Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2007 12:52:24 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Doing Stuff with Young Uncle" by Jay Roberts Gay Incest This is not a story about a kindly uncle who takes his nephews on an adventure. No, it's a story for people over 18 years of age who like this sort of pornographic tale. Please do not stay on this page if you are under 18. Uncle Casey is Mom's youngest brother. He is ten years older than me. People say we look alike, like brothers. I love hearing that. We do have a lot in common. We are just over six feet (at least we are now that I am eighteen, and he is twenty eight.) We are both skinny, but in a nice way. Casey is a little hairier than me, but I think I will end up having the same dark fuzzy legs and patch in the middle of my chest as well as wild, thick growth of pubic hair and underarm hair. You can see on me that I am about to equal his adornments of hair. Casey once told me that he never trims or shaves his pubic hair. He said that was the way he was made and he'll stay that way. I agree. I really like his Irish hairiness. "Tis like the shamrocks in the fields." Casey took up golf two years ago. He is already the club champ. I am also doing well and my ranking is among the top ten. The club gives me a chance to shower with Casey. His stuff looks so much like mine, it's long and thin and hangs down quite a bit, but not below our big ball sacks. When he saw how much I had matured the last two years he smiled and patted me on the back. It's coming along nicely. I guess you keep up polishing the goods. I noted for the first time that the club members look us over, especially when we are naked. Most of them are older guys. I got a chance to see all sorts of cocks, none as nice as Casey's and mine. My father was an Army Major. He died in a peacetime Hummer accident. I was three years old when it happened. Casey, a bachelor stepped in and became my pal and stand in Dad. Casey is a very good athlete and he coached me in baseball, soccer and basketball. Casey never missed a game. He was an assistant college professor at the Fields Community College so he could cut out and see the games. I loved Casey more than any kid could love his father. I admired his good character, he male beauty, his devotion to me, but also the strong sexual pull he exerted on me. Casey never, every made any move on me that was not proper and fatherly, although I wish he would. When I was ten and Casey eighteen, he used to baby sit me. At that time he was going to college and living at a dorm, but he'd spend the night at our house. Of course now he has his own apartment near the college. Anyway we'd watch TV together. Poor Casey was always sleep deprived keeping up with class work and sports so that he'd fall asleep on the recliner. Often I'd sit on his lap and his arm would be around my waist and my back was against his muscular chest. I loved those times. I could smell his manly odors and they made my head swim. It was during these snuggles that I learned about jerking off. My undeveloped cocklet would harden up, almost painfully. When he fell asleep I would rub it to relieve the flexing, later I learned that if I kept rubbing, even put my hand in up f my loose shorts and rubbed skin on skin and kept it up that soon I was transported into a magic place. My eyes would close, my breathing would increase and I would find that I was humming in pleasure. Then suddenly it would happen, the most wonderful feeling of being out of control. My penis would sort of hiccup and produce wonderful, scary feelings. My squirming often woke up Unkie, as I called him childishly, then. He knew what was up, but his fine nature prevented him from embarrassing me. What a guy! Of course, as I got older, these on lap activities stopped. I really missed them as there were no real physical closeness. When he slept over, he was in a different room. Sometimes I lay outside his partly open door and listened to his deep sleep breathing and...I confess, jerked of into my hand from the thrill of it. You are probably wondering if I was gay. I think I was on the way to being exclusively gay although I did date from fourteen to my present age of eighteen. Yes, we kissed, I copped a feel or two. One girl rubbed outside my crotch and I did get off, but it was my fellow guys in school I admired, but of course mainly my handsome uncle. One kid, Sam and I, when we were about sixteen, did some hand wanking together. I liked it fine, but Sam was an oaf and ugly, still he had a nice cock. Now about Casey, there you have a real mystery. My Mom was always fixing him up with girls. She always got reports back that they loved the date and that he was gorgeous and a gentleman, but nothing ever seemed to happen. Of course he was only twenty- eight now, still young, but something else happened. Once I was in the local mall. I saw Casey with another guy, I guess another college instructor, or maybe a student, he did seem young. I was about to hail Casey, but he and his companion stopped on the bottom of the escalator, and went around behind it, and as I was coming down, I looked over the side and I saw them kissing and hugging. Right then, although I was angry and jealous, I knew that that he was gay and that there was a chance for me. I thought of all the nights I fell asleep dreaming of doing stuff with him. In my dreams I made him moan with delight and beg me to rub his hard cock. Usually the fantasy ended because I would erupt with hot spooge over my young chest. I made up my mind that I would not let too much time pass before I would enjoy physical intimacy with Casey. I walked around hard most of the time. When I looked in the mirror I would be reminded of my eyebrows that needed trimming looked so much like his. Even the shadow of my beard now beginning to darken my cheeks had an outline like his. My overly red lips; like his. My hair curled up in the back of my neck just the same way. My own imagine inflamed me as it kept reminding me of Casey. I suspected that Casey, like so many of his age used pot. I never saw him actually high, but there was the smell of weed I noticed in his apartment. I used to pop in uninvited sometimes, but as I got older and he seemed to ask that I call first, "to be sure I'm home," he'd say, but I think it was to be sure I didn't walk in on a sex scene or when he was smoking weed. "Fuck that," I said to myself. I decided on this Friday to just barge in and see what he's hiding. His place was about a mile from my school. I trudged along, it was May and hot as hell. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt that became soaked with sweat. At last I reached his building. It was one of these that you could walk right up to the door of the apartment, the outside door was always open. I hiked up the stairs and stood in front of his door. I put my ear to it. I heard music, and shit, I could smell the familiar odor of grass. I hardly smoked myself. I was a little paranoid about my sports performance and was afraid I might lose skill along with brain cells. Besides it made me very sexed up and I was already naturally that way, I was afraid it would make me rape someone. I rang the bell. The door opened partly and Casey stuck his head in the opening. His usual combed hair was messy. It looked cute as hell. His eyes were red and his face was flushed. He had a sort of silly twisted look to his succulent mouth. "Hi kid, what's up?" "You're high, aren't you Unke? I must say it makes you look really cute." He stared at me, his forehead creasing. I knew that he knew that there was something up with me as I never got so sexy with him. "Come in Tommy." He swung the door open, then stumbled backwards. Geez, he was flying. Best of all, he was naked except for a skimpy pair of briefs. "You alone?" "Yeah," then he grinned foolishly. "Just relaxing after a tough week." He motioned to the coffee table. There was a bong. I laughed out loud. "Oh yeah. Repack it for me. I need a little relaxation myself." "Okay, but don't tell Sally." Sally was my Mom. If he weren't so wasted he never would have let me smoke. This must be some shit judging from his zonked appearance. That turned out to be true. I took the mouthpiece and inhaled and a sweet taste mixed with a burnt leaf taste entered my lips. It was not hot like a joint, rather nice and cool, he was using flavored water in the bulb to cool it. I looked at Casey as he took another hit. I was about to say that I didn't feel anything, but instead I let out a long "Whoa." He laughed and giggled at me and I joined him. The two of us like giggly girls. We fell back on the couch. I picked up the bong. "Hey Casey man, give me a shot from your mouth!" He looked at me, his head cocked on the side as if to say, "Who is this Frankenstein I have created? But he did take a deep drag, so deep, I knew it would probably put him away. He put one hand on my shoulder and moved his mouth close to mine. I know he intended to just blow a stream into my waiting open mouth, but instead, high as he was, he went into automatic and leaned forward and delivered the smoke along with a strong sexy lip rubbing. My head was swimming. When we parted he started to say something, but he sort of forgot. He looked at me vacantly. I think that he was naturally very sensitive to marijuana and got a double effect. His face was getting pale as he was getting oxygen starved. This was my chance. I reached out and caressed his chest, flicking his nipples hard. He moaned and tried to stop me, but his motions were like jelly. I continued and tease his nipples and they both got little hard ons. I loved it. I put my head close and licked them, then sucked each one. His hand went down to his prick. He felt his own erection growing quickly and rigidly. His eyes were closed tightly and his mouth was in a silent "oh". This was the chance to do something I have been dreaming of. I always loved his back. It was muscular and there was a tiny patch of fine hair on the top of his spine and another one at the base, little baby hair. It contrasted so cutely with his overwhelming boyish masculinity and drove me nuts. "Lay on your stomach!" He gave me a "fuck you" look, but I think he was glad to cover up his hardon. He lay down. I surveyed the smooth, sexy area of his back. I kissed him just under the hairline, then I continued pressing my lips to his overheated flesh. He kept making little grunts as I progressed all the way to that beloved baby hair just above his ass. I eyes those gentle curves of his slim, excellent ass as they sloped toward the back of his hairy legs. I kissed and licked the hair patch, then moved downward. I could see his hairy ass hole sitting pulsing between his muscular ass halves. I licked the crack, made the hair wet with my tongue, then he let out an involuntary howl as my tongue made contact with his crinkled pink hole. I swiped my tongue back and forth. He was totally hyperventilating. I bent my tongue into a point and fucked his ass hole. His ass rose as he pressed upward seeking more wonderful sensations. Then I stopped. He looked over his shoulder at me quizzically. Before he could get his uncle dignity back, I struck. "Casey baby, I think you want to be fucked." He started to say something, but I stopped him and brought him down to his most animal nature by sticking my spit wetted finger into his ass and felt for his hot button. I found it and he moaned loudly. I stroked it repeatedly and then got on my knees behind him and brushed his ass hole with my dripping cock head. He knew this was "it" and he let out a loud sigh and gave in to my urgent control. He slid up on his knees and stuck his pert ass up in the air. I grabbed his slim hips for support and put the head of my cock into his hole, which seemed to grab at it. I allowed it to slide easily into his steaming hole. He wanted this so badly. He was sobbing with gratitude and sensation. "I going to go all the way in." "Yes, yes," he moaned. I pushed until my wild Irish pubes were mingling with the hair on this ass. I began a slow in and out. His head sagged down. Poor unkie was passing out with joy. Soon he came to as I began a vigorous ass pummeling. "Oh Tommy, I'm about to come from your hot prick, grab my cock and shag me." There I was, one hand stroking him, my other one bracing me as I fucked madly. Suddenly the room filled with my howling cry as my cock began to spew ropes of heavy cum into his insides. I know he felt it as he cried out with each shot. I felt his cock, a twin of mine, beginning to deliver sticky cum over my hand. I stayed inside of him, gently fucking him, milking all the feeling I could before it was all over. He murmured like a happy baby over the extra PS of attention. Finally we separated. Now he looked stricken. "What have I done? You must think of me as a pervert." "Hey Casey. I'm eighteen. I can choose my lovers now. You've been my choice since I was a little kid. Shut up your moralizing and give me a kiss, but not an uncle kiss." I called Mom and told her that it was Friday with no school the next day and that I was staying over at Casey's. Although it was only six o'clock and still light, we were both dog tired. We flopped into bed and our sound alike breathing made a duet for about two hours. We we woke up, Casey nuzzling my cock. I had never had a blow job, but Casey was making me a present of one. His mouth was so drooly and smooth and hot. I never felt anything more exciting. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I grabbed his shoulder hard. "Casey, stop a moment, I can't hold on from coming." He looked at my with, a swear, love in his face, as he said softly, "Baby, don't hold on, give way to a great cum for me." He went back down and continued sucking softly and licking the head and all up and down. Then he allowed my cock to go deep into his throat and began milking it with his throat muscles. I kept my body from tensing and just let it coast happily into a long, luxurious head spinning orgasm. "I love to see you cum so happily Tommy. There's lots of fun we can have." "And," I told him, "We're keeping it all in the family." End This is the end of the story. I purposely didn't make it part one and then have part two with Casey's boy friend or another friend of Tommy's, I just wanted to see a relationship which had been on hold for so long have it fruition.