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you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file 
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story codes: (b/b, M/b  – mast oral anal incest)   
style: contemporary


“The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad
I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go
Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo
Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh...” -KK


WHAT UNCLES DO BEST    by DEBONAIR

For Zeke

1.

   As they often did after school, the two boys were roughhousing
in front of the SpongeBob cartoons. No one was home to tell them 
to calm down. They could do whatever they wanted for a two-hour 
span, especially things their mom didn’t approve of. 

Entering the house, they had stripped down to their underpants as
soon as the door closed behind them. The California sun was simply
too hot to keep clingy humid clothes on. Being half Mexican, half
black, the white of their briefs shone flamboyantly in the middle
of their luscious brown bodies. 

Then, they had turned on the TV and smacked each other around, 
screaming at the top of their lungs. Within minutes, the restless
brothers were pushing and grabbing each other, falling to the 
floor and wrestling there. 

Ronald was twelve-years-old and Johnathon nine. Naturally, the 
older boy had the upper hand. He was slim and athletic, which 
meant some muscles were beginning to show on his frame. For a kid
slightly short for his age, he twisted his small sibling mighty 
easily and relished his kid brother’s strident wails of pain. 

Johnathon defended himself fearlessly until he couldn’t take it 
anymore and yelled, “Quit it, homo! You’re hurtin’ me!”

   “Who’s the strongest? Who? Tell me?” Ronald demanded his arm 
locking the little boy’s neck.

   “You’re not,” Johnathon said. “Uncle Richy is!”

They continued to roll on the floor becoming a giggly mass of 
flailing caramel limbs. Despite his lack of physical strength, 
Johnathon put up a good fight. He was nearly as tall as his big 
brother and bore a resemblance because of the same dark hair 
trimmed to a quarter inch on his scalp. He carried a little bit 
of baby fat on his belly and bottom unlike the elder. But this 
didn’t impede his feistiness. He loved to battle the big boy and 
feel their smooth skin rub together. It was exciting in every 
possible way.

For Ronald, it was more like foreplay. He flipped the rambunctious
imp over and slapped his round bottom playfully. After a while, 
every smile the tyke made betrayed his excitement. He groped 
underneath him to see if his nipples were hard. That’s how he 
could tell when the boy was horny. And it was the case. Swiftly,
he pulled Johnathon’s underoos down and dove between his thighs.

The youngster melted as he felt the mouth of his brother suckled 
the head of his dick. Then, the older boy’s lips slid all the way
to the root and back up to the tip. Johnathon hooked his legs 
around his brother’s back and his toes curled down. He rested his
head on the floor and moaned. Ronald sucked the three-inch peg at
a leisurely pace, building up a good dose of pleasure. Once in a
while, he engulfed the small hairless nut sac before going back 
to the wet stiffie.

Out of the blue, Johnathon asked, “How come uncle Richy doesn’t 
have a girlfriend?” 

Ronald released his little brother’s penis from the grip of his 
lips. “I dunno, all the girls are hot for him,” he said. “He’s 
just nineteen. Maybe he’s waiting for the right one. Or he likes 
boys.”

Johnathon’s green eyes lit up. “D’you think he would like to play
sex games with us?”

   “Maybe, I dunno.”

   “Uncle Richy is sooo cool,” Johnathon said. “I think he’d like
it. We should really find out!”

   “Yeah, we could do that,” Ronald shrugged his shoulders and 
stood up. “But for now, pull my undies down and suck my dick.”

The nine-year-old boy giggled and sat on his heels in front of 
his big brother. He tugged on the white briefs. The brown boner 
sprung up like a Jack-in-the-box. As usual, he wrapped his fist 
around it and licked the sticky fluid coming out the pee hole. He
loved the throbbing wiener. It was big and long, at least five 
inches. A half-moon of wispy hairs around the base made it look 
like it had grown a mustache!

He opened wide and slipped the vibrant flesh in his mouth. Right 
away, he bobbed his little head, moving his lips faster and 
faster. The knob brushed against the roof of his mouth. He got on
his knees and leaned forward, that way the knob bumped in the 
back of his throat and he could fit Ronald’s penis completely in
his mouth. He backed off and went down again until his chin 
touched his big brother’s balls.

Johnathon could tell he was doing it right because Ronald was 
moaning and ranting, “Ohhhh yeah, suck it! Yeahhh, Suck my dick! 
Ohhhh I’m gonna CUM!”

He continued to bob his head, squeezing his lips around the rigid
flesh, going faster and faster. Ronald was hissing and his face
made funny grimaces. Johnathon knew what was going to happen next.
He took the penis out of his mouth.

    “Are you gonna shoot the milk stuff, now?”

   “Yeah, don’t spit it out,” Ronald caught his breath. “Just 
swallow it.”

   “Okee, but it tastes yucky...”

With that, Johnathon returned to the oral task, determined to get
his twelve-year-old brother off. It didn’t take long. A few more
seconds of head bobbing and Ronald’s timid load spurted on his 
tongue accompanied by a groan of relief. He leaned back and 
gobbled up the little dollop of slimy sauce, wiping his mouth 
with the back of his hand. A halo of pride illuminated his face.

Ronald threw his brother a smile, his chest heaving. “Wait here.”
he whispered, dashing away. 

Inside his mother’s bra drawer, Ronald found what he was looking
for. When he came back to the living room, he turned the small 
vibrator on. It buzzed like a swarm of bees.

   “Now, it’s my turn to make you cum.” he announced.

2.

   On the way to pick up his nephews for a movie outing, Richy’s 
finger tapped nervously against the steering wheel. His spirit 
oscillated between joy and reluctance whenever he took charge of 
his sister’s children. Not because they were a handful. That he 
could handle. And even though the grandparents often complained, 
“Estos niños están locos!” He didn’t think so. They were not 
crazy kids, just regular boys who happened to be hyperactive.

Nothing of their wild boyish nature bothered him. The dread that
knotted his guts manifested itself strictly because of the awkward
situations that occurred every time he was around the cute 
brothers. He knew that he swung both ways. He dated girls and guys
from his college equally. But lately, his attraction towards 
young boys had rumbled so fiercely that denying it would have 
been ridiculously immature. He suspected the brothers had noticed
it. After all, children are naturally astute when it comes to
perceiving vibes. And he was sending many.

Sometimes, unconsciously, he ogled at one of the brothers for too
long and the object of his attention said, “What’s up Uncle 
Richy?” Or when he received a hug from the boys, his hand slid 
almost on its own to touch the jutting curve at the top of their 
bubble butts. Damn!

The boys were certainly on to him. They always romped around the
house nearly nude, clad in white briefs. Johnathon was very 
affectionate and climbed on his lap. He wiggled and giggled there
moving his lil’ bottom all about on his crotch. Also, he had seen
Ronald lounging on the couch once, his knee bent so that his balls
were clearly visible in the leg hole of his underwear.

Surely they were flirting with him? Or maybe he was just being 
silly? They were too innocent to understand what they were doing.
That’s it. Probably?

The traffic was horrible on the main street to his sister’s house,
but Richy didn’t notice. He was concluding that there were many 
reasons for the brothers to simply adore and look up to him. He 
was their young uncle, in good shape, just nineteen, more like a 
big brother. He was easygoing and always ready for a tickle fight.
He bought all the latest video games and owned piles of Japanese
manga comic books. What kid wouldn’t think he was the coolest 
uncle in the world?

The rusty Honda came to a screeching halt. “Fuck!” Richy cursed,
angry at himself for getting lost in his thoughts. He had almost
run a red light.

Shaking out the trance, the dilemma of what movie to see surfaced
on his mind, ‘Iron Man 2’ or ‘Prince of Persia’? Which one had 
they already seen?

This time he reminded himself to buy popcorn and chocolate bars 
at the concession stand of the movie theater. He would not make 
the same mistake of purchasing those huge rocket frozen pops. 
Watching the bros slurp on the sugary ice had given him a hard-on.
Especially since Ronald had, on purpose, moaned and pursed his
lips on the thing, obviously mimicking a blowjob. 

When Johnathon had said, “Look I can put it all in mouth!” and 
proceeded to cram the whole Popsicle between his lips until only
the stick was protruding out, he had almost creamed his jeans.

Richy parked the car in the driveway and rang the doorbell. 
"Uncle Richy!” Johnathon greeted him, jumping in his arms and 
delivering a wet kiss on his mouth. He held the lively kid under
his butt, one mound in each hand, savouring the moment despite 
the strain of sixty pounds pulling on his shoulders. The older
boy was more reserved, just leaning against him and stroking his
back.

   “Ready, girls,” Richy said. “I got enough dough to take you to
a movie.”
  
   “Yeah!” Johnathon cheered.

   “Thanks Uncle Richy!” Ronald lit up.

Movie night was always a bash for the brothers. They behaved for 
the most part, afraid there wouldn’t be a next time. But sitting 
in the audience, the nasty insults they said at each other 
embarrassed Richy; ‘faggot’, ‘shitface’ ‘dumbass’ ‘cunt’. He 
pinched their elbows to spare himself the condescending looks of
the other movie goers. “Ok, guys, that’s enough. Just shuddup!”

After the movie, they all went back home and the boys stripped 
down to their underwear for the best part of the evening, 
wrestling with uncle Richy. He took off his t-shirt and kicked 
off the action, throwing kids on couches, slamming their faces in
cushions and crushing them under his chest.

The giddy boys attacked him on all sides, screaming “CHARGE!” But
they were out of their league. He had built a lean muscular body 
from years of weightlifting, thick biceps and a six-pack. They 
bounced on him like he was a trampoline.

The battles were never-ending. After four rounds, they were all 
sweaty and panting. Richy loved to peek at Johnathon’s crotch,
where he always spotted a little tent provoked by all the body
rubbing and intimate contacts. The youngster was particularly 
naughty that evening. He kept trying to pull down Ronald’s 
underpants.

   “C’mon guys, play fair.” Richy said without much authority.

Fortunately, they didn’t listen to him. He managed to catch 
tantalizing glimpses of the older boy’s paler buns, even a full 
frontal flash of his nice brown dick and balls. Ronald retaliated
with wedgies; unaware he might cause his uncle to suffer a heart
attack because the ruthless pulling of Johnathon’s waistband 
revealed for a good minute the nine-year-old boy’s erection.

Richy tried to appear like he wasn’t staring too much, but he was.
Right then, he knew he would need to jack off twice coming back 
to his apartment. Otherwise, he would, without a doubt, wake up
the next day, with a pair of boxers soaked in jizz. 

There was no escaping it. 

Every time he babysat, he dreamt all night of his nephews’ 
squeals of delight as he frenziedly rammed his cock in their 
little asses, one after the other.

3.

   His heart was still racing when he shut the engine down in 
front of the apartment complex. His penis was rock hard and 
sideways, pushing painfully against the pocket of his jeans. Man,
these kids were going to drive him completely insane!

Before opening the door, Richy checked the backseat. The nephews 
figured his car was a trash can. They regularly left candy 
wrappers and soda cans back there. He saw a CD case and picked it
up. On the jacket, uneven hand-written letters formed the words,
‘For Uncle Richy’.

He went inside and booted up the computer. A fuzzy feeling 
ballooned in his stomach. The brother’s gifts were always special 
and warmed his heart, even the coarse drawings they did when they
were in kindergarten.

He fed the CD to the machine and clicked on the drive. It 
contained a file named ‘MOV0142.AVI’ He clicked again and smiled.
On the screen, the brothers were sitting on the couch, in their
underpants. What else?

    “This is for you, Uncle Richy!” Ronald declared starting at 
the camera. “Now!” he added, slapping his little brother’s knee.

Both boys pulled down their undies at the same time, sliding them
off their smooth brown legs. “Holy shit!” Richy mumbled. He could
finally feast his eyes on their wobbling stiffies. The image was 
steady, probably filmed with a webcam setup a couple feet away
on the coffee table. Despite the low quality of the capture, he 
could clearly see their genitals. Ronald’s pecker was quite 
chubby for a twelve-year-old. 

The brothers played with each other’s boners and kissed on the 
mouth in an exaggerated manner. They chuckled and rubbed the tips
of their tongues together. Richy released his pulsing hard-on 
from his jeans. 

The boys passed a bottle and squirted baby oil between their legs.
They used their hands to spread the slippery oil all over. Richy
exhaled in front the computer. The kids’ groins were gleaming a 
nice shiny copper tone. They wrapped their fists around their 
dicks and began to masturbate.

Richy watched the scene, his hand sliding gently on his own hard
cock. Johnathon yanked on his junk feverishly, looking straight
at the camera. He brought his bare feet on the couch. His toes 
curled down and spasms wracked his legs in the midst of the 
frantic wanking. Ronald stimulated his penis with poise, rubbing
the head with his fingers, squeezing his balls. The older boy had
more experience and knew obviously how to please his joystick. 

   “Do it now.” Johnathon said, hurling himself backwards on the 
couch, grabbing his legs under the knees and drawing them to his
chest. 

Richy gasped at the sight of the kid’s buns spread open exposing 
his tiny brown hole. Ronald scooted closer to his little brother,
aligning his slickened hard-on in front of the upturned butt.
“Shit, they’re gonna fuck…” Richy muttered. He leaned forward to
watch everything up close. But Ronald stood up and grinned at the
camera. The boy put something over the lens, blocking the view.
Richy fumed looking at the blank screen. However, the sound was
still on.

At first, he could hear breathing and soft whimpering. Then 
plaintive moans echoed louder and louder. From the pitch of the 
voice, Richy could tell it was his younger nephew. The kid was 
moaning, “Unnnghhh! Unngghh! Unnnggghhh!”

At the same time, Ronald’s grunts and hissing resonated, “Urgh! 
Urghh! Yessssss Urghhh! Yessss!”

Richy pulled on his cock faster, imagining what the boys were
doing. They were torturing him! That’s what they were doing! He 
stared dumbfounded at the empty screen. For a second, he thought
it was impossible that his kid nephews were actually having anal
sex. They were faking it! For sure. Were they?

The moans intensified. Johnathon yelped and cried a litany of
Ooohs while his big brother groaned, “Orrrhhhh!”. 

Richy didn’t have time to reach for the box of Kleenex. His cock
shot five quick blasts of cum all over his t-shirt. He sighed
loudly.

4.

   Richy cringed a little when his sister begged him to come over
and watch the kids. It had been three weeks since the boys had 
deliberately left behind the CD in his car. He wasn’t sure if he 
was ready to deal with that yet. He certainly didn’t want to be 
one of those frustrated people brainwashing kids into thinking
sex was bad. But giving his approval to their little naughty 
flick made him nervous.

As always, the brothers welcomed him in their undies and hugged
him. “Did you watch our movie, Uncle Richy? Did you?” Johnathon 
harassed him right away.
   
The young man hesitated, wondering if he should just lie. But the
kid was so enthusiastic and there was no point in deferring the 
subject. “Erh, yeah, I did…”

   “D’ya like it?” the youngster demanded, his cute face beaming
with hope.

   “It was okay. I didn’t see much… You were faking it, anyway.”

The response piqued Ronald’s ego. “Nuh-uh,” he interjected and
turned to his little bro. “C’mon, let’s go to our room and show 
Uncle Richy.”

   “Yeah,” Johnathon seconded.

   “Wait, don’t do that!” Richy said, following the brothers. He
caught up to them but they had already jumped on one of the beds 
and had gotten rid of their undies. Both naked boys rolled on the
mattress, grabbing their asses and dicks. Richy paused, surveying
his beautiful giggling nephews, brown limbs entwined. The next 
moment they were 69ing each other, moaning and slurping noisily 
on their boners. 

He grabbed a chair at the desk and sat, keeping his eyes on the 
show. His cock was hard as steel in his jeans seeing the horny 
boys sucking away like porn stars. They obviously wanted to 
impress him. Ronald held his kid brother’s small erection between
two fingers and flicked his tongue at it with a sly smile. 
Meanwhile, Johnathon was just devouring his big brother’s dick,
bobbing his head madly. After a while, he stopped his passionate 
sucking and said, “Show Uncle Richy how you put it in my butt!”

Richy thought he would faint as he saw the small boy get on all 
four and raise his backside. Ronald scrambled to find some lube 
in a drawer. He returned to the action quickly applying the oil
on his hard-on. From where he was sitting, Richy could see it all
finally. The twelve-year-old boy crouched and pressed his 
dickhead against the tiny brown hole. Johnathon groaned while his
brother’s dick sank into the puckered ring.

Immediately, Ronald swayed his hips, driving his chubby into his
little brother’s ass. His balls jiggled every time he plunged to
the hilt. Johnathon exulted, pushing his rear end back to receive
the hard dick deeply inside him on every fuck stroke. Richy’s 
mind reeled observing the show. His youngest and favorite nephew
was a hot little bottom who craved cock! The kid was smiling and 
moaning like a slut, “Unnghh Unngghhh Hmmmm”

Richy couldn’t help but release his straining hard-on from his 
jeans. It was so hot to see Ronald fuck his kid brother. The brown
boy undulated beautifully almost as if possessed by a tribal beat.
Both kids noticed he’d taken out his cock and giggled. He had to 
get in on the action! As he approached the couple, Johnathon 
grabbed his wagging erection and brought it to his lips. He 
engulfed the thick piece of flesh, nearly swallowing all seven 
and half inches inside his mouth. 

   “I think you guys have been doing this for a while!” Richy 
exclaimed his stare locked on Johnathon’s stretched lips sliding
on the shaft of his prick. The kid’s eyes were shining with lust.
Damn! He was taking cock in both holes and loving it!

Ronald groaned and began to piston harder. His pelvis banged 
against the nine-year-old boy’s butt pushing the kid’s mouth 
forward on Richy’s rigid cock. 

    “Slow down. You’re fucking him too hard!” the young man 
remarked.

    “He likes it like that.” Ronald said breathlessly, pounding 
away at a steady pace. As if to atone for his roughness, he stole
Richy’s cock from his kid brother’s mouth and began to suck it. 
For a while, he continued to fuck holding the big hard pole in 
his hand and bobbing his head on it. All of a sudden, he winced 
and grasped the waist of his brother.

    “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” he raved biting his tongue and 
hissing.

Richy nearly busted his nuts seeing the older kid climax. His 
face took on a peaceful air while he spilled his little load 
inside his brother’s rectum. The boy pulled out gently and smiled.

    “Do you wanna put in my butt too, Uncle Richy?” Johnathon 
asked candidly.

    “Let’s try and see if it’s gonna fit.” the young man replied.

Richy calculated that Johnathon would need to be on his back for
him to be comfortable for his big cock. He moved the kid to the 
center of the bed, flipped him over and gently lifted his spindly
brown legs, placing them on either side of his own hips. He eased
up toward Johnathon. The tip of his cock touched the little boy’s
asshole.  

   "Are you sure you want to do this?" Richy said, but this time,
his smile and his tone full of determination. He’d already gone 
too far with the boys. There was no point turning back. He wanted
this. 

Johnathon smiled back a toothy grin, "Yep."  

They both chuckled then settled into a serious manner preparing 
to get to it. Richy began to push firmly toward his small nephew.
Johnathon's lubed little hole was gaping slightly but still very
tight. When the opening finally relented and the head of Richy's 
thick dick popped inside, the little boy moaned and grunted, 
clearly in pain.  Richy stopped, but didn't pull out. He ran his
hands over the kid’s belly and gave a few gentle strokes to his
stiffie.  He also smiled seeing the kid didn't retract from him,
but instead, groaned and panted as he got used to the feeling of
his fat cock inside him.

After a minute that seemed like longer, Richy, without any
prodding or comment from Johnathon, began to very gently and 
slowly pump just a little in and out of his hole. Johnathon 
gasped sharply and grunted a little bit. Richy took a second to
squeeze some more oil onto the shaft of his dick then continued
moving just a little in and out of the boy. Johnathon slowly ¸
began to adjust to the feeling of the massive intrusion. So he 
started putting a little more of his dick into the boy as he
gently pumped. His cock was now nearly all the way in, but it was
thicker at the base, which made it harder to get all the way 
inside of his nephew.  

Richy had to spend as long sliding the last inch in as it had 
taken him to get the bulk of his cock inside. Finally, his balls 
came to rest against the boy’s small bottom. Johnathon cooed.
Obviously, the pain had almost been completely replaced with 
pleasure.

Richy meant to pull almost out, but miscalculated and his cock 
popped completely out of the boy’s ass.  Johnathon made a pained,
"awwww" sounds when the cock fell out. Richy quickly but gently 
angled his cock head back to the kid’s butt and smoothly slid all
the way back inside eliciting a low moan out of him. The young 
man began to retract almost completely before sliding all the way
back in. Johnathon's little dick was standing rigidly, and
shuddered each time he moved in or out.  After an intense ten 
minutes that seemed like an eternity to Richy, he felt that 
familiar tingle at the base of his cock.

Johnathon's mouth was slightly open and he bit his lip as he got
fucked. The boy was so unbelievably sexy Richy thought. 
Johnathon's face screwed up and his body twisted as he continued
to slowly fuck him. He breathed heavily. Without being touched, 
Johnathon’s dick twitched. “Ohhh yess! Uncle Richy yesssss!” the
tyke screamed.

When Johnathon began to cum, Richy fucked faster.  He quickly 
slid his cock out of the boy’s anus and grunted. His cock seemed
like a spigot that had been turned on. His rich white cum erupted
covering the little boy’s dick and balls. A few shots splashed 
all over his brown tummy.  As it did, Richy realized he wanted to
babysit more often, way more often.

THE END