what a show I would get. Sometimes, when
I was on the couch, he would sit in the chair opposite and start reading a
book. He'd spread his legs wide open and he would reach down and adjust his
cock and balls or very casually scratch his pubic hair . I never saw him hard
but I would get a hardon when he did this. So I stopped being naked around
him at night. The shorts at least hid it. I would get a tent but I could
cover that with the book.Since we had separate rooms, I would jerk off and
dream of his cock. Sometimes he would come in to say good night, still naked
(or in his jockey shorts) and stand next to the bed and talk to me, his cock
hanging over my face. Or we would wrestle a little and I could feel his cock
hit against me. Then he would leave and  I would jerk it like crazy. I never
knew if he masturbated  and I could never  find out, since he closed his door
when he went to bed. But sometimes I thought I could hear him groan and the
bed springs squeak rhythmically. One day, about half way through July, we
went clamming and that all changed. Uncle Dave taught me about man sex!

   His boat  was an old wooden one with high sides about 20 foot long and 4
foot wide with a big outboard motor. There were benches on the sides and one
in the bow and one in the stern. The front was covered over for the first 2
feet and could be used for storage. When we went fishing in Great South Bay,
I would sit on the front  and look towards where where we were going or I
would sit on the front bench facing the stern  while Uncle Dave sat on the
rear bench next to the motor. He rarely let me skipper.

   It was a great, sunny,  warm day. We were both in baggy shorts and shirt
less. As we moved across the bay channel   the warm air blowing through my
hair and over my body was like heaven. About half way across I turned and sat
on the bench and looked towards Uncle Dave. At first everything looked
normal. Then I saw that Uncle Dave' s equipment was hanging out of the left
side of his shorts. He had no underwear on and his cock and balls were moving
front side to side with the rocking of the boat.

   I couldn't help staring.  His knees were spread and his sneakers  were
planted  wide apart. When I looked up I realized that he was looking at me
and smiling. He eased  the throttle and leaned back slightly.

   Finally I said "What are you doing Uncle Dave? Airing it out?"
  " Yep" he said, and laughed.

   I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. I could see his pubic hair peeking
out from under the material of the leg hole and the crease at the top of his
leg. But the amazing thing were those cock and balls. The head of his dick
hung down to just above his lowest nut.  His cut dick was pale next to the
tanned skin of his leg. I just kept staring. My own cock had gotten hard and
was pushing at the fabric of my shorts.

   Then, just above  sound of the wind and the motor,   I heard "If you want
to take a better look, you can move closer, Dennis. I know you've been
checking me out. You might as well take a good look."

   I looked up and saw him smile again. And then he looked down towards the
place between his knees. I was a pretty brazen kid so I moved toward the
stern and sat down, sort of lotus style, with my hands on my knees. My ass
was getting wet from the water in the bottom but I didn't notice. All that
mattered was what was hanging out of his shorts.  My face was about a foot
from his crotch and just a little lower. His cock and balls swayed back and
forth and I could see the flared smooth head with the  veined shaft arching
up to disappear in his pubic bush. His ball sack was big and had folds in it.
 I could see the blue veins just under the skin.  I felt like a snake in
front of a snake charmer,  with my head moving side to side in rhythm to  the
sway of his cock. I wanted to reach out and feel them.

   Then Uncle Dave said "Like what you see?" I nodded.  Look, what happens
between us is our business and nobody elses, right? This is our secret." That
made me even hotter because I knew what we were doing would be wrong to a lot
of people. I nodded my head in agreement .

"Okay then, you can examine anything you want, anyway you want. We are far
from shore here and the sides of the boat are high enough so no one can see."

   I moved my right hand up and cupped his balls. The weight surprised me but
the skin and wispy hairs felt great. Then I put my fingers of my left hand
under his cock and moved them up until I was holding the shaft just behind
the head. That's when he started to get hard. I could feel it getting bigger
and fatter and it was straightening out and pointing toward my face.

   Uncle Dave moved his hips forward on the bench and said "Geez, that feels
good!"
As his dick grew, I moved my hands around his dick and balls, cupping,
rubbing, massaging the shaft, running my fingers over the now bright red
head, squeezing the head and watching the piss slit open and close. Then I
saw a small drop of liquid ooze out of the his cock and I rubbed it over the
head. More appeared, so I kept at it. Uncle Dave was breathing heavy and
every once in a while he would make a kind of pleasurable sound. He moved his
hips slightly back and forth and I realized that if I stroked his cock with
the same rhythm, he  liked it more.

   I played with his balls too, Sometimes I would move my hand under the ball
sack to that area between his balls and asshole  and feel that thing that
feels like a seam. That would cause him to move his hips forward. Or I would
move my hands along the insides of his thighs up and around his crotch until
they met in his pubic hair.

   "Would you like to use your tongue and lips? Have you ever had a friend's
cock in your mouth, Dennis"?
  "Yep." I said, "Robby and I have done that to each other".
   "Did you like it?" Uncle Dave almost whispered.
   "Shit, yeah!!"
   "Tell you what, Dennis. You do that to me and then I will do it to you!
Would you like that?"
   "Shit,  yeah! " Then I told him how Robby and me would 69.
   "We can do that too, Dennis. But at home, not here. Here we can just suck
each other off."

   With that he reached over with his right hand and moved my head towards
his cock. I reached out and grasped the shaft of that now  fat, 7 inch
fuckstick, pushed it up and licked the head right below the slit. I moved my
tongue up the head, brought the head down a little and licked over the top. I
could taste the slight salt  of his precum.   Then I opened my mouth and
glided the head between my lips. It filled my mouth.  I cupped under his
balls with my other hand and moved my lips slowly past the flared head and
onto the shaft.

   "God damn shit, that feels great".

   I started doing what I had taught Robby to do when he sucked me. I moved
my mouth back and forth at the same time I moved my hand up and down the
shaft. At the same time I cupped and played with his nuts. I moved my tongue
around the head, rotating my mouth so his dick was at different angles in my
mouth. Sometimes I would just have the head in my mouth I would stop moving
my head and just move my tongue around his cock head.  He was breathing hard
and making appreciative noises.  Or he would say "Do it Dennis! Suck  me!"

   I took my mouth  off his cock and started to pull down on his shorts. I
wanted him naked. He lifted his ass and I slide the shorts down to his knees
and ducked under them so that they could fall to his feet behind me. Then I
got up on my knees so that my head has above his cock and went back to my
sucking and playing and licking  his balls.

   Now the great thing about sucking an older guy is that he lasts longer. No
hair trigger there. So as the boat moved slowly across the bay toward the mud
flats, I just kept worshiping his crotch. I guess I was at it for 15 minutes
and suddenly I heard the motor stop. I looked up and Uncle Dave said we were
at the flats. I got off his dick and went forward and threw the anchor over.
Uncle Dave, meanwhile, had moved to the bottom of the boat and stretched out
his legs but rested his back against the seat. His shorts were  off
completely now . I went back to pleasuring him. But before I could, Uncle
Dave said "Why don't you take off your shorts. No one can see us here."

   The mud flats backed up against the islands that Jones Beach and Fire
Island were on. That part of the islands was undeveloped, part of a state
park. The flats were not just mud. There were islands of salt grass  with
channels twisting  through them. The grass was anchored in the mud and the
water around the grass was slightly lower than that in the channels. In
general the water in the channels, depending on the tides, was about 3 feet
,about up to my waist. To clam you moved over the mud and dug around with
your toes. When you felt a clam you went down to the mud and fished  them
out. Sometimes you got nipped by a crab (You got even with them when you went
crabbing). The grass was high so that when you were up one of the channels
you were hidden from anyone not in your channel. Uncle Dave had moved the
boat up one of the convoluted, narrower ones. It was like being in a jungle.
If Uncle Dave stood up he could look over the grass but I couldn't.

   I pushed down my shorts and stepped out of them. My cock stood up at about
a 45 degree angle. It was cut, hard and there was precum on the tip.

   "Lookin' good, Dennis. Now turn around and let me see those baby cakes of
yours."
Slowly  I turned sideways so that he could get a good view of the package.
Then I turned with my back towards him. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." I
did as I was told. I could hear a low whistle and then  "That really looks
good, Dennis. I got plans for it too." I am not stupid, so I knew what he
meant. Some of the guys had talked about how "faggets" took cocks up their
asses. I didn't know how it was done. And seeing  the size of Uncle Dave's
cock I could not imagine how he would do it. But I had a feeling I wanted it
to happen.

   "Now back to my dick. You're not tired, are you? You've been doing it for
a long time. God, you hardly had it out of your mouth since you started."

    "No, Uncle Dave." I said as I went back to my knees with my head, now,
over his cock. I looked down at his hard fuckstick, grasped the shaft  with
my left hand and looked at his face. " I like sucking. I like how it feels."
All I want is to suck, lick, kiss your cock for hours I thought to my self. I
bent my head down and put my mouth around the head with my tongue sliding
along the bottom of the dick head.

   "Well don't forget my balls. And I like it when you move your hands
around." he whispered.

   As I moved my mouth up and down , spit running out of my mouth and down
over my hand, he would pull his knees up a little then push his legs out
again. Sometimes he would pull them way up with his feet flat and his balls
would hang down while I played with them. Sometimes, with his dick still in
my mouth, I moved my hands up and over his chest. When I hit  his nips, I hear
d him sigh and I knew I had done something he liked. I  could feel them
getting hard when I rubbed them and he moved his ass a little.
"Yeah!" he said. Then he made a guttural sound in his throat. I wondered if
he wanted me to lick them or suck on them like a nursing baby. I found out
later he did.

   As I continued my active mouth and hand work, I could hear his breathing
get faster and louder. "I am going to shoot. If you don't want my jis in your
mouth you had better move ."  I just kept on sucking and pulling with my
mouth. I had moved my hand back to his balls and I could feel them pulling up
a little. His cock got super hard and he started going "Oh shitohshit I'm
gonna shoot. Here it comes! AHHahhh  AHHH  AH OHGODGODGOD  HAHHAHHHHHHH!"

   His jism shot out his cock and into my mouth. I moved my lips to just
behind the head and sucked it in. He came big spurts  and I just kept sucking
and swallowing his peppery flavored cum.  He would make a sound and his balls
would tighten up and his hips thrust up a little and then another shot would
hit the back of my tongue. I kept my hands and my mouth still until the
torrent stopped. Then he moved again, made that ahhh sound and a little more
would come out. Finally it stopped but I just kept moving my tongue and
sucking. He started  bucking a little the said "Let it go. Its real
sensitive. I need to rest it".

   I took my mouth off it but my hand kept milking the shaft and feeling his
nuts. When I pulled it toward my face and squeezed, a little more cum would
ooze out. I licked it off the tip and he would jump and go "OHOHOH". He
slumped down and made this contented sigh and I bent up straight and moved
my butt  back over my heels, still kneeling. My cock was harder than it had
ever been and I could taste his cum as I continued to swirl the last drops
around in my mouth. He was breathing hard and just sitting there.

   As he recovered, he moved back onto the seat . His cock was getting softer
but I kept my hand on it and on his balls.The head of his dick was getting
less sensitive because when I moved forward and put the head in my mouth
again, he didn't flinch. All he did was lean back and say  "Damn, you can't
get enough , can you? .That was fantastic. Where did you learn how to do
that?"

   " I don't  know. Robby and me sucked each other and we learned alot. But I
just did what felt right, what I thought I should. But you're right, I can't
get enough. I want it again. When will you be ready "

   "Well Dennis, I think you are a natural at it. Give me a chance to rest. I
want to suck you now. Lay back and spread your legs."

   Then he moved off the seat and kneeled between my legs  He bent his head
down. I put my hands on the back of his head as he said  "I hope I can do as
good as you. I thought I would have to show you things. I think you could
teach me a thing or two about dick sucking." He took the shaft of my cock
into his hand and moved his other hands under my nuts and then surrounded the
head with his warm, moist mouth and started licking and sucking on my cock,
moving his head up and down.

   Sometimes he would move so far down that his nose was against my crotch
hair. I felt like I was going to die from pleasure.Then he slipped a finger
into my asshole. When he hit my prostate, my muscles tensed and my hips moved
up and I started to cum. In great waves, I came. I heard myself making all
kinds of animal noises and I knew I was breathing faster and deeper as I let
load after load into his hot mouth. I would buck each time I came and he
would go "uMuph " and swallow. He kept his mouth and hands still and and
moved his tongue a little. Each load was a little less violent and then it
stopped and I just melted. He squeezed and sucked a little more out. I didn't
get as sensitive as he did, so when I didn't object, he licked at the head
and swallowed my softening dick." Then he straightened up.

   "Wow!"  we both said at the same time. Then we started to laugh. He moved
forward on his hands until his face was above mine. He bent down his head and
put his mouth over mine. I opened my lips and he shoved his tongue into my
mouth. I guess the left over cum in our mouths mixed a little as did our
spit. Then I moved my tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it.

   When he leaned back onto his heels, I sat up and reached for his cock but
he pushed my hand away and mumbled "Shit, you are a horny little bugger!" He
stood up, slipped into his shorts and pulled them up and said "Well, Dennis,
if you want to have clams tonight, we had better get started." I grabbed my
shorts, put my feet through the leg holes and  pulled them up to my hips. He
turned towards me and said "After supper, we have a lot of time to make up."

   I pulled up the anchor and Uncle Dave started the motor. He moved us up
the channel until it widened  out to about 40 feet and  killed the motor. I
threw out the achor again.  He handed me the thermos of cold water he was
drinking from,  grabbed one of the clamming buckets and slipped over the
side. I  took a slug of water. Then I grabbed the other bucket , and slid
into the water after him. I flinched a little as the cool seawater covered my
crotch. I watched him moving around and wondered what it would be like to
suck a cock under water.


That's the end of Part One. But not the end of the story.

There is way more to what happened to me that summer but you going to have to
wait until I can type it out and post it. If you are going to email me, put
"ABOUT THE STORY" in the title. AOL is so full of shit mail, I want to be
able to separate the good stuff from the crap. If you are going to flame me,
flame your own ass. I will just delete it anyway. But if you want to make
some comments I will read them. I might even respond. I don't know if you can
figure out how the story will go, but I have an idea that if you liked this
part, you will like the rest .