Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2011 23:47:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: Uncle charles part 7

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Uncle Charles part 7


My uncle stood looking at me with a blank stare on his face.  I began to
move from my spot on the bed against the wall, while Kris moved to sit on
the edge of the bed, diagonally between me and my uncle.  I continued to
stare my uncle down.  At that moment, I did not fear him, and not just
because Kris was there, but because I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt
me.

"James."  My uncle started; his voice calm but stern.  "I did not hit you.
That was something you do in the he..."

"NO!"  I growled at him, the word rolling from my lips.  "I might be a kid,
but I am not stupid.  You only hit someone when you're mad."  My voice, not
more than an evil hiss, was not my own. It was like something demonic over
took me.  I had never seen my uncle back away from anyone, until this very
moment.  I actually thought I saw fear in his eyes.  I moved almost cat
like to the edge of the bed, never taking my eyes from his, I stepped down
to the floor.  I could sense Kris raising his hand, and I tensed my back
muscles.  I could feel that he'd stopped moving.  "If you ever want to get
back in my ass again, you'll never hit me again."  My uncle had stopped
backing up, his once huge cock, now seemed shriveled and old.  "I am not
your boy, and if you ever call me a bitch, your bitch or little white bitch
again, your testies will be hanging out your backside.  MY name is Jimmy."
I stood my ground, not flinching, my eyes glued to his.

"Why you ungrateful little slut.  Who the fuck do you think you are to
order ME around."  My uncle's voice now full of anger, he took a step
towards me, and stopped.  I could see his mind working, thoughts racing
through his head.  He'd had a taste of my sweet ass and I knew he wanted
more.  He could have more, but only on my terms.  I was feeling pretty
proud of myself, for standing up to him.  For making him back away, for
making him fear me.  These thoughts, this feeling of power lessening as I
found Kris had come up just behind me.  It wasn't me he feared, it was
Kris.  Feeling a bit dejected, and trying to not show it, I looked at Kris,
his face calm and steady.

"Will you take me home, please," I asked him, trying to keep my voice
steady, my eyes filling with tears.  I turned and stepped back to my bed.

"Sir," I heard Kris speak; "I think it's better if I take jimmy back to my
place for a day or two more.  Maybe there's still too much tension here for
him, for everyone right now.  I'll be back tomorrow to get more done on the
boat house."  There was a long uneasy pause before I heard my uncle speak.

"Perhaps you're correct in that thinking," my uncle said.  Then, clearing
his throat, "Jimmy," he said softly.

"Excuse me sir," Kris cut him short, "I would not advise you get to close
to him."  I turned my head slightly and could see Kris had extended a hand
towards my uncle, who had moved closer to me.

"Hmm, I think you're correct again.  Jimmy.  I didn't mean to hit you, and
I am sorry for that.  I lost my head.  I am also sorry for calling you
names.  I thought you liked it, but I was..."

"Liked it?  LIKED IT." I screamed tears running down my face, why the
fucking hell would anyone want to be called names like that," choking on my
words.  Kris took a step back and even though I tried to push it away,
managed to get his hand on my shoulder, his touch calming me.  I could feel
him in my mind, calming me, I turned my back on my uncle again.

"I didn't know Jimmy," my uncle said.  "If I have hurt you, I am sorry.  I
hope someday you'll understand and forgive me."  I was about to snap again,
but a slight rub from Kris's hand on my shoulder, caught the words in my
throat.  I heard my uncle move towards the door.

"I'll be right back," Kris said softly, his arm hugging my shoulder.  I
nodded my understanding.  I remained as I had been, my tears had stopped,
my mind in turmoil.  I could hear my uncle and Kris talking in the hall.  I
couldn't hear everything, but one thing I did hear was Kris in an angry
tone tell my uncle, 'Jesus Christ, he's a boy, not some cheap old whore you
fuck and throw away.  He needs love, especially right now after the other
night.'  They continued to talk but I couldn't make much out.

I suddenly felt Kris's hand touching my shoulder.  "What do you say we get
outta here," he asked.  I nodded in agreement.  Kris helped me dress, an
then dressed himself.  When we stepped into the hall he suggested I go on
and hop in the truck, that he be right there.  I made my way to his truck,
and realized that he still had tools and things lying where he'd left them.
I quickly picked everything up and had it stowed in the truck, by the time
Kris came out the door.  He stopped and shaking his head at me gave me that
smile that told me everything was going to be ok.

We quickly headed out, Kris telling me he just let my uncle know we were
leaving and that he left a note for my dad, asking him to call.  "I just
want to let him know where you are and that everything is OK."  I snuggled
up against Kris as he drove; his arm around me.  When he'd shift gears, my
head would go under his arm.  I slid forward a bit so I could lift my face
up.  His scent was intoxicating to me.  It wasn't a stinky BO smell, no.
It was a musky scent, one I wanted more of.  Kris took his hand from the
shifter, and curled it around my tummy.  As his pit gently surrounded my
face, I breathed in his essence.  I'd never felt safer that at that very
moment.

We arrived at his place, and he told me to go in and get comfortable, that
he'd put his tools away and then he'd be in.  I didn't listen, and worked
right alongside of him.  When we were finished, Kris knelt in front of me
and held my arms.  "I am very proud of you Jimmy.  The way you stood up to
your uncle was very brave.  I don't know where it came from, but you were
kind of scary there for a bit.  Like there was a monster inside you.  Now
you're here, we're here, and you are safe.  There are no monsters here.  No
one can hurt you here, with me.  Leave the monster back there.  I don't
want you to fell you have to have him here.  All I want is my Jimmy, my
Pooh Bear, Ok?"

I nodded.  "Pooh Bear," I asked?  He was speaking to me like I was a kid, I
actually liked it.  And 'Pooh Bear', well I really liked that too.

"Pooh Bear, you know Whinnie the Pooh?"  Kris said slightly sarcastic.  "I
don't know, the other day when you were sleeping I was just talking to you.
I didn't know if you could hear me or not, but I just liked doing it.  Well
I was rubbing your head and looking at your face, and I just said, hey Pooh
Bear, it's going to be alright.  Well you smiled and snuggled closer to me.
It stuck."

We went into the house and Kris said he wanted to take a shower.  I asked
him if he'd lay with me for a bit before.  His smile was my answer.  We
went to the bedroom and he carefully undressed me of my shoes and shorts,
laying me naked on the bed.  He then striped and slide in next to me,
pulling me on top of his chest.  I immediately buried my head in his pit,
while his arms surrounded me.  I rose up to look at him, "would you fuck
me," I asked.  Kris shook his head saying no.  "Why," I asked, suddenly
feeling rejected.

Kris began to softly stroke my face, "I will not fuck you Pooh, but I will
make love to you."

"What's the difference," I asked, pressing my head to his hand.

With that same smile I knew so well, "Here, let me to show you."


Gently laying me on my back, Kris knelt over me.  Starting at the top of my
head, he began to kiss me.  He slowly worked his way down to my ears, which
he nibbled and licked.  On to my face, which he bathed in kisses, pausing
at my mouth to exchange a passionate kiss.  My neck was next, and he worked
every inch of it, his teeth tenderly biting my flesh.  On down to my chest
and nipples; He slowly sucked and bit, causing them to become erect and
dark brown; The whole time, his hands exploring my frame.  He kissed and
licked down across my tummy and ever licked in my belly button, which
tickled.  He avoided my cock and balls, and worked down frit one and then
the other leg.  He took my feet and kissed them, his tongue running over
them.  I couldn't believe how this was making me hot, I mean these were my
feet.

After a long time on my feet, Kris, lifted my legs and began to kiss and
lick the backs.  When he finally got to my ass, he spent a long time just
of the cheeks, and then finally he spread them and began to work on my
hole.  I reached for my cock, but Kris softly told me no, I had to wait.

He continued to work my hole, his tongue never stabbing in, but slowly
working inside me.  I stroked his soft hair as he ate me.  It felt like
silk in my fingers.  I cannot explain why his hair held me in such
fascination, it just did.

Kris worked his magic on my ass until I was nearing the point of no return.
When he sensed this, he pulled back and lowering my legs, began kissing his
was back up, again avoiding my cock and balls, until his lips met mine.
His tongue parted my lips and began twisting and writhing against mine.  I
was lost in pleasure.  Kris's arms around me, his lips upon mine, my
fingers tangled in his angle like hair.  I was nearly limp in body as we
continued to kiss, my cock ground into his firm abs, while his throbbed and
caressed the crack of my ass.

"Pooh Bear, I need you so much," Kris moaned as we kissed.  "I'm going to
make love to you all night Pooh.  Will you let me do that?  Let me take you
higher than ever before?"

"Yes," I moaned, "do to me whatever you want."

Kris positioned me on my side, him behind me, my top leg up on top of his,
his lower arm under me, coming up where his hand pressed to my chest.  His
other hand firmly holding his cock, he pressed his cock into my crack.  He
was already lubed, when and how I don't know.  Kris pressed his cock to my
hole, a deep moan escaping my lips.  Ever so gently, his cock head slipped
in.  With a second gentile push, over half of his throbbing cock entered
me.  Another moan escaped my lips.

"Doing OK, pooh," Kris whispered, his lips pressed to my head.  My hands
caressed his body behind me as my answer.  With one final gentile push, hic
cock buried itself fully in my ass.  Kris brought his other hand to press
against my tummy, holding me to him, as his hips began to rock his cock
back and forth in my ass, his motion slow and firm, but still gentile and
loving.  My body was a tingle as Kris made love to me, our bodies melting
into one.

I lost all concept of time, I could only concentrate on the pleasures I was
receiving.  Kris lowered his hand to my cock, and at his mere touch, I
came.  Kris rolling back with my body on his, my cum arching over my head
as if in slow motion, landing I know not where.  My cum lasted forever, I
did not think it would ever stop.  Kris's cock started to make long
thrusts, pulling out almost fully then sinking back deep.  My hands were on
his hips, his mouth kissing and licking my head.  With one final full deep
thrust, Kris's cock exploded in my ass, his hot cum filling my young hole.
His cock firmly seated in me, throbbing as his cum emptied from his sac.

When his cock began to soften, he pulled it from me and let it rest against
my balls.  "That's how you make love, Pooh."  Kris said panting.  When I
didn't answer, He stroked my chest, "Pooh Bear?  You ok?"

I sighed; "I don't ever want to get fucked again, OK?  I want us to always
make love."  I rolled over and nuzzled my face against his sweaty smooth
chest.  I held him as best I could, closing my eyes, not wanting this
feeling to ever go away.  "I, ah... I love you, Kris," my voice trailing
off. I felt his lips kiss my head one last time, as sleep wrapped it warm
fingers around my very soul.

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Peace, Jimmy