Date: Tue, 17 May 2011 10:09:37 +0100
From: headmanray <headmanray@btconnect.com>
Subject: My Two Uncles Part 14

This was how it was with two uncles of mine when I was a young boy.  They
didn't corrupt me, I knew I liked older men and so for me what was more
natural than two males enjoying each others company. If sexual relationships
between a boy and his uncles offend you then this is not a story for you.
Even though I am much older now and attitudes have changed I remember these
two men fondly.


14

From part 13B:

He sat on the side of the bed and slid a hand under the cover.  I felt his
hand find my leg and as it moved up I lay back to let him feel me.

"Oh yes. You have a nice morning hardon there but we can deal with that
later can't we"

I just smiled at him and he leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.
"Come on son.  Don't let your breakfast get cold"

He got up and left me and as he walked downstairs.   I threw on a silk
dressing gown that was hanging behind the door and followed him.

14

(This is where I discovered a lot more about my two Uncles and especially
Uncle Bert as told to me by his brother Uncle John)

I sat at the table and had some cereal as Uncle told me he was cooking me
some eggs to go with the rest of my breakfast.  As I said to him I was
hungry he laughed and said "Yes I bet you are.  But this wil keep up your
energy"

He sat watching me as I ate, smiling and making small talk and suggesting
and giving me options on how we might spend the rest of the day.  Then right
out of the blue he said "I had a call from your mom earlier on.  She only
wanted to know if you were being good and I told her yes of course.  It
seems like my brother is in some serious trouble this time but no doubt she
has already told you about that"

I was puzzled but was curious, she had said nothing, and now I wanted to
know more so I just sad "Yes she told me something but I didn't take much
notice.  So what's it really all about"

"Well" Uncle continued, "He's not really my brother as he was adopted when
he was a baby but I have always known him as my brother as I wasn't born
until four years after his adoption.  It's your Uncle Bert.  Seems like he
is in trouble with the police and your mom is trying to get the rest of the
family to stand by and support him"  "It's not easy though. He is such a
fool."

I tried to show no interest but deep inside I was desperate to know more so
I said "I didn't know you were brothers Uncle.  Do you ever see him or get
in touch?"

He looked down at the table top and said "Oh no.  We haven't spoken or see
each other for a long time." and then picking up his coffee he said "Lets go
and sit on the couch and I will tell you about me and him when we were kids"
Bring your orange juice with you and we wil sit next to each other.

As I walked towards the couch the front of the dressing gown opened and
trailed on the floor, it was too long for me and Uncle, already sat down
smiled as he saw me pull the robe around me said "Leave it open son if you
like.  It's only us here" so as I sat on the couch next to him I let it
casually fall open and curled my legs up under me as I sat close next to
him.

He put and arm around me and said "Now what I tell you must stay with you.
You must never tell anyone else about this, you understand?"

He sounded so serious I wonder what I was about to hear and said"Yes of
course Uncle.  It's our secret"

He started.  "I am going back a lot of years to when I was younger than you
are now, but your Uncle Bert and I never really got on.  There was your
Uncle Harry of course but he was much older than us and no doubt your mom
has told you how he got killed in a machine accident at work."  I nodded my
head as he continued.  "and there was your Mom and her sister, Aunt May"
"We didn't have a big house so I had to share my bedroom with Uncle Bert"
"Even when I was real small he used to bully me and say I was his pony and
he would jump on my back and make me run around shouting out to your mom or
anyone else around "look at my pony" Isn't he good".  I hated it, but to him
it was his game and of course anyone watching thought was all good fun so
complaining was useless.  Bed times were even worse.  He would be all
angelic in saying good night our parents and because I was younger I had to
go to bed a little earlier than him.  I used to lie in bed dreading hearing
him coming up the stairs shouting out "night night every one", and I knew it
was his way of letting me know he was coming for me.

It was useless trying to pretend I was asleep He would wake me up for his
game as he called it.  It started of where he would pull back my bed covers
and tell me to get on my hands and knees.  He was stronger than me and if I
had refused he would have hit me so it was easier to do as I was told.  Once
on my hands and knees he would straddle my back and make like he was riding,
sometimes reaching behind him to slap me on my butt.  When he was tired of
this he would say "OK pony, time to go back into the stable. We will ride
again tomorrow so think about it."  So many nights I fell asleep hating him.

As we grew up things progressed so that he would have me on my hands and
knees but now he had to "Inspect the pony" as he called it.  He would hold
my head and look at my eyes, and then put his fingers in my mouth running
his fingers around my mouth feeling my tongue and teeth.  He would then tell
me to stay still, as he had to check out what was underneath.  The fact I
was circumcised seemed to intrigue him and he always tried to open my
cockslit with his thumb and finger.  He would pull my ball sac down and if I
moved he would slap my butt and say "Keep this ass up and high"  Nothing
escaped his  attention  and after playing with my balls he would wet a
finger and pres it against my hole.  He used to say "One day I am going to
go in here but not today, but think about it." And then he would finish my
saying "Go to your stable"

When he hit 12 or 13 he moved to another school so I was spared his daytime
humiliations.  Quite suddenly it seemed he was much older, far more sure of
himself and to me, more threatening.  And I was to be proved right.

I snuggled in trying to get closer to Uncle and he said "Am I boring you son
with my ramblings?"

I was fascinated by al of this and sad "Oh no. Uncle Carry on I am
listening"

I rested a hand on his thigh and as he placed a hand on top of mine he
continued.

Bert knew more than me about dry cumming but once he discovered when he
inspected me I got a boner he would wank me until I had cum although of
course at that age I didn't; shoot anything.  He was ahead of me on that
count and I recall waking one morning to hear your Uncle Bert going ahhh,
ahhh and wondered what was wrong.  I didn't say anything to him but I saw he
had the covers thrown back and he had been wanking and then I saw him wipe
his underpants across his stomach before throwing them on the floor.  He got
up and went to the bathroom and as he did I just moved out of bed to see
what was there.  I couldn't see anything but I could see something wet and
touched it and smelt it.  I was intrigued.  What this stuff?

I laughed at this and uncle said "Hey. Don't laugh at me" and gave me a hug
and then kissed my head.

I found out what it was later that day.  On his pony inspection as he liked
to call it, that night there was a change in routine. I had to get out of my
bed and get on all fours as usual.  He was knelt in front of me checking my
mouth and teeth and suddenly said "Open up here"

I didn't know what he was doing but I opened up and as I did he pushed his
cock in my mouth!  I tried to move back but he had hold of my head and said
"Don't you dare bite me".  I felt him pull back his foreskin and he started
to move in and out of my mouth.  He still held my head and said "Close your
lips around it" and as I did my mouth filled up with something hot shooting
from his cock!  "Swallow it. Swallow it" he eagerly said and I had no
choice, I had to.

He pulled away from me and said "That my brother John is cum.  You don't
have any yet but you will soon, but for now I have to share mine with you.
Get used to it.  I'll keep you fed.  Now get in your stable"

I went back to my bed; fascinated now at how he had made this stuff he
called cum and wondered when I would be able to do it as he said.  Little
did I know be Bert had another surprise in store for me.

On this particular day that I well remember he had waited to stop me before
I got home from school.  I wondered what was wrong, this was not like him
and as I approached him he smiled and said "Hi there littlie brother.   Just
wanted to tell you something.  I discovered something today in school. Some
of us in my class are going to some farm and they have horses there we can
ride but it seems you can't ride a horse until it's broken in as it will
always buck you off.  Well tonight my little pony I am going to break you
in.  Then when I want a ride you won't buck me off. Think about that. We
will have fun won't we?"  and with that he walked away leaving me to walk
home on my own.

I walked home real slow after hearing his threat and felt like running away
but where could I go.  Nowhere!

After tea I said I wasn't feeling well and went to bed early. I hoped I
would fall to sleep but try as I might I couldn't. I kept thinking of what
Bert had said on my way home from school. As eventually I heard him shout
out "night night, see you in the morning"   I pulled the covers tight around
me and lay as still as a log.

I heard the bedroom door shut and could hear him drop one shoe and then the
other as he started to undress.  I had my back to him and still dare not
move.  I heard him say "OK pony, time to wake up"

I didn't move.  I was aware now he was by the side of my bed and he said "I
know you are not asleep.  Either leave the stable or else I will have to
whip you out. It's your choice"

We didn't wear pyjamas, we only wore underpants and as I pulled back the
covers to do as he told me he said "Take them off.  It's time for a ride.
But let's do this easy.  Kneel on the bed not on the floor"

As I knelt on the bed he knelt on the floor behind me and said "Oh yes.
What you got hanging there is looking pretty.  Let me feel" and with that
his hand was holding my small balls and then stated to tug on my cock.  I
don't know why but I got hard and he said "Oh so you like this"

I had my head on the pillow and said "No I don't.  Let me go Bert"

He laughed at me and said "I think you do like it.  But I am not going to
wank you tonight." I felt his hand move and now both were on my butt and he
casually said "This is a nice little butt you got here John.  I'm lucky to
have a pony like you and you are lucky to have me to take care of you" He
started to squeeze my butt cheeks and then it felt like he was trying to
pull them apart.

I lowered myself to try to ease things but quick as a flash he said "You
keep your head down and this ass high up." And with that he slapped me hard.
I jerked as I felt the sting that followed and buried my head in the pillow.
I was scared now and wanted whatever he was going to do, over.

I felt a finger on my hole and froze.  "What a lovely little hole you have
here." He said and then I felt him put something moist on my hole.  "Its
hair cream" he said "Not that you have any hair here" and laughed at his
silly joke "but this should help" and with that he pushed his finger inside
me.  I shook my head and said "No Bert.  No!" but he ignored me, and move
his finger in and out of me several times.

I moved my head on the pillow and looked through my open legs and could see
he was standing now behind me. I could see his balls but not his cock and
knew he was going to wank over me.

I heard and felt him slap my butt with his cock and then the next minute I
felt like I was being stretched wide open and he rammed his cock right in
me!  The pain was incredible.  I shook my head and tried to drop down onto
the bed to get rid of hm.  He held my hips tight and pulled me up.  "I said
keep your ass up high" he said "It's no good bucking pony.  This is one ride
we will both remember"

He was pushing his cock right into me and then letting it slip right out
before he rammed it back in hard again.  It hurt like hell and I started to
cry.  It made no difference to Bert.  He meant what he said and I knew he
would only stop when he wanted to.  After some time he let his cock stay in
me as he worked it into my hole and strangely it suddenly felt better and
the pain went.  I don't know how long he fucked me for it seemed like ages
but suddenly as he pulled me hard against him I could feel his legs tremble
and as he pulled out I could feel my hole was wet and guess it was his cum.
I stayed on my knees waiting for him to say something but all he said was
"That hole is mine, and I am going to use it when I want. Remember that.
Now cover yourself up."

I lay back down on my bed and pulled the covers over me.  My hole felt
tender and I could feel his cum leaking from my hole.  I couldn't' think why
he had done this but all I could think of was how he had said he was going
tot use my hole whenever he wanted it.  I didn't want him to do it again but
I had no choice and he knew it.  He knew I wouldn't tell mom or dad, they
would accuse me of making it up and believe what he told them.

I was intrigued and said "Why wouldn't they believe you Uncle. And why would
they believe him"

He just shrugged and said "That's the way it was. He was clever at making
them believe I was in wrong and he was in the right and so I knew if I told
them what was really happening I would have had a hiding for making up such
a story.  So of course it continued" His arm that was still around me and he
stood up and said "I'm going to make another coffee, do you want more juice
or..?"

I answered "Yes I'll have a coffee thank you and then tell me more what it
was like with Uncle Bert"

Finally sitting down with his coffee and placing his arm around me he
continued "There not much more to tell you really baby.  Bert continued to
stuff me more or less whenever he wanted to and strangely after a while I
almost stated to look forward to him doing it.  Of course we were both
growing older and I had discovered the joys of cumming but Bert would never
suck me or let me put my small cock in him.  He would usually make me cum
when he fucked me"

"Of course eventually we were caught"

I was amazed and asked "Who by!  I bet it was embarrassing"

He laughed lightly and said "Embarrassed?  It was worse than that.  We were
caught by your grandfather, my father.  Our bedroom door wasn't shut
properly and Bert thought there was nobody in the house.  It was a Sunday, I
wil always remember, and you mom and aunts had gone somewhere with mom and
dad.   I can't recall why we didn't go but anyhow it's not important.
Anyhow, Bert and I had started to wrestle around a bit and of course one
thing led to another where he pulled my shorts off and said "I think its
time you bent over for me. You deserve it"

"He was about 19 by now and I was 15 and knew the routine so I went to our
bedroom rubbed some cream into my hole and waited for him. "

"How awful" I said and put my arm closet to Uncle between his legs and held
his leg close to me.

"Not really son.  You see I was used to it by now and he had said that I
deserved it, and you know in a strange way" he paused a while "I wanted him
to do it"

"I hope you are ready for this" I heard him shout as I head him coming up
the stairs "I've; not had a wank for three days so you are really going to
get a load"

I turned my head around to see him as I heard him enter the bedroom and he
stood there smiling at me holding what to me like a mammoth cock in his hand
saying "You are going to love this."  He only had a tee shirt on and I guess
he had removed his pants downstairs.

I never knew what to expect with him, if he would enter me slowly or just go
right in but I always tried to relax as best I could.

He stood behind me and pushed my feet further apart. Then I felt a hand in
the pit of my back as he said "Keep that ass up for me" and as I tried my
best to do as he said "That's it.  You know how to do it" and with that he
pushed right in, hit my inner muscle and stretched that open as he went in
deeper and then I felt his balls pressed against and partly under me as they
hung there.

His invasion made me jerk up bit as soon as I did he pushed me back, face
down, and said "Oh no baby brother, keep your ass up for me"

I griped the sheets as he stayed there pressed into me.  Finally he started
to move back and forth in some kind of rhythm and then is when it happened!
I heard "What in the hell do you think are you doing?"

It was your granddad!

Bert pulled his cock right out of me, I stayed where I was I couldn't face
Dad but as Bert started to say "It's not what you think dad."

He was cut short and dad said to him "I saw what you were doing.  I SAW
YOU!"  To me he said "John.  Get dressed and out of here. "

I picked up my clothes and ran downstairs.  I got dressed quickly but then,
being curious, I crept to the top of the stairs to hear what was happening.


There had been a lot of shouting and I could hear Bert protesting about
something and I gently pushed the door ajar to try and see what was going
on.  Did I have a surprise!

"What was happening Uncle"   I asked.  This was amazing and as I looked at
Uncle by the look on his face it looked as if he was enjoying telling me al
of this.

"I saw Bert, his arms on the floor and his head hanging low as he was
stretched over dads lap!"  I heard dad say "no son of his would behave in
this way and then said but you aint no son of mine", which I thought was
bad.  Then he said "you deserve a whopping boy so no wriggling about.  Now
start counting!" ad with that I heard his hand fall on Berts butt and heard
him yell out.  I heard his hand fall again and again as Bert yelled and dad
said "I don't hear you counting boy".  Bert said "three" as he was hit again
and Dad so "No you start at one" Now start.  By this time he must have been
hit about six times but he started to count "one" "two" "three".

I felt sad for Bert right then and hated dad.  I went back downstairs by the
count of fifteen; I didn't want to hear anymore and waited for them both to
come downstairs when it was all over.

Dad came down first and said "Are you OK son?"

I told him I was and he simply said, "don't worry. Nothing like that will
happen again.  But tell me was that the first time or has he done that kind
of thing to you before?"

I looked at the floor and then right at him, square in the eye.  What he had
said to Bert about not being his son was real bad and I saad "Yes.  That was
the first time"

He seemed happy with that and said "Good cos if I thought he had tried it
before I would kick him out of here right now"  "Now then, not a word of
this to anyone you understand.  This is a man thing so we keep it to
ourselves. Right?"

I just said "Right dad" wondering where Bert was as dad replied "Good.  Well
I am of out to meet your mom.  We wil be back shortly.  And remember not a
word"

"As the front door shut heard I heard your Uncle Bert coming down the
stairs.  When he came into the room and saw me still there he looked
somewhat surprised and said to me "

"What the hell you doing here?"

I looked sheepish as I felt a little guilty about what had happened and what
had been said by your granddad"

Bert spoke to me again and said "Do you know what dad did to me?  Do you
know?  Did you hear him?"

"What could I say?  I said nothing"

"Well I'll tell you what he said seeming as you lost your tongue"  "He said
I am not any son of his.  Well that's it then. I am not calling him dad no
more.  Then he put me over his knee and spanked me!!  Spanked me.  What
about that?  Christ my ass is still hot even now!"

"Are you OK" was all I could say to him and then added, "It's not my fault,
but I feel bad al the same"

Having said that to him he seemed to change and D'you know what he did?"

I shook my head in answer to his question.  Uncle continued..

"He held out his arms and said "No. It's not your fault so come here and
give me a hug and lets go back upstairs, we have unfinished businesses to
attend to"

And you know what?  I did.

"I was excited at the thought of what was in store but I was scared too in
case mom and dad came back and found us.

No sooner were we back in our bedroom ad before I had chance to do anything
Bert threw me on the bed and was pulling my pants down and then off me.  He
then pulled m to my feet turned me around with my back to him and said and
"Get bent over and spread your legs."

As I did what he told me he said "Put your hands on your ass and pull these
cheeks wide apart for me"

My head was buried in a pillow and I moved my hands behind me to pull my ass
open for him.  Lucky for me I was still moist from our earlier activities
because as soon as I pulled my butt cheeks open his cock was against my hole
and he just drove right on in.  It hurt. In fact he hurt me a lot and as I
yelled out he slapped my butt real hard and slapped me again.  My hands now
were on the bed and I was trying to push myself up.

He brushed my arms out to my sides and as I fell back onto the bed he said
"Keep your ass up in the air for me" and again he slapped my butt three or
four times more.

Now he was fucking me, not like he usually did but roughly and he seemed to
be enjoying it.  "Now you know what it's like to have your ass whipped.
Damn your ass is red already"

I was still shaking my head and prayed for mom and dad to come back home.

"Did they?"  I asked.

"No they didn't son.  But it was soon over anyhow.  I don't know why or what
it was but all of a sudden Bert rammed in against me the hardest he had ever
done hard and said "Remember this".  Strange thing of it is I DO remember it
still.  My butt was tingling for the slaps he had given me and as he pulled
out I remember his cum leaking out of me and down my leg"

"Did grandma and granddad, your mom and dad come back" I asked, anxious now
to know what more happened

"Yes they did son but not for quite a while and by the time they did I had
cleaned up and Uncle Bert had gone out.  So there you have it so now you
know why your Uncle Bert and I don't see too much of each other."

I was still anxious to know more and said "So what happened next"

Uncle held me closer to him and simply said "Well to cut a long story short,
three days later your Uncle left and went into the merchant navy.  Your
granddad was delighted saying he's over 16 so there's nothing we can do and
your grandmother was very upset saying but he's still a boy.  Me?  I wanted
to say a boy!  Well if you saw his cock you'd say he was a man but  I didn't
but I must admit I missed him for a long time but in that time we had a new
neighbour move in next door.  They had a boy about three years or so younger
than me.  He had no brothers or sisters so we used to hang out with each
other to start with and then things developed to where I used to fuck him
almost  every day"  Uncle laughed lightly at this and continued saying "I
was never rough with him though or ever made him do anything he didn't  want
to do.  Of course, came the day I started work but I still saw Kelvin, that
was his name, when we could manage it."  "But enough. I have been talking
too much here.  Not a word of this to anyone though you understand.  Your
mom would have a fit if she knew half of this"

There were lots of things I wanted to ask but didn't  I stretched out on the
couch alongside uncle and without any warning he pulled up the  bottom of
flimsy silk dressing gown threw it over my head and said," Show me your
sweet little butt. Come on.  On your knees for your Uncle. Let me feel you
up"

To me it was a game and as I knelt on the couch the dressing gown now moved
over my head and was in folds in front of me.   I felt uncles hand reach
between my legs and hold my balls.  It felt so good, he kinda stroked them
and pulled them down at the same time and of course my boy cock started to
get hard immediately.

"Damn "he said "You always feel so good."  He kissed my but and then said
"We'll have some fun later but time is rolling on so go take a shower get
dressed and we will go out.  There are things to get done"

He patted my butt and reaching over me he pulled the dressing gown back over
me.

I was a little disappointed, I was so  horny but jumped off the couch and
went back upstairs to shower as he had said, to get dressed.  I got the idea
this was going to be quite an eventful day.

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