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I’ve been having sex with my uncle since I was twelve years old. Most boys my age are too busy playing with toy cars or watching cartoons to get laid. I guess that just makes me one of the lucky ones. I love sex; everything about it intrigues and excites me: the sounds, the smells, and the look of pure happiness in a man’s eyes while I fuck his brains out. Knowing that someone wants me so bad is the biggest rush I’ve ever experienced, and I never would have found out about it if it wasn’t for my Uncle Geoff.
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I’ve been having sex with my uncle since I was twelve years old. Most boys my age are too busy playing with toy cars or watching cartoons to get laid. I guess that just makes me one of the lucky ones. I love sex; everything about it intrigues and excites me: the sounds, the smells, and the look of pure happiness in a man’s eyes while I fuck his brains out. Knowing that someone wants me so bad is the biggest rush I’ve ever experienced, and I never would have found out about it if it wasn’t for my Uncle Geoff.
I’d lived with my Uncle Geoff since I was eight. My parents died in a car wreck, and since I was his nephew and he had no children of his own, Uncle Geoff took me in and raised me like I was his son. He was always there for me; he’d play catch with me, read me bedtime stories and chase the monsters out from under my bed. I loved him dearly. We lived in a little farmhouse about 20 miles from the nearest town. The house only had one bedroom and no air conditioning, so Uncle Geoff and I had to sleep naked in the same bed, but we didn’t mind. Some of my fondest memories are of me lying on his furry chest and holding him like a teddy bear, our naked bodies rubbing together. He’d laugh, wrap his big, strong arms around me and give me a big kiss goodnight and then we’d lie there like that until we fell asleep.
As I grew older, however, things started to change. Men in my family hit puberty fairly early, so when my balls dropped at ten, I wasn’t surprised. What did surprise me were the intense wet dreams I started having about Uncle Geoff. Some of them were kind of silly, like my uncle washing a car wearing nothing but a thong and a smile; some of them were surprisingly realistic, like the one where I’m lying in bed, pretending to sleep, while he masturbates and fondles my cock and asshole. My all time favorite, however, is perhaps the silliest and most appealing one of all. In this dream, my uncle and I are football players on an unnamed team. We had just scored the winning touchdown and as the other players and fans run off to celebrate, I hang back to congratulate my uncle on a job well done. He pats me on the back and thanks me for helping him score; he’d say that he couldn’t have done it without me, that we won because we persevered as a team, and that he was honored to be my teammate. I’d blurt out that I love him, that I’d always loved him, more than anyone else on this earth. He’d smile, pick me up in his strong arms and tell me that he loved me too, but he was afraid to tell me because I thought I didn’t feel the same. He’d say that I made him feel like the happiest man in the world and that he would love me until the day he died. Then he’d kiss me passionately, his hands fondling my virgin asshole. I would groan in ecstasy and beg him to fuck me, fuck me hard! A sly smile would cross his face, and he’d take my throbbing cock in his hand and milk it like a cow’s teat. My cries of lust would spur him on, until he’d rip off our uniforms and take me, right there on the football field. I had this dream the most often, and I would always wake up in a puddle of cum with a throbbing boner that wouldn’t go away until I’d rubbed one out.
After a few weeks, I finally decided to tell him about all of this. He’d always raised me to believe that love in all its forms was perfectly natural and that we, as sexual beings, should explore our desires instead of shying away from them. So I waited for a few days, partly for the opportunity to arise and partly because I was afraid of how he might react. I guess I was also worried he might me mad at me or ashamed of me for having these feelings for him. Finally, one evening, Uncle Geoff and I were sitting on the couch when I decided to tell him everything. “Uncle Geoff,” I asked, nervously, “can I ask you something?” “Of course, buddy.” he answered warily, “Why, is something wrong?”
“Maybe, I don’t know. It’s just that, ever since I turned ten, I’ve been having these weird dreams.”
A worried look shot across his face. “What kind of dreams? Nightmares?” he asked.
“No, they’re not nightmares. They’re . . . wet dreams.” I whispered.
“That’s fine, buddy, every man has wet dreams. It’s just a part of growing up!”
“I know, but . . . I’m having wet dreams about you!” I clasped my hands over my mouth in shock. I hadn’t meant to blurt that entire sentence out, especially not to Uncle Geoff!
“Oh,” he said after a brief pause, “I see.” I blushed as tears filled my eyes. “Hey, wait a minute!” Uncle Geoff exclaimed as he reached over and hugged me. “Please don’t cry! You can’t help what you dream about.” “I know!” I wailed as I buried my face in his shirt, “but *sniff* I feel bad, because you’re my uncle and I feel like I shouldn’t be dreaming about you, *sniff, sniff* but every time I see you or think about you, I keep think about those dreams and get all hard and, and . . .” I was crying so hard that I couldn’t talk. Uncle Geoff didn’t say anything; he just hugged me until my sobs died down and told me that you can’t help how you feel and that he loved me no matter what.
After a few minutes he grabbed some Kleenex, cleaned me up and gave me a big kiss on the forehead. “Feel better?” He asked. I nodded and thanked him for understanding. “No problem, buddy,” he said with a smile. “I have one question for you, though. What happens in those dreams?”
“What do you mean?” I sniffled.
“What do you mean?” I sniffled.
“I mean, what do I do that’s so exciting?”
“Well, I don’t know, sometimes you do silly things, like wash a car with no clothes on or act all sexy while you shower, but sometimes you do stuff, like kiss me.”
“Okay, and how does that make you feel?”
I was surprised. I couldn’t believe he was actually asking me this. “I don’t know . . . strange I guess, and I get all hard.”
He put his hand on my crotch and started rubbing it. “Do you like it?”
“Yes.” My breath caught as his hand massaged my growing boy-cock. “I like it a lot!”
“Do you want to try it?” he said as his face moved closer and closer to mine.
I was half swooning. “Try what?” I answered groggily.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“Oh, yes please, Uncle Geoff! I want to more than anything! Kiss me Uncle Geoff!”
“Please, call me Daddy,” he said as he pulled me in close and kissed me full on the mouth. A rush of heat coursed through my whole body as his mouth touched mine. I moaned deeply in the back of my throat as Uncle Geoff’s tongue forced its way into my mouth. He grabbed me by the waist and pressed his muscular body up against mine while I rubbed my ass against his crotch. I practically tore off our shirts and wrapped myself around him as we kissed passionately. His hands lightly toyed with my nipples before they moved down my back and grabbed my ass, gently kneading it and fingering my hole through my pants with animal intensity. I was so excited I almost came right there, but Uncle Geoff took notice and eased off before I creamed in my shorts. “Save that for later,” he said with a wink, “we’ll need it.”
We stayed like that for a few minutes until finally, he broke the kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he announced, “and I intend to do a lot more than that, too.” I giggled in spite of myself; I had never kissed anyone on the lips before, especially not a man. “What’s so funny?” Uncle Geoff asked. “Sorry,” I muttered, “it’s just . . . you’re my first.” A slow smile crossed his face and I almost fainted. “So I’m you’re first, huh?” I nodded as his index finger trailed down my chest towards my woody. “I’m you’re first love, first kiss, you’re first man. . . I like that.”
I cried out when he reached my boner. “Well, somebody really enjoyed that.” He said as he yanked down my pants and grabbed my throbbing dick. I gasped as he started gently fondling my shaft and balls with his big, meaty hand. “You’re quite a grower, son. How big is it, five, six inches?” “Three, sir,” I groaned as he jerked me off. “Mmmm,” he moaned, “just the way I like ‘em!” And he took me in his mouth. A million explosions went off in my head and my whole body shuddered as his tongue raped my cock. He stopped licking only to jerk me off and suck on my balls. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven; I’d never experienced this level of pleasure in my life. A strange pressure started to build in my loins and I gripped the couch to steady myself. “O my god, I’m gonna . . . gonna c-cum!” I sputtered, unable to breathe, “Oh, god, make me CUM, Daddy!” Uncle Geoff smiled up at me as he pulled my shaft out of his mouth and fondled my prick. “Cum for me, baby, yeah,” he teased as he mercilessly worked my shaft and balls, “spew your boy cream all over my face!” I couldn’t take it anymore; the pressure was too strong! I let out a mighty roar as I came, shooting what felt like bucket loads all over Uncle Geoff’s eager face. Jizz slapped his cheeks and forehead, coating them with my spunk. His outstretched tongue caught the rest and he swallowed it eagerly.
My screams of delight whipped Uncle Geoff into a frenzy. “Oh, yeah, that’s my boy,” he groaned excitedly, “shoot that hot load on your Daddy! Make him your BITCH!!! Yeah! Make Daddy your CUM SPONGE, you WHORE! Yes!” I collapsed in a heap on the sofa, exhausted from the heavy suck session. Some of my boy-jizz dripped down his face and collected near his lips and chin. Uncle Geoff licked it off his face with a moan and a sweet smile.
Then he stood up, tore off his pants and unleashed the 12 inch monster that I’d been dreaming of for so long. “Oh, I’m gonna fucking cum, baby!” He beat his meat at an alarming pace, stopping only to lube up his hand. “Lean back,” he ordered, laying me down flat on the couch, “I’m gonna shoot on your chest.” My aching cock stood straight up as his orgasm began to build. “You want it? Huh? You want Daddy’s hot fuckin’ load?” “Oh yes, Daddy,” I begged, “Give me your hot cum! Please!” His whole body tightened as he reached his climax. “Oh, fuck I’m coming, oh fuck, oh FUCK! Uh, uh, UHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
He shot eleven times. His cum splattered my chest, my face, my cock, the couch, everywhere. I swallowed what I could, but some spilled out of my mouth and dribbled down my neck. After Uncle Geoff finished draining his balls on my naked body, he collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the sofa with his hairy body. “That was . . . amazing! I’ve never had an orgasm like that before,” he said, panting like he’d run a marathon, “you’re one hot little stud, baby doll.” “You were good, too, Uncle Geoff,” I said sweetly. “Let’s clean this off,” he said as he licked me clean. My cum was still stuck to his face, so I grabbed him by the hair, pulled his face up to mine and licked it off before locking him in a lurid kiss. Kissing my uncle while the taste of my seed mixed in our mouths was the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. We broke the kiss and just lay there, staring at each other and muttering sweet nothings.
Uncle Geoff stood and picked me up. “We should get to bed.” “Do we have to?” I mumbled, still catching my breath. “Yes, buddy, it’s getting late and we have stuff to do tomorrow.” “Can we do this again?” I asked as he carried me to our room. “Sure, baby. I’d like that.” He gave me one quick kiss and then lay me down on our bed, where I quickly fell asleep.
