I GOT JAKED
by Zachyboy
M/b, b/b, oral, anal, incest

Me and Benny were playing Dicks and Butts tonight when he asked me if my
uncle jaked me yet. Dicks and Butts is where you wrestle with your pants
off. Jaked is where you get fucked in the butt.

I'm Ryan and I'm 11. Benny is my best friend and he's only 10.

"So did your uncle jake you yet?" Benny asked me, with his ass straddling
my chest and his boner up my nose.

"Nope," I said. "I guess he's still working up the nerve."

My uncle's name is Jake, so every time Benny talks about him fucking me
someday, he says, "Ha-ha, your uncle's gonna jake you," and he thinks he's
fucking hee-larious.

I pin him down and I squeeze his nuts a little.

"How'd you like it if I jake you, numb-nuts? Right up your Hershey
highway?"

"Wouldn't bother me," Benny shrugs. "I like it up there."

We wrestle some more and it's hot. Sometimes when I pin him really soft, he
arches his back like he wants to get fucked. And sometimes I fuck him. And
sometimes he does it to me.

I'm actually kinda jealous, because Benny's already getting jaked by his
dad. There's even a story about it online his dad wrote. There's also a
story about me drinking my uncle's cum. Apparently there's a lot of stories
floating around about us. It's a popular season for us.

"Shit," I told Benny after I read both their stories. "We gotta get my
uncle and your dad together."

"Yep," Benny said. "They're good writers."

"I sound like I drink cum pretty good," I smiled, kinda patting myself on
the back.

"And my ass is a treasure, according to Chapter 1," Benny bragged.

I don't really get that part about Benny's butt smelling good, but I didn't
want to hurt his feelings. I play Dicks and Butts with Benny all the the
time. I mean, there's nothing wrong with it, but it's not like you want to
make out with it or anything.

"Your dad really likes smelling your butt that much?" I asked him,
scratching my head.

"Oh yeah," Benny answered. And there was a little moan in his voice.

"And you like him down there smelling it?" I asked.

"Definitely," Benny said, adjusting his hard-on.

"Okay. Whatever works, I shrugged.

And I pinned him on the floor and I sucked his cock.

And when it got hard enough, he jaked me.

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So, here's what my uncle wrote about me drinking his sperms.

Benny read it out loud to me from the story that's online.

"Listen to this part," he said. "With a movement so fast it could have been
a magic trick, Ryan reached out quietly and took my leaking dick into both
of his little hands. He held it there, just for a second, mesmerized by its
size and its power."

"Ha!" I said. "My uncle's got power! Like Spider-Man! Like Spider-Dick!"

"What's mesmerized?" Benny asked.

"It means I squeezed his cock too hard," I told him.

"Oh."

"Keep going."

"Spit on it, Ryan," Benny read out loud to me. "Can you make it wet for me,
baby? Can you make it more slippery?"

"Ewww."

"Did you do that?"

"Of course I did. It was dry."

"Ewww."

"What are you saying `ewww' for? Your dad smells your butt crack."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Read some more."

"Fine."

He read the part where I swallowed my uncle's cum:

"He pulled my dick toward his own sweet lips without missing a single,
perfect stroke. He opened wide, wider than I could imagine, wider than I
thought possible, as I directed my pulsating cockhead right into his gaping
boy mouth."

"Wow," I said.

"Wow," Benny agreed.

We both just sort of sat there for a minute, taking it in.

"What's pulsating?" Benny asked.

"That means it wiggled." I told him. "He's really good at pulsating."

"What's gaping?" Benny asked.

"I have no idea," I told him.

"Well, apparently you gape," he said. "It says right here. Your gaping boy
mouth."

"Whatever," I shrugged. "I guess I gape."

"Wow," Benny said. "It sounds like he liked it."

"Yeah," I said. "He comes into my bedroom all the time. I suck him every
night."

"He must like your gape," Benny said.

"Yep," I said. "I'm pretty sure he does. Whatever it is."

"Yep," he said.

We sat there for a minute.

"But he still hasn't jaked you?"

"Nope," I said, kinda with my sad voice. "Not yet anyway."

"Give him time," Benny said. "Cheer up, he will."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "They always jake you in the end."

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A few days after Benny started getting jaked by his dad, I asked him what
it felt like.

"Does it hurt?" I asked him.

"Does it hurt?" he answered, like it was the dumbest question in the
world. "Of course it hurts, dummy. It's a dick up your butt."

"Oh," I said, thinking maybe I didn't want to get jaked after all.

"But it only hurts at first," Benny added quickly. "Then it gets really
good."

"Do you get your tingles?" I asked him.

"Mostly," he told me. "Sometimes if I don't get them when he's jaking me,
he sucks my cock when he's done."

"Wow," I said. "That's cool."

"Yeah," he said. "He's good down there. He likes to suck and lick around a
lot."

"In your butt?" I asked him, wondering why a guy would want to lick a kid's
butt.

"Oh yeah," Benny said in that moany voice again. "After your uncle jakes
you, ask him to lick around in your butt for a while. You don't want to
miss that. Believe me. It's a winner."

"Hmm," I said. "I'll put that on my request list."

"Good," he said "And the jaking...it hurts at first, but then it feels
good."

"And it all goes up inside you?" I asked, not really believing that was
possible. "The whole cock?"

"Yep," he said. "Right up the old poop chute."

"Wow," I said. "How do you know? How can you see how much is in?"

"Oh, believe me," he said, with that moany voice again. "You don't have to
see if it's in. You KNOW that it's in."

"Wow," I said. "I'm scared, I think but I still kinda want him to jake me."

"Just tell him," Benny shrugged. "Next time you're getting ready to drink
his sperms, just stop and push his cock aside. Tell him you want him to
jake you instead."

"Yeah?" I asked him, wondering if it would work. Was it really that simple?

"Just say, `Jake me, Uncle Jake,'" he said. "Only say `fuck me' instead. If
you say `jake me,' he might get confused. If you say `fuck me,' believe me,
you're gonna get jaked."

"Hmph." I considered this. "Worth a shot."

"Only, bite a pillow when he sticks it in the first couple of times," he
smiled, knowing what I didn't.

"Even if he's nice?" I said, kind of panicked.

"Even if he's nice," he nodded. "Because once he gets in there, and gets
toward the end of it...?" he added...

"Yeah...?" I said, a little bit scared and a whole lot excited...

"Hang onto something," Benny grinned. "Hang on tight."

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After Benny went home, I went online and read some more of what my uncle
wrote about me. I think it's kinda hot how many guys out there jacked off
to how I sucked my uncle and drank all his sperms. My uncle wrote:

"His little lips wrapped around my cockhead made my mind explode. His
little tongue flicked out into my piss slit, trying to get it all before it
came out. He didn't give up anything. He ate my wad with gusto. I never had
anybody eat my jizz like that, not ever. No grown-up man ever did me like
that. And my nephew Ryan was gobbling it. Loving it. Needing it. "Mmmm,"
Ryan moaned. "Good drink...good drink."

Yep. That part's defintiely true. I do like how it tastes, a lot. It's
sweet. Like Pepsi. Only burny-in-your-throat. But still good.

I like drinking it. A lot.

But I wish he'd get braver and jake it up my ass.

That part of me is hungry for it too.

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"Fuck me, Uncle Jake," I whispered to him that night, just like Benny told
me to.

"Oh baby," he groaned.

His cock was out. It was already hard as a rock. I sucked it and stroked it
like I always did when he came into my room that summer, and now I wanted
it inside me. I was done sucking it tonight. Tonight I just wanted him to
fuck me.

I needed to know what it felt like to be fucked.

I needed to know what it felt like to be jaked.

"I'm too big, baby," he whispered back. "It'll hurt you, sweetie. It'll
hurt your butt."

"Nuh-uh," I told him, pulling him down into my bed. "Benny's dad fucks him
all the time. His butt's even littler."

"Nnnggh," he moaned, picturing it in his mind.

"It'll be okay," I told him. "It's fine. It IS. Benny showed me what to
do."

I took my hand and I squeezed his cock. I showed him the Vaseline I already
put on my bedside table.

Cap off, inviting. Just waiting for him to use it.

I reached out and grabbed a gob in my fingers. I slathered his dick up.

He reached for some too and he fingered my hole.

And then kissing me, and telling me how beautiful I was, my uncle finally
jaked me.

He jaked me good.

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My legs were in the air. My feet were up over his shoulders. His slippery
cock was pushing in and out of me like a shiny spear I could feel all the
way up into my tummy.

I know I was moaning. I know I was crying.

But not scared tears. Not hurt tears.

I was crying good tears because it felt so good.

Because this is how I always wanted him to love me, and tonight he was
finally doing it.

Tonight he was finally filling me up with the most love I ever had.

He leaned into my face, cock still embedded deep in my ass, and lapped at
my lip with his tongue. Lapped at mouth, hungry and tender. Kissed my
lips. Pried my mouth open with his wet, sweet tongue. Deeply kissed
me. Moaned and made love to me. Our lips, our moans, vibrated together,
buzzing love in each other's mouths. Wrestling tongues. Dancing licks of
love.

It felt so good, his cock filling me up. Sliding in and out of my wide-open
hole. I gripped his ass cheeks. I pulled him into me further.

"Oh Ryan," he grunted. "Oh baby. Oh angel."

And then he was cumming.

"NNNNNGGGHHH!!!"

He was cumming, and grunting, and jamming my fuck hole.

It felt so good. It felt so hungry.

It made me cum too. Watery drops. Honey sweet. Glistening nectar on my
tummy, my pubis.

I had no hair back then.

He fucked me hard and made me cum on my own hairless mound.

And then he was all over my body. Pulling his cock out, and empty sad
feeling.

But replaced by everything.

Kissing. Licking. Eating my sperm.

Lifting my legs again and tonguing his semen out of my ass.

His hunger never stopped. I never, ever wanted it to.

He was 36-years-old that summer and I was 11.

I never felt that loved before.

I never will again.

"I love you, Uncle Jake," I whispered, curling and cuddling and crying in
his arms.

"Shhh, sweet baby," he said, stroking my hair. "Don't cry, little man. I
love you too. So much. So much."

He kissed me again. And held me. All night.

And Benny never told me this part.

He never told me when it's over, how safe you feel.

How new.

How special.

How completely loved and full.

The jaking is just the beginning part.

The love that comes after is the best of the rest.

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"So, he jaked you, huh?" Benny asked with a grin.

"Yep," I shrugged. "No big deal."

"Did it hurt?" Benny asked.

"A little," I said, but bragging, "not much."

"My dad jaked me last night too," Benny said. "He pretty much jakes me
every night."

"Mmm-hmm," I smiled, thinking of my uncle. Thinking of Benny's dad. Two
good jakers, that's what we had.

"You better get ready for it," Benny warned me (and it turned out to be
right). "Once they jake you, they're coming back for seconds. And
thirds. And fourths..."

"I get it," I said. "And fifths. And sixths..."

"I'm up to 60 now," Benny bragged.

"You count?" I asked him.

"Sure," he shrugged. "Why not? Somebody might ask."

"Whatever," I said.

"Did you gape?" he asked.

"Did I what?" I responded.

"Did you gape when he jaked you? It means "wide open." I looked it up."

"Yep," I said, and I sure wasn't kidding. "I gaped. I gaped a LOT."

"Yep," Benny said. "I figured you gaped. You can't help it. They're big."

"Yep," I admitted. "Way big. WAY big."

I wondered whose dick was bigger. My uncle or Benny's dad? It would be
interesting to compare.

"You wanna go camping with us?" Benny asked out of the blue. "My dad's got
a cabin in the woods. We're going for the week pretty soon. Wanna come? You
and your Uncle Jake?"

I smiled. I considered this.

"Wanna cum?" he'd asked.

And I did. I wanted to cum very much.

Me and my uncle.

Benny and his dad.

The four of us alone? In a cabin in the woods?

"Sign me up for that one," I grinned.

"Good," he said. "I'll tell my dad."

"I'll tell my uncle."

And that's how we all met each other that summer.

How we all got together.

And we all got jaked, in every combination you can imagine.

But that's a story for a different time, reader-guy.

Zip up your pants and click on the next story.

There's enough stories about me on here already.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com