Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2008 06:35:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack deGropier Subject: Little Billy's stiffy 1 I walked into my bedroom and got the shock of my life. There on the bed grinning up at me was my little nephew, Billy. He was on his back, completely naked, a pillow under his butt, his hands folded behind his head, and the prettiest little stiffy you ever saw. "Hi, Uncle Jack!" he said, grinning even more broadly. His erect penis twitched. With his butt raised by the pillow, it looked as if he was thrusting his erection at me. "What the hell are you doing, Billy?" I tried to sound stern, but there was a slight tremble in my voice. The sight of that perfect hairless boy and that delicious little stiffy had got the better of me. I don't know about you, but the one thing on god's earth that is guaranteed to give me hard on is a young boy with an erection. "Waiting for you, Uncle Jack." I couldn't take my eyes of his penis and that cute ballsac beneath. Perfection. I felt my own cock swelling and hardening. "Waiting for what?" I said. What a dumb question. I was not thinking straight. "Waiting for you to take care of me, Uncle Jack." "Wh-what?" "Mom said you would take care of me." I stared at him. I couldn't believe my sister had meant that I should take care of him sexually! Surely not. Or did she? We had had a conversation about Billy and how she had caught him masturbating with another friend and had asked me what she should do. My reply came back to me now: "Leave it to me, sis. I will take care of it." And here was my chance! "I got a stiffy, Uncle Jack." "I can see that, Billy. What about it? All boys get erections, you know that. It's no big deal." He pouted. "Don't you like my stiffy, Uncle Jack?" I loved it! I wanted to go down on him, take it between my lips and make him feel good, make myself feel good. My cock was getting big inside my pants, making a huge bulge as it pushed against the material. "I didn't mean that, Billy. It's a lovely stiffy! Why don't you wrap your fingers round it? Your mom tells me you like doing that!" He blushed sweetly. "Yeah, she caught me and Kevin jacking off." "Show me how you jack off, Billy. I used to do it all the time when I was your age." "Do you still, Uncle Jack?" "Do I still what? Oh, you mean............sure, I love my cock." That was true. I loved my cock. I couldn't leave it alone. Sometimes I thought it was my cock that couldn't leave me alone. The slightest stimulus would start my cock twitching, demanding attention, and I guess I was what they call a chronic masturbator. Who wouldn't be with all these gorgeous young boys around? "Let's do it together, Uncle Jack." He got up then and came over to me. Without asking, he unzipped my fly and fumbled inside to get his fingers round my erection. "Wow," he said softly as he flicked it out and wrapped his fingers round the shaft. We flopped on the bed and I allowed him to stroke my cock as he wished. It was clear he was fascinated by it, by the swollen dark pink cockhead, by the veins that ran the length of it and by the bush of dark pubic hair from which it stood out proudly. "Toss me off," I whispered. "Do it for me." He gave me that wicked grin again and set to work. "Do mine, Uncle Jack. Let's do each other." I took his stiffy between thumb and forefinger and felt its bonelike hardness. He must have known my reaction because my cock juddered as more blood pumped it to even greater hardness. I wanked his little penis, using all my skill and experience to make him feel good. "Are you going to cum, Uncle Jack?" "Not yet, Billy. Not yet. Let's make it last, ok?" "OK." A thought struck me. After all, he was a really young kid. "Can you cum?" "Make sticky, you mean?" "Yes. Make sticky. Cum. Shoot your load. Spunk up." "Wow, I didn't know it had all those names! Yeah, I had my first cum about a month ago, when I was doing it with Kevin." "Good feeling, huh?" "Fucking ace!" he said, then "Sorry, Uncle Jack, didn't mean to swear." "That's all right, Billy. I agree with you. Cumming is fucking ace!" And with that we went back to our task. concentrating our minds and our hands on mutual masturbation. Then Billy broke away. He pushed me on my back and climbed on to my chest and leaned over me so that his penis was hovering over my mouth. "Suck it for me, Uncle Jack! PLEASE!" Dear reader, let me ask you something: when did you last have a young boy's erect penis in your mouth? There is nothing in this world more exciting for a man that sucking a fresh young cock. I will be honest with you. I have difficulty in swallowing a man's cum, don't ask me why, I just can't do it. I gag. But a boy's cum is completely different. Its taste and texture are very different, I won't say sweeter, but somehow fresher, smoother, and I can swallow a young boy's cum like it was icecream. And Billy, when he came, pumped his precioud boyseed down my throat and I ingested it eagerly, greedily, like a starving man getting his first protein meal. What I loved too was the way he "fucked my face", moving and thrusting into my mouth. Had he learned how to do this, or was it pure instinct? Either way, it caused me to grab my cock and stroke hard in rhythm to my little nephew's cock thrusting down my throat. Fucking ace! Billy, I couldn't have expressed it better. To be continued. Comments to jackdegropier@yahoo.com or visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Love101forMen/