Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2008 09:48:10 +0000 (GMT) From: Jack Metin Subject: What's this, Uncle Jack? "What's this, Uncle Jack?" Part One OMG, I thought, how stupid of me to leave it lying around. What do you tell a young kid who is holding up your favorite toy, you prostate stimulator? "Oh, it's, erm, it's not for little boys, Timmy. Here, give it to me." "Yes, but what is it? What does it do? It's ever such a funny shape, Uncle Jack!" I guess it does look odd to a young kid's eyes. About the size of a chipolata, curved, with one end slightly bulbous -- the "business" end that massages your prostate -- a curious protrusion half way along which stimulates the "taint" area between anal spincter and scrotum (""taint ass and taint balls"), and a curled handle which enables you to insert and remove the toy. "It's for medical use, Timmy." The little imp put the bulbous end in his mouth. "I see, it's like for polishing your teeth, is that it, Uncle Jack?" The thought leapt into my mind that my little nephew had the perfect mouth for wrapping round an erect penis. And that thought, combined with the sight of him sucking on my prostate massager, caused my cock to stir in my pants. Oh god, I thought, I shall have an erection if this goes on! I reached over and took my toy from him. He looked disappointed. "No, it's not for polishing teeth." "What is it for, then?" he persisted. You know how curious kids are, and how tenacious in not letting go until they have an answer that satisfies them. The hell with it, tell him the truth, he won't have a clue what you're talking about anyway. "It's for massaging inside your bum, Timmy." He looked at the toy, which I had laid on the table beside me. He pointed to the bulbous end. "Is that the end you put in your bum, Uncle Jack?" I nodded. My cock was growing bigger and harder by the second. "Why? What does it do?" "It's like a massager, it makes you feel better inside your, erm, back passage." "Feel better? How feel better? Is your bum ill, Uncle Jack?" I tried to control my breathing now. This whole conversation was turning me on. "No, I'm fine. It's just that using this makes me feel good." "Can I try it, Uncle Jack?" The image of my hard cock sliding between the pale twin globes of his bottom and pushing into his little boipussy caused my cock to spring into full erection, pushing hard against the folds of the dressing gown that covered it. Underneath, pajama bottoms with a fly, so all I needed to do was pull back the folds and my cock could spring free.......... "Not right now, Timmy. When you are older and it will fit inside you better, ok?" The movement of my twitching cock caught his eye. He looked up at me and grinned in that knowing way that precocious kids have. My cock twitched again. It was unmistakeable. "Have you got a stiffy, Uncle Jack?" And he giggled. And his grin grew wider. And he looked straight at my crotch. And he reached forward and pulled open my dressing gown. And he gasped. "Wow!" he exclaimed in an awed whisper. I reached for the folds of my dressing gown. "No, please, Uncle Jack! Don't cover it up! I like it!" When I spoke, my voice was constricted. I was getting horny and when I get horny, I have to do something about it. I would jack off in church if I needed relief. Hell, I will probably be masturbating in my coffin on the way to my grave. I sure hope so! So, instead of covering up as I should have done, I spread my legs to give my little admirer a better view, holding my cock at the base and squeezing slightly to make sure it was really stiff. "Wow," he whispered again, "It's big, isn't it, Uncle Jack? Mine is so little...." His voice trailed away. "Show me," I said. To this day, I don't know what possessed me to say that. I had crossed over some kind of taboo, a barrier that until that moment I had never breached, except in my fantasies, which were filled with images of naked boys and the wonderful things a man can do with them. "Show me," I repeated. He shucked off his shorts, revealing that he was naked underneath, and imitated me by holding his little penis at the base between thumb and forefinger. It was flaccid, limp, just crying out to be sucked between my lips. Will power was never my strong point, but I resisted the temptation. "See, it's only little...." He paused, then went on "....but it get's bigger when I get a stiffy." "Show me," I said again, quietly My voice calm and steady but I was feeling anything but calm and steady inside. Instinctively, I began to stroke my cock as I watched my nephew. "Show you what, Uncle Jack?" "Show me how your stiffy. Stroke your penis as I am doing and you will get a nice hard stiffy!" He blushed. "But that's dirty, Uncle Jack. Mom says boys shouldn't play with their willies." Damn mothers and their stupid ignorant prejudices! "Do it, Timmy. It's a GOOD thing to do, believe me, moms don't understand because they don't have penises. WE know how good it is, though, don't we, Timmy?" I was guessing by the way he was holding his cock that he had "played with" it many times, despite his mother's prohibition. He nodded. "OK, Uncle Jack. This is fun! I like we are doing it together." He paused again, waiting for another thought to ripen in his fertile little mind. "Would you do it for me, Uncle Jack?" "Do what?" "Make me stiff." And before I could reply, he had climbed on to my knee. I loved the feel of his naked butt on my naked thigh. "Please, Uncle Jack!" What man could resist the pleading look in his young eyes. I released my grip on my own cock and reached across to take Timmy's delicious young penis between thumb and forefinger. And proceeded to manipulate it, working on it to give him the erection he so clearly wanted. And then, without invitation or permission, he reached for my cock and wrapped his little fingers round it, taking over the stroking that I had been giving it. "Wow," he said for the third time, "I LIKE your cock, Uncle Jack!" "And I like yours, Timmy. Your cock is beautiful." And so we continued, uncle and nephew, enjoying a wonderful session of mutual masturbation. There is no way to describe how it felt having a young boy's fingers wrapped lovingly round the shaft of my cock, how he stroked inexpertly but with great dedication, exploring it from base to tip, and all the while, wriggling with pleasure as I brought him to erection and jacked him off with all the skill I had to make him feel good. I glanced at my prostate massager lying white and inert on the table. What if I introduced my little nephew now to the pleasures of anal penetration? A moment like this might never come again. Should I? Should I? To be continued. Comments to groperjack@yahoo.com or visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ganymedebeauty/