Wouldn't Miss It Pt 3

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Wouldn’t Miss It

By Chris Carr

Part III

My mouth dropped open, I stared at him. Oblivious, he was busy cleaning up. Snatching tissues from a box on his nightstand, he mopped up the mess on his stomach, casually tossing the soppy tissues on the floor. Wiping the last of it up, he reached the slightly used tissue to me.

“What?” He replied, catching the look on my face. When I said nothing, he looked at the tissue then back at me. “What? You want a clean one?” He inquired.

“Yes,” I murmured, still reeling. He pulled a wad of tissues from the box, handing them to me, none the wiser. I wiped up his issue, adding my wet tissues to his then, cautiously, I inquired, “What did you say?”

He hopped off the bed, gathering up the used tissues, darting out the room. I gazed at his sweet, round bottom, my heart beating faster as he dashed into the bathroom. In a flash, he returned, hopping up in the air, landing prostrate on the bed in one smooth move. His dick, though still hard, had gone down a little, the head not so swollen.

“Sorry Unc, what did you say?” He flashed me a smile, arms under his head.

“I was trying to see what you said.” His smile changing into a frown and he gazed at me confused.

“When?” He said, reaching for the wine bottle. Pouring himself another glass, he chugged a lug.

”Before,” I stuttered, “When I…” I made a motion with my finger.

“Oh!! I said me and Tristan ain’t… you know,” He made a circle with his index finger and thumb, adeptly sliding his other index finger through the hole.

“Because?”

Setting his empty wine glass down, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I dunno, Unc.” He hunched his shoulders, clearly clueless. “I guess…cuz… neither one of us wants to be…you know?”

“But… why me?”

His face brightening, he gushed, “Cuz, it ain’t like that with you.” Noticing the confused look on my face, he sat up. “Cuz…it’s you,” He plainly stated.

I felt my face redden. It was only dawning on me how much Rich liked me. “What?” He inquired, inching closer. “You don’t wanna?”

“It’s not that. Its just… I never thought…” My voice trailing off, I looked away.

“Unc, you don’t get it,” Pulling my face back to meet his, he calmly explained, “I been wantin this for a long time.”

That was too much. I almost couldn’t look at him. But his boyish fervor knowing no bounds, he leaned in and kissed me again. Surrendering to his charm, I kissed him passionately, my dick rising to the occasion.

When I took him in my arms, he cuddled next to me like a baby in its momma’s arms. We stayed like that for some time, the kiss deepening at times, then slacking. Tracing my hand down his cocoa brown torso, I played with his nipples then rubbed his smooth six pack.

Slowly, I pushed him back towards the bed and he acquiesced, the kiss never breaking. Laying atop him, I ran my hands up and down his sides. He let out tiny whimpers, his legs parting naturally to let me lay between them. My dick extra hard, it bumped against his cheeks, aiming for his hidden portal.

I centered myself atop him, then, testing the waters, I reached down to raise one of his legs. Like Moses parting the Red Sea , both of his legs rose, parting invitingly. His asshole a straight shot now, Rich moaned softly when my dick bumped against it.

We mock fucked, my dick grazing his tight hole, his legs held high and wide. Momentarily breaking the kiss, I whispered, “You got condoms?” Without looking, he deftly reached into his nightstand, pulling out a roll of condoms. I pecked him on the lips, then snatched a condom free.

“Lube?”

Again he reached in the nightstand, returning with a bottle of lotion. Not what I’d prefer but in the heat of the moment, it would do. Raising up, I moved down, over his stomach, then further, his inquisitive eyes following me until I was between his raised legs.

Peering between his legs, his eyes watched my every move. Moving his legs further apart I gazed at his small, dimpled hole. Glancing up at him I flicked my tongue across his taut bud. Gasping, his eyes closed, toes wiggling as I dabbled his hole with my tongue.

Apparently another first for him, his dick shot up, standing erect as I feasted. Listening to his moans, it further dawned on me how much I’d wanted this. Remembering the first time I’d spied his luscious ass, I felt my dick swell when it hit me I was actually eating him out.

Turning my head from side to side, I wet his hole until it started to relax. As I lapped my tongue edged slightly inside, his hole relaxing more. When I was satisfied it’d relaxed enough, I licked my finger. He flinched when I poked it in, pushing the tip inside.

His toes wiggling again, he grunted when I pushed in to the first knuckle. Accepting he really was a virgin, I decided to take it slow. Little by little I inched more and more of my finger inside, finally stopping about halfway when he started showing signs of discomfort.

Moving higher, I got over his dick, sliding my mouth down his hardness as I fingered him. He shuddered, his hole relaxing again. Sucking up and down his stiff inches, I pushed my finger further until more than half was in. His feet parted wide on the bed, his toes continued wiggling as I diddled him.

I felt his dick spasm, threatening to shoot. Taking the cue, I pushed all the way inside. He let out a quiet yelp, his approaching orgasm thwarted. Holding him on my finger, I quickly found his prostate. Rubbing my finger against his swollen knob, I began finger fucking him.

He whooped, his dick swelling. Spreading his legs wider, he presented his hot hole, his hips rising ever so slightly to meet my thrusts. Adding a second finger, I licked the head of his dick as I pushed it in. Caught between pain and pleasure, he writhed, his toes raised off the bed.

“Ahhh,” He moaned, his asshole snapped tight around my fingers.

Although he was still tight, I figured no time like the present. Moving between his legs, I snapped the condom on. He watched me warily, raising his legs none-the-less. Finding his hole, I gently pushed. Slinging his arms around my neck, he gazed into my eyes as I advanced.

His lips forming a stunned “O”, he stared at me. When the head of my dick popped inside, he gasped, his eyes twin saucers.

“Hurt?”

“Li’l,” He grunted, looking down between us. His mouth opened, he watched in awe as my dick inched forward.

“Unc,” He moaned, glancing back up at me. Holding me for dear life, his eyes bucked as I pushed more in. Glancing back down, he looked surprised. Almost all my dick was inside now, just the last few inches lined up to advance. Raising his head to better see he whispered, “Damn Unc.”

After what seemed an eternity, I finally felt my groin nuzzle his parted cheeks. Still staring in disbelief, Rich looked back up at me, his eyes skittish. Holding him on my fully planted hardness, I reached under him to cradle him.

“Squeeze it,” I instructed.

His eyes flashed down at his skewered portal, then back at me. Blinking, he closed his eyes and I felt his ass muscles contract. A surprised moan escaping him, Rich trembled, teetering on the edge. When he dared squeezing again, I pulled back.

Flinging his eyes open, he whimpered, his toes dancing mid-air. Reversing, I pushed all eight inches back in to the hilt. With a surprised gasp, his mouth opened, piteous whimpers sounding.

“Unc!” He shuddered, my dick pulling out again. Cradling him in my hands, I raised his body off the bed, practically guiding him onto my dick.

“Aww Unc!” He wailed, squeezing my dick with his ass.

My desire great, I knew we wouldn’t last long. Bouncing him on my dick now, I gazed into his astonished eyes. In full sensory overload, Rich moaned, throwing his head back, eyes closed.

“Fuck me,” He whined, chest heaving.

His head snapping back up, his eyes were urgent. “Fuck ME!” He ordered, swinging his legs around my waist. I quickly obliged, slinging my hips forward, plowing him deeply. His back arching in my cradling hands, his head almost reached the bed. Slamming him mercilessly, I looked at his writhing body, my desire mounting. It was almost too good to be true.

And then, almost as if on cue, his dick and mine started spurting. Firing angry pellets, deep within his love tunnel, I heard me and him wailing, my eyes closing just as the first jet of boy cum blasted out the head of his spasming dick.

Thank God no one was around (or so I thought) our wails becoming loud yelling as we both climaxed. Bucking wildly on my dick, Rich released a torrent of hot cum, some of it squirting past his shoulders to hit the wall.

Deep inside him my dick was squirting also, dashing madly against the condom. His ass muscles involuntarily squeezing with each of his spurts, they caressed and suckled my thrusting dick, milking it dry.

Writhing about like two Greco-Roman wrestlers, we bucked and thrashed, ripping the covers off the bed until the last trickles. Then, chests heaving, we both fell on the bed.

Sweaty and hot, we heaved air, my dick still planted inside him. When our breathing finally started to slow, I felt Rich wrap his arms around me, his hands caressing my back. His asshole squeezing my dick, I wondered if he was even aware he was doing it?

“Got Da-yum Unc!” He enthused.

I raised up to look at him. “That was BETTER than I EVER dreamed it!” I smiled, kissing him on the lips. His asshole squeezing me again, I made my dick pulse. His eyes widening, he squeezed again and I pulsed. We both chuckled and then I kissed him again.

Moments after we’d both cleaned up, we were basking in the afterglow on his bed. Still naked, I kept stealing glances at my nephew’s alluring body. A little self-conscious about my own nudity, I was flattered when I caught him stealing glances at me.

“How…how long you been wanting this?” I inquired, staring at the ceiling.

“Long time,” Rich said. I glanced at him, his cute face still infused with traces of baby fat. He stared at the ceiling, chest rising and falling with his hushed breathing.

“Member when…” He hesitated, his eyes closing. Glancing quickly at me he slowly continued.

“Member when I used to spend the night at your house?” I nodded. “I think it started then.”

I strained to remember a specific incident that could be the culprit but couldn’t recall. “Because I gave you a bath?” I probed.

“That too,” He beamed. “Use to love when you gave me a bath. But the best part was when you’d let me sleep with you.”

“But only when you were scared…”

I said, my voice trailing off as I remembered. “Which was…”

“Every time I visited you!” Giggling, he got a devilish look in his eyes.

“You mean to tell me….” He nodded, that devilish grin on his face. I shook my head, surprised.

“It was real cool sleepin with you Unc,” He explained. “Wasn’t like I had no men round, you know. I mean, moms had her boyfriends but they didn’t care bout me like you.” He glanced at me. I said nothing, listening intently. Encouraged, he continued.

“YOU was the only man I had around. Well… the only one that cared. When you’d let me get in bed with you, it was the best place in the world. And you always smelled nice too, just like now,” He giggled, snuggling close to me.

I had no idea. All I saw was Alice ’s lonely little boy, sitting in front of that Game Cube. He was so little, it never occurred to me he had any kind of attraction. For the most part, I was trying to give Alice a break.

His smooth, warm body close, I felt his heartbeat. Looking down at him, I caressed his soft ear. He beamed, gazing into my eyes. After a while, I felt the stirrings of my dick again. Rich’s dick had grown hard long time ago, stabbing me in the leg. My thoughts running to another session, Rich quietly intoned,

“Unc, you mind giving me a bath again?”

It was a strange request and I gazed at him speechless. “O..Ok,” I stuttered. He was jumping up before I could finish.

“Yeah!” He cheered, jumping, his dick flopping. Bounding for the bathroom, he stopped at the door.
”Comin?”

I chuckled, following, my head still shaking in wonder.

Rich ran a tub full of water and slid in, his face a big smile. I looked at him stretched out in the tub, memories of his sleepovers flashing through my mind. By the time he’d reached puberty, Alice was married to Wade and the sleepovers abruptly stopped. Although he was always cool around me, I was certain Wade was behind the sudden end to our sleepovers. Maybe it was just a hunch but he seemed like the type who’d be uncomfortable with his “son” sleeping over with a gay man.

The next time I saw Rich nude was that night in the bathroom. How much he’d developed and now he was in the tub, like those times past and his body was slammin!

We started out slow, Rich obviously gleeful his uncle was washing him again while felt somewhat awkward. Splashing water on his sinewy frame, I noticed his dick was sticking straight out of the water. Intrigued, I queried, “How…. How did you keep from…” I pointed at his dick. He looked down, his face flushing. “When you were little?” I finished, wondering if he felt that way about me when he was a preteen.

He hunched his shoulders, slipping his long fingers up his length, a sheepish look on his face. I tried remembering if I’d ever seen his little pee-pee hard but found no memories of that. I probably would’ve been shocked speechless.

I stared at his hard protrusion, my mind trying to imagine how he could be erect again. Reaching in the water, I poured a trail of it over his stiff post. He sighed, his legs spreading. Cupping another handful I doused his dick again. He lay back, spreading his legs further. His hardness rose up from the water, beating a steady beat. The head shone in the afternoon light.

Reaching in the water, I cupped his taut balls. He shivered, his eyes closed. When I trailed a little further south, he automatically raised his legs, planting them either side the tub. I slipped a finger between his splayed cheeks and rubbed his raw hole. His dick responded, bobbling anxiously, every time I passed over his small pucker.

Intrigued, I started my finger inside. He sighed, his toes wiggling as I entered him. Could it be? “You want another round?” I asked, my dick hard once more. He opened his eyes, his face dubious.

“Don’t think I could take all that again, Unc,” He said. “But….” Smiling an impish grin, “You think you could do that thing with your finger again?”

“You mean, play with your prostate?”

“My what?”

“Your prostate.”

“What’s that…. Ahhhhhh!” He moaned, my finger prodding his swollen prostate. “Whatever it’s called, that’s it!” He whimpered, his toes curling. “Damn, do all guys have that?” He hissed, his eyes closing when I diddled his prostate again.

“Yes.”

With great effort he opened his eyes, his face a question mark. “Why?”

“It helps in sperm production,” I explained, sliding my finger salaciously across his.

He moaned, his body shuddering. “Damn Unc, you gone make me…” His eyes squeezing shut, he grunted, his dick slinging away from his body. With a loud wail, he pitched a huge dollop of boy cream sky high. His dick pulled back towards his body, then slung up again, another round spurting high. Cringing and gasping, Rich shot off like a Roman Candle, his toes clinging tightly to the edge of the tub, his tummy quivering.

Finally, his dick still convulsing, he lay back in the tub, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I played with his swollen prostate a little longer, reveling in how his dick bounded up, every time I hit the right spot.

“Damn Unc, you got to stop. It’s driving me crazy!” He yelped, sitting up.

His eyes wide, he excitedly proclaimed, “Damn, if I could get you to do that EVERY night, I’d be totally cool! How’d you find that?”

“Ancient Chinese secret,” I taunted, pulling my finger out. He looked down at the mess he’d made, shaking his head in wonder.

“Damn, I learn how to do that, I bet ALL the niggas on my football team be wanting it!” He gushed. I thought about all the cute boys at his graduation and my dick bounded upward. Splashing water on his cum soaked torso, he stepped out the tub. I stared, admiring what a stunning study in male seductiveness he was. His body glistening from head to toe, I had to hold myself back.

He was anxious to get me off but he informed me he had to get to football practice. Throwing clothes on faster than he’d got out of them, he kept flashing me seductive grins.

Dressed in his uniform he was even more stunning. ”Check, I definitely got this, next time,” He said, surreptitiously squeezing my hard dick, a devious grin on his face. Like a silly school girl, my pulse quickened, reddening my face.

“O…Ok,” I stuttered.

“I’ll set it up, no prob, ok?”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” I said. He kissed me one last time, hesitating like he’d stay. Then, looking at his watch, he sighed, “I gotta go. You can to lock up, right?”

“Yeah… sure.”

“Thanks Unc,” He gushed, “this was totally cool,” and then, he dashed out the door, sprinting down the stairs. I heard him slam the door but my feet wouldn’t move. I was still standing there when I heard his car jet off in the distance.

Rich's uncle tells me they're still involved and that they get together often. Rich will be attending college near his uncle's and may move in with him. Rich's mom is none the wiser but happy he's found a friend in his "uncle". There is word Tristan's onto Rich and uncle's "arrangement" but he's totally cool with it. In fact, rumors have been circulating that Tristan's been over uncle's house a few times too, but uncle wants to remain anonymous so we'll just leave it at that.

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