Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 12:37:54 -0500 From: email@example.com Subject: Sharing My Room with Uncle Dave part 2 The next morning I woke up in the bed alone. That already felt unusual to me, because Uncle Dave was usually next to me when I woke up in the morning. I got out of bed and realized my underwear was still off from the night before. I put a pair on and went to the bathroom, and then the kitchen where everyone was talking and having coffee. Everyone started calling me sleepy head because I had slept so late, and Uncle Dave just smiled and laughed. It was probably only 9:00 am, but my family usually got up early every morning. For some reason, I didn't feel embarrassed or different about what had happened with Uncle Dave the night before. I believe it was because everyone was acting like they normally do in the mornings. It also may have been because I knew no one would find out because he wanted to keep it a secret. Who knows how a 9 years old boy's mind works at the time? Uncle Dave was sitting in his underwear at the table, just like me. My father wasn't home, but it was common for him to eat breakfast at the table in his underwear too. So this was not unusual behavior for my family. My mother was a little more conservative with nightgowns and my sister always seem to wear pajamas too. I guess it was a man thing in our family to walk around in our underwear. Since Uncle Dave had been living with us, I always seemed to have my eye on him. I'm sure I wasn't as sneaky at staring as I thought I was at the time, so I would continuously sneak peaks of him all the time. I now know that he fully noticed, and would purposely tease me to satisfy my curiosity. While eating my cereal at the table, I remember having the perfect view of his legs and feet. His legs were covered in dark hair, and his feet had some dark hair on them too. I was unusually drawn to his feet, but did not understand it. I just couldn't help watching his feet. He didn't do much to prevent me from watching him or his feet either. He was sitting at the end of table while I was sitting at the corner by him. He would stretch his legs out and wiggle his toes while I ate. I just ate my cereal while stealing glances at his legs and feet. I was always pretty quiet and observant, so no one thought of it as strange for me to sit quietly and stare at things. When he would watch T.V., he would always have his feet up on something, and this gave me a chance to see them. I'm not sure if it was his continuous rubbing his feet on me at night that caused this, but I definitely had an attraction for his feet. His feet were size 10 and seemed huge to me at the time. He was always scratching his feet and playing with his toes by rubbing them. Here I was, 9 years old and wanting to touch them too. My father worked for an oil company in the 1980's, and was busy traveling to locations to drill oil. This kept him away for months at a time. I believe he was working away at this time because he wasn't home. After breakfast that same day, while my uncle and I were watching T.V., my mother announced that she needed to do some shopping, and told me to quickly get dressed. I whined about this because I hated shopping with my mother and sister. It was always boring to me, and I also knew I wanted to stay home with Uncle Dave. I told her I wanted to stay home and not go shopping, but she insisted. I kept asking her, And finally, Uncle Dave said, "Don't worry about him, I don't mind if he stays here." "We can watch T.V. together." She asked him if he was sure, because she didn't want to assume that he would babysit and not to feel obligated. My mom and my sister left, so Uncle Dave and I continued to watch T.V. that afternoon. When my mom went shopping that usually meant she was gone for the most of the day. She would visit my dad's sisters, and many times they would end up shopping together. Her shopping sprees would be hours and hours. She only spent that much time shopping when dad was gone. Uncle Dave sat on the sofa with his feet up watching a movie, and thumbing through one of his magazines. When my mother wasn't around he seemed to be always looking at one. I took full advantage of staring at him, especially his feet. His whole body fascinated me, but I was really curious about those feet. He must have noticed me staring at his feet. It was then he first asked me because asked me, "Why don't you rub my feet for me?" Without saying I word I went over to the sofa and started rubbing his feet. I'm sure I really didn't know what I was doing, but I did have a close-up view of his feet. He encouraged me by telling me I was doing a good job. He then asked me a funny question, because I haven't even thought of it. "Joey, do my feet smell?" I slowly put my nose to them and gave them a big whiff and quietly told him, "No." His feet did not smell bad. I felt surprised that his feet did not have a bad odor, since feet were usually associated with bad smells. I'm sure I was more playing with them than giving them a good foot rub. I noticed there were dark little hairs on each toe, and then I noticed the dark hairs on top of the foot and all the hair running up his legs into his underwear. As an adult now, I remember him having great feet. He must have taken good care of them . I noticed Uncle Dave's dick was hard in his underwear, and he would stick his hand in his underwear while I was playing with his feet. Uncle Dave then told me. "Joey, since they don't smell, I wonder what they taste like." I couldn't believe what he just said. Was he really wanting me to taste his feet? I had never heard of anyone doing that before. He must have noticed my face because he then said, "Taste my toes and tell me what they taste like." "Suck on them, and tell me how they taste." Not sure how this new experience was turning into, I hesitantly bent down to start sucking on his toes. I first touched it with my tongue to test it. That funny feeling in my stomach was really strong at the time. It really didn't have much of a taste, so I put my mouth over it and started to suck on it like he had told me to. Uncle Dave asked, "What do they taste like?" "Tell me." Well, my 9 years old mind couldn't explain the taste to him. So, I just told him, "I don't know." Then he asked me, "Do they taste good or bad?" I answered, "Good." After a few minutes, I really became focused on what I was doing, so I was startled when Uncle Dave started moaning and cussing. "Shit, Joey keep on doing that." "Yeah, I really like that." "It feels so nice." By this time he had slid his underwear down and was jerking on his dick. He then told me to wait a minute, so he could take his underwear off. I was obviously transfixed by the view because it was new to me. There I was at my Uncle Dave's feet looking up between his legs while he was jerking his dick. His balls were huge and hairy and moving around while he jerked off. I could slightly see his hairy crack because his legs were parted. I was totally fascinated and shocked by his hairy crack. He moaned at me, "Suck them harder." "Oh, Yeah, like that." I was really enjoying making him happy, and loving his feet at the same time. He then told me to stop, and move up so I could suck on his dick the same way I was sucking on his toes. Again, I was a little shy and needed just a little more encouragement to do that. While staring at him jerking on it, He told me, "I just need to know if it tastes good or bad. If it tastes bad you can quit." I crawled up between his legs, and he pointed his dick towards my face, And he said, "Taste it, Come on." Touching it with my tongue like I did with his big toe, I tasted it. I think I was that it didn't taste bad. He said, "There you go" "Like that." "Just taste it." "Try it again, but this time lick it." Uncle Dave asked, "Joey, does it taste good or bad?" I responded by answering, "It tastes good." I'm sure I would have not told him that it tasted bad, even if it did. He must have showered that morning, because it had a soapy smell and taste to it. Uncle Dave said, "Suck it, just like you were sucking my big toe." I began to do what he asked, and tasted something sweet. At that time, I didn't realize it was precum. I obviously could not fit the whole thing in my mouth, but Uncle Dave was acting like he was enjoying it by his sounds. He continuously said things like,"Keep on sucking Joey!" "That feels so good!" "Cover your lips with your teeth, and suck like that." "Oh yeah, that's good." "Fuck!" He would try to push my head down further, but I would begin to gag, and he became a little gentler about it. I noticed him thrusting his hips, but had no idea what would happen next. He began shooting creamy liquid into my mouth. I remember the taste of it as sweet and salty, just like the night before, except it was warm this time. All the while, he was moaning, and I had a mouth full of warm creamy liquid. I had only swallowed a little, so most of it still filled my mouth. After he had calmed down, he looked at me with my mouth partially open and full of cum. He then told me, "Don't spit it out, Come up here now." I think I was in shock that his dick had squirted that same liquid into my mouth I had tasted the night before. I don't think I knew what to do with it all, and that is probably why I kept in my mouth. I crawled up to him so we were face to face, And he said, "Just stay still because I'm going to kiss you on the lips." I suppose he told me that because he thought I might find it strange, that he would want to kiss me on my lips. He then gently put his lips on my closed mouth, And he said, "Now open your mouth." My mouth, which was full of cum and the kissing grossed me out a little at the time, but I did whatever he wanted. It was my first actual kiss, and I was not sure what I thought of it yet. He began pushing his tongue in my mouth, licking my lips, and sucking some of the cum that was left in my mouth. Again, I felt his thick and rough moustache and beard while he kissed me with his open mouth. He said, "Stick out your tongue." Uncle Dave then sucked on my tongue for what seemed like forever to me at the time. I'm not sure how he acquired the taste of cum, but he like it a lot and made sure he got as much as he could from my mouth. Also, while kissing me he was rubbing his feet on me, which I loved when he did that. I realize now, I felt hypnotized by him at the time and would do anything he asked of me. I believe once he realized that I would do anything for him, he became more comfortable by letting me know what he wanted to do. Our relationship continued for almost 4 years.