Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2009 10:11:39 -0700 From: Rick Glasson Subject: Uncle William and Uncle Paul - 2 In the same model as my last story, this is a work of fiction building on a real incident from my youth. Names have been changed, and everything past a certain point is completely made up, but the basic details of the situation are real. In this instance, I did in fact see my uncle in the state described. Everything past that point is the fiction/fantasy that these days I wish had been the reality. A sexual encounter involving an underage boy follows. Please don't read any further if you're not of legal age or it's otherwise not legal for you to do so. Copyright is mine, please don't copy, re-publish or otherwise make use of it except for the purpose it's intended to fulfill :-) **************** In the few weeks immediately following my uncles' visit, I took every opportunity to be alone and drop my trousers or shorts to explore and play with my willy, as if I'd only just discovered it. As indeed, as a source of pleasurable sensations, I had. I found that the memory of that morning encounter was sufficient to trigger an immediate stiffening, and I practiced the back and forth jerking motion that both men had employed immediately before 'coming', finding the feelings very nice, but not yet experiencing anything like the explosive results they had achieved. I examined myself in as much detail as angles and my mother's hand mirror allowed, comparing the proportions of my willy and scrotum with my memories of each of the uncles'. I held on to their promise that I would see them soon, anticipating more fun like that of their last visit, but with no clear idea of when that might be. Their visits were usually associated with rugby matches, and I had no idea of their match schedule. It was around five or six weeks after that last visit, just before the start of the school Easter holiday, that my dad came into the living room one afternoon having been on the phone. "We've got room for William and Paul to stay at the weekend haven't we?" he asked my mum, who nodded her confirmation. "Is there another match so soon?" she asked. "No - they've just decided they fancy a couple of days away. Alice [Uncle William's wife] is taking the kids to see her mother for a couple of days so he decided to have a run out himself and he suggested to Paul they both come over here and get out on the moors." And so I learned that my two new favourite uncles were coming to visit without any really good reason. I secretly wondered if the real reason was to make good on their promise to show me more things we could all do together. Friday was the last day at school for two weeks, and when I got home I saw Uncle William's car already parked outside. They must have set off quite early. I ran inside to find them both in the kitchen talking to mum, who was telling them that my dad was going to have to work over the weekend; definitely the Saturday and maybe the Sunday, but that he'd be around in the evenings. She broke off as I came in and politely greeted my uncles. "Go wash your hands and we'll have tea" she told me. I ran upstairs, eager to comply, and when I came out of the bathroom, Uncle William was waiting to go in. "How are you doing, kiddo?" he asked, crouching beside me. "I'm very well thank you Uncle William" I said, slightly formally. Grinning and glancing quickly back to the stairs, he reached out and pulled me towards him for a hug. As I moved to put my arms around him he took one of my hands and moved it to the front of his trousers, where I could feel the outline of a hard shape. "You up for some more fun this weekend then? I've been working on your Uncle Paul ever since we left last time to come back up and visit you. He was a bit uncertain, so if you really do want to, you'll have to make sure he knows you're keen." I squeezed his solid cock as I replied, making him groan very slightly. "Definitely! It was fun, and you promised you'd show me more things that we could do, so I'll make sure he knows I've been looking forward to you coming back." "Good lad. Now let go of me - I'll never be able to piss with this on." I let go and stepped aside so he could go into the bathroom while I went to my room to change out of my school uniform. My own willy was hard again, and I kept playing with it as I changed. It was only as I turned back to the open door to go back downstairs that I realised my Uncle was standing in the doorway, watching me and again squeezing on the hard shape at the front of his trousers. "You're a menace" he told me. "I've been horny all day and all night since I got back from our last visit. Your Auntie Alice has never been rogered so hard or so much. And it's all because I can't get you out of my head. Then I see you pulling on your cock... jesus! We've got to get downstairs. Go ahead and distract your mum so I can sit down without her seeing me in this state." I ran down ahead of him and into the kitchen, where I held my mother up with random chatter about my day at school until I heard both my uncles seat themselves at the dining table, then helped her take the tea things through. I sat next to Uncle Paul, and made a point touching him as frequently as I could, such as by of resting my hand on his thigh whenever I got up to bring things through at mum's request. The first time he jumped slightly, but eventually he calmed down, going so far as to push his leg against mine at one point. After tea, while mum got herself ready for the evening session behind the bar, my uncles and I played in the yard with a bat and ball until my dad got home and suggested they came in for a drink. After that I was left to my own devices until mum came through at my bedtime to send me upstairs. I was disappointed not to have had more time with our visitors, but dutifully went up and changed, cleaned my teeth and got into bed. I'd been asleep for a while when I was woken by my door being opened. Blearily I registered Uncle William come in and crouch down by the bed. His slightly beery breath blew warm against my face as he whispered. "Gotta be quick, your dad's helping your mum close up and they'll be up soon. Do you want to come out with Paul and I tomorrow?" "Yes please" I relied eagerly. "Okay, well don't say anything until we ask. I'm going to leave it until after your dad's gone out to suggest it. Bloody handy him working." I wasn't sure what he meant, but agreed that I'd wait. He leaned in to kiss me on the forehead and slipped a hand under the covers and squeezed my willy through the fabric of my pyjamas. He felt it stir, then stood up, letting go as he did so. "That's the lad. See you in the morning." He left the room, leaving me tingling with anticipation, and playing with myself until I dozed back to sleep. On Saturday morning I woke early and went downstairs to find my dad already preparing to go to work. We exchanged a few words, with him apologising for missing the first day of my break, and asking me to tell his brothers he would see them later. Not long after he had left, my mother then uncle appeared, and we began getting ready for the day. It was as I left the breakfast table to go and get dressed that Uncle William said to my mother; "Tell you what, why don't we take Rich out with us for the day? It'll do him good to get out in the fresh air, and he won't be under your feet. We'll be back this evening so he won't be out too late. What do you think?" he finished, turning to me and winking so my mum couldn't see. She looked at me. "That'd be great, Uncle William. I can show you where we went on our school trip last year. Can I mum? My mother, who usually ended up taking me on her weekend errands, needed no persuasion, and twenty minutes later the three of us were driving off in Uncle William's car. I sat in the back, with the window wound all the way down, watching as we left the town and headed out into the country. Once we reached the moors, we drove around looking at the scenery and looking for a good place to start a walk. We ended up pulling up in a parking area near the reservoir which I had visited with my school, and set off to explore. We walked around the edge of the water, watching boats skimming across the surface, and heading towards the side furthest from the road and the busy paths. On the far side, a relatively thick stretch of trees made passage harder, and so fewer people went there. We, it seemed, were not going to be deterred, as Uncle William led us in that direction almost from the moment he saw the woodland. We plunged into the trees and undergrowth, quickly leaving what little path there was, until he found a small space between the trees large enough for us to walk around in. He stopped and leaned against one of the trees. "This seems pretty private. What do you think?" he asked Uncle Paul. His brother looked around, slightly nervously. "Are we really going to do stuff?" he asked? "Yes" said Uncle William determinedly. "Look, we've talked about it for a month now - I know you're worried, but you also said you were getting the horn thinking about it as much as I was. And Rich wants to play, don't you?" I responded with great enthusiasm, not having to feign in the slightest. "The thing you need to understand Rich" said the older man, "is that when we were kids, all us lads played together like we played with you the other week, but we mostly didn't play with older blokes. It's just something that brothers do, but since you haven't got any, I think you still deserve to have a bit of cock fun while you're learning what to do with yours. Paul's a bit unsure, so you need to keep letting him know that you're happy with anything we do, and if we do anything you don't like, just say, and we'll stop right away. And you really mustn't ever tell anyone. Okay?" The question seemed directed at both me and his brother, and it was only after my own vigorous nod that Uncle Paul gave his own affirmation. "Thank Christ that's settled, I've been gasping to get my knob out since we left the car!" And with that, taking one more quick look around to confirm that we were hidden from the outside world, he quickly unfastened his belt and trousers, pushing them down to his ankles, and leaning against the tree again as he kneaded the bulge growing in his underpants. He asked me to take my outer clothes off, hanging them on handy branches, then invited me to come and stand in front of him. I did so, leaving my own underpants on. Uncle Paul, meanwhile, relaxing at last, took off his coats and laid it on the ground beside us, untucking his own t-shirt and pulling down the tracksuit bottoms he was wearing to reveal a jockstrap underneath. I'd never seen one before, but filed away its examination for later. Uncle William began his instruction for me. "Just reach over and play with my willy through my pants. See how it feels." I did so, putting both hands on it and feeling its length twitch under them. I grasped it with the fabric, making it harden and lengthen even as my own followed suit in its own little way. I'd been intrigued by Uncle William's balls last time too, and moved one hand to feel the large round mound beneath the penis. Uncle William leaned his head back on the tree even as he thrust his groin forward. "Keep doing that" he instructed, and I complied; grasping the length with one hand, cupping the weight with the other. Uncle Paul had shuffled up behind me and reached across to push his hand under his brother's shirt, pushing the fabric up to allow him access to the nipples which, to my surprise, seemed to be stiffening too under his attention. Uncle Paul's own barely covered and clearly straining willy was alongside my head and I turned to look at it pushing against the unusual underwear. Uncle William reached down and pulled his underpants down, moving my hands briefly as he freed his long and fully rigid organ, the heavy balls falling to dangle below, and his impressive bush revealed to my eager eyes. I returned to my task, this time pulling the shaft backwards and forwards so that the skin again slid backwards and forwards over the head. As I pushed, it would fully uncover the head briefly. "Why are your willies different?" I asked. Uncle Paul responded even as he used one hand to massage his own impressive bulge while maintaining his attention on a nipple. "I had to have an operation on mine when I was younger than you. I was having trouble with it so they had to cut the bit of skin off the end. Your Uncle William's is natural like yours, but he likes it skinned back, don't you? More sensitive that way." Uncle William nodded and reached across to the heavy bugle of his brother's own willy and balls cupping it and hefting its weight, and rubbing a thumb across where the head was clearly outlined. He teased at it for maybe thirty seconds and then tucked his fingers under one side of the cloth, pushing it aside and allowing the full thick length of it to flop against his hand. He quickly wrapped his hand around it from underneath, reminding me how very thick it was as it rested against his wrist. "You don't get many of those to the pound, eh? Take a good look Rich, you're not going to see a lot of cocks that thick." He tugged on it firmly, bringing his brother closer like a dog on a lead. "He was always the big one. None of us could get a decent mouthful even when he was your age. Took after our dad on that front." My head filled with images of my dad's brothers (and my dad?) playing together like this when they were kids. I had a million questions that I was planning on asking at the first opportunity. He brought the head close to my lips. "See how much you can manage" he told me. Leaving off from the attention I was paying his own, I turned my attention to Uncle Paul's cock - I was learning mentally to substitute the word for the 'willy' I usually used - and placed myself right in front of it, adjusting my height to match it. I reached up with one hand and took it in my hand. I was small for my age anyway, but even Uncle William's adult hand had only just managed to fully encompass it. Still, I held it as best I could and steered it towards my mouth. The exposed head, as I'd registered before, had an odd textured look that I found very intriguing, and even as it came near my face I saw a single drop of clear liquid well up from the slit at the end. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and felt the warm stickiness burst on my tongue. The slightly salty taste was as I recalled it from their last visit, and I spread the fluid over the head as I licked around it. I moved my mouth onto it, opening as wide as I could and pressing my lips around as much of the head as I could fit. I managed maybe half of its thick bell, and set to flicking my tongue around over that covered part while pulling the body back and forth. More of the slick liquid merged with my spit. "Suck on it too" whispered Uncle Paul, and I began to do so, looking up and watching him starting to pull on his own nipple. I applied as much suction as I could, instinctively trying to keep my teeth off it, and twisting my head slightly one way and the other, constantly trying to get even a little bit more inside. I gagged once or twice and had to pull my head back before trying again. Uncle Paul pulled harder and harder on the nipple and began moving his hips backwards and forwards, humping my face. I felt Uncle William kneeling beside me, and to my surprise found his face alongside mine, licking the exposed knob and down the length of the shaft. Uncle Paul groaned in pleasure, grabbing the older man by the hair and pushing his face into the base of his cock and down towards his balls, which were soon being licked and sucked on too. At the same time I began pulling my own willy through the hole in the front of my pants, aware that Uncle William was again tugging on his own too. "You need to stop if you want me to last more than another minute." gasped Uncle Paul. Uncle William pulled back, grinning. "Well let's call this first one a quicky, then you can take more time over the next one. Rich, you take over here." We swapped the focuses of our attention, and I found myself with my face in Uncle Paul's hairy bush, inhaling his scent and licking on his heavy balls through the coarse bag of skin. The texture was even odder than that of his cock head and I did my best to lick and suck on one of his balls the way Uncle William had been. From the corner of my eye I continued to watch Uncle William, determined to learn how to do all these things as well as I could. He was able to get the whole thick head in his mouth and was able to suck on it hard. As he grasped the shaft I saw it becoming even harder and he worked it while sucking on the knob. I was surprised, after maybe thirty seconds of this attention, to feel Uncle Paul's balls tighten up towards his cock, making it harder to suck on them. At the same time his thrusting became a little more urgent, and he pulled his older brother's head harder onto his cock. Uncle William looked like he needed to gag himself, but stuck to his task long enough for Uncle Paul to give a yell of pleasure. His cock began to pulse against my exploring face, and I imagined his cum shooting up it and into Uncle William's still sucking mouth. I felt three or four pulses before he sagged slightly against a tree and let go of Uncle William's head. Gasping slightly for breath, Uncle William turned to me and pulled me towards him, kissing me open-mouthed and with his tongue spreading what remained of the salty load in my mouth. Uncle Paul, his still slightly hard cock in his hand, was the first to speak. "Holy...! That was incredible. I'm horny enough I think I could go again right away." Uncle William looked up at him with a grin. "Oh no you don't. It's my turn next." ************* More to come. Please let me know what you think. My first effort is in the Adult/Youth section, entitled "Making David Feel Better" if you'd like to check it out.