Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2013 23:37:24 -0600
From: Kevin Turnbow <kebo_t@outlook.com>
Subject: Uncle Fuzzy 2 gay incest

Uncle Fuzzy 2

Most of my sex education came from an attic at my great-grandmother's house
and carried out in many of the rooms, sheds, and even behind some of the
huge trees on her property.  Getting to see my Uncle Fuzzy after many years
brought back many memories and feelings.

In the first chapter, I wrote about treating Fuzzy to some butt rubbing.  I
wasn't sure about what was going to happen.  Well, I really didn't know
what would happen.  I knew the older boys talked a lot about rubbing dicks.
When I tried it on my old, my arm just got tired.  I still did plenty with
my dick, making a puppet out of it, sliding on the carpet, sticking it
between my legs to look like a girl, and trying to be creative with my pee.
I'm sure all the things that all boys do.

Over the next few years, each holiday gathering included a plan to get on
Fuzzy's lap.  Fuzzy thought I was such a good boy for doing that for him.
I think now that he might have thought I understood a little more than I
did.  I just knew that he enjoyed it, I knew it was sexual, and I knew I
liked the fingers that he would run up the legs of my underwear or shorts
and play with my balls.  We got really good at doing it where others
wouldn't notice, at least no adults noticed.  The other boys would sit
where they could see and that usually also helped hide what was going on.
The more times I did it, more boys did it or something similar over the
years.

The other boys and I really enjoyed watching what was going on between
Fuzzy and one of the older boys.  We were laughing a little too loud and
enjoying it a little too much.  They almost got caught a couple of times.
While we didn't get to see any naked junk, they each had their hands up
each other's shorts.  And we could see the rise of hands in the shorts.  I
knew there was a thing called jacking off but this was the first
demonstration I had witnessed.  We would learn much more about it that
night once all the boys were gathered back in the attic.

I had a bit of a crush on the boy too.  I just thought he was so cool.  He
was older, played football, ran track, and would tell us dirty jokes, some
of which I actually understood.  I was watching his face and his crotch.  I
saw his eyes close, then he was really shutting them hard and a grimace on
his face.  His mouth came open, I expected a scream.  Then his back arched
and he started coming out of his chair.  Fuzzy smiled and looked at him.
His body reacted each time he shot.  The boy pulled his hand away from
Fuzzy and with both hands, grabbed Fuzzy's hand to make him stop.

Fuzzy then removed his hand and stuck it down the front of his shorts.
Quick short jerks were making his shorts flutter.  Then Fuzzy took the
boy's hand and slid it inside of his shorts leg.  I heard him tell the boy
to squeeze his balls.

Then Fuzzy was jerking around.  An obvious wet spot was growing in his
shorts.  A few grunts and moans and Fuzzy almost collapsed in chair.  The
boy pulled his hand out and I saw the white and clear wet strings of cum on
his hand.  First time I had seen that!

Not to repeat the first part of this story but I didn't know what was going
on completely.  My sex education was mainly acquired in the attic where all
the boys slept.  I was years before puberty would finally find me.  I used
to spend as much of the summer outside and in a swim suit so I was very tan
all over except for under that suit.  I was as white as can be.  My balls
were in a little pink pouch.  I could dance naked or jump up and down and
nothing would swing or jiggle.  Not even my little nub of a dick.  With the
early education I got from the older family boys, I was aware of my dick. I
didn't expose it often but my cousins all got to see it on the holidays.
Even if we didn't show in the attic, when it was our turn to bathe, they
stuffed us in the shower.  They usually just threw the soap in and let it
work its way down.  I would get a stiffy just thinking about showers, but
at that time, you just couldn't tell I had one.

I didn't know much about stiffies but when I got one, my hand was on it, a
lot.  I knew I was doing something good for Fuzzy when I was scooting back
and forth on his lap.  It felt weird and good on my butt but I didn't know
how good Fuzzy was feeling.

It was a few more years that I was Uncle Fuzzy's Good Boy.  He would sit in
a chair, behind most of the activity, and he would look for me.  One year,
I had plans to go over there but I was having fun with a cousin and I was
just waiting for that to end and then I'd go to Fuzzy.  His patience was
running out.  I heard him call me and ask me to get him a plate of cookies.
I smiled so big when he called me a good boy for bringing him the cookies.
He reached between my legs and picked me up, mostly by my balls, and sat me
on his lap.  He whispered to me, asking me if I wanted to be a good boy,
again.  His hand was rubbing my stiffy through my underwear.  I was content
with that.  But Fuzzy eventually got me to be the squirming good boy.
There was no question when Uncle Fuzzy climaxed.  At least he let his hand
continue to rub on my stiffy.

Yes, on those family nights at great-grandmother's, the boys would wear our
undies or PJs.  The girls and adults would were PJs or robes. And boys with
pubic hair usually would add PJs or gym shorts.

The summer I was 14, puberty kicked in big time!  I think you could hear my
pubes growing and each time I got a stiffy, my dick got a little longer.
Soon, I was getting boners, instead of stiffies.  Oh, and I loved standing
in front of a mirror and dancing or moving my hips just to watch my dick
and balls swing around.  My dad even caught me once.  He just told me not
to do it too hard, that I might hurt myself.  While I had hair down there,
and a long dick, I still had not jacked off.  Wet dreams, yes, but I just
accused others for squirting something in my undies when I slept.

That Christmas at Great-Grandmother's, I still didn't wear shorts or PJs.
I just didn't think I was one of the older boys.  I was wearing
tighty-whities that were way too tight.  I was growing so fast that my
clothes, mostly my pants and undies couldn't keep up.  Those days, I would
have lines on my body where the undies dug in.  That kinda changed, two
days after Christmas, when another uncle gave me a late Christmas present
of 9 pairs of larger undies.  That got my dad and him into a little fight,
no physical fighting.

Uncle Fuzzy was a little bit later than he normally was.  I waited in the
little room near where he would sit. I just wanted to make sure I could get
to him.  He had come in and sat where he normally does.  I didn't notice
him come in.  I was busy with my cousins, those about my age and about at
the same point of development.  I was thinking that Fuzzy just may not make
it and then I got involved with the talk of the boys in that room. Then
Fuzzy showed up, he came into the room and he said hi to all the boys.  Not
all of them had been good boys with him but they all knew what was going on
and they all liked him for many other reasons.

When he got to me, he was so surprised at how big I had gotten.  His eyes
stuck on the bulge in my undies.  I was proud that I actually had a bulge!
And he mentioned the bulge and my equipment no less than 3 times as we
stood there.  He even reached out and touched the underside of my balls.  I
jumped back, more out of surprise but it made Fuzzy stop.  He asked me if I
was still a good boy.  I told him that I was planning on it.  He said that
my uncle Jim, who had been one of the boys in the attic just 3 years
before, had taken his normal seat.  So he told me that we should just sit
there in that room, more out of the way, and not nearly as many people
could see.

People who couldn't see didn't include the five other boys there. As Fuzzy
sat in a chair, they all found a place to sit where they could watch.  I
stood next to Fuzzy and he was rubbing my butt as he got comfortable and
adjusted.  I could see the outline of his boner and I knew which way I was
going to squirm.  I got on his lap.  Before I started moving, we just
talked a little.  Then he told me to lean up, and he pulled my underwear
down, just a bit.  Just enough that he could slide a finger through the leg
opening and rub on me.

I squirmed, but then when Fuzzy's dick was lined up with my butt crack, my
motion turned more into a hump, keeping his dick lined up with his dick.
The rhythmic motion helped me focus on his fingers on me.  I liked fingers
on me.  It had been happening the last few days.  Only two of us would fit
into the shower at the same time, but I had cousins checking me out.

I was getting a great feeling building my balls. I was almost mesmerized by
the tickling of my balls.  I opened my eyes and saw all the boys watching
us. Every one of them had their hands on or in their undies.  It was the
first time that I actually felt Fuzzy cum.  I mean that I felt the cum
shoot through his dick and hit the front of his pants.  I was close to
something, it would have been my first ever cum but Fuzzy grabbed me
tightly and hugged me so that I couldn't move.

While I was growing anxious, Fuzzy just wanted to hold me and recover.  I
saw others stroking their own. I couldn't even reach mine, if I had even
known what to do.  Time moved so slowly the rest of the night.  I moved to
a chair and just sat.  Little by little the fire in my loin subsided.  And
finally, the boys were allowed to go to the attic.  Most of the time, that
meant the little ones would go up and try to sleep and the older boys were
eventually join them.  When I went up, other followed me.

I hadn't noticed, actually, I was aware that I was a little wet, but the
front of my undies was soaked in precum.  By then, I knew cum existed, but
never made any.  But I didn't know about precum.  Normally, I think I would
have been embarrassed by letting others see precum in my undies.  It was
bad enough when I had a racing strip in the back that was seen, another
story for another time.  It got five of us talking about it.  I got a
lesson in precum.  And a much bigger lesson.

We talked about precum, and then cum, and how each was made.  And one, then
two of the others said they had to jack off.  And they were horny enough
that they weren't going to hide.  When a third said he would do it if we
all did it. "It" wasn't completely clear to me.  I told them to call me
stupid but I didn't know what they were talking about.  All of a sudden, as
they explained and demonstrated, the terms like jacking off, jerking,
wanking, beating off, etc, all made sense.

We made sure than none of the little boys were where they could see.  Well,
we did let one of the cool little boys stay and watch.  That is at least
one other story, for another time.  Undies came off, and hands were
touching or flipping dicks.  One had heavy pubes.  They were light brown,
almost red, almost like Fuzzy belly and chest hairs.  The other had only a
little bit of pubes.  While some were thick above their dicks, they had no
other pubes on balls, not even happy trails at that time.  At the 4th of
July the next year, there was a picture taken of the five of us, with some
of the best happy trails leading into our swim suits.

Boned up, we were all very close to the same size.  I wouldn't have
objected to measuring, I just wanted to know where I stood.  But we didn't
wait around for that.  I didn't really get much teaching, I picked up what
I needed to know from watching.  We gathered on the sleeping bags in the
side of the room.  One boy had run and grabbed a TMNT Tee shirt (Mutant
ninja turtles) and he laid it out and we formed a circle around it on our
knees.  I was thinking that the turtles didn't really do that much for
making me bone up.  I just didn't say anything.  And then we were on.
Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, giggles to start with, statements like "I
can't believe we are doing this" as we went along, and then a few moans and
grunts.

One boy started pounding his dick.  With a growl, I watched as cum shot out
of his dick.  Not once, or twice, not even 5 times but 6 white ropes of cum
shot out and landed mostly on the turtle shirt but some on me.  I just
looked down and saw the boy next to me scrap it off my leg.  The boy who
cumed just continued to pull on his dick, slowly and gently and he couldn't
quit looking.  It wasn't all that long and the boys on either side of me
started cuming just seconds apart.  Oh and now, I was really smelling it.
It was a very familiar scent.  They even wiped the tips of their dicks on
the shirt.

I didn't think I was doing something right.  I even asked if I was. I was
told I had to go with it, not stop.  I didn't think I had stopped.  But the
boy who cumed first told me that I had been close, that my balls went up.
I had no idea where my balls were heading but I didn't remember them rising
in front of me.  They all laughed a little and the boy reached under my
balls and lifted and explained that when a boy cums, his balls suck up and
he had seen mine almost there.

I thought about it for about 3 seconds when I realized that I had indeed
been close, I just slowed jacking enough to relieve that pressure.  The
other boy who hadn't cum, said he wasn't going to cum before me.  Then I
was set to try.  I went hard and then I felt it. I didn't slow down at all.
I was grunting and then growling.  And it was as if my knees and hips just
lost all ability to hold my body upright.  And I was cuming!  I had my eyes
closed at first, then I had to look and out the tip of my dick, was a long
white rope of cum.  And another hit me before I could say anything.  I
looked up and saw faces that looked like they were very happy for me.  When
I looked at the boy who hadn't cum, his face was all screwed up and looked
in pain.  Then I felt hot cum hit my hand, and then my belly right about my
pubes.  He was cuming just as I was finishing.

I was now officially one of the big boys.

One of the boys removed the turtle Tee and folded it and threw it to the
other part of the attic.  A couple of days later the owner would complain
that somebody glued his Tee together.

I got up the next morning when I first opened my eyes.  I saw that one of
the other boys had his eyes open too.  I asked him if he wanted to take a
shower and "do that again".  He wanted to.  We did.  It was still an
amazing feeling. I rarely showered from then on without jacking off.

Other than this year when Fuzzy reappeared at the family gathering, that
was his last year.  The next year, I went with all sorts of ideas what
Fuzzy and I were going to do.  The education in the attic was cranked up
more than ever.


There are stories just from that, if anybody is enjoying my story enough
that they want me to continue.  At least, thank you for letting me submit
this.  I had to express myself, at least in the first chapter.


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