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Subject: Bobby Boy Part Three Gay Incest Bobby-Boy You can give Nifty a few pets in the form of a fty/donate.html 100% Fiction, Adult Content: Mb Part Three That night I dreamed I was sleeping in Uncle Billy’s bed, wrapped in his arms, his hand lightly running down my belly and then settling over my naked, little boy dick. He held me lightly, then his hand cupped my balls. My little orbs seemed so heavy, so big in his hand. My fleshy scrotum seemed to overflow his hand, while above my small boy dick seemed so much longer and thicker. It seemed to pulse with need and naughtiness. I woke up with my hand grasping my hard-on through my underwear. I smiled, pulled my underwear down, and went back to sleep with my little boy dick in my hand. I got that morning and spent the day taking any chance I got to pull my shorts down and show my dick. I went outside and did it. I went to the mall with my mom, and I did it there. I got naked in the dressing room and opened the door, but no one was there. I hoped that maybe a grandpa type of man might be there for me to show off my hard little dick. There was no one, but I still had fun. There was nowhere in the grocery store for me to unzip my pants and pull it out, but I settled for a quick flash in the backseat of the car on the way home. That night, after my mom said goodnight, I took my pj’s off and slept naked, rubbing my hard-on against the sheet. The day after, I got up, got my chores done, and got out of the house pretty quick that next morning and I nearly ran over to Uncle Billy’s. I dinged his doorbell, and he let me in. As soon as the door shut, he had me up in his arms with a big hug. My face was in his neck. His hand found my butt, his fingers rubbing just over where my little boy hole was covered by my shorts. I felt a real rush of sexiness, of excitement from him doing that. “Thought maybe we’d go to the bookstore,” Billy suggested, “and look at stuff? What do you think?” “Yeah! That would be great!” He grabbed his keys and got his shoes on, and we climbed into his truck. Once on the road, he put his hand on my upper thigh and winked at me. I spread my legs for him. At that moment, I wanted him to touch me however he wanted out here where anyone could see me being naughty. I knew he wouldn’t, but I hoped that he would. Two of his fingers ran up under the cuff of my shorts, almost touching my little boy balls. I stretched my legs out, and I unzipped my shorts. He laughed at me, and one finger tugged at my open fly. With a grin, I reached over and unzipped his shorts, working at getting the zipper down. I pressed against that big pouch between his legs. He put his hand over mine as I worked at him. I pulled his fly wide open, so it gaped, showing off his underwear. “Take it out,” he said, his voice hesitant. I reached between my legs and pulled my hard dick out of the fly of my shorts. It stuck up stiff and eager, touching at my shirt. “That’s beautiful. What about your balls?” I fished around as I could and hauled my sack out. It hung between my legs, and I pulled the skin of my scrotum out as far as it would go. “Nice! You’re really gonna have some big balls.” He ran a hand up my leg, just touching so slightly at my sack, his pinky running up behind my fleshy bag before moving back. “Now… maybe… pull mine out?” he said. “If you wanted to. You don’t have to.” I smiled at him with a huge blush. “Can I?” “Sure. You can pull my penis out… but like I said, only if you want to.” I reached over and slid my hand into his open fly. It was warm, and his dick was huge. I spread my fingers out. His balls were right there, and I pressed my fingers down. “Whew…” I heard him say. My fingers felt for the edge of his underwear, and I pulled down on it as best I could. I felt his bushy hair under my fingers. And there was the long, hard tube of his dick. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the heat of that fleshy tube for the first time. I was thrilled. I couldn’t believe I had Uncle Billy’s grown-up penis in my hand. He pressed down over my hand and smiled at me. “It’s big. You think you can handle it?” I grinned an embarrassed grin, covering my mouth with the other hand, and nodded. I pulled that fat dick out of his fly. Where the waistband of his underwear caught it, it stuck right up to his belly. The head was red and wet, leaking that clear stick fluid from the hole in the tip. I held lightly onto his penis, thrilling at its hardness in my hand. I lightly ran my palm up and down the vein that bulged down the backside of it. The wetness from his penis hole was making a wet spot on his shirt, and it began to drool down the shaft. I got it on şişli travesti my hand; I loved it, so glad I was making him so happy. I then worked to pull out that heavy sack of his balls, amazed at how much scrotum filled my hand and how giant each testicle was as I worked them out of his fly. I was fascinated by them. I weighed each ball on my fingers and cupped his heavy scrotum to feel them moving against my hand. Uncle Billy giggled at me, his finger sneaking back to my own balls and lighting rubbing at my scrotum. When we got to the bookstore, I watched him tuck his hard-on and his balls away, zipping up his fly. I started to get out of the truck. “Better put your hard penis and those big balls away, little boy,” he said with a wink and a grin. I was so caught up watching him and touching him that I forgot my own little boy dick was still waving high and proud. I pushed my penis and balls back into my shorts and jumped out. I darted around the side of the truck and grabbed his hand. He smiled at me and squeezed my smaller hand in his big mitt, and we walked in together. We browsed awhile and was pleased when I was called Uncle Billy’s son by one of the book people working there. He smiled at me with a wink. We stood in the racks, and Billy stood behind me, his fingers dipping to my shorts, and snatching them down in the back, baring my behind. I almost darted away, but Billy kept a hand on me and gave a quick shush. I stayed in place as he felt me up, the backs of his fingers stroking over my bare bottom. It was thrilling being so naughty in a public place, my butt exposed to my Uncle. He hitched my shorts up and squeezed at my shoulders. He then stood in front of me and lifted his shirt to his waist. I pulled down on his shorts as well as I could until his big butt shined out. It was so hairy with brown, rust fuzz, and I loved how the soft flesh felt in my hands. I put my thumbs to the edges of his crack and squeezed, noticing how dark and hairy it seemed to be in between. I wrapped my arms around his waist and stood up against him. My hands balled together over his bulge and my chest against his bare buns. He soon pulled away and straightened up with a naughty glimmer in his eye. Uncle Billy let me get a few things, and we headed out. Once in the truck, Billy undid his shorts and pushed them down with his underwear and off his feet. I was amazed at him being so naked and so daring right there in the truck in front of the bookstore. I grinned at him. “You too?” he asked. I was hesitant, and I looked around, but I wanted to be that naughty. I wanted to be just like Uncle Billy. I pushed my shorts and underwear down and off my feet as well. I spread my legs, lifting one knee up. He reached over and his hand over my groin, his fingers and thumb split around my dick and balls. I gasped. Then he held it. I stared at his fingers, holding my little boy dick. I felt it throb in his fingers. It was so naughty, so thrilling that he was touching me between my legs like that, right out in public. His forefinger slipped behind my balls, and he hefted them in the air, shaking my sack. I looked up at him. He was staring right in my eyes with that wicked grin and those eyes on fire. He leaned over and kissed me, stroking my dick up and down with his thumb and forefinger. When he sat up, I reached over and held his thick, turgid erection, stroking it as he did mine. On the upstroke, a roll of wet sticky juice oozed up and out of the hole in the head of his penis. It slid down the shaft to my fingers. “You like that big dick, little boy?” he asked me with a really huffy breath. “Yeah, I do.” I squeezed it, and more juice rolled out. “I love it.” I realized that sounded a little goofy as we pulled away and went home. In the driveway, we dressed and went inside. Once in, he lifted me up, and I hugged around his shoulders. He carried me into the living room. “Get them clothes off, boy,” he said, and quickly we were both naked. We sat in his big chair, me in his lap. His hard, oozing dick sticking up between my legs. I opened my mouth and leaned into his, and we kissed long and hard. My tongue lapped at his mouth, and he drilled his tongue as far into my mouth as he could. He pulled up and looked at me with one of those grins. “You want to see some dirty movies?” “Like naked girls?” “If that’s what you want to see. How about some naked men?” “Yeah, I said, I’d like to see that.” “More than naked girl titties?” he asked with a raise of his eyebrows. I nodded at him with a blush. “You’d like to see some naked dudes play with themselves?” I nodded again. “Maybe some naked dudes playing naked with beylikdüzü travesti each other? Would you like that more than a naked girl’s tits and vagina?” I nodded again. I mean, I guess I did. At that point, anything naughty was fun, but having the choice, yeah, it seemed natural to want to see some naked men playing naughty games. He flicked on the TV with the remote, a trail of sticky fluid connecting my belly and his dick and brought up a list of films that must have been on a flash drive or something. He clicked the first one, and it looked like a grandpa kind of guy. He walked into a big bedroom, talking the whole time about how horny he felt and how he just needed to get out of his clothes and jerk. “What’s that?” I asked out loud. “Jerking? That’s how men play with themselves when they want to feel really good. Do you jerk off?” “I don’t think so,” I said, and he grinned. And really, I hadn’t jerked off or even had an orgasm at that point. I knew it felt good to rub and play with my little boy dick and balls, but that was about it as far that went. “Well, just watch, and he’ll show you what to do!” Uncle Billy said. The grandpa was soon taking off his shirt, his chest and round belly so hairy with gray and black fur. He pulled at his thick nipples, the camera moving in close to show him playing with them. He moaned and pinched at them. “He likes that?” I asked. “Oh, yes. Playing with your tits like that is big fun. How do you think you get them so big?” Billy said with a chuckle and a tweak of his own thick nubs. His hands played and pinched lightly at my own as he cupped my breasts. Oh yes, I thought, that is nice. He firmly mashed my right nipple between a finger and thumb, and I cried out. “That ok?” he whispered. “Yeah…” I gasped. It felt like a little lightning bolt shot through me. I covered his hand with my own and pressed down, and he did it again. My back arched, and I actually moaned. “Oh, you like that.” He paused the film and pushed me to the side a bit. He leaned in and put my nipple between his lips. “Oh… oh… oh…” escaped my lips and a cry out as he lightly bit his teeth together over it. “Oh, little baby, I know what you need. I know what you like,” he whispered, moving to the other breast. My hands held his head as he suckled and nipped lightly at me. He pulled back with a smile, looking between my legs. He pulled one knee up and rubbed a finger between my balls, which were pulled up tight to either side of my aching hard-on. “You do like that…” he hissed, “…oh yes…” His finger slipped down my taint, nearing my little boy hole, but did not stray there. He moved me firmly back into his lap, my legs pulled up and wide, his cock stick up over my balls, and we watched the man on the screen undress, showing us his hard dick and then kneeling on all fours on the bed so we could see his balls hanging from behind and his hole on display. I didn’t mind seeing his hole. I thought I would turn away, but I was fascinated at that pucker between the halves of his bottom. His hand pulled his left cheek back further, really showing off his anus. “You like his butthole?” “Yeah…” “Really?” “Yeah…” I said, touching my dick. Billy saw me playing with myself, and he played with my breasts a bit before taking his own dick in his hand, squeezing more of that juice out of the tip. His fingers scooped some off the tip. “Let go, buddy,” he said, indicated my hand on my dick. I did, and he rubbed that sticky juice up and down my hard-on with his finger. I went back to rubbing my dick and stretching my ball sack. The man on the screen was soon on his back, stroking his dick. “I just gotta cum,” the man said, “I really need to jerk myself.” “Come?” I asked. “That means have an orgasm. Have you heard about that?” “Yeah, dad told me, but I don’t think I’ve ever had that. I mean, I haven’t intercoursed a girl…” Billy laughed at me. “You don’t have to have sex to have an orgasm. You can do that for yourself whenever you want. Though, I would say, having an orgasm with a friend… or…” he said, looking down at me, “…with your uncle, is even better. Especially if you help each other.” “Like sex?” “Yeah… like sex…” he whispered to me and kissed my head. I was quiet, turning my attention to the man. “See?” Billy said, stroking long strokes on his thick, long dick, the head curved up slightly to be looking back at me with a line of drool from the hole in the head. I tried to mimic what I saw, and I think I got the hang of it. My balls were so tight against me, and my dick ached and ached. I pulled and stroked, letting him put more of that sticky istanbul travesti juice on me. Suddenly, all at once, my butthole seemed to clinch up in the best feeling I ever had. I started really panting. “Oh, sweet baby, keep going,” my Uncle said, cradling me and kissing at my head. It kept getting more intense, and I felt it run up from my hole, through my balls, and out the top of my dick. I arched my back, and my dick throbbed and bounced in my hand. “Oh, sweet baby, oh sweet baby,” my Uncle kept saying, kissing the side of my head. It was like Christmas and New Year’s Eve all rolled into one blast out of my dick. I shuddered, my teeth chattered, and I had gooseflesh. I looked up at him. “Did I do it?” “I believe you did, little boy,” he said with that naughty grin. “You liked that?” “Yeah!” and I pulled at his head, and we kissed long and hard. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth on mine. I pulled at his hair and squirmed up into him. My tits were stiff little mounds, his fingers pulling at them, and my dick never relented, remaining hard and erect. My balls were soft for a bit, but soon they were drawn right up against my taint, Billy’s fingers rubbing right there. “You need it again, don’t you, little boy?” “Yes… yes…” I said, pushing against him. I knew that’s what I liked and that I needed to do it again. Turning back to the TV, the man was still stroking, and he also had a long line of wet, sticky juice dangling from his fat dick head as well. Uncle Billy kept an arm around me as we both stroked. His dick and hand sometimes nudged against my hand or into my balls as we both jerked together. “Jerk yourself, Bobby, cum as hard as you can…” The man was super horny by now, and he was whimpering and gasping. “Watch him shoot.” “Shoot what?” “When he has an orgasm, he’ll squirt semen out.” “Oh yeah, dad said something about that.” The man gasped, and the camera zoomed in, and suddenly, in three ropey bursts, he shot his semen out over his pubic hair and up his belly. “Wow…” I said, “You do that too?” “Yeah, but a lot more,” he laughed, “and you will too in a few years.” We watched the next clip of two grandpas in the shower helping each other bathe and then masturbating together on a couch. It was enough for me, and I jerked and bucked through a second orgasm. It was amazing, maybe even better than the first. I will always remember being held in Billy’s arms as I had my first two cums. After that, his dick was really wet, and he was really stroking it. His balls were tight up against him, the extra skin hanging in a flap. “This is it…” he moaned. His dick head swelled, and out of the big hole, line after line of semen squirted out. First, just dribbling over my balls, then up and over my belly, 2,3,4,5 times in thick, heavy, splattering lines. Billy jerked and moaned under me. His other arm crushed me to him across my chest and neck. I couldn’t believe how amazing it was. So warm, and the smell, I thought it was just incredible. I couldn’t wait to do that myself one day. His dick continued to ooze the white lines of his semen onto me. “That was amazing…” I said. “Yeah…” From then on, I loved being squirted on from a man’s dick. Piss, cum, it didn’t matter; I loved being covered in warm wet from a man’s hard dick. I moved to put my fingers in it, but he moaned, squeezing his shaft, his other hand smearing through all his white sticky semen on my chest and belly, spreading it over me. I loved that. I remember moaning even as he wiped that warm wetness over me. His fingers squeezed up to the head of his dick, and more semen oozed out, coating between his forefinger and thumb. He was so caught in the moment, so aggressive, it was a little scary, but wow, was it thrilling to me. He wrapped on sticky wet hand around my dick and balls, mashing on them, but not harshly, just making my groin completely sticky. His other hand, coated in semen from his dick, came to my face. He pushed it against my lips. I had no choice really but to open up. It was scary, but it was terrific. That warm wetness was now on my lips and in my mouth. I sucked at it just a bit, and then he wiped it over my lips and mouth. He crushed my mouth to his and kissed me. I could taste that odd bitter taste of his semen and thrilled as his tongue took it off my face. When it was done, it was like everything returned to normal. Billy regained his usual composure and demeanor, and I was worn out. We showered together, peed together, and we dried ourselves and dressed. Lunch was great, and so were the movies and video games afterward. Right then, we were just good buddies, uncle and nephew. He left me to work on his computer for an hour or so, and then I scampered off home. Once in my room for bedtime, I was naked, achingly erect, and pulling at myself. I had two more crazy good orgasms and went fast to sleep. All feedback and chat are welcome: ail

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