Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2022 17:59:43 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: The Summer I Got Spanked, Chapter 4 (Revised)

*** Chapter 4 -- SEDUCTION ***

I woke up spooned with Uncle Ray.  It was really nice.  But only for a
second as what woke me up was his alarm clock and he got right out of bed.
I decided to get up too and have breakfast with him.  I was shocked to see
him pour himself a huge bowl of Lucky Charms.  I thought he had that stuff
for me.  Anyway...

He didn't say much (he never did) but I was relieved to see there was no
tension in the air.  After he left, I played some games and watched TV.
Around mid-morning I went over to my new friends' house.  They were still
in bed but got right up when their mom told them I was there.  I couldn't
help but have these weird thoughts wondering what their butts looked like
and wondering if I could come up with some kind of game where I could get
them to spank my bare ass.  Oh shit!  What was I turning into?  No matter.
I was way too scared and nervous to try to do something like that.  It
could only happen by chance -- as it did with my Uncle.

I was waiting for Uncle Ray when he got home again.  Actually, it went the
same as yesterday, if not better.  I leapt into his arms again and he
carried me upstairs.  I joined him in the shower only this time he washed
every part of me, including going slowly up and down several times on my
hard little boy peepee.  Fuck, it was sweet!  Then again, as the day
before, he put on nothing more than white briefs and carried me around for
a long time, his hand never leaving my little bare boy behind.  I loved it!

That night, I was already hard and tingling all over as the usual bedtime
approached.  But then, bedtime came and went.  Shit!  Was the fun over?
Did he feel too weird about what we did last night?  Maybe just the bedtime
was different tonight...  "Are you going to work tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yup," he replied casually.  "Same time as usual?" I asked.  "Uh-huh," he
replied, turning a page in the newspaper.

Okay...  It looked like I was going to have to work even harder than last
night to get things started again.  Maybe he needed to be seduced into it.
But then, I wasn't even sure I wanted to do it again if he was that against
it.  I mean, I wanted him to want it, not be trapped into it.  But FUCK, I
was HORNY!  At the same time, I was a little scared.  I mean, this was some
deep emotional shit that I, a kid, was getting into with a grown man.  And
not only that, but it did really hurt at the end last night (pun intended).
What if he did it even harder?  How much could I take?  How much did I want
to take?  But I was HORNY!

Guided by my hard teenage boy dick and turning off my thinking, I put the
video control down and just went over and stood right in front of him.  He
kept reading.  Still acting from my hormonal center, I gently pulled the
paper out of his hand, then pulled down my pants and stepped out of them,
now entirely naked before him, my hard three inch dick already bouncing up
and down with anticipation.  He looked in my eyes but with little
expression.  I couldn't really read him.  I looked at his crotch.  The
material was kind of bunched up.  I wasn't sure, but I don't think he was
hard.

I thought to cuss him or do something to make him mad but I just wasn't
sure.  And like I said, I didn't want to totally goad him into it.  It
wouldn't really be fun for me unless I knew he wanted it.  But my dick was
shouting, "press on!!"  So, I decided to do something mild.  Instead of
talking to try to get a reaction out of him, I just slowly laid myself
across his lap, my little, tight, white ass at the ready.

Nothing happened for a few seconds.  I heard a long, soft sigh come out of
him.  Then there were arms slowly placed under my stomach and thighs.  Was
he going to throw me off of him?  Please, no!  But instead, he lifted both
of my ends, then moved all the way back, settling himself into the sofa,
bringing me to rest very comfortably lying face down on the couch, his bare
thighs under my mid-section.  He stretched his arm over and turned off the
lamp.  And then, he started slowly and gently petting my butt.  YES!!!  As
inexperienced as I was, my gut told me that getting things this far meant
things would keep going and lead to something really good.  Plus, the
feeling on my bare little 10-year-old-sized butt was nice all by itself.

But not enough to get me off.  I shook my little white boy behind back and
forth a few times trying to egg him on.  I heard him say, "fuck," under his
breath.  Then I had another idea.  I hopped off him and, standing in front
of him, reached for the waistband of his tight white briefs and started to
pull.  He didn't resist but rather raised his butt up off the couch so I
could pull them down and all the way off.  We were totally butt naked now,
right in his living room; nothing but the flickering light of the TV to
light the room.

Next, I got my hands under the top of his thighs (no way at all could I
reach around them) and pulled.  He gave me a questioning look.  I pulled
again. I didn't want to talk.  As if that would break the spell somehow.
He got the idea and scooted forward so that now he was bent in the middle
of his stomach, his lap and lower stomach flat on the couch.  His dick was
swollen but still hanging down.  I reached for it (first time I had touched
it but he had washed my boner so what the hell).  I laid it up onto his
stomach.  I started to climb on but he reached for my hands and put them on
his dick.

I got the idea right away and started to play with it.  I didn't really
know what to do so I just moved it around, back and forth.  He started to
chub up almost immediately.  Fuck!  As he got a little harder I used both
hands (yes it took both of my little hands on his massive cock) and started
to jack him off.  It was so fuckin' amazing to feel him grow and harden in
my hands.  And I could feel the heat in it!  Fuck!  In no time at all he
was fully hard, his cock now up and flat against his belly.

He gently put his hands around my wrists and pulled them up and pulled me
too him.  I climbed on and placed myself on top of him making sure my
crotch was right at the center of his seven inches!  My little boy boner
was smashed against his huge hard rod!  Again, I could feel the heat!  I
could feel our cocks throbbing against each other!  Oh FUCK!  And
then..."WHACK!"  "OWWW!"

The spanking had started.  I shuddered and I felt him shudder too.  Then
again, I wiggled my little white ass at him, this time also feeling my
boy-sized peter rubbing back and forth on his hot mantool.  "WHACK!" came
the second hit.  Then, "WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!"  Spanking me in earnest
now.  This is what I had anticipated all day!  Fuck, the stinging!  The
sound!  My boner being pushed to and throbbing against his with each whack.
The total front and back stimulation on my sex-crazed mid-section was
incredible!

I shuddered and let out a moan and Uncle Ray did as well which in turn made
me shudder and moan again.  Together we were in a cycle of egging each
other on in horniness -- upping the lust of each other with each stinging
slap.  OH FUCK!  My little cock was throbbing as if it was about to snap in
two!  And against it I could feel the mighty throbs of Uncle's seven fat
inches!  FUCK!  I mean, fuck, fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!!!

I don't know when it started but I heard the sounds coming out of me --
the eerie sounds -- the spooky dog-like howls, the sputtering for breath,
the shrill screams.  I was totally gone over to the intense moment.  If the
house caught fire and were burning down around me, I couldn't have moved
myself from my Uncle's raging boner and his stinging hand.

I was in the same lustful state I had been in for the other spankings
except now I had the added sensation of feeling his mighty dick doing its
hard throbs against me.  And then there were his sounds.  Like me, he was
groaning and moaning as his cock throbbed -- as he felt mine flex against
his -- as he smashed me into himself with each spank of his hand -- as
he knew what his stimulation on my tiny ass was doing to my libido.

And what's more, his grunts, groans, and moans were punctuated by the most
filthy talk -- stuff that I never could have imagined, much less being
said by an uncle to his naked little nephew: "You like that, you little
fucker?  You like your Uncle's big strong hand wailing on your shiny pink
little ass?  You're gonna cum, ain't ya?  Gonna shoot your boyjuice all
over me!  Gonna get your Uncle all messy!"

I could only answer with animal-like shrieks and screams.  I was way beyond
coherency.  As I listened to the high-pitched swats on my burning boy ass
along with my Uncle's outbursts of near screams now, along with continued
filth, I was emitting a torrent of gibberish at all pitch levels.  I
started to writhe around on him, at times even lifting my ass up off of
him, so that the next whack slammed me down on him, our two hard,
blood-related members nearly joining together in blind lust as his spanking
smashed my cock into his.

His moans turned into more animal like grunts and near-screams, joining in
with mine.  He started spewing out a screaming gibberish, now incoherent
like me.  I felt his cock flex in rhythm now -- to the rhythm of his
slaps -- once with each swat and once in between.  I was near sobbing now
and I grabbed onto the cushion of the sofa and squeezed it with all my
might as if to keep myself from coming apart.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" I cried, tears now coming as I was suddenly wracked with
sobs, the convulsing of my body in tears only serving to move my cock
around and ramp up my lust even more.  Uncle never slowed down, not a bit,
and in fact, sped up the tempo and the intensity of his whacks.  It was
almost too painful to take but "almost."  The stimulation was incredible.
I now felt my 13-year-old dick flexing in time with his.

His screams took on a rhythm in time with the smack of his hand and the
throb of his mancock.  "AHA!  AHA!  AHA!" he cried, a full octave above his
normal speech.  To me it sounded both frightening and thrilling.  I was now
gasping for breath in between my shrieks and sobs as I jerked, spasmed and
writhed around on him even more.

By now, my hair was soaked with sweat, even dripping water off of me and
down my face to join my tears.  Like me, he too must have been wet all over
as I could feel it in his hot lap as I shook against him, the slipperiness
of our sweaty hot crotches adding even more to the stimulation of the
entire scene.

Then, he jerked and bucked his hips up, almost launching me off of him in
the process.  His response was just like the last time: he held me to keep
me from falling.  He grabbed one of my tiny buttcheeks in his massive hand
and squeezed, sending his calloused fingers right into my crack!
"YYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" I screamed bloody murder.  Or should I say bloody
lust?  And yet, he continued to spank my other cheek, losing none of his
momentum or strength.

Only a huge, construction-worker/weight-lifter could have held me like
that, such was my violent convulsions at this point as my orgasm was surely
only moments away.  He continued to buck up at least 6 inches off the
couch, each thrust accompanied by a scream from him, a mighty flex of his
mancock and a huge swat onto my, what by now must be blinding red, ass.

My head was spinning.  It was almost like I had gone to some other planet.
And then, to further send me into orbit, I felt his fingers moving in my
crack...searching.  And then, FUCK! there it was, his middle finger
actually pressing right up against my hole.  "AAAAHAHHHHH!!!" I screamed
again, almost shattering the windows as I bucked my little boy behind up to
meet his pressing digit.

He didn't ram it in and I guess that would have hurt too much.  But just
the stimulation of pressing against it -- along with the spanking, the
cock rubbing and everything else -- oh FUCK!  And as my cock spasmed and
my little boyhole opened and closed, he was able to push in even further,
not really up into me, but my tight boy winker was now surrounding his
rough fingertip.  The added stimulation it gave me was amazing!

I was probably near fainting at this point when I heard the first
intelligible words my Uncle had said in minutes: "Oh Jesse!" he cried and
then spurted out a scream, "I'm gonna cum!!!"  And no sooner had he said it
than I felt the mighty spasm of his mandick.  The first shot of his semen
hit my bare stomach like a hot bullet.

His ass was now raised at least a foot off the couch, me perched on top, as
he flexed his entire mid-section up and down, still tightly holding me, his
brawny hand digging into my buttcheek, his middle finger digging into my
virgin hole.  Obviously, in his convulsions he could no longer spank me,
but just used his other hand to grab me around the waist and smash me into
him even more.

And obviously, feeling him cum was at this point all I needed to send me
over the edge as well.  Like a jackhammer gone amuck, I started convulsing
along with him, emitting all manner of spurts, screams, and gasps for air
as my seed too shot out of me like bullets.  We were as one in a mix of
sperm, sweat, skin, and screams.

I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, how many times I convulsed.  Twenty
times at least, my dick pulsing and flexing way past the point of shooting
out any more cum.  But with each thrust, I let out a mighty, now hoarse
scream.

Uncle Ray kept shooting his hips up into the air as well, each thrust met
with a throb of his cock and a half grunt/half animal-like scream from him
as well, the sound and feel of it sending me into even stronger orgasmic
convulsions.

After maybe ten thrusts, he collapsed back onto the sofa, almost sending me
flying again, except for his firm grip on my hot ass.  I continued to
convulse, my 3 inch boner flexing against his still rock hard cock.  As he
came out of his crazy cum, he dislodged his hand from my sweaty crevice and
just started to rub me all over with both hands, spending most of the time
on my still stinging little ass.  His hands felt nice moving up and down on
my slippery sweat-soaked 70 pound frame.

Finally I started to calm down -- no more strength for another thrust,
convulsion, or dick throb.  Still, I was almost half shouting with each
strong gasp for air as I panted like I had run up a hundred flights of
stairs.  Uncle Ray kept rubbing my butt and body as I recovered.

All-in-all it was the orgasm of all orgasms.  It should have been recorded
and put in a museum or something.

When my breathing had returned to near normal, Uncle Ray leaned over and
moved me so that now we were lying down on the couch, him on his back, me
on top, chest-to-chest.  My face was just inches above his.  We were just
looking at each other.  Our dicks were still rock hard.  "Wet your lips,
Jesse," he said softly.  Without thinking I complied, getting my tongue wet
and running it around my lips, not realizing what was coming next.  He wet
his lips in the same way, then leaned up and pressed his lips against mine.
This totally surprised me but not in a bad way.  With one hand, he squeezed
my still burning butt, then gently stroked the back of my head with the
other.

I had never been kissed like this -- had never even kissed a girl.  I
found myself giving in, melting into him and kissing him back.  It wasn't
enough to make my cock throb again but it was intense and intimate.  A
fitting end, I guess, to what we had just shared.  After about 5 seconds he
broke the kiss and dropped his head down onto the pillow.  I scooted down
and rested the side of my head on his chest, our now deflating cocks once
again pressed together.  Once again, I melted into him.  I was like jello
in his embrace.

We just stayed there awhile, the cool evening air drying the sweat off our
naked bodies as he continually rubbed me up and down.  After a few minutes,
he grabbed me under the butt and stood up, me still pressed against him,
and he carried me upstairs to his bedroom.  He stayed naked, and in fact,
our bodies never parted as he laid down on the bed just as on the sofa --
he on his back, me on top.  We were attached by the sticky cum mixing
together on our stomachs.  I sighed as he gently rubbed my backside some
more.

*** EPILOGUE ***

In just seconds, I was drifting off to sleep when the phone rang.  I heard
my uncle say, "Hi Joe."  Shit!  It was my father.  Suddenly I felt guilty,
like I had been caught at something, and I jerked up and off Uncle Ray into
a sitting position.  He just grinned at me while he was talking, laying
there naked and uncovered.  I couldn't really process what he was saying as
my head was spinning.  And then he gave the phone to me.  I won't give you
a blow-by-blow, but the gist of it was that I was going home.  Tomorrow.

Yes, it was a good thing.  I mean, what Uncle Ray and I were doing, even at
my young age I knew it was weird.  And I knew it was something that
couldn't go on forever.  I mean, where would it lead?  And surely I wanted
to be home, see my family and friends.  Uncle Ray pulled me on top of him
and kissed me on top of the head.  I was about to fall asleep again when he
started gently pushing me off as he said, "I have to go out."  "Huh?" I
said sleepily as he got up.  "I have to go see Wanda," (his wife).  He
dressed in seconds and was gone.  I had really wanted to fall asleep
cuddled on top of him but so exhausted was I from the night's events that I
was asleep even before I knew it.

The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake.  "Jesse," I heard my Uncle
say, "I've gotta take you to your bed.  Wanda's here."  He had already
uncovered my still totally naked body and started to pick me up.  "Wait!" I
cried, finally realizing the situation and grabbing for the blanket.  She
was in the room!  "Shhh," he said, still pulling me to him, "she don't
care."  And then he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss.  Once again I
couldn't help but melt into him.  "It's okay, honey," she said with a smile
as he carried me past her.  She was a big, buxom blond.  Pretty, too.

Uncle Ray put me down in my bed and pulled the cover up, then kissed me on
top of the head and was gone.  I probably would have fallen asleep again in
seconds but in no time at all I heard noises coming from their room --
things being thrown (shoes?), then sounds of the bed.  And they were
talking, saying things like "fuck yeh!" and...  Then there was the
unmistakable sound of the bed springs moving in rhythmic fucking.  It went
on for 10 minutes and as they progressed, the grunts, speech, and cries got
louder and louder until my Aunt Wanda had a screaming orgasm (almost
sounding like me).  Big Uncle Ray was just as loud.  Fuck, I had never
heard such a thing.  It made my dick rock hard!  For the first time since
my arrival, I had to jack myself off before falling asleep.

Just as I was cleaning myself off, the door opened and in came my uncle,
once again reaching down to pull me up.  Again, I struggled to cover my
naked self.  "I told you, she don't care," he said gently as he pulled me
to him.  I was half resigned to it when for the third time that night, he
gave me a wet 5-second kiss on the lips.  And once again I melted into him.
"She's asleep already anyway.  And it's our last night together."  What
could I do?  I wrapped my naked body around him and squeezed him in a tight
hug.  He paused at the doorway of their room until I relaxed my embrace.

"Jesse, it's you, it's all because of you," he said, kissing me on the
cheek this time.  Then he got us settled into the bed.  "Huh?" I said in a
daze.  "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten Wanda back," he
continued.  "You talked sense into me and I changed my ways."  Then he just
squeezed me against him and rubbed my narrow behind.  I sighed, and soon I
was asleep, my naked body on top of his.

I awoke to a sunlit room and to the stirring of someone in the bed next to
me.  I sat up in a jerk as I realized it was a totally naked Aunt Wanda
getting herself out of bed.  Fuck of all fucks!  She had the biggest tits
I'd ever seen!  And I'd never seen ANY for real!  Fuck!  I could almost
feel my dick go "boing" as it popped into erection.  Then I felt horror as
I saw her staring at my crotch.  I was naked too!  And no blanket!

"Don't you worry, honey," she said with a big smile, standing there
allowing me to gawk at her big tits and hairy pussy.  "You got a big one
for your age and when you're older, you're gonna be huge and make all the
girls real happy."  My now awake uncle took it all in with a big
shit-eating grin.  "I'm gonna make us some breakfast," she said, putting on
a little silk robe, "while you boys get cleaned up."

Uncle Ray carried me toward the bathroom.  "No, not yet!" I said, as he got
to the door.  He stopped, then got the idea and squeezed me tight with his
one arm, his other arm still cupped under my bare buns.  He carried me
around the upstairs, our naked bodies pressed together.  But I found I
didn't need it for so long this time.  My hard dick which had been pressed
against him had even deflated.

Without putting me down, he got the shower water adjusted and carried me
in.  As before he washed my hair and my back.  Then he paused.  I turned
around.  We looked at each other and something unspoken passed between us.
Unlike the other times, my dick was still totally soft, and so was his.  "I
think I can do the rest myself," I said.  He nodded.  He did dry me off and
gave me one last passionate, naked hug.  "Oh Jesse, I'm so glad you came,"
he said.  "Me too," I replied, clutching him tightly.  After a huge
breakfast, Aunt Wanda gave me a big kiss right on the lips before I left.
We stopped at the house of my new friends on the way to the airport so I
could tell their Mom I was leaving (they were still in bed).  At the
airport, Uncle Ray stayed and chatted, then got down on his knees right
there in the terminal and gave me one last big hug before I boarded.

Dad met me and gave me a big hug as well.  I was too happy to see him and
be home to be mad at him.  He didn't say much as we walked to the car.  As
soon as we got in he said, "Jesse," and with a catch in his voice.  "I made
a terrible mistake," he continued.  "I should have never sent you away.  I
just... I was falling apart... I was overwhelmed.  I'm sorry.  Can you
forgive me?"

Wow.  How many fathers are that soul-baring with their 13-year-old
children?  My heart melted.  "It's okay, Dad," I said, as I leaned over to
hug him.  He grabbed me in a passionate embrace, just like Uncle Ray.

Of course, seeing my Mom was the best part -- not just seeing her but
seeing that she was okay -- was better and getting better.

I found I couldn't sleep that night.  I shed my pajamas to sleep naked like
I had done at Uncle Ray's.  Still restless.  Then, I don't know what came
over me, but still buck naked, I walked down the hall and right into my
parents' bedroom, my little boy peepee flopping back and forth.  Mom was
asleep and Dad was sitting up reading.  He looked up at me with not a
little surprise.  "You've taken to sleeping naked now, Son?" he asked, but
not with any judgment.  I just nodded.  "I can't sleep in my bed," was all
I said.  It took a couple of seconds for this to sink in, but then he got
the idea and pulled the covers back, moving over to make room for me.  He
was wearing his usual undershirt and boxers.

Instead of taking the empty spot, I climbed on top of him, my head resting
on his chest.  I could smell the scent of the fabric softener and feel his
gentle breathing.  He hugged me to him, squeezing one arm around my waist
and rubbing my smooth, bare back with the other.  "Pet my butt, Daddy," I
said in a little boy voice (and I hadn't called him "Daddy" in years).  He
did.  And while he kept petting my little boy butt, he gave me little
kisses on top of my head.  He kept doing it until I went to sleep.  And my
peepee never got hard at all.

THE END

***************

I have lots more stories on Nifty. I'm on the author's list as "DJ."

And remember to donate to Nifty!

https://donate.nifty.org