Author: wolfcub Title: Summer with Uncle, Part 1 Summary: A pre-teen boy is introduced to sex by his uncle. Keywords: Mb 1st rim inc exhib It was the summer of my tenth year that my world broadened. My mother had just gotten married to her boyfriend of two years. (She got pregnant with me when she was only 16. I never knew my father, and Mom never talked about him.) She had arranged for me to spend some time with her older brother so that she and Jake (that's her new husband) could have some time alone. Uncle Ben is four years older than my mom and way more responsible. He was a computer programmer, and I guess he made a lot of money because he drove a BMW and lived in a nice house on several acres of woods. Mom never had much money, and we lived with Grandma and Grandpa until I was about five, when we moved into the small apartment, where we live, now. I usually only saw Uncle Ben at Thanksgiving and Christmas, when we'd go to my grandparents' house, so I didn't really know him very well, and I was a little nervous about going to stay with him. He wasn't married, and he didn't have any kids. I didn't think I'd have anyone my age to play with, and I was a little upset about not getting to spend my time off from school with my friends. Uncle Ben showed up about an hour before the wedding, and I sat with him during the ceremony. I hung out with him at the reception because Mom was too busy talking with friends, dancing with Jake, and doing other wedding stuff. It was pretty boring. I guess Uncle Ben thought it was boring, too, because it was still pretty early when he said to me, "Come on, kid. Let's blow this joint." I wasn't sure if he was trying to be funny, or if he always talked like that, but the goofy tuxedo my mom made me wear was really getting uncomfortable. The tuxedo had to be returned in the morning, so I had brought a change of clothes in a gym bag, in addition to the suitcase my mom had packed for me, which was already in Uncle Ben's BMW. Uncle Ben took me to an office and told me I could change in there. I thought he was going to wait outside, but when I didn't start getting undressed, right away, he said, "Are you going to change, or am I going to have to put you on the cake and leave you there?" I wondered if I was going to have to put up with his lame jokes all summer. I started by removing the jacket and tie, then I sat down and took off my shoes and the dress socks I was wearing. I wasn't sure what to do, next, so I decided that it was safer to remove my shirt--maybe Uncle Ben would take the hint before I got too embarrassed. No luck, so I unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. It was strange being in front of Uncle Ben in nothing but my underwear. I was used to running around in front of my mom in just my boxers--I had even gotten used to Jake seeing me that--but, somehow, it was different in front of someone whom I didn't know very well. I was even more uncomfortable because Uncle Ben seemed to be studying me. He looked me over carefully, from head to toe, as if he were trying to decide whether or not to keep me. When he realized that I knew that he was checking me out, he just smiled and kept looking me over. I got my shorts out of my gym bag and quickly put them on, then I pulled on my t-shirt. While I was doing that, Uncle Ben picked up my bag, the tuxedo, and the dress shoes. He opened the door then turned to me and waited for me to follow him out of the office. "Uncle Ben?" "Hmm?" "I need my shoes out of my bag." "No, you don't. Let's go." I hesitated, for a moment, but Uncle Ben was already walking down the hallway, so I had no choice but to follow after him. I really didn't go barefoot, that often, so it felt really strange walking into the reception hall where everyone else was still all dressed up. I said goodbye to Mom, but she was too busy to do much more than just acknowledge that I was leaving and kiss me on the forehead. She didn't give any sign that she noticed I wasn't wearing shoes, but I did get some strange looks from the guests as Uncle Ben and I walked out. The warm, rough concrete of the sidewalk was a stark contrast to the cool, smooth tile of the reception hall. It actually felt kind of good. Uncle Ben put my bag behind the seat and ushered me into his car. The plush floor mat was another, interesting sensation, and I enjoyed wiggling my toes against it. "Are you up for some ice cream? There's a really good place, here in town, and I always hate to leave here without hitting it." I knew the place he was talking about. It was one of those places where they mix up the ice cream for you with whatever toppings you want. It was expensive, and I'd only been there a few times--on very special occasions--so I quickly agreed with Uncle Ben that we had to go there. Uncle Ben let me get whatever I wanted, so I got chocolate ice cream with cherries. I was going to ask for the waffle dish, but I remembered what Mom had said about not taking advantage of Uncle Ben's money; however, Uncle Ben must have noticed me eyeing it because he told me, again, that I could have whatever I wanted--no limits. I was so excited about the ice cream that I had forgotten that I didn't have any shoes on until a few other people came in the store. No one said anything, but they did all look down at my bare feet like they were surprised. I was a little self-conscious, but I also found that I sort of liked being able to feel the different surfaces I was walking on. When we were done with the ice cream, we walked down to the bookstore. I really enjoyed being able to feel the concrete, brick, tile, and carpet that we walked on. I was thinking that maybe I should try going barefoot more often. Even though we had left the reception early, it was late by the time we got to Uncle Ben's house, and I was struggling to stay awake. Regardless, he insisted that I take a shower before going to bed, "I don't want a dirty, smelly boy messing up my sheets." I wasn't dirty or smelly, but I was too tired to argue. Uncle Ben had a large bedroom with a huge bathroom opening off of it. I was surprised that the bathroom didn't have a door. There was just a wide opening in the wall separating the two areas. In my groggy state, I didn't realized that Uncle Ben was getting undressed until he was naked. The only person I'd ever seen naked, before, was my mother, so I was quite surprised to see a large dick with two huge balls hanging down, all covered with hair. (Maybe they weren't all that large, but they looked big to a ten-year-old boy.) While I was gawking, Uncle Ben removed my shirt and shorts. He was about to remove my boxers when I finally came to my senses and grabbed the waistband. "Don't be embarrassed, Sport! We're both guys. There's nothing to be afraid of." I really don't like being called afraid, and that's probably the only reason why I let Uncle Ben lower my boxers. I'd always thought my boy parts were on the small side, even though I've never had anything to compare them with. Next to Uncle Ben, they looked down right puny. Uncle Ben could see that I was embarrassed. He mussed my hair and said, "There's nothing to worry about, Josh: You've got a nice little package, for a boy your age." That didn't help, especially since he had used the word "little". The warm water of the shower did help me to relax, and I was getting more tired by the minute, so I didn't care much about how weird it was to be showering with a full-grown man. Uncle Ben dried me off, then used a hair dryer on both me and himself. By this time, I was beginning to lose the battle to stay awake, so I didn't think anything about it when Uncle Ben put me in his bed, turned out the lights, then climbed in next to me. He started rubbing my back--which felt really good--and I finally surrendered to sleep. I woke up startled by the feel of a hand on my naked butt. I quickly sat up, a little, pulling away from the hand. I saw Uncle Ben lying next me and remembered that we had showered together, last night, and that we had both gone to bed naked. The sheet that had been covering us had been pulled back, completely exposing both our bodies. I remembered how big Uncle Ben's penis had looked to me, last night. Now that it was stiff and pointing upwards, it looked humongous--especially when seen side-by-side with my own, little stub. "Good morning. Did you sleep alright?" "I guess," was my feeble reply--I was still focused on Uncle Ben's boner. "I haven't been with anyone for a few days. Do you mind if I take care of a little business before we get out of bed?" I had no idea what he was talking about, but I said that it was okay with me. I guess my eyes must have gotten pretty big when Uncle Ben started stroking his dick because he laughed out loud. "Do you want to join me?" He laughed, again, at my puzzled look. "I guess you're a little too young to have started, yet, huh? I think I was eleven." He laid back on the bed and began stroking very fast. Unconsciously, I reached between my legs and adjusted my balls. "That's the idea!" I quickly pulled by hand away and blushed. Uncle Ben reached over with his free hand and grabbed my balls. Like my penis, they were small, but they hung loosely in my sack, so he was able to get a good grip on them. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't do so without hurting myself. Uncle Ben massaged my balls while he continued stroking his dick. After I got over the initial shock, it felt surprisingly good. He was being a little rough, but it was just short of being painful. The slight discomfort seemed to contribute to the excitement that I was feeling. Uncle Ben had me squirming pretty good when I noticed his body stiffen and saw a thick, white stream shoot from his dick. Several more, smaller streams followed, covering his chest and belly. He looked over at me and smiled--still holding my balls. With the index finger of the hand he had been using to stroke himself, Uncle Ben wiped up a small amount of semen (I didn't know that that's what it was called, then). He held the finger up close to my face so that I could examine what was on it, then, without warning, he wiped the finger on the end of my nose. Uncle Ben laughed as my face screwed up, and I wiped the stuff off of my nose. I looked at the fluid on my hand and was trying to figure out what to do with it when Uncle Ben ran his finger through another small puddle of semen then stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it clean. I was a very curious boy and not at all squeamish. I looked at the stuff on my hand, sniffed it tentatively, then quickly lapped it up. Uncle Ben smiled his approval, then offered me a considerably larger portion on two of his fingers. I leaned forward to accept his offering, and he stuck his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them clean. The taste was strange, but I couldn't decide whether or not I liked it. With the rough handling of my balls, I had gotten a boner, myself. Uncle Ben wiped up the rest of his semen with his hand and massaged it onto both my dick and my nut sack. His hand engulfed my two inches of stiff boy flesh. I didn't pull away as he started stroking my boner, but then he started to tickle me with his other hand. I tried to fight him off, but he was too big for me. He was poking me under my arms and in my ribs, pinching my nipples, and squeezing my side while he furiously massaged my dick. I got a sensation like I was going to pee, but I was laughing too hard to warn Uncle Ben. I felt the muscles around my dick contract, but nothing came out. Instead, I was overcome by the greatest feeling I had ever had up to that point in my life. My dick became very sensitive, but Uncle Ben kept stroking. I yelled, "Stop! Stop!" through my laughter, but he ignored me. I pushed and kicked at him, and he eventually let me go. I sat on the bed, breathing hard--and smiling at Uncle Ben. He pulled me close to him and cuddled me while I recovered from my first orgasm. (He told me what it was, later.) After a while, he drug me into the shower with him. I didn't see why--since we had just taken a shower last night--but I found out that Uncle Ben likes to shower at least twice a day. My mom used to have to almost force me to take a bath; however, I never passed up an opportunity to shower with Uncle Ben. He'd soap up my whole body, paying particular attention to my boy parts and--to my pleasant surprise--my butt hole. He told me how important it was to keep myself clean, there, and how most boys let themselves get pretty nasty. No one had ever told me, before, that I was supposed to wash myself there. He'd even wash inside. It felt really good to have his soapy finger in my butt! When we were done showering (and blow-drying our hair), he dressed me in a pair of loose-fitting, short gym shorts with no underwear and a mesh muscle shirt that didn't quite cover my belly. (He seemed to have a dresser drawer full of clothes for me--I never wore anything out of my suit case, that summer). Of course, I went barefoot--which was fine with me. I was definitely liking it. We went out for breakfast, and my bare feet got several, questioning looks, but no comments. After that, Uncle Ben said we needed to go grocery shopping because he didn't have any food in his house. I got quite a few looks in the grocery store, and I realized that it wasn't just my bare feet. Unlike a lot of kids, my age, I spent a lot of time outside because my mom didn't like me hanging around the house. From all the running, climbing, and jumping I did, I had some pretty nice muscles--not like a body builder, but definitely not flabby. It occurred to me that Uncle Ben had dressed me to show off my body because anytime someone sized me up, he would smile. I suppose I should have been embarrassed, but, like my bare feet, I was beginning to enjoy showing off my body, myself. When we were done putting away the groceries, Uncle Ben stripped and put on a really skimpy Speedo-type bathing suit and an over-sized t-shirt, then he removed my shirt and shorts. (I was wondering if he was going to keep dressing and undressing me for the rest of the summer. It turned out that he was. He always chose my clothes and put them on and took them off for me. My mom hadn't dressed or undressed me since I was about five years old, but I quickly got used to Uncle Ben doing it--and kind of enjoyed it, too.) He reached into the drawer of clothes that he had for me and pulled out a bright red bathing suit. Like his, it was a "racer" (as Uncle Ben told me it was called). I guess Uncle Ben wasn't too sure about my size because my bathing suit was a little on the small side. My butt cheeks peeked out from the sides, in the back, and my boy parts made a noticeable lump, in the front. I tried to complain, but Uncle Ben said it was fine and that no one would notice once I was in the water, anyway. I quickly forgot about my objections once we got to the beach. Mom never takes me to the beach, and I've only been a few times with friends, but I really like it--especially with Uncle Ben. He took his time carefully covering my body with sunscreen, then we built sand castles and played in the surf. I was a little nervous about going in the water, at first, but with Uncle Ben there, I soon felt safe. Even though we had had a big breakfast, I worked up a serious hunger at the beach. After showering (again) at the outdoor showers by the parking lot, we walked down the boardwalk to a pizza place. It was very strange eating in a restaurant wearing nothing but a tiny bathing suit, but at the same time, it was kinda of cool--and Uncle Ben was really enjoying the looks I was getting. During the car ride home, I asked Uncle Ben about this, "How come people keep looking at me funny?" "Josh, you are a very handsome boy. No one probably has had a chance to notice, before, because--like most boys, today--you always wear those baggy clothes that keep everything hidden away. It's like walking around in a tent. Why do boys wear those things, anyway?" "I don't know. It's what everyone wears." "Yeah, but today, you've been showing off more of your body, and people like that. You've got some nice muscles covered with silky-smooth skin. You're like a work of art that people admire. I wish I could get away with showing you off completely nude because you have one of the cutest butts I've ever seen on a boy--and I've seen a lot of naked boy butts, before." I blushed at the thought of people checking out my bare butt. "In fact, when we get home, I'm going to strip off that swimsuit and go to town on that little butt of yours." I wasn't sure what Uncle Ben meant, but I laughed, anyway. I found out when we got home. True to his word, he picked me up out of the car and carried me over his shoulder to his bedroom then flung me onto his bed. I tried to crawl away, but he grabbed my ankle and drug me back towards him. When he let go of my ankle to grab my bathing suit, I tried to get away, again. I managed to make some progress but left my bathing suit behind in the process. Uncle Ben quickly pounced on me, pinning me down near the edge of the bed by holding one of my thighs in each of his hands. I was totally unprepared for what happened next, and I froze in complete shock. Uncle Ben pressed his face up against my butt so that his nose was buried in my crack. Then I felt his tongue push its way into my hole. The sensation was like his soapy finger times ten--million! Uncle Ben slid his hands up, grabbed my butt cheeks, and spread them apart as far as he could, then he really started working on my hole with his tongue. He licked around it, over it, and pressed into it as far as his tongue would reach. He kissed and sucked and even nibbled, a little bit. My dick got really stiff, and I instinctively started humping the bed. I was on the verge of having that great feeling, again, when Uncle Ben suddenly stopped licking me and pulled my hips up off of the bed so I couldn't rub my dick against it, any more. When I was much older, I learned about edging and teasing and denial. Uncle Ben teased me all summer long. Every time we played sex, he would get me close to that wonderful feeling then stop me from going over. At ten years old, I didn't really need to orgasm--fooling around was fun enough, by itself--but denying me release kept me a very randy and rambunctious boy--which is what Uncle Ben wanted, of course. He celebrated the wild, care-free nature of boyhood. Uncle Ben got up, swatted me on the butt, and told me that he had some work to do. I was still worked up, so I followed him into the room he had set up as an office. As he sat down in his high-backed chair and started up his computer, I moved next to him and hung on his arm. "Uncle Ben? Can't we play some more?" "Why don't you go outside and explore around the house?" "Oh, alright. What did you do with my shorts?" "Why?" "If I'm gonna go outside, I have to put my shorts on!" "No, you don't! There's half an acre of woods, or more, on every side of my house. No one will see you." I thought about how naughty it'd be to be outside with no clothes on, but I was too embarrassed by the thought of someone seeing me naked, so I settled for exploring the inside of the house. Uncle Ben owned enough books to start his own library. He must have had bookshelves in every room of the house. He didn't seem to know much about libraries, though, because the books didn't seem to be in any particular order. There were some books grouped by subject, but I found other books on the same subject in other rooms. I didn't see any books that would be of interest to kids, which, I suppose, made sense because Uncle Ben didn't have any kids, but I did come across some books that were of interest to me. I found a large book called "Fun in the Sun". I thought it might be about things you can do at the beach. It was--sort of--if you can call going naked something to do at the beach. On the cover was a picture of what I guessed was a mother and daughter--totally naked. They were standing by a swimming pool. The girl, who looked to be about seven or eight years old, was reaching up, trying to grab a beach ball that the mother was holding up in the air. Looking at the girl made me tingle, inside. I leafed through the book, and there were dozens of photos of children and adults of all ages running around naked. (Well, they weren't all actually running, but you know what I mean.) There were old ladies with wrinkly, sagging boobs, and young girls with small, round bumps on their chests. There were men who had dicks bigger than Uncle Ben's and other men with dicks that looked as short as mine--only a lot thicker. I especially liked the pictures of the boys my age. I was disappointed that almost all of them had dicks bigger than mine, but there were a few who had tiny buttons that barely stuck out from their bodies. Also, I was surprised that so many of the boys--of all ages--had nut sacks that were pulled up so tight that you couldn't make out whether or not they actually had any balls. It seemed to be mostly the boys my age, or younger, who had the tight nut sacks, but my balls have always hung down away from my body. My mom has a picture of me as a baby--naked--and my balls even hung low, then. On the shelf next to where I had found "Fun in the Sun" were several other large books that all had similar pictures in them. One was a book that seemed to be of a family because most of the pictures were of the same two girls and a boy at different ages ranging from about five, for the youngest girl, to about twelve for the boy, who seemed to be the oldest of the three. My favorite was a book about twin boys. All of the pictures were of them between the ages of about six and ten. There were pictures of them taking a bath, together, wrestling on a bed, and reading a book together. I was really surprised by the pictures of them naked at the beach. Everyone around them--adults and children, alike--were wearing bathing suits, but they were naked. No one seemed to be bothered--or even to notice. The picture I liked best was of the naked twins eating ice cream cones with a girl their age who was barefoot but wearing a sundress. I don't know if I could ever go naked in front of a girl--especially one my own age! (I don't even like to be naked in front of my mom, but I don't mind her seeing me in my underwear.) I must have lost track of time because I was startled when Uncle Ben knelt behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Watcha readin'?" he asked, as he peered over my shoulder. I closed the book quickly and turned it over so he wouldn't see the cover because I wasn't sure that he would want me to be looking at it--I was pretty sure Mom wouldn't approve--but he reached over me, took the book from my hands, and examined the cover. "Oh! This is a good one. It's my favorite! Double the cuteness, but their butts aren't as cute as yours." I laughed--partly out of embarrassment and partly because I was glad that we both liked the same book. "I prefer the real thing, though!" and he picked me up off of the floor and held me on his hip, with one hand squeezing my butt to emphasize his point. I put my arms around him and gave him a big hug. "I know we had pizza for lunch, but I never get tired of pizza. What do you say we order out and watch a movie, tonight?" I laughed, again--pizza was my favorite food. "That's fine with me, Uncle Ben!" Uncle Ben gave me the phone number and let me call to order the pizza, myself. I felt really grown up. He even gave me the money and let me pay the delivery guy, when he showed up. It wasn't until I handed him the money and was about to take the pizza from him that I remembered that I wasn't wearing any clothes! I froze, for a moment, and was about to run back into the house when the guy put the pizza box into my outstretched hands and said, "Thanks for the tip!" and turned to walk back to his car. I ran into the kitchen and dropped the pizza onto the counter. "Hey! You let me answer the door naked!" "I don't mind." "No! I mean you could have reminded me to put some pants on!" "What fun would that be?" "You did that on purpose! You wanted someone to see me naked!" "I told you, I want the whole world to see you naked. Maybe tomorrow we can take some pictures of you. I can't have a book printed like the ones you saw, but I can put them out on the Internet for everyone to enjoy." Uncle Ben was trying hard not to laugh when he said that, but he hadn't done a very good job. I realized that he was teasing me because he had gotten the better of me. He did, however, end up taking those pictures--about a month later--and they did end up on the Internet as "Roger". I hate that name, but the pictures were pretty cool! We ate pizza and drank soda on the couch--which was great because Mom always yells at me whenever I try to eat anywhere except at the kitchen table--while we watched an R-rated action movie. Mom would have killed Uncle Ben--brother, or not--if she had found out about that one. The best part, though, was snuggling up to Uncle Ben after we had finished eating. I somehow felt warm and safe snuggled up to Uncle Ben, and it was especially nice because we were both naked. I never would have thought it would be so nice feeling bare skin touching bare skin. When the movie was over, Uncle Ben carried me to the bathroom, and we brushed our teeth, together. Then, he insisted on carrying me the short distance to his bed, and I fell asleep with him spooning me and fiddling with my boy parts. The next morning, Uncle Ben took me to the library for a children's summer program. It was kind of geared more towards younger kids, but we got to do origami, which was really cool, and Uncle Ben had dressed me in the same gym shorts and mesh shirt that he had the day before, and it was really cool going barefoot in the library. Afterwards, we walked to a nearby park with some awesome playground equipment, and Uncle Ben took off my shirt before letting me go play. It was great because there were other kids my age there, except that there was this one girl who kept giggling at me every time I climbed on the equipment. At first, I sort of liked showing off for her--my arms are really strong, and I can do a lot of flips and hand stands and such--but then it started to get a little annoying. I told Uncle Ben about it when we got ready to leave. He told me to show him something I had done in front of the girl. He took a picture of me with his phone and showed it to me when we got in the car. "So what?" I said, a little annoyed because I thought he had a good explanation for me. "Look closer." "Okay..." He took the phone from me, zoomed the picture, then handed it back. In the center of the screen was a shot up one of the legs of my shorts: My boy parts were clearly on display. "You did it, again!" "Did what? I didn't do anything!" "You let that girl see my stuff!" "I didn't let that girl do anything! You were the one showing off." "I wasn't..." I was too mad to continue. Uncle Ben knew that he had chosen these shorts, for me. He had most certainly chosen these particular shorts because he knew that--sooner or later--I would end up showing off my stuff. "Are you mad at me?" I didn't answer him. "Are you mad at me?" he repeated in a singsong voice. When I still didn't answer, he pulled the car off the road and stopped. "We can't go any further if you're mad at me. I told you what a great body you have and how I'd love to be able to show it all off, in public; however, public nudity is a no-no in our society. But, I can arrange for some 'accidents' to happen. Accidents will happen on purpose, ya' know?" He gently stroked my hair. "And tell me you didn't like the pizza boy seeing you naked! Huh? You're a little exhibitionist in waiting, aren't you?" I turned and looked at him for the first time since he'd shown me the picture. I found that it was impossible to stay mad at him. "What's an exhibitionist?" "It's someone who likes showing off his body to others. I think you're an exhibitionist, but you don't know it because you've never had a chance to experience it." I thought for a moment, then smiled. "Can I tell you a secret, Uncle Ben?" "You can tell me anything, little guy." "I've always liked going around in my underwear in front of Mom. I don't know why, but it always makes me feel good, inside--like a little tingle." "Yep! I was right: You're definitely an exhibitionist! Now, let's see what we can do about getting you some practice." I laughed. "Now, that's what I love to see," Uncle Ben said, as he pulled the car back onto the road, "My little boy happy!" I normally didn't like being called a little boy, but when Uncle Ben said it, it felt good. Uncle Ben did his best to turn me into a "practicing" exhibitionist. We went out a lot of places, and he always dressed me to show off my body. In addition to the loose gym shorts, I sometimes wore a pair of really short, really tight shorts that gathered up in the crack of my butt and made a lump in the front like my bathing suit. By the middle of the summer, we were experimenting with how many places I could go to wearing only my racer bathing suit. I drew a lot of comments, such as, "Oh, what an adorable little boy!", and a sarcastic, "Are you on your way to a swim meet?", but no one ever seriously objected. Even Uncle Ben was surprised that we didn't get thrown out of at least one place! He joked that "No shirt, no shoes, no service" could be overlooked--for a boy who was cute enough. I was beginning to understand what he meant: To a lot of men, I was a work of art; I could see it in the way they looked at me. I also got the idea that there were a lot of men who would love to have a naked boy in their beds to cuddle. In addition to showing off my body, Uncle Ben continued to attack my butt after every shower (another reason for me to enjoy showers). I thought it was a little gross, but it sure felt good! I was worried that Uncle Ben would ask me to do him, sometime, but he never did. That was one of the few things he didn't have me do. I started to feel like I belonged to Uncle Ben. It was the way he treated me. In public, he showed me off like a trophy; in private, he showered affection on me like I was a stuffed animal or, perhaps, a puppy; in bed, he played with me like a toy. He never asked me if I wanted to play his sex games, but he never forced me to do anything, either; he just sort of made it plain that it was going to happen and that I should enjoy it. I think that's the reason why he never let me have an orgasm after that first time. He was very deliberate about that. I really didn't understand the frustration or realize that I could do something about it, myself. I was just always game for whatever Uncle Ben wanted to do, and I was about to find out that there weren't very many limits to the games that Uncle Ben liked to play.