Thank You Uncle Clive: by Hamilton Joyce (c) Mm

CLIVE: "Friday nights had been the same for almost five years. Jack's wife 
Stacey would come over to our place and spend the evening with my Roma. 
Sometimes they would go out to find a lad to make a threesome (Jack and I 
weren't supposed to know about that), but mostly they had a few hours of 
lesbian frolics. I would go over to Jack's and the two of us would go out into 
town for a few beers and some bowling or snooker. Then we would go back to 
his bed to suck and fuck.
     Jack and I are both boxers, me light heavy weight, Jack lightweight. He's 
got the body I just adore, muscled but not heavy. Blonde, blue-eyed, and with 
that wonderful triangular shape from the back, broad, tanned shoulders down 
to hard little, white arse. I'm even more muscled, and heavier of course, but 
not a bear. In fact I remove all my body hair, which I inherit from my black 
father not my blonde mother. In bed I'm top, Jack bottom. 
     The Friday I'm writing about was different because Jack had slipped a disk 
weight-training in the gym, and certainly didn't feel like any cock or arse play! 
We watched some sport on Sky, and Jack slept stretched out on his back on the 
floor beside the bed I had to occupy alone.
     Saturday morning, he stated the obvious: he wouldn't be able to play our 
usual round of golf , and not even go fishing, our occasional Summer 
alternative. He suggested I take Jake, his son, down to the beach for some 
fishing instead."

JAKE : " I was only twelve, and it had been the same for most of my life, so I 
didn't think it odd that Mum should spend Friday nights with Aunt Roma, or 
that Dad and Uncle Clive should share the marital bed. It was several years 
before I put two and two together to make four! The Friday night I'm talking 
about was different. Dad had slipped his disk and was moving about like a 
crab, bent double. They didn't go out to the snooker hall or bowling. 
   Normally as soon as they were away I'd reach under Dad's bed and get three 
or four of his magazines. Then to my room to strip off, lie on the bed and 
enjoy them with the help of his massage oil. They were not porn: (he had those 
too, but too well hidden for me to find in those days). Dad was a boxer and 
interested in body- building. His magazines were full of colour photos of male 
body builders. I used to leaf through them till I found one I liked. This would 
always be a tall, muscular of course, dark-haired guy. Sometimes the same 
light brown as Uncle Clive. Then I would stroke my cock and imagine my own 
body like that. I would study their bulges in the tiny posing pouches and 
imagine what the hidden cock looked like. When I was nice and hard I would 
drip oil down my shaft and rub it with my left hand (to keep the oil off his 
pages).  Finally, I would pretend he was lowering that slip to show me....and 
then I would come. 
   That night I had to do it from memory! I could jerk off in bed any time, as 
the amount of cum I produced was minute and wouldn't mark the sheets (I was 
after all only twelve): and I loved the taste even then.
   In the morning, Uncle Clive suggested we go sea-fishing off the beach under 
the cliffs."

CLIVE : "It was about ten. We had caught two sea-bass, big ones. One for tea 
today, the other for Jack's ice-box. Beach fishing is quite heavy work, and I 
enjoyed watching Jake cast his line out beyond the breakers. He was already 
beginning to have his father's muscles, and I watched as his biceps swelled, 
and his shoulder muscles rippled. His chest was as naked of hair as 
mine...though not I imagine the result of waxing! I caught the first fish, and sat 
on the beach watching him work. His shorts got wet and clung to his legs. As 
good as naked. I found myself wondering what he would look like stripped. I 
would swear that was the first time I'd thought of the boy sexually, but I found 
I was stiffening. I was surprised as I am not normally interested by boys. I like 
a bit of muscle on my partners. He got into a fish, and I stood beside and 
behind him, in case he needed help playing it. I used the opportunity to place a 
hand over his chest, as if to support him. I felt his nipple harden under my 
palm, and then he leaned back onto me, the hard of my cock resting for a long 
moment against his bottom. I could have kissed him then...but did not."

JAKE: "Uncle Clive is a much better angler than me and he soon caught a big 
fish. We had decided that one each was enough, so he sat on the beach. I had 
enjoyed watching him up to his knees in the surf reeling it in, bracing himself 
against the line, and the water. I found his strong legs so sexy, and his flat 
belly as his shorts got wet and slipped a bit. It was the classic 'six-pack'  
boxer's build there. He killed his fish, and soon I was into one too. He got up 
to help me, and then put his hand over my chest. I leaned back against him and 
for a second could feel his cock hard on my bottom. My mind went to the body 
building mags, and those bikini briefs with their hidden treasures.."

CLIVE : "We were laying side-by-side, in our shorts, on the fine-pebbled 
shingle, listening to the waves lap over. It was hot. I looked out of the corner 
of my eye at Jack's son. He had the same blonde good looks as his father. He 
was still slim and boyish, but beginning to get shoulders and biceps. He would 
have the same splendid body if he worked at it. I wondered if he were 'cut'. 
Jack is, so his son might well be. I find it runs in families. Not that I would 
mind one way or the other."

JAKE: "I was looking at Uncle Clive. I'd met his mother once. She was a sort 
of Spanish beauty, plump and with long black hair. He'd told me his father 
was a Nigerian, and that must be where his lovely colouring came from. He 
was no darker than a well-tanned athlete, but as I looked at him I imagined it 
must be the same exciting light-brown all over. He was like the images of my 
masturbation fantasies, the body-builders. I wondered if his cock would be the 
same light brown, or darker. I looked at the muscles of his belly, above the 
waistband of his shorts, and his hairless chest, and felt my cock going hard. 
My shorts were wet, and I supposed he would see. 'I'm hot,' I said. 'Going to 
have a dip.' I pulled my shorts off and ran into the sea in my underpants."

CLIVE : "I guess nothing would have happened if he hadn't suggested a dip. 
He stripped his shorts off, and ran into the sea, hitting the water in a shallow 
dive. He struck out strongly and in seconds was a long way off-shore. I took 
off my shorts and crept slowly in. I never learned to swim. Too busy in the 
gym, I guess. And there were no free pools where I was brought up."

JAKE : "I was surprised Uncle Clive could not swim, and it made me feel 
good that I was such a strong swimmer. I went out further, about a hundred 
yards, and then swam back as fast as I could. I lay on the shingle again, and it 
felt warm on my wet back. Uncle Clive came back. He was still wearing his 
trainers, and hadn't got his hair wet!" 

CLIVE : "As I stretched out beside him, I could see him looking at my red 
nylon slip, a bit like  bathing trunks. My cock must have been shriveled up in 
the cold. He looked appetising now, body still wet and gleaming, hairless the 
way I like. His underwear was white cotton, and as I looked I could see his 
cock getting hard as the sun soaked into us. The beach was secret and deserted. 
We were alone. He was getting hard, and it could only be my body that was 
exciting him. I took the chance, and I decided I would try!"


JAKE : " As I watched I could see the bulge in his red nylon grow. Soon I 
could make out the shape, and even the size of his knob. It was bent over, and 
must have been getting uncomfortable. Uncle Clive reached down into the 
waistband and pulled it upright so it lay diagonal across his belly. The knob 
pushed at the waistband and seemed in danger of popping out from under it. 
He was very long, and it looked so broad under the red satin. My cock was 
twitching by itself, as it did when I was excited by a picture or, now, the real 
thing. I was terribly, almost painfully hard under my y-fronts. I couldn't stop 
looking, and wanted to stroke my cock. I didn't though!"

CLIVE : " I realised what I would do. (I swear I never planned it!) 'These will 
never dry, on.' I pulled my trainers off my feet, tipped the water out and threw 
them a few yards away. 'Nor these.' I slipped my trunks down and as they 
cleared it my cock sprang up, fully erect. Down over my ankles, and I kicked 
them away to join the shoes. 'You, too.' I reached over and pulled at his 
waistband. He raised his bottom to help, and they slipped down. I stopped and 
looked at that pretty cock. Like his father, he was cut. His eyes were fixed, 
staring at my cock, just as I was hypnotised by his. His was as hard as mine: 
his was twitching like an eager athlete: so excited there was a teardrop in its 
eye."

JAKE  : "When he pulled his trunks down, it was just like my fantasies. And 
his cock was so big and strong. Big and strong like the whole of his body. It 
was a darker brown than his belly, and the veins stood out. Then he reached 
over and pulled my y-fronts down and I had to show him mine. I was ashamed 
a moment that I was so much smaller, but soon forgot that because his arms 
were around me. And he was kissing me on the mouth. This was far beyond 
my fantasies, and I could feel the excitement tight in my chest and also in the 
twitching of my cock. He rolled onto his back so I was laying on top of him, 
and I could feel his cock pressing onto my thighs, and mine was against the top 
of his belly. His tongue went into my mouth at the same moment as his hands 
started to caress and massage my arse cheeks. I was surprised he had shut his 
eyes."

CLIVE: "I grasped the moment, and took him in my arms. And we were 
kissing. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and then his was in mine. I could 
feel his hard cock against my belly, and mine was pressed against his warm 
thighs. I rolled over so he lay on top of me, and let one hand stroke down his 
back till it rested on his smooth, firm arse. We were still kissing, but then he 
came up for air, and his lips were pressed into my neck. I caressed his back 
and bottom, and he was stroking my chest and shoulders, gripping and 
kneading the muscles. I slipped the side of my palm into his arse-crease, and 
then worked my right hand between us to hold his cock."

JAKE: " I was licking his neck, still salt from the sea, and feeling the muscles 
of his chest and shoulders. Then I felt his hand holding my cock. I slipped my 
hand between us and felt for his. It was almost too big for my fist, and I could 
feel it throbbing. He was whispering in my ear, dirty, exciting things I had read 
but never heard spoken before. And all the time his other hand was tickling my 
arsehole, though I scarcely noticed that in the excitement of having him 
wanking my cock. We were side by side now, jerking each other. It was so 
strange to feel another cock, so hard and springy, so like my own, and yet so 
other. I got closer to him, and kissed a hairless nipple, a tiny, hard lump. He 
groaned as I nibbled at it."

CLIVE: " I just had to have him, whatever the risks. I knelt over him and 
kissed his nipples, then licked down his chest, round his navel, sticking my 
tongue into it, down over his smooth belly, into the fuzz of blonde fluff, down 
to his cock, which twitched as my tongue touched the knob. I took it in my 
mouth, slowly, gently, sucking at it, until the whole length was in and my lips 
rested on his belly. He groaned in pleasure, and I slipped the whole length out 
through tight lips, and then down again. We were laying side by side, and I felt 
his tentative lips kiss my shaft, at the front. Then my knob slid into his mouth, 
and we were sucking each other. I was, in fact, too big for him to take the full 
length, but it was delightful all the same. I cradled his balls and tickled them, 
and he immediately did the same for me. I reached back and tapped his anus 
with an index finger, and again he felt and tapped at mine."

JAKE: "I felt I was coming, and in my innocence hoped Uncle Clive would 
not mind! Anyway, I did come, and almost immediately felt him coming. My 
mouth was filled with knob and his spunk. I was surprised: I had so little, and 
yet these great spurts were filling my mouth with silky saltiness. I had to 
swallow hard, but it still leaked out down my chin, he had so much. I always 
ate my own when I jerked off alone, and his tasted the same. There was just so 
much more of it!"

CLIVE : "He had never sucked cock before, but he swallowed my load like a 
veteran. He had not much himself yet, of course, but the vigour of his young 
body as he writhed and shoved in his passion was quite exciting enough to 
bring me off.. No sooner had we finished than we heard voices on the 
scramble down the cliff to the beach. We had to hurry to get our clothes on, 
but managed before a young couple arrived and greeted us. They seemed 
pleased when I said we were just leaving!"

JAKE: "Dad had left a note when we got home. He would be at the hospital all 
afternoon. I told Uncle Clive I wanted a shower to get the salt off."

CLIVE: "When Jake suggested a shower, I jumped at it, and followed him 
upstairs. There was a bathroom, but the best was a walk-in shower en-suite in 
Jack's bedroom. I knew it well!"

JAKE: "I've told you how good Uncle Clive looked stripped, so you can 
imagine my excitement when I realised he wanted me to soap him down. I was 
going to run my hands over every inch of his muscled body. And he was doing 
the same to me. We were both hard in seconds! He pulled me to him so our 
cocks were touching. Then I felt his soapy hand part my bottom cheeks, and 
soap me there. I did the same for him, both hands round his back, feeling and 
caressing. I gave a little start as I felt his finger enter my bottom. Nothing had 
ever been up there from outside before.  I slipped my finger into him too, and 
he moaned. We were squirming up against each other now, as the luke-warm 
water rained down on us."

CLIVE: " I was horny again as I soaped his lovely young body. And he made 
no protest when I slid a finger into his arse, gently masturbating him. I felt his 
finger up me too. We kissed, fingering each other, water streaming down us. I 
could feel his cock hard against me, and knew what I had to have. I turned 
round, braced myself against the wall and asked him to fuck me."

JAKE: " I had heard boys talking about fucking in the arse. We called it 
'bumming', and there was a boy in the fifth year called Bummer Seldon 
because, it was said, he let other boys do it to him. But I had not really 
believed it . Till now! Uncle Clive rested his arms on the shower wall and 
stuck his bottom out towards me. I could hardly believe what I was hearing, 
'Fuck me, Jake.' I stood there looking at him. 'Come on, Jake, stick it up me.' 
I found he was a bit too high for me, despite his partly crouched stance. 'Bit 
lower Uncle...' Then my cock was exactly over his hole, which I could see, 
hairless and wrinkled brown, as I parted his cheeks. I soaped my cock some, 
and it slipped in easy. Again that groan of pleasure. 'Do me hard, boy!'
   My mind was wandering as I forced it in, pulled it out, and shoved in again 
and again. I was proud of being a man, fucking at last. I reached my arms 
around him, and grasped that cock. He moaned. I pressed my lips against his 
muscled back. He groaned again. I tweaked at his hairless nipple. Another 
groan. 
   Now I know how to make it last! But that day I was only twelve, it was my 
first, and suddenly I found I was coming, more powerful than any of my 
nightly solo efforts, more powerful even than in his mouth on the beach. My 
knees were trembling!"

CLIVE: "The excitement for me was not so much physical, as I really love a 
big cock like his father's. But I was getting off on the knowledge that this was 
a virgin. And what he lacked in size, he made up in energy, fucking me fast 
and hard, his thighs smacking against my buttocks. And he was caressing me, 
kissing my back, tweaking my nipple, cradling and tickling my balls, gripping 
my cock. It was over too quickly! I had not come."

JAKE:  "We dried each other and Uncle Clive told me to lie on Dad's bed. I 
knew what was going to happen now, and was half-afraid, half excited. Would 
it hurt?"

CLIVE: "He looked fantastic, his tanned body against the white sheets. And 
the white triangle of his belly tan-line, and the little winkle of his cock, 
satisfied and limp for the time being. I joined him on the bed and hugged him, 
kissing him, and feeling him reciprocate, his tongue in my mouth, his hands 
wandering over my body." 

JAKE : "We lay on the bed kissing and feeling each other. I was squeezing his 
biceps and shoulder muscles. I was hypnotised by his cock, dark and hard 
again, and his shiny, hairless balls, twice as big as mine. I stroked them gently 
so as not to hurt him, but gripped his cock as tightly as I could.  He mostly 
fondled my bottom. I guessed why, after the experience in the shower. Then he 
turned me over on my belly. I was suddenly afraid, and buried my face in the 
pillow. Would it hurt? I felt him part my bottom with his strong hands, and 
then a surprise. Instead of pain there was a feeling of pleasure as he licked 
round my arsehole. I giggled as he penetrated me with his tongue, and raised 
my bottom a bit so he could get more in.  One of his hands slipped under me to 
feel my cock again, but I wasn't hard."

CLIVE : "His arse was just irresistible, so white and smooth. I parted his 
cheeks, and his anus was pink and smooth, no wrinkles. I rimmed him, and he 
laughed as I slipped my tongue up him. He loved it, and raised his bottom to 
give me an extra half inch.  I must have rimmed him for ten minutes while we 
whispered to each other how good it was. He seemed completely relaxed, and 
was ready for more serious fun. I knew where his father kept the lube, of 
course."

JAKE : "Finally he stopped, and then I felt him place some oil in my crease, 
and work it in using his fingers, up and down over my arsehole. Gradually the 
pressure increased, and then his finger was in me. I might have flinched a 
second, but in fact it did not hurt, and felt rather good. He was very gently 
massaging me, in and out and round and round. It felt full and warm. I felt my 
cock going hard again".

CLIVE : "The lube was in the bedside drawer. I put some in his arse, and 
rubbed it in. Then the tip of my index finger. Again his pretty bottom rose to 
meet it as I penetrated him. I worked it gently in and out, and found the place 
to massage. He was moaning softly, and his hips moving. I felt under him, and 
he was hard again. Two fingers now, and a bit faster, harder. The time had 
come! I bent one of his legs at the knee to open him even more, placed it, and 
gently inserted just the knob. There was a squeak this time (I really am on the 
large side!). But it was ok, and soon I was laying on top of him, supported by 
my elbows, my full length up him, resting my belly on his bottom."

JAKE : "It hurt a moment when he first put his cock in me, but after a second 
it was all right. He had a hand under me and was holding my cock, while he 
propped up on one elbow. Then he was fucking me, long, slow, gentle sweeps. 
I was amazed how good it felt. I found myself thinking, 'I'm really gay! I'm 
being fucked in the arse! And I love it!' I found I could move a bit as he 
fucked me, and that made it feel even better. A lovely warm fullness, and the 
feeling particularly each time he pulled it out. His weight on my back and belly 
seemed almost protective."

CLIVE : "He was made for fucking, like his father, and loved it from the first 
moment. I gradually increased the speed, and his arse was moving in time. His 
cock was nicely hard for me. I wanked it for him. This would not take me 
long, despite the fun during the afternoon."

JAKE : "He was jerking me, but I felt I wanted to do that myself, so I pushed 
his hand aside, and wanked myself as he fucked me, faster and harder. I was 
shouting for him to do me harder, faster, and I felt my cum building up. Then 
his lips were on my neck, licking and kissing, and his hands grasped my hips. I 
had his full weight on me now, and was completely open to him, willing, and 
loving it. I knew I could never get enough of this feeling!  Then he was 
grunting, and I knew he was coming in me. I came. I felt his cock slip even 
easier as his cum filled me. My few drops of cum spurted into the satin 
sheets."

CLIVE : " After we came we lay there whispering how good it had been for a 
few minutes. His bottom expelled my limp cock. The clock read four, and it 
was time we cleared up before his father came back."

JAKE : " In the shower again, Uncle Clive mentioned that his apartment was 
quite near to my school. 'Would I like to call round sometimes on the way 
home. Have some fun. Work out a bit in his gym?' Would I not!

                                                     FIN
     

