This is the penultimate part of something that actually happened to me when I was younger. There were actually a few months of ‘lead-up to the ‘story’ below but I thought you’d find it more entertaining if I just cut to the chase. Right, deep breath, here goes….
He picked me up straight from school as arranged. My parents made sure that my rucksack contained clothing suitable for the rainy weekend we were expecting. Rain didn’t bother me, in fact it helped with the fishing that Uncle Brian had planned.
We arrived at his caravan near the river and we got ourselves ready for a couple of hours of (usually unproductive) fishing. Brian (he hated being called ‘Uncle’) was around 30 years old, average height and build and, I noticed as he removed his shirt, quite hairy. He had no qualms about getting changed in front of me and he promptly took off his jeans, slid his pants down and kicked them off his ankles. He was a proper man-of-the-world in my eyes. Oh, and he had, what seemed to me, like a massive piece of meat hanging between his legs. I’d only ever seen lads in the showers at school…never a grown man’s cock.
I was quite different. Around half Brian’s age, I was tall, skinny and almost hairless apart from the mop of brown on my head. Whilst I reckoned that there was nothing that Brian hadn’t done, I was totally inexperienced at almost everything – I hadn’t even had sex with myself let alone anyone else! A ‘late developer’ for sure. I turned away from him as I changed. I took off my blazer and white shirt. My little brown nipples stood out against the paleness of my chest. Well, not so much of a chest, just white skin hanging over ribs to be honest. I removed my grey trousers. I quickly took off my pants and reached down for a replacement pair, eager to get dressed again before Brian caught sight of my little prick.
The replacement pants weren’t where I’d put them. I bent down and searched for them, almost panic-struck.
“Looking for these?” Brian said. I turned around, startled. My Uncle was laying on his side on the sofa with my clean white pants d****d over his, obviously hard, cock.
“Can I have them back please?” I asked. I saw my pants move as his cock twitched under the material. “Please?” I begged.
“You want ’em, you come get ’em” he replied. I suddenly realised that I was bollock naked in front of my Uncle. Shocked and horrified that he was getting an eyeful of my naked body, I reached over and grabbed my pants from his cock, and put them on quicker that I had ever put clothes on before. My eyes lingered on his cock longer than, perhaps, they should have. I felt my penis start to grow.
“Getting a bit exited are you?” he teased. I could feel myself turning red. My jeans were on in seconds. “It’s okay, just having a bit of a laugh. Let’s get ourselves sorted and give those fish a hiding” he said as he jumped up and got dressed.
A couple of hours later we returned to the caravan, cold, wet, miserable and having not given the fish a hiding in any way! I was tired from the journey and from the exertions of walking to and from the river carrying a lot of gear.
“I’m knackered, do you mind if I just hit the sack?” I asked. I didn’t feel too bad about leaving Brian on his own, there was a television and a fridge full of beer that would keep him amused. He went to the fridge. “That’s cool. Want one of these before you go?” he asked.
“Nah, I’m good thanks” I replied. “Okay then, put your wet gear in a pile in the corner. Nighty-night” he answered. Off I went, dripping rainwater all over the place.
The caravan had just one bedroom with a double bed in it. Brian said I could use that and he’s make up a bed from the sofa in the lounge part of the caravan. There was a small shower cubicle in a corridor between the lounge and my bedroom. I took off my wet clothes and, making sure the adjoining doors were closed, I got into the shower. The warm water felt great on my cold skin. I closed my eyes and let the water warm me up. Thoughts of Brian naked were flooding my mind and I realised that my soapy cock was rock solid, albeit just 4″ of skinny gristle. I hadn’t wanked before but knew about it from schoolmates. I started to lather my hardon more vigorously until I heard a door open and close. Panic-struck, I stopped playing, rinsed myself and gingerly opened the shower door. Brian must have gone to the outside loo so I took the opportunity to rush into my room.
I put my pyjamas on and got into bed, relieved that I had made it from the shower unnoticed. I must have dozed off rather than properly slept because, after a while, I heard the bedroom door creak open. I was laying with my back to the door, the duvet up around my neck. I lay there as still as I could. I felt cool air as the duvet was lifted behind me and then the bed moved.
Next thing I could feel Brian’s hand on my hips. His fingertips slowly worked under the waistband on my pj’s. I felt his forearm on my bony hip as his fingertip gently stroked towards my groin. My breathing was getting faster but I was nervous as hell. I knew my cock was hard…harder even than when I was in the shower. Brian’s fingers continued their exploring, now running his hand up and down my skinny thigh. His fingers deftly released my small smooth balls, no bigger than g****s, from their position between my legs. Now my cock was twitching like crazy. The twitching was replaced by throbbing as his fingers wrapped themselves gently around my prink.
I moaned softly and turned onto my stomach. Brian removed his hand from my groin and slid the pj bottoms down my long legs.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you at all, just enjoy” he whispered. I pretended, rather naïvely, that I was asl**p. I made a kinda grunting noise and shuffled about, still face down.
I felt his fingers ran across my shoulder blades and down my spine. Then I felt his palm rest gently on the mounds of my little bum. My skin was tingling and my cock felt real weird…hard as a little nail but something else too…something that I hadn’t felt before. His hand left my bum and I felt him move about the bed. I was still ‘pretending’ to be asl**p as I tried to push my puny body into the mattress. His hands were on my ankles and I felt my legs being gently pulled apart. He released my ankles and I felt his hands slide up my legs until he had a hand on each of my buttocks. I felt cool air on my bum hole as he parted my bum cheeks. The coolness of the night air was replaced by warm air and then my the wetness of his tongue.
I moaned loudly and raised my body, involuntarily, off the bed. Looking down at the sheet, I saw a large wet patch which, I assumed’ meant I had wet myself. “I need the toilet” I said, now giving away the fact that I was awake, not that Brian fell for it anyway!
“It’s okay fellah”, he said “That’s called precum and it happens when you are excited. Just relax”. Not sure if his words were comforting or not, I just didn’t understand why being excited meant you had a little wee.
My thoughts were interrupted suddenly. I let out a loud groan as his tongue dipped deep into my hairless hole. “Fuck!” I called, immediately feeling embarrassed as I’d never sworn in front of my Uncle before. I couldn’t help myself…I pulled my knees up so I was on all fours.
“Good boy” Brian said just before he gave my hole another tongue-lashing. I looked down and saw that even more liquid was dripping from my circumcised cock…my helmet was glistening from the stuff and it didn’t look like wee so maybe Brian was right.
He grabbed my hips and suddenly I was on my back. With my knees up and legs apart, I saw the top of Brian’s head. He pushed my legs high and tongue-fucked my hole some more before working up and over my balls, onto my shaft and then my helmet. God, I had never, ever felt this way before. I felt I was desperate for a wee.
“I gotta piss” I said and I jumped up from the bed, rushed outside to the loo only to find that I couldn’t actually go. My cock just would not un-stiffen itself! Leaving it for a couple of minutes didn’t help so I went back inside where I found Brian on my bed. His hand was wrapped around his massive cock. “Get back in” he said, patting the bed next to him. I did as he asked and laid next to him. He took my wrist and placed y hand o his hard cock. It felt warm under my palm. I nervously wrapped my fingers around it and pulled his foreskin back. His helmet was wet too. I looked at him curiously.
“See, it’s natural and it’s not piss!” he smiled. “Now lay back and let me show you what a hand can do”. I did as he said. His fingers ran over my cock which was throbbing like mad. His large hand made my prick seem even smaller, but he was encouraging “Nice size cock for a lad” he said.
He gripped my cock lightly and started to wank me with one hand whilst he did the same to himself with the other. It didn’t take more than a dozen strokes before the feeling of wanting a piss hit me again, only this time more intense and overwhelming.
His hand quickened it’s movement on my prick. “Oh fucking God” I cried loudly. I arched my back, just my heels and shoulders on the bad. “Shiiiiit” I screamed as his hand on my cock became a blur. A massive shot of watery fluid gushed from my helmet, splashing on my chest. His grip was tight as I fucked his hand and another shot of boyjuice arched through the air, this time landing on his face. More of the stuff oozed before it subsided. Exhausted, I slumped back into the bed and looked at Brian. His hand was working his cock furiously. He suddenly closed his eyes, grunted and pointed his cock at my body. A massive thick load slapped onto my tummy followed by a lesser splatter onto my cock and balls. His cum also slowed to a dribble and he laid back, drained.
He looked over at me. “If you ever want more, just say ok?” he said. I wasn’t sure to be honest. Now I had experienced my first sex and ejaculation, I wanted more but was nervous about ‘turning gay2 – stupid boy!
“Can I bring Tim fishing next time!” I asked.
“Of course you can” smiled Uncle Brian.