Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2011 21:01:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Uncle Bob
Subject: Sounds in the Night

Walking past Timmy's bedroom I thought I heard a sound -- a faint
squeaking, soft and rhythmic. So soft, so quiet.  I chuckled to myself.  My
seven-year-old nephew's usual mode of expression was part tornado, part
banshee.  But now he was tiptoeing, so to speak.  The squeaks stayed soft
but The rhythm gradually accelerated.  I leaned closer to the door, tempted
to peek but unwilling to disturb his pleasure.  Faster now, and louder too.
As the little boy neared his climax he could no longer restrain his
thrusts.  The bed squeaked sharply four times.  Timmy squealed softly once,
twice.  Then all was silence.  I grinned and resumed my journey to the
bathroom.

Timmy's mother. my sister Meg, had asked me to take care of him and the
house while she was in Europe on a three-week business trip.  She said I
was the only sitter who could make him mind. (Her boyfriend had decamped as
soon as her pregnancy started to show.) I was Timmy's favorite uncle,
perhaps because I was his only one.  He was my favorite nephew for the same
reason but I think he would have been my favorite even if he had a dozen
cousins.  Loud, boisterous, mischievous, a towheaded,blue-eyed bundle of
endless energy: part devil, part angel, all boy.  A constant temptation
that I had constantly resisted.  He loved to have me bathe him and listen
to him chatter at his floating toys while he splashed water on the floor.
When he got out I would dry him from the waist up, leaving his nether
regions to his own ministrations.  He never asked me to relieve him of that
duty and despite all temptation I was careful not to cross the Tropic of
Timmy.  But every night I would replay the scene in my head in my bed.
Only then did I give myself license to imagine his body, slim but with a
cute trim of baby fat, his angelic face grinning and whispering "Do it
faster, please!" as I stroked his tiny penis until he grabbed my hand and
pumped himself to a climax.  I would time my fantasy so my own real climax
coincided with his imagined one.  But I had been careful to keep
imagination separate from reality.  I never wanted to alarm or disturb him.
("Molest" means 'disturb', you know.)  I wanted our relationship to remain
a happy and carefree one. But now I found myself conflicted.  Surely I
could have done him no harm by just listening, could I?

When I emerged from the bathroom I stopped again beside his door.  I
wondered whether I should go in and give him a second goodnight kiss. (He
always gave me a full-faced kiss as I tucked him in.)  As I was about to
open the door the squeaks resumed. Slow and soft but regular: squeak,
squeak, squeak.  Transfixed, I put my hand on the doorknob.  I told myself
don't do it, don't do it -- and with all the self-control of a
two-year-old, even as I warned myself not to, my hand was turning the knob
and noiselessly opening the door just a crack.  The hallway was dark so I
thought he would not see me watching.

He was lying face down, burying his head in the pillow and pumping it with
his chin while the covers over his lower body rose and fell in sync with
the soft squeaks.  Tranxfixed, I watched as his thrusts gained speed and
power.  Then he turned his head and looked straight at me.  A sudden gasp,
a shocked look, and his motions ceased.  He quickly buried his head in the
pillow again.  We're both caught, I thought, and I have spoiled his fun.
Too late to pretend it didn't happen.  I walked softly into his room and
stood beside his bed.  He buried his head deeper and stayed still.

"Having fun?"  I asked with a smile.  He nodded imperceptibly.  I put my
hand on his back and rubbed him softly.  He turned to me and I saw tears on
his face.

"Mommy...mommy says it's naughty."

"Did Mommy see you?"  He nodded and sniffled.

"Yeah, once.  She told me only naughty boys do it."

I smiled and tousled his hair.  "Are you a naughty boy?"

His face broke into a wicked grin.  "Yes!  I'm as naughty as I can be!"

"Does Mommy punish you for that?"

"No... she just says if I have to be naughty then don't let anyone see me
because they will think I'm a bad boy."

"Does it make you feel bad when you do it?"

The grin grew wider.  "It's the best feeling in the whole WORLD!"

I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.  He lifted his head and kissed
me, right on the mouth.  Nothing special about that; he always aimed his
goodnight kiss at my mouth.  But this time I returned his kiss, and he
grabbed my head while I did.  I gently pulled his covers down to expose his
pajama-clad body.  His now-soft penis peeked out of the hole in his
pajamas.

"You like to rub it on the mattress?"

Sheepish grin.  "Yeah."

"It just pokes through the hole and rubs on the sheet?"

Sheepish nod.  "Yeah."

He turned back over and lay again face down on the sheet.  My hand found
its way to his small globes and caressed them through the cloth of his
pajamas.  Slowly, tentatively, he began to move again: up, down, up, down.
I started to remove my hand but he reached back and held it in place.

"You want to feel even better?" I asked.

He turned to me with the biggest grin yet.  "Yes, please," he whispered.  I
reached under his head and gently tugged the pillow away.  I laid it on the
bed beside him.

"Slide over onto the pillow."  He climbed onto it and moved till he was
positioned atop it.  He started to thrust again but his penis couldn't find
the opening in his pajamas.

"Let me help you", I said.  I tugged gently at his pants.  As they came
down he lifted his buttocks off the pillow, then lifted his legs and helped
the pants slip off.  He brought his legs together, squeezing the pillow
between them, then started his thrusts again.

"Put your hand back on me please," he whispered.  I stroked his globes
softly as he wiggled from side to side, exploring this new and more
exciting variation on his nightly pleasure.  He pushed his shirt up to
expose more of his body to the smooth pillow.

"Want to take off the shirt and get naked?"  I asked.  At once he pulled it
up over his head but it got stuck there and I had to help him remove it.
Now he lay fully bare, wiggling and chuckling and asking me to help him
push.  He tried to push faster but I restrained him with my hand. He got
the point and slowed down till I could hardly feel his buttocks rise and
fall.  I moved my hand in slow circles over his smooth skin, feeling his
muscles tense and relax with each thrust.  I slid my left hand under him
and felt the muscles in his abdomen do the same.  He was speeding up.

"Take it easy and make the fun last", I suggested.  He slowed almost to a
stop.  I leaned over and kissed him on the neck.  "That's the way...take
your time." He grinned up at me and slid his right hand under my left. He
maintained his pace for several minutes as I kept his thrusts in check with
the gentle pressure of my hand. He kept smiling at me as if in a
trance. Then he whispered again.

"I have to go faster now."

I grinned and whispered bac: "Go for it, baby."  At once he switched into
high gear.

He pumped harder, deeper into the pillow with each thrust. The squeaks grew
louder, more insistent.  His body writhed on the pillow, moving upward with
each thrust till the tip of his penis touched my finger beneath him: one
touch and he reached his climax.

"Oh, uncle!"  he cried as he came.

For a long moment he lay still.  Then he turned onto his back and fixed his
gaze on me.  He wasn't smiling.  I felt a pang of apprehension.  What had I
done to this innocent child?  Then he sat up, grabbed my head and kissed me
hard on the mouth.  His own mouth opened just a crack.  I licked his lips
but did not enter.  He lay back with a satisfied grin.

"That was the biggest wow EVER!"

I kissed him lightly on the forehead.  "Glad you enjoyed it.  It's a secret
though.  Mommy would be really mad if she found out."

Timmy laughed.  "I'm not a fool," he said.  "I won't tell."

"Good.  Go to sleep now."

Another wicked grin.  "Can we play this again tomorrow?"

"Maybe.  Probably, if you want.  Maybe I'll show you how big boys do
it. But remember, it's a secret.  From everybody."

"Of course.  I promise.  But only if we can do it again!"

"Goodnight then."  Smiling gently I got up, blew him a final kiss and left
the room.


I stumbled toward my own room in a fog of desire.  I knew I should feel
ashamed but I didn't see why.  After all I had given him the biggest wow
EVER.  I chuckled to myself.  As long as he doesn't feel ashamed then why
should I?  But I wondered with some apprehension how he would feel about it
tomorrow.

In my bedroom I stripped naked and lay on the bed. Remember the advice you
gave to Timmy: take it slow and make the fun last. I waited a few minutes
to let myself cool off before I touched my drooling penis.  I thought about
the story my kid brother had told me when he was thirteen. Our father had
taken him on a business trip somewhere and they stayed in a motel room with
only one bed.  Dickie said he laid quietly till he was sure Dad was asleep
but he knew Dad was a light sleeper so he made sure to keep quiet as he
slid his hand into his pajamas and began to masturbate himself with just a
feathery touch.  He said he kept it up that way, slow and soft, till he
almost went crazy but he controlled himself so firmly that he only spasmed
slightly at the moment he squirted into his pajamas with Dad still snoring
beside him.  He said it was the best jerkoff he ever had, even better than
the ones we shared most every night.  I was determined to do it the same
way.

Visions of Timmy danced in my head as I slowly tickled the head of my
penis.  It drooled harder as if urging me to speed up but I didn't.  I
replayed the moment of Timmy's orgasm.  Then my thoughts wandered and I
imagined him lying naked beside me.

I imagined the feel of his small spike in my hand and what it would feel
like when I slipped it into my mouth.  I imagined his beautiful face
wreathed in smiles as he softly, ever so softly, stroked my organ.  My
fantasy grew ever more vivid till I opened my eyes and saw a smooth small
hand below my own, softly stroking my shaft.

Timmy was standing naked beside my bed.

"Is this the way big boys do it?"  He whispered.  I just nodded.  He
climbed onto the bed beside me and brought his other hand into action,
pushing my hands out of the way.

"Can you do it to me?" He asked.  I pulled him farther over till he was
halfway lying on me, then moistened my hand with my smooth juice and let
him slip his penis into it.

We stroked each other for several minutes without saying a word.  Then I
thought I should give him timely warning.

"When I get the wow my penis is going to give a big squirt", I told him.

He grinned.  "I'm gonna make you you pee on yourself!"  He chuckled.

"It isn't pee.  It's big boys' fun juice.  It only squirts when we get the
wow."  He slowed his stroking and lowered his head to inspect me more
closely.

"It's like a little volcano," he said.  "I want to see it erupt!" He
wiggled and pumped himself harder into my hand.

"Make it erupt now.  Stroke it harder."  I covered both his hands with my
left while

my right busied itself on his ever-stiffer little spike. Timmy's face was
inches from my penis.  "Watch out for the squirt!" I warned him but he
stayed right there.


The time had come.  "Now!"  I said and thrust once, twice, three times --
and squirted into his face. For a moment he was shocked.

"Don't stop yet, please!"  I pleaded and pumped into his hands, producing
two smaller squirts.  He never moved his face.  Then I felt his penis pulse
as he reached his climax in my hand.  We released each other's organs with
a sigh. He lay down on top of me and kissed me on the mouth, smearing my
face with my sperm.

"Sorry for squirting in your face.  I didn't mean to do that."

He grinned and swiped a glob of semen from his cheek, then popped his
finger in his mouth.  "It tastes kinda funny but not too bad", he told
me. I swiped another glob from his other cheek and fed it to him.  He
sucked it off my finger and kept on sucking like a baby with its bottle. As
he did so I felt his little spike grow stiff again on my belly.  Wow
indeed, I thought.  He has had three big wows tonight and he's still up for
another.  Kids!

I slipped my tongue into his open mouth and he pushed against my face.  He
started to pump on my belly but I had something better in mind for him.  I
lifted him by the hips, positioned him over my face and let him down.  He
was still pumping, first in the air and then on my tongue.  I fondled his
butt and stroked his back as he worked himself harder and harder.  He
wasn't taking his time now.  This was a goal-oriented boy.

He achieved his goal in barely a minute and came with a yell: "Thank you,
uncle!  Thank you, thank you, thank -- uh!"

It was over.  He slid down on my body till our mouths again met.  We kissed
softly, almost chastely, with just a touch of tongue.  Then he jumped up
and walked to the door.  He turned and grinned at me.  "We're gonna do this
again tomorrow, right?"

"Up to you, my little love.  For now, sleep tight."

"I'm gonna sleep naked, on my pillow.  OK?"

"OK then.  Sleep _soft_ and tight.  Goodnight."

"G'night, my favorite uncle".

He grinned again and was gone.