Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2004 13:09:24 -0400
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: My New Best Friend 2

Gary stood at his bedroom door, waiting.  "You coming, Drew?"

Things had moved so fast since he first asked me if I wanted to fuck his
uncle that I had to slow them down.  "Wait a minute, Gary.  I have to
ask you some things first."

He sat back down.  "OK.  What?"

"You really actually fuck your uncle in the....?"  I couldn't say it.

"In the ass.  Yup.  Right up the old poop chute."

"And he likes it?"

"He seems to.  He says he does.  Don't ask me why."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Me or him?"

"Him."

"He says it doesn't."

Something else bothered me about the whole idea.  "Don't you get, you
know, like, shit on your dick?"

Gary made a sour face.  "No, not really.  He cleans himself up first.
It's usually OK."  He stood up.  "Anything else?  Let's go.  I'm getting
horny."

I stood up too.  "But how will I know what to do?  I've never done it
before."

"Don't worry.  He'll tell you.  Besides, I'll go first.  You can watch
me."

The thought of watching Gary fuck removed any lingering doubts.  I moved
to the door.  "Oh.  One last thing."

Gary sighed.  "What?"

"Is his cock really two feet long?"

He laughed.  "No, of course not.  It's pretty damn big though."

"Gary, how come you never told me about any of this before?"

"I don't know.  I guess I was afraid you'd think it was weird."

I had to say it.  "Gary, I hate to tell you, but it is pretty weird."

He looked stricken for a moment, then he laughed.  "Yeah, I guess it is.
I don't care.  I like it and he likes it and it's nobody else's fucking
business."

As we pedalled madly downtown I looked at Gary up ahead.  From the rear
he looked even smaller, like an eight year old more than somebody almost
thirteen.  It was hard to imagine a little twerp like that fucking
somebody three times his age, and who knew how much bigger.  I had no
idea what his uncle looked like and hadn't really thought much about it.
Suddenly I thought of Marcel, the flitty, fruity little guy who cut my
mother's hair and was the only obvious "Homo" I knew.  I hoped Gary's
uncle didn't look like that.  Then I thought of Tony, the muscular,
rugged mechanic who lived on my street.  If you were going to fuck a
guy, that was the kind of man I thought it would be really cool to fuck.
But I was sure somebody who looked like that didn't take it up the ass
from twelve year old kids. (What did I know?)

When Gary's uncle let us in the door I saw he looked nothing like either
Tony or Marcel.  He was tall, over six feet, and big:  not fat exactly
just big--thick, beefy, but not like a bodybuilder or anything, too soft
for that.  He had a big smooth face and dark, slightly thinning hair.
He looked like he spent a lot of time or money, or both, on being
well-groomed and he smelled like he'd put on just the right amount of
some spicy cologne.  He was wearing neat, carefully pressed khakis and a
light blue polo shirt.  I thought he looked like a banker on his day
off.  Gary told me later he was a successful lawyer, not the kind who
went to court but one who handled trusts and things like that.  He
smiled at us, a friendly smile but one that looked a little bit like he
was laughing inwardly at some private joke that only he understood.

"Come in, gentlemen, come in.  You look exhausted from your journey.
Sit down and let me get you a root beer."

Gary did the honors.  "Uncle Paul, this is Drew.  Drew, my Uncle Paul."

We shook hands.  "Nice to meet you, Drew.  I'm happy you could come."  I
smiled and nodded.  I was suddenly embarrassed and shy, considering the
reason we'd come there.  We sat in the kitchen drinking our root beers,
Gary and Uncle Paul talking about family things--small talk.  I didn't
know where to look.  Finally Uncle Paul turned to me.  "You OK, Drew?"

"Yeah.  Fine."

He got a serious look on his face. "Drew, one thing I want you to
understand.  I don't want you to do anything you don't want to here.
Anything you don't like, just say so and we'll stop.  Or anytime you
want to stop everything and go home, that's fine too. Just say so.  All
I ask is that you don't tell anybody about what goes on here.  Are you
OK with that?  Any problems?"

I felt a little more comfortable. "No, that's fine.  I understand.  And
I won't tell a soul, I promise."

He smiled.  "Good boy."  He leaned back and spoke to both Gary and me.
"What do you say we watch a movie?"

I thought it was a bizarre idea.  I thought we were here for sex, not to
watch movies.  Gary thought it was a great idea, though, and I soon
found out why.  It was a porno movie, of course, my first.  It starred
two guys and a girl and I learned more about fucking in the first ten
minutes than I had in my  whole life up til then.  I was almost
painfully hard in my pants and I guess the other two had the same
problem.  Uncle Paul grabbed his groin and spoke first.  "Things seem to
be a little tight in here, men.  Why don't we let 'em out for some air."
Gary quickly unzipped and fished his hard-on out of his fly and Uncle
Paul followed suit.  I thought "To hell with it" and did the same.  It
felt a lot more comfortable and I thought it was really cool to be
sitting with my cock out in the open like that in a living room with two
other guys.

Naturally I had to divide my attention between watching the movie and
looking at Uncle Paul's cock.  It wasn't two feet long, or even one
foot, but it was enormous.  Like him, it was long and thick and meaty.
It was shaped more like mine than Gary's, with a big plumlike head on
top of a straight shaft, but was twice as long and more than twice as
thick.  Uncle Paul saw me looking at it, grinned at me, and held it with
two fingers at the base, wiggling it at me.  "Like it?"

Why lie?  "Yes. It's huge. It's beautiful."

He laughed.  "I think yours is pretty special there too, Drew.  So's
Gary's."  He stood up.  "If you gentlemen will excuse me, I think I'm
going to go get ready for the main event."  He left the living room, his
big cock still sticking out of his fly, bobbing along in front of him.

"Where's he going?" I asked Gary.

"To the bathroom to get cleaned out.  Then we can fuck him."

"How long?"

"I don't know.  Five minutes?  Maybe less."

Five minutes.  Fuck him.

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