Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2011 14:05:58 +0000 From: Grant Perkins Subject: Jack and the beast Pt 1 Disclaimer: This story is based in the imaginative mind of the author and is a work of fiction. The story describes sexual acts that may be offensive or immoral to you. If this is the case, or its presentation in your country/state is illegal then do not read it. Copyright retained by the author. Jack and the Beast Pt 1 My name is Sandy; actually it's Sandakan but that's too difficult for most people to get around so I'm just Sandy even to my folks. I'm twelve, no, actually I'm not twelve until the end of next month but I feel twelve already. I had my first dry orgasm younks ago and I see my balls getting noticeably larger under my cock. It was odd when it started to bend over my expanding ball sack. However, my cock instantly straightened out as it stiffened and just recently I started to get some pre-cum. Now I'm waiting for the first wet orgasm. Sandy, how did I get my name? Well it was given to me because it was the name of the town in Borneo where I was conceived – at least that's what my Mum says. Actually my friends think I got my name from my fair hair. You see my family is a bit complicated. My father married my mother very late in life – he was nearly 50 and Mum about 35. This means that my Dad is now over 60 and he and I don't often see eye to eye. He is a bit of a grumpy old git most of the time which isn't too cool with me. But my Uncle Jack is great. I have to explain about him as it's, like, complicated. He is the grand-son of my grandfather's half brother but ever so much younger than my father, we share a surname. I have named him `Uncle' Jack since I could first talk although he is about 27 now I think. I see loads of him and he is a real cool guy. He also has loads of money. He did explain how he got it. Something about `commodity dealing' he said. All about buying loads of stuff when it's cheap and selling it on when the price goes up. I think I'll do that when I grow up if it makes that kind of dosh. Anyway, he went to university very close to our house so we got to know him very well. My Uncle Jack's single. He never speaks of any girls in his life I suppose `cos my Mum goes on about him getting hitched. I don't want him to do that as he would have loads of brats and wouldn't come and stay with us and play football and stuff with me. Actually, that's what I like about being with him. He always has time for me, he treats me as an equal, listens to what I have to say and I can talk to him about any stuff that I want – unlike my dad. He doesn't usually stay more than one night now as he has to keep in touch with his office either from his house or on his massive laptop which is always with him. Same goes for his 3g mobile which is frequently calling him. Early this year he came to stay. After I was sent up to bed for the night he was talking at length to my folks. I didn't know what it was about until I came back from school the following day. My Mom sat me down and explained their plan for the next summer holidays. My Mum and Dad wanted to cross to America and Canada to see various of her relatives and planned to do it this summer holidays. I immediately asked whether I was going too. She said that they couldn't afford the fares and hotels for me but Uncle Jack had agreed to look after me and had plans for the whole holiday that she was not allowed to tell me until they were finalized. However, they looked very exciting, she said. I dreamed about what Uncle Jack had planned for the holiday weeks until he said he was coming across to see us one day. To cut a long story a bit short, the plan was this. Jack had purchased a motor home and because he never had a gap year after university he planned to spend the summer touring all around Europe in the motor home and I was to accompany him that is if I wanted to. Did I ever!? The following weeks up to the summer hols dragged. Jack was having some changes made to the internal furnishing so he could communicate with his office and when it was finished he and I would go across to the works to view it. Meanwhile, he said, I needed a lot of new – and more modern, clothes and on his next visit we would go shopping. It all looked really good. He and I chose the clothes. I have never had so much trendy stuff before. We went to a huge store in Birmingham and Jack and I took loads of stuff into one of the larger changing booths to check them out. Jack said I had better take all my old clobber off and we could start with the new under-clothes. I was a bit fazed by getting naked although I had showered in the public swimming pool near home with him a number of times. Somehow in a department store it seemed less cool. Jack looked at me standing in front of the mirror and said I was very well built for my age and I had the sexiest butt he had ever seen! He had me turn a circle and then seeing the reflection of my cock hanging over my balls gave me an instant erection. I put my hands over it to hide it. Jack leaned over and gently took them away. "You shouldn't try to cover up like that Sandy." He said. "You have a beautiful body and clearly your bits all work as they should. You should be proud and glad. Anyway, I have seen you naked for the last 11 years so no big deal!" Then he held up the first bit of clothing and we sorted the things that fitted from those that didn't. He seemed to take a great deal of trouble to make sure the boxer shorts were big enough for my burgeoning cock and balls. About a half hour later I redressed and we went over to the counter. Fortunately my stiffy went down quite quickly once we had moved on from the boxers and tried on the other clothes. The bill was very substantial. Jack suggested that we sort out a few of the things to take home to show my folks and, to save their embarrassment, he would put the remainder in his car boot until he got back. I was glad he had done that as my folks would probably have made Jack take them back. I was very grateful to my Uncle Jack and he grabbed me around the waist and hugged me. "Because you're worth it!" He said. I decided that hugging my very generous uncle was a good idea and made me all warm inside. That afternoon we drove over to the coach-works where the motor home was being converted. Outside the works there stood the largest motor home I have ever seen. Maybe not as large as the Winnebago in the USA but massive by our standards. It had a twin back axel he said. While one of the engineering people took Jack around the alterations I was guided around by the salesman. Outside there was a roller door under the fixed bedroom where he said we could store the scooter and bikes. Scooter! Uncle Jack hadn't said anything about a scooter. Or bikes for that matter. The salesman told me that Jack had ordered the two bikes as well as the motor scooter and they were all due in a week or so. Inside the motor home it was vast. There were two double bunk sets and a fixed double bed up a few steps above the `garage'. They had removed one of the double bunk sets to make an office. The lounge had a section that went out sideways when we were parked driven hydraulically to add half as much again to its size. There was a kitchen and large `wet room' shower/wc and basin. Air con throughout with both fridge and freezer, satellite TV, DVD player, Xbox and apparently a dish for satellite phone had all been installed. I just couldn't think of anything else that could ever be missing. I later asked Uncle Jack what engine the monster had and he said it was a 5 lt turbo diesel. I couldn't wait 'till the end of the term to set off. We returned home with the brochures for the motor home and discussed it and the departure dates and time with my folks. You can imagine that they were thrilled for me; and I guess for them being shot of me for the entire summer holidays. It was for about 6 weeks. As I was changing schools I could leave my present school after the exams. It was all settled before I went to bed. Uncle Jack came up to see me before I went to sleep and sat on my bed. "Well Sandy." He said. "How do you feel about our summer adventure then laddy?" "It's going to be super isn't it, I can't wait to get on the road in that `beast' of a motor home Uncle Jack!" I replied. He lent down and kissed me on the forehead. "I think we shall have a great holiday in the `beast', just you and me." He held my hand and squeezed it. "I like that name – beast. It suits it doesn't it. And mind Sandy, no more shyness about being naked, we shall be seeing a great deal of each other both with and without clothes during the summer you know." He squeezed my hand. "I just loved looking at you when you were changing this afternoon. I think you have a beautiful young body and you should be proud to show it off and with the new trendy clothes we got, all the lads and lasses will be dazzled." The rest of the term dragged by so slowly. I thought a great deal about my uncle and wondered what he looked like with a hard on. I had seen him in the shower naked a number of times and he had a much longer cock than me but he was so much older and I suppose I would catch up in the next few years. In bed thinking about his cock made me hard and usually started me off wanking. By the end of the term I found I was beginning to squirt a small drop or two of cum. Chapter 2 The day arrived at last when Jack came to pick me up. Sadly, not in the `beast' as it had now become known, but in his car. He said it was better not to show it off and anyway there was no where to park it by our house. It was quite a long journey to his house but we chatted away discussing the journey he had planned. The main aim was, he said, to get down to the Mediterranean Sea and some hot sunny weather. Three hours later we swung into the drive up to his large house. Outside on the drive the `beast' stood like some fancy modern `roady' coach at a band gig. It was our intention to leave early the following morning so I stowed the stuff I had brought with me alongside the other new clothes Jack had taken back to his house in the car on his last visit. Having eaten on the way down Jack suggested early bed. He had put my sleeping bag in the room next to him and said I should use the shower off his room. I undressed to my boxers and went through into his room. Jack was undressing so I said sorry and made to leave. "No, don't go Sandy." He said. "You go through and start, I'll come in later." The shower was like a wet room with a large shower head on one side. I couldn't be seen just to slam the wet room door so pushed it mostly closed and dropped my boxers and hung them on the hook behind the door. I adjusted the heat and stood under the very wide stream of water. I grabbed the soap and started washing when a naked Uncle Jack walked in. "Guess I'll join you laddy." He said. And stood under the water while I got on with soaping myself beside him. When you have done your front I'll wash you back if you like Sandy." He said turning off the water and facing me. I couldn't force myself not to look down at his cock. I flicked my eyes back to his face and saw he was looking at mine. He took the soap over and started on my back. It was nice, his hands were warm and gentle. He worked down using his hands and reached my bottom. "Legs apart so I can soap this gorgeous bottom lad." He said. I did and moved my legs quite far apart. Then he was easing his fingers into my crack between my buttocks and then going out around them in circles. Meanwhile, he was steadying me with a hand on my tummy I felt his fingers move down towards my bottom hole. His fingers lingered over my hole gently tracing the wrinkled skin and making me shiver with exciting feelings. I hadn't realised how sensitive one's hole was to caresses. "Do you like that Sandy?" He asked. I nodded agreement. Then he knelt down and began to wash between my legs, up and down the insides and up to my ball sack. It was more than a bit thrilling for me and I must have pushed back a little. "I bet that's giving you a nice feeling isn't it sonny." He asked. "That's really wicked uncle – but feels good too." I said. He wrapped his soapy fingers around my little balls and gently massaged them. I looked over my shoulder and he winked at me. My keen young cock was starting to rise. "Why don't you just turn around and I can make it even better." He said quietly. As I turned I glanced down and saw that his cock was rapidly filling and rising too. His hand moved around the top of my leg until it bumped against my now, almost vertical cock. "I had a feeling you would like me playing with your stuff Sandy, When I was your age I just loved someone playing with mine." He began to move his hand gently up and down my cock using the soap as a lubricant. "Your foreskin seems very tight Sandy, can you retract it yet?" He asked. "You mean pull it right back like it was circumcised. No, it goes back a bit but only the tip shows?" I replied. "You need to be able to do that so you can keep the inside cleaned out from time to time and with the skin retracted it feels so much better when you wank off ." All the time he was slowly moving his hand and I wanted to do the same for him but as I was standing and he kneeling it wouldn't work., but this was fun! "You have started wanking haven't you Sandy?" He asked. I hesitated but thought, what the hell, he was rubbing my cock so I shouldn't feel embarrassed. "I learnt how to do it from my friend last year. He was very good at it and used to squirt white stuff out of the end. I got the same feelings as him but nothing came out of the end at first but about half way through last term I got a few drops and now it squirts quite a lot." I said. "Did you do it last night?" He asked. I told him yes and I usually do it most nights. He said he would see how far he could retract my foreskin and I watched as he rinsed off the soap from my cock and his hand and gripped the end of my penis just where the head of my knob showed with his finger and thumb. He eased his fingers down my stiff cock pulling my foreskin back. At first it came back easily to almost the end of the red knob but stopped just before the swelling of my knob joined the stem. "That's about as far as it will go laddy. It may hurt a little if I take it the rest of the way but I can show you how nice it is to have it retracted if you like. It did feel as if it was stretched but I said I should like to feel the difference. He lent forward while still holding my foreskin back and to my surprise started to lick the end. It was like an electric shock as his tongue licked up and down on the end. What a feeling. He had to hold onto my bottom to steady me. He looked up at me. "Was that good Sandy?" He asked. When I had agreed that it was cool, he went back and this time he wrapped his lips over the end and gently tongued and sucked on my penis. The feelings I got were out of this world. He started digging at my foreskin with his tongue and then I had this funny feeling of tightness on the end. However the effect it all had on me obliterated any discomfort it might have given. I was first approaching orgasm when Jack took his mouth off my cock so I could see what my penis head looked like with the foreskin retracted. It looked so strange with the deep red knob fully exposed. It was slightly larger than the stem of my cock so the wrinkled circle of skin looked bunched up around the top of the stem. I still needed to cum badly so asked him to finish me off. He put his lips back around my cock and within seconds I was fully into orgasm. I hadn't realised that any spunk I fired would go into his mouth but I didn't care. I had four squirts before I realized that I had spunked in Jack's mouth and tried to pull my cock out but he held my arse tight and I saw him swallow. He let me out and looked up and smiled. "I guess you liked that Sandy!" He said. I grinned. "It was really cool Uncle Jack. Did it taste nasty, I'm sorry, I didn't have time to warn you I was squirting." Not in the least, your cum tastes just fine, like nectar and I think we can drop the `Uncle' while we are on this holiday will that be all right? "I just call you Jack then, that's cool?" I asked. "Looks good to me. Now." He said. "You need to get into bed and get some sleep I think. Grab that towel and dry off while I get washed." He stood up and I saw his erect tool sticking out as ninety degrees. "Can I feel your cock Jack?" I asked. "It looks so large and stiff I'm sure it needs to cum." He looked at me for a moment. "Well, OK but just a quick one." I reached across and wrapped my small hand around his super-stiff cock. His foreskin was peeling back and my touch caused it to completely retract. Mine seemed to have come back over my cock by itself. I started to wank him off, my fingers only just long enough to work his tool. He put an arm around my shoulders and I saw he had his eyes closed. I thought his slightly hairy balls; so much bigger than mine, were pulled up into his groin and I touched them with my fingers. They too were so soft to the touch. I heard his breathing quickened and increased my pace. His arm tightened around me and then I felt his cock expand and try to force his cock upwards then the first of four strong spurts jetted into the stream of water from the shower and he began to relax. "Was that ok Jack, did I do it right for you?" He smiled down at me. "That was the coolest cum I ever had Sandy, you were ace!" He replied. "Now you should quickly dry off and I can wash." He paused. "I have a better idea about sleeping. Why don't you snuggle down in my bed with me tonight then we can keep each other company – would you like that Sandy?" I agreed, of course! Second part to come soon.