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Subject: Bobby-boy Part Two Gay Incest Bobby-Boy You can give Nifty some help in the form of a fty/donate.html 100% Fiction, Adult Content: Mb Part Two I remember the Monday a week after my dad passed, I was to go over and stay with him while my mom was at work. That was fine. I kind of knew that’s what I would have to do. I got up with my mom, had breakfast, did my few chores, and showered and dressed. I left when she left, a long hug goodbye on the stoop. I walked over, hoping to find a moment to get more of my clothes off with Uncle Billy. The last night where I was naked outside with him made me eager to be naughty like that even more. I loved the thought of just getting naked somewhere. Of course, it was pitch dark, and no one could see me, but I was eager to give it a try under watchful eyes. I walked up his drive and knocked on the door. Uncle Billy was there, a broad smile on his face, and he brought me in. He kissed the top of my head and squatted down to me. I felt my lip quiver. “Hey, buddy… You need a good hug right about now?” I nodded and began to cry, and that brought it all up again. I began to weep, and Uncle Billy hugged me tight. I remember having his shirt tight in my grip and me hanging in his arms. He picked me up and carried me into the living room, where he cradled and rock me. I looked at him with my weepy eyes, and he leaned in to kiss me. First on the lips, then on each eye, wiping under them with his thumb. I remember, for some reason, I pulled on the bump of his fly, snatching the loose material between my fingers. “You want to maybe lie in my bed with me for a while?” I sat watching my fingers pull at his jeans, and I nodded. He picked up and carried me to his room and sat me on the bed. On his knees, Billy leaned in and kissed me, his mouth covering my lips. He pulled back only long enough to lift my shirt over my head. Billy leaned down and lightly kissed my left nipple and then the right. I smiled at him, and he smirked at me and gave a chuckle. He pulled his t-shirt off and lifted my feet in turn, pulling off my socks and shoes. He slid behind me, and I turned to face him. He spread his knees and opened his arms to me. I immediately laid over him, my face in his neck. His crotch had a massive lump under the material of his shorts His legs wrapped over me slightly, and I loved him rubbing his hands up and down my bare back. I opened my mouth to kiss him like he did me. His lips opened at the same time, and I felt his tongue tentatively moving against me. This was new, but I loved the feeling of his tongue against my lips. He pressed more firmly inward, and his tongue was now against my tongue. That was a new thrill. I loved that he was so naughty with me. This was like grown-up kissing. I gently pressed my own tongue forward, and suddenly he was gently sucking it between his lips. When I pulled apart, he smiled up at me. “That was nice. You liked that?” I nodded at him. “You okay?” I shrugged my shoulders at him. “Baby boy, I’m here for you. It’s a sad time right now, but your mom and I are always here.” He pulled me to his breast, and we lay together for a long while. He drew his legs up, his thighs pressing my sides, his legs wrapping over my back. I had to kiss him again; my mouth was wide open to receive his thick tongue inside. I closed my lips around it as he did mine. His hand cradled the back of my head, and my fingers closed around his nipple. His hands then went down my back, and I felt him at the edge of my shorts. I put my face into his neck. I reached my arms back, and I pushed my shorts and underwear down over my rump. I hid my face, letting my bare butt shine out for him to see if he wanted to. I felt his hands at the small of my back and the light, slightly shaking, graze şişli travesti over my backside. I whimpered. “I got you,” Billy said, one arm going around my back. I remember clearly feeling the flat of his other hand laid over my left butt cheek. I always thought my butt was too round, too big, but I swooned thinking this big man had me in his arms and was touching my butt. I loved being so naughty. I loved being in his arms. My mind wanted me to get naked, to just sprawl my nudity over him, but I was really nervous. I could barely do more than hug into him. His hand grazed from left to right, his thumb laying along the crack. He rolled us onto our sides. His crotch was huge between us, and my own shorts poked out a little bit with my own little boy hard on. I pulled at his fly. He just watched me, rubbing my arm or my side. I looked up at him. He smiled at me, staring into my eyes. I wanted to play, I wanted to be naughty, but at that age, I had no real idea of what one would do, nor was it a sexy love. It was still kind of a rush of naughty feelings and exploring. I pushed against him and pulled his fly out. He let me play. I pulled at the zipper, and he leaned back a bit to straighten the fly out more so I could unzip it. That’s all I wanted to do. I pulled at the edges, my finger hanging over the tab closure. He had white underwear on underneath. “It’s okay if you want… uh… to you know… take a look…” I looked up at him, and for some reason, I got embarrassed. I slid off the end of the bed and said I had to go to the bathroom. I went and locked myself inside for a while. I was balling again. I couldn’t help it. I sat with my hands over my face on the edge of the tub. After some time had passed, Billy timidly knocked at the door. “You okay? I’m sorry if I did anything…” I got up, flushed, and washed my hands, wiping at my face. I opened the door. Billy looked down at me, so worried, so sorry. “You know, I didn’t mean anything… I just…” “I’m fine,” I said. “I sometimes get a little scared.” “Me too,” he said. I took his hand, and he led me into the kitchen where we had some lunch. We sat at his little dinette, having a sandwich and some chips. “Do you,” he began, “mind me hugging on you? …and stuff?” I shook my head, no. “We can do that stuff still?” I nodded, yes. “Good, good,” he said. “I sometimes feel like crazy, and I don’t know what to do.” “I hear that buddy,” he said. “I’m sorry if I made that happen.” I nodded, and we ate a while longer. My dad had just passed, and along with the fears of what happens when you grow up, how your body changes and all that kind of stuff, I did feel overwhelmed at times. When it felt like expectations were going beyond just being in the moment, just feeling normal, I would get a bit scared and have to stop. I didn’t know what Billy expected of me. I just liked being a little naughty and exploring. I knew he was a good guy. I knew it was okay, but I didn’t always have the ability to hold all those emotions together at the same time. Sometimes at school I would have to go into the bathroom and fight with myself not to cry or have a scene. I had been slapped enough by my mom and dad over having big emotions in public. I loved being a little naughty here or there. I loved having my dinker out in the bathroom where someone might see. I loved the crushes I had on the boys at school, and I knew how big a crush I had on my Uncle Billy. “Do you want to stop?” he said cautiously, almost with a frown. “No, I like it.” I tried a smile for him. “What do you like the most?” “Feeling safe with you. I like your big hugs.” “Oh, me too. What else?” “I like taking my clothes off.” “I like that too. Even when I was a little guy like you, I loved that. Wherever I went, beylikdüzü travesti I tried to find a place to take my penis out, you know, show off how big it was and how big my balls were!” His eyes were big and sparkly as he talked about getting naked as a kid. “Suddenly right there in the toy aisle at the Wal-mart, you just push your pants down and your weiner is sticking out like maybe right in front of someone. I always tried to show my penis to an older guy. It was fun.” “Did they like it?” “Some did. Most didn’t really care, you know, they just thought I was annoying or being bad. That didn’t stop me. The best I ever did was getting naked in that little bookstore in the Pines. The old guy who runs it watched me play with myself until he had a customer come in. I never got to do it again, but man, that was great!” “What about now?” I asked. “Now, you gotta be careful. I’m a grown man. I can’t just pull my pants down anywhere, even though, you know, I would really like too sometimes. I mean, like if you wanted to, you could. I wouldn’t say anything, if you wanted to just, you know, be comfortable and take off, you know, your clothes or whatever. That’s exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to be naked right here, right now. I scooched up in my seat, and I pushed my shorts and underwear down. I leaned over and put them on the table so Billy could see I had taken both off. “Oh, you’re a naughty boy!” he said with a big smile. “Take your shirt off too.” I smiled with a blush and pulled my shirt off over my head. I was sitting naked in Uncle Billy’s kitchen. My little boy dick was sticking up to my belly button, hard as could be. I watched Billy sit up a bit across from me, and he pulled down his shorts and underwear, also putting them up on the table with mine. He pulled off his shirt, his nipples sticking out hard and thick. I smiled at him. “You want to see?” he whispered. I nodded at him. He scooted his chair out and slowly stood up. He was thick with rusty brown hair between his legs. His dick was huge to me, really thick, slightly darker skin color, hanging out with a slight curve upward. The tip was wet. His balls were heavy, hanging low underneath. “Is it okay? It’s a big dick,” he whispered making it bounce up and down. “My balls have always been pretty big, and I got this big bushy hair when I was just twelve! You, uh, like it?” I nodded again and got up. I stood in front of Billy, completely bare. My hard four inches was a rigid nail up to my belly. I also had fat saggy balls, but I hoped that eventually I would grow into as big a bag of balls as Billy had. I spread my legs a little so my balls would hang and not look so scrunched up between my pudgy thighs. My nipples were firm little peaks, and I stood up straight to make them stick out. I wanted my belly and boobs to proudly naked for Billy to see. “You’re so cute,” he said with a grin. “I am?” “Oh buddy, I could eat you up; you’re so sweet-looking like that. Turn around…” I did, catching a quick glimpse of his hand going to that fat shaft between his legs. I bent forward and pushed my hard-on back between my legs. He laughed at me. I thought it was funny too. “Am I big enough?” “That pretty dick you got there? It’s perfect. You’ll have plenty of time grow into a big old dick like the one I got. Right now, that’s a pretty, cock on a pretty boy.” “I’m not too fat?” “No, buddy. You’re not. You’re just right. You’ll grow out of some of that too, but no rush. You’re sweet just like you are.” “Really?” “Really, really.” I had the emotional wave wash over me again, but I balled my fists, my fingernails going into my palm, and walked to him. Billy knelt down and pulled me into one of those great hugs. I luxuriated in his bare skin up against mine, istanbul travesti the tickling fur from his privates, those strong arms around me. I could feel that hard, heavy erection of his stuck up between us–his big hand pressing my bottom up against him. We went out to the TV room, and he had me get into the big chair with him. We watched a movie with me on his lap, my back to his front, and his hands wrapped around me. He had me spread my legs, and his big man dick stuck up between them. Depending on how he sat or how I slouched, it touched against me now and again. The head was warm, as was the shaft as it touched my thighs or lay against my balls. He gently cupped my breasts, pressing and rubbing a thumb and finger over my nipples. He seemed endlessly fascinated at my little buds as he played with them and gently let a finger play over the stiff tips. I had to admit, it was great. I never had anyone play with my titties like this, and it was every naughty thing I ever wanted to do. Billy had me lay down on the carpet and he ran his hands up and down my back and over my naked bottom like he was giving me a massage. He held each leg up and tickled along my inner thighs and behind my knees. It was fun. I was laughing so hard. He tickled my feet, and he kissed each toe from one foot to the other and over again. He kissed up my legs to the backs of my knees and to each of my butt cheeks. I pushed my butt up and his hands grabbed the mounds of my ass. I’m sure now he was looking at my little boy hole, and often afterward I couldn’t help but expose my hole to him whenever he wanted, but right then, I just liked being playfully open and exposed. He kissed to either side of my taint, over my butt cheeks and up my back. He straddled over me. I know I felt that heavy, swaying dick of his dragging here and there over my skin. Soon, Billy was kissing me again, and I turned onto my back, spreading my legs under him. He kissed all the way down my belly button which I thought was hysterical as he blew raspberries on my belly to keep me laughing. He went down my legs, back to my feet which he gave a dozen little kisses over my toes. While his hands were all up and down me, he didn’t grab my cock, rub over my balls, nor slip into my crack to touch at my little boy hole. I was thrilled to be in his lap or laying under him wrapped in his arms. This is what I thought was super sexy and thrilling, and it was all I needed. If he had gone right to my boy dinker, I might not have wanted to it; it just seemed easier being a game and not being overwhelming like we were in love or something dopey like that. That idea would change over time, but at right then, the less pressure and the more fun was what kept me interested. My dad would never let me sit on his lap or hug him after I grew up a little, and I guess I really missed it. Billy was always ready to touch me or hold me. I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed his smells or his heat or even how sexy I really thought that big man was. I would later on, so much so that I may have pushed him away a bit by my over-eagerness to be with him. Before I had to go, we got back in the chair, my knees on the outside of each leg, and my hard little boy dick poking at his belly. I kissed him and lay against his shoulder until I had to get dressed to go back home. When I got off him, I saw my leg was slick with a sticky, clear juice that hung in a line from his wet dick head to my thigh. “Sorry, let me clean you up. That happens when I’m really happy playing like this.” I wasn’t sure what that juice was, but I did like that it was something that big boys did when they were having a fun, naughty time, and it was happening because of me! My own cock had deflated a while ago. I guessed it could only be so hard for so long. Billy’s big man dick also shrank up to a soft, pudgy tube while he cleaned me up. Soon I was off home to help mom get dinner ready. I couldn’t wait for the day after next when I would come back to Billy’s. All feedback and chat are welcome: ail

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