Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2021 13:01:58 -0400 From: Greg Stevens Subject: Uncle Bart Uncle Bart Fiction by Greg Stevens This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious. Uncle Bart -- Chapter 1 I was 14 years old the day I arrived on the farm, but I remember it like it was yesterday even though I've spent the last 7 years here. It was a cold late winter day when my Aunt Millie picked me up at the train station in town. My mom had just passed, and the courts decided I had to live with my only surviving relative. Aunt Millie was my mom's younger sister. I had met her several times but never spent any time with her and had never been to the farm. We drove quietly from the station through very flat farmland and eventually came up on her property. The house looked a bit like a movie set. It was a big white house with a big porch. To the left of the building was a large red barn and in front of it were some raised feed troughs and some farming equipment. Aunt Millie pulled up in front of the house and helped me get my stuff out. Then showed me to my room. I remember sitting on the edge of the bed and crying, thinking about my mom and how my life changed in a flash. A knock on the bedroom door woke me from a nap. "Yeah" I said, trying to recall where I was. The room was dark. "Dinner is ready" I heard a man's voice say. It was definitely not Aunt Millie's. "Ok" I said, seeing the hulking silhouette of the man in the doorway. I couldn't really make out his features, but I quickly gathered it was Aunt Millie's husband, Bart. I came down to the table and Aunt Millie had made what smelled like a great dinner. Mom wasn't much of a cook, but this looked and smelled great. "Matt, this is Bart, um Uncle Bart" she said introducing me. They hadn't been married yet the last time I saw Aunt Millie. Of course, mom and I knew she got married, but we never had the chance to meet him. "Hi, nice to meet you" I said, extending my hand and shaking Uncle Barts. Uncle Bart's hand was big and rough from hard work. Actually, everything about Uncle Bart was big and rough looking. He was a large, not fat man who made me feel very small. Uncle Bart had to be at least a head taller than me if not more. He had dark hair and eyes. And every shirt that he owned seemed to be painted over his muscled arms and shoulders stretching the material. Uncle Bart, as I would come to know, was a pretty quiet man. He did not engage in much small talk but at the same time he was warm and friendly. "Tomorrow, I thought you could help Uncle Bart in the barn?" Aunt Millie said cheerily. I looked up from my plate to Millie then to Bart. Bart gave me a side smile that basically said, "Don't argue with her, you will lose". "Ok" I replied simply. I had no clue about farms or barns or anything I could do to help. "Ready" I heard Uncle Bart's voice in my room. I blinked my eyes open and looked at the time on the clock. It was 6am. "What?" I was confused and a bit irritated. "It's time to get some breakfast and go work in the barn" Bart responded. Groggily I made my way out of the bed and threw on some clothes. When I got down to the kitchen Bart had some eggs and bacon ready. "Want some coffee?" Bart asked, bringing a pot close to me. We finished breakfast and headed out across the frosted grass to the barn. As soon as I entered, the smell filled my nose. A scent that I will remember long after that day. It was a mixture of cowhide and cattle and hay, smells that always trigger memories that bring me back to that morning with Uncle Bart. Over the next couple years, I worked closely with Uncle Bart learning lots of aspects of the farm. Not having a father in my life, it was nice to get to know Bart. Bart took me under his wing and taught me everything I needed to know about living and working on a farm. I was enrolled in school and when not in classes I worked the farm with Uncle Bart. I remember the day I finally graduated. I ran back to the farm from school. I could focus on the farm full time now. It was a warm spring day and I quickly changed into my farm clothes to help Uncle Bart with the afternoon chores. Aunt Millie and Uncle Bart met me in the kitchen. "What's going on?" I asked, grabbing some juice from the fridge. "Your uncle and I have something to talk to you about" Aunt Millie said, and I felt a sinking feeling in my gut. Had I done anything wrong?? I wondered. "Follow me" Uncle Bart said sternly, and a chill ran down my spine. We went out the kitchen door to the back of the house. Had I left a gate open, and a cow got out? Did I forget to turn something off or something on? Every possible problem raged in my mind. "Here" Uncle Bart said and handed me a keychain. I took it and then looked back and forth between Aunt Millie and Uncle Bart. Millie's eyes welled up with tears. "We are so proud of you. Your mom would be so proud of you" she gushed. "The truck is yours" Uncle Bart cut in realizing I still hadn't figured out what the keys were for. "The truck" I said my excitement rising. I looked at the old pale blue pickup truck that Uncle Bart let me drive around the property. It wasn't pretty but man did I love it. I loved driving it and the freedom it gave me with the windows rolled down and the radio blaring. "Oh my god thank you" I said, hugging Aunt Millie. I was so excited I almost knocked her over. Then I gave Uncle Bart a big hug. "Can I go?" I asked knowing there were chores to be done. "Yeah go, but you have twice the work to do tomorrow" he said as I was already in the truck and pulling out of the driveway. I was happy. Then that winter as we got through the fall harvest and the cold weather started to hit the farm, Aunt Millie took ill. The doctor said it was pneumonia, but as the days went on the condition worsened and within a week, we lost her. Friends and neighbors met us at the house after the funeral and brought lots of food for Uncle Bart and me and then they slowly left. The house felt big, empty, and very quiet. Uncle Bart became even quieter than normal. "How are you doing Uncle Bart" I asked softly, sitting next to him on the sofa. He looked at me as if studying my face for the first time, then he looked back at the floor. "I know I'm not your blood family, but you are welcome to stay as long as you want" Uncle Bart said. The thought had never occurred to me but now that he brought it up, I was immediately relieved that he said it. "I don't really know anywhere else I'd rather be" I said, and he smiled. The next couple weeks were pretty quiet around the house. We both went about our chores. I did my best to help cook and clean. At night I would hear Uncle Bart talking in his room. I imagined he was talking to Aunt Millie. Then one night I heard a terrible noise, loud enough to wake me from a pretty sound sleep. I went to the hallway and followed the noise to Uncle Bart's room. "Uncle Bart are you ok?" I asked softly. "Come in" he said. I opened the door and entered the dimly lit room. "Are you ok?" I asked softly. "Yeah, I just miss her" he said. "I do too" I replied. "Can you stay" He asked as I turned to leave. I was confused, but I agreed. Uncle Bart pulled back the cover and I got on the bed next to him. The bed was warm and comfortable, but I felt a bit strange laying next to him. I listened as Uncle Bart slowly drifted off, his soft breathing lulling me to sleep. I woke sometime later to a strange new feeling. It took me a while to come to full awareness. Uncle Bart had turned, and his body was against mine. I could feel him nestled up against my back, his large arm draped over my body and then I became aware of the feeling of his hand on my dick. Somehow during the night, Uncle Bart lowered my pajama pants and my briefs and his rough hand was stroking my hard cock. I laid still trying to figure out what was going on. Uncle Bart's breathing was slow and steady. Was he still asleep? Was he dreaming? Was I dreaming? Uncle Bart's fingers grasped my hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. His large rough hand worked up and down the length of my cock. Each stroke sending electric charges through my body. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I wake him? As he continued stroking my breath became more ragged as I got closer to orgasm. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. No one had ever touched my hard dick before. I sucked in a breath and held it as I felt my balls pull up towards my body. My orgasm was close, and I knew I would create a mess. Slowly I pulled my shirt down over Uncle Bart's hand and my dick to try to catch the cum. Just as I did, I felt the spurt shoot from my cock onto my belly. Uncle Bart continued to pump my dick as 2 more spurts of warm cum coated me as the powerful orgasm slowly came to an end. I let out a low uncontrolled moan as the waves of sexual excitement passed through my body and subsided. Uncle Bart's hand stopped moving but he did not remove it from my dick. I did not move, or say anything, I just laid still not knowing what to do. Uncle Bart's body seemed to go slack, his arm still around my waist. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as a complete quiet filled the room. Then I heard the soft breathing indicating that Uncle Bart had fallen back to sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please support Nifty Erotic Stories. Your donations provide great stories. You can donate at: https://donate.nifty.org/