UNCLE RANDY 5 – The Sleeping Uncle

Feature Writer: Monsearkus

Feature Title: UNCLE RANDY 5 / The Sleeping Uncle

Published: 25.09.2021 / Nifty

Story Codes: Religious, Incest, Young

Author’s Notes: I can’t leave a disclaimer, as many elements of this story did actually happened to me, though the story line has been radically altered and embellished to make it more interesting. Feel free to leave comments if you wish — monsearkus@gmail.com

Uncle Randy 5 – The Sleeping Uncle

I dare not turn on the light in case that would wake him up, so instead I walked toward the kitchen, passing my snoring uncle in the dark living room and turned that light on instead. I turned toward the couch and could see that there was enough light to illuminate the scene of a crime that I was now planning out.

I slowly and nervously I walked up to the couch. I looked down at his body, which was splayed over the couch with his left leg spread out and his foot on the floor.

I could actually see his balls peaking through the leg opening in his shorts and his cock was also close to that opening.

I went right to the spot where I had just imaged being on my knees fondling my uncle, and dropped down to the floor.

Am I really gonna touch my uncle’s private parts?

I was absolutely terrified at what I was planning. And yet that pleasant feeling that had just materialized in my belly was so strong that I could feel the sensation vibrating through the rest of my body.

My erection was pointing to the ceiling under my PJs and I decided to let in out through the front pants slit.

His snoring wasn’t loud, but it was confirmation enough for me that he was sound asleep.

I touched his leg while looking at his face.

Nothing.

I then lightly pinched his leg.

Still nothing.

I daringly moved my hand just above his cock, took a deep breath and pressed down on the bulge with my forefinger. I looked up at his face.

Still nothing.

I slowly leaned my chest on his left thigh and reached my fingers into the opening where his balls drooped out and touched them. The snoring didn’t change, so I became more daring in my exploration. I lifted his balls with one hand and rested them in my other palm.

They were so big and warm and I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I had my uncle’s balls resting in my hand, squeezing them lightly and looking at his cock bulging in his shorts.

I reached up with my free hand and cupped as much of his cock in my open palm as I could and squeezed it a bit.

It was amazing. It was like holding a large sausage which happened to be under a satin blanket.

I rubbed my hand on his cock head over the texture of the satin, then rubbed downward, squeezing the middle of his cock.

I felt no fear what-so-ever. My uncle was dead asleep and would never know or remember anything that I was doing. I also felt no guilt–the time for feeling guilty for being a ten year gay child was gone…my paradigm of the world as seen through the lens of my mother’s twisted religion was now dead and buried.

My uncle was sound asleep and still snoring, though his cock seemed to be waking up rapidly–my rubbing and fondling was making my uncles cock harder by the second.

I tucked the satin a bit around his cock so that the outline would be more pronounced. I then removed my hand and just stared at the bulge. It looked really dreamy to me–especially the outline of his cock head.

Remembering the comic book and how Jack had loved the smell of the homeless man, I was enticed to lean in close to my uncles crotch.

I took a long deep breath and was rewarded by the smell of a real man. On several occasions I had smelled my own fingers after rubbing between my balls and thigh, but this was immensely more potent. It smelled almost animal like.

My face stayed hovering overing my uncles crotch, inches away from his hardening cock. I wanted so bad to just reach down and kiss it, but was suddenly gripped with fear at being somehow caught.

I looked up at his face and realized that the fear was completely unfounded–he was out like a broken tail light of a car.

Being so close to his body, I could actually feel the heat of his blood engorged cock warming my lips and nose. This caused be to move in closer.

My lips were now an inch above his `sausage’ and after a moment of trepidation, I dropped down and kissed his cock head through his shorts.

I immediately looked up at his face.

He was still snoring with his mouth half open and a trickle of saliva escaping the corner of his lips.

I kissed it again, pressing my lips hard on rim of his cock head.

I opened my mouth wide, `grasping’ the cock head with my lips and let me tongue slide across the smooth satin covered ridge of his head.

I couldn’t believe what I was getting away with as I kneeled before my uncle’s near comatose body and explores.

The comic book had really turned me on and taught me so much in the little time I had read it. It certainly set the stage for the daring actions I was engaged in, but the actual experience of touching and kissing my uncles cock could never compare to a bunch of drawings. This was my real life experience. It was a real man’s big cock that I was having my way with and though I had never imagine wanting this before tonight, I now felt like a famished kid stealing a meal from some canteen owner.

I was ravenous. And in my current state of heightened sexual arousal I became more brazen in my actions.

I reached my hand into the leg of his shorts and slowly pulled his cock closer to the opening where his balls already lay exposed.

I was lucky that the shorts were quite baggy as it allowed me to stretch them up enough that with a little more pulling–my eyes remaining glued to my Uncle’s face–I was able to fit his entire cock through the leg opening.

The satin barrier had been removed and the real flesh and blood of my uncle’s cock now lay before me to do as I desired.

But all I did was stare.

All the details of his cock and balls were being recorded in my real-time memory for playback screenings in the weeks to come. I knew this to be true–I knew that I would be playing with my own cock through the bliss of every detail that currently graced eyes: the veins that branched out all over his cock; the enormous head with it’s darker colored ridge; the thick raised line under his cock that stretched from the head all the way down to his balls; the short curly hair covering the base of his cock as well as his balls…

This was the moment of truth. The moment I had been praying would happen for the last hour.

I was now about to lick a real life penis! And it belonged to my handsome, muscular and very manly uncle.

For some reason, the image of a huge vampire gripping my fragile little body while sucking hard on my neck, popped into my mind.

In my imagination, the vampire was immediately replaced by my uncle. And instead of me being hypnotized by the Vampires’s power, my uncle was sucking on my neck lovingly, with real passion–my small body limp from pleasure in his ferocious grasp.

God, I wished that I could pop into his girlfriends body as he kissed her and sucked on her neck.

My erection twitched.

I had dare not played with own cock up till now for fear of having an orgasm much too soon.

But as I closed in on the musky smelling groin, my right hand found its way to my twitching erection.

I began pulling up and down slowly on my cock, inching forward with my head toward the object of my intense desire.

It felt like I was in a slow motion film–my head approaching his semi erect cock, mouth watering, nose inhaling, eyes bulging at the delicacy before me.

My lips first made contact on the bumpy ridge an inch below his cock head–the spot that I later learned was where the foreskin had once been attached to the penis before circumcision.

I licked it.

There was no real taste, per se, but the texture seemed smooth and the act of licking it so totally delighted me!

I ran my tongue up till I was licking the underside of his cock head.

His cock twitched slightly, jumping a bit off his body as it became even harder.

I suddenly panicked, shooting a quick glance up at my uncle’s face.

Eyes still Closed.

Mouth still Snoring.

I returned to my oral exploration, passing my tongue up and down the length of his cock as it rested on his satin shorts and belly.

Now it was time to take it in my mouth.

I used my left hand to grab his cock at the base, though my fingers couldn’t make it all the way around.

I lifted it up off his belly and was absolutely entranced at how it towered up over his body.

It was huge and was also now quite hard. I was fascinated that his cock was reacting to all the effects of my tongue and hands, even though its owner was in a paralytic sleep.

I pointed the cock head in the direction of my wanting mouth and stared at it from this new angle.

His cock head was at front center stage while the rest of his penis curved away, stretching down to the base of his body.

I was floating in the sky looking down onto the Empire State Building.

I opened my mouth–

–but this singular moment in time suddenly froze.

What I was looking down on was now a still image that threatened to remain so for an eternity of erotic fascination, never knowing what would come next…never knowing the passage of time.

I then pressed the play button…

The passage of time continued with the motion of my tongue reaching forward to lick his pee slit.

The moment of contact was beyond exhilarating. His cock head felt less smooth to my tongue than did the underside of his cock. It even felt a bit rubbery, which I absolutely loved.

I couldn’t wait any longer and I quickly stretched my mouth wide open and moved down.

I carefully fit his cock head into my mouth without scraping it with my teeth–something Jack had been told to watch out for.

I couldn’t believe that I had the head of my uncle’s cock in my mouth.

In that moment I truly felt that I was meant for this.

I so desperately wanted to be right where I was right this second–with another person’s cock in my mouth.

I went down a little below the ridge of his head, stretching my lips apart more than they were obviously meant to ever stretch. I stay there for a long moment, finding it hard to believe that I actually had a penis in my mouth–or at least part of one.

I licked all around the head and again his cock lurched a bit in response. A quick glance up informed me that uncle Randy was still out. I tried to past my lower lip on underside of his cock as Jack had been told to do, but my mouth was to stuffed for me to my tongue past his cock head. So I just stayed there in paradise, licking his rubbery head as much as I could. It wasn’t long before I had to pull my face away from his cock and rest my lips and mouth.

I still held his cock up and took my time admiring it, especially the part that was wet with my saliva. I loved the fact that it was wet because it had just been in my mouth.

This was a completely new and fresh experience.

It was tantalizing…

It was naughty…

It was forbidden…

My mother’s teachings came tumbling all around me, but I quickly climbed above the religious debris and declared my self victorious over that crap.

Tonight I had learned that part of the fascination of liking boys and men’s cocks, was the fact that it had indeed been `forbidden’ to me all this time.

I felt rebellious and naughty, and I loved feeling naughty.

I was also feeling free in the realization that, although I was supposed to like girls bodies, I much more enjoyed the look of a boy’s–and now a man’s–body. Especially their private parts.

I gazed at the beautiful object in my hand and knew that I needed more.

I needed to take as much of it in my mouth as I could.

I wanted to do what Jack had done to the homeless man and what Liam had done to Jack. I wanted to take all of my uncle’s cock into my mouth and maybe even my throat.

I was in awe of this moment–completely consumed with my solo adventure with a man’s penis.

I knew that I had to at least try to take in as much as possible, but also knew that it would be a daunting task.

I had one thing going for me. I had always won Carlos’ stupid banana game. And those bananas gone all the way down, always tickling the back of my throat during the game.

But this thick piece of meat in my hand was certainly not a banana.

The length of my uncles’s cock was not the problem, it was the shear girth.

I opened my mouth as wide as possible and put the cock head in my mouth. I started going up and down like Jack had done to the black man, making sure to not scrape it with my teeth.

The more I went up and down, the more relaxed my lips and mouth got. Within a couple of minutes, I was fitting at least three inches in my mouth, though my lips were a nit achy.

But all that didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that I was actually giving my uncle a blow job. My uncle, who was more than three times my age.

I was sucking on the forbidden part of a boy’s body, only this was no boy. This was a big, strong and beautiful man.

I wanted this to last for ever.

Indeed, I was robotically going up and down slowly off so long that time seemed to stand still.

At times it seemed like my uncle wasn’t even there.

I was alone with it in some blurred version of my surroundings.

It was just me and this big beautiful cock, which was silently commanding me to pleasure it as best I could.

I slowly went deeper and deeper till my lips began to sting.

I came off his cock and relaxed my mouth for a few seconds then back I went, pretending it was the banana game.

This time I was able to fit more than half of it in my mouth and throat, and though there was no gag rifles at work, it was my stretched lips that continued to hurt.

But again, I didn’t care.

For several minutes I went up and down, inching further to his pubic hairs and inhaling his animalistic smell as I got closer.

My lips seemed to be either stretching or getting use to the unusual workout they were receiving. Either that or I was so fully immersed in my gratification that the pain in my lips had lost its importance.

I was now even able to swirl my tongue back and forth while going up and down.

I could have stayed there going up and down and licking all over that for hours and hours–though my mouth might not have agreed. However, my uncle’s snoring slowed to a quick stop and I frozen, his cock deep in my mouth .

I then suddenly felt his huge hand on the back of my head.

“Yeah, baby…go deeper”

I was terrified that I had been caught, and yet his eyes still remained closed.

`C’mon Linda…suck it good.”

Wow! My uncle must’ve been dreaming about his girlfriend giving him a blow job.

That was fine by me, just as long as he didn’t wake up to see it was me instead.

And then the gripped on my head tightened as he slowly pressed down. My lips were being stretched wide and I was trying not to gag, fearful that the jolt might awaken him.

Think of the banana, Ricky…the banana.

Luckily my uncle was pushing my head down slow enough that I was able to fit more of it in my mouth without gaging, but as my nose touched his pubic hairs I realized that I had taken on more than I could chew, so to speak. I froze my neck so that he would hopefully stop pushing, and he did.

I went up off his cock slowly and took in a deep breath, wiping the spit from all over my lips.

Looking at his closed eyes, I went back to work, and went up and down, but not all the way. I was also swirling my tongue back and forth as best as I could.

My throat was producing a lot of saliva and it kept pooling up on my hand which held his cock at the base.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it.”

His hand pushed down again–a bit too hard for me and my gag reflex kicked it. But he pushed down farther.

“Yeah, baby gag on that cock.”

He started thrusting his hips up and down, pushing his enormous erection into my young mouth. I began to furiously play with my own cock, even though at times I felt like I couldn’t breath.

This was an experience that I would never ever forget and I suddenly realized now what Jack had been feeling when the man pretty much fucked his mouth.

My uncle thought that his girlfriend was blowing him, but instead, it was me gaging on his cock trying my best to do her job for her.

My uncle was now trusting up while his hand pushed down on my head. The trusts became harder and faster and I tried my best not to gag, but couldn’t help it. It didn’t seem to bother my uncle that he was making his `girlfriend’ gag, so he just kept up the rhythm. I then gaged so hard that a huge amount of spit came hurling up my throat, spilling out of my mouth and down onto his balls and shorts. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought that I had vomited clear fluid.

As if he realized that his `girlfriend’ was now in oral distress, he lessened the trusts and let go of my head.

I came up for a much needed breath of air, then began going up and down at much the same pace, swirling my tongue on the underside of his a cock harder and faster.

A minute later I could hear him beginning to moan.

Was he about to cum in my mouth like the homeless man had cum in Jack’s mouth?

Like Jack had cum in Liam’s mouth?

I was both afraid and excited.

What if I didn’t like the taste?

What if it was too much for me to swallow?

What if my uncle woke up in the middle of his orgasm?

What if I liked it so much that I would want to swallow as much cum as I could from as many cocks as possible for ever and ever?

Through my up and down motions, I snuck a peak at his face.

His eyes were still closed and he was starting to moan even louder.

His hand reappeared on the back of my head, and with one final trust down, my uncle began to orgasm. The first stream of his cum was so hard that it shot straight down my throat and probably into my belly.

I gaged hard and more tears streamed out of my eyes.

Through the tears I could make out his expression of total ecstasy.

He was grunting loudly now filling my mouth with the strange tasting fluid.

It was all happening so fast that I was feeling dizzy.

He pressed my head down further and I gaged even harder. Another shot of cum hit the back of my throat, causing me to almost vomit, but his grip on my head was relentless.

It was both difficult to endure what was happening to my throat and incredibly exciting at the same time–my 35 year old uncle was forcing my head down on his cock and cumming down my throat.

The rest of his cum was now pooling in mouth and filing my cheeks and I was doing my best to swallow as much as I could but some of his enormous load escaped my over-filled mouth and dripped down to the base of his cock. I quickly lifted my head as much as I could swallow everything that was still shooting into it, but he then rammed my head down again causing me to cough up some of his cum and a lot of my spit.

I hadn’t even been able to decide whether I like the taste or not, but I was swallowing it anyway because it was naughty and forbidden and nasty.

In the ecstasy of devouring his cum, my eyes had fallen to his hairy chest and stomach and it was only after his cum was only dribbling out of his cock, that I glanced up at his face.

To my horror, his eyes were now wide open and looking up at the ceiling with an exhausted but pleasurable expression on his face. I slowed my up and down thrusts as his orgasm came to a halt.

I swallowed the few drops that still dribbled out.

He had a subtle smile on his face and I prayed to what ever god could forgive me for what I just done, that my uncle would not look down at me.

He thought it was his girlfriend that had just blown him, but would would happen if he looked down to find his softening cock was actually inside his ten year old nephews mouth?

And then my nightmare came true–my uncle looked downward while saying:

“Babe, that was fucking great.”

And then his smile vanished and a look of curiosity washed over his face.

I lifted my head off his cock as it slapped back onto his belly–cum drooled from my mouth and dripped off my chin.

“Ricky?” He squinted his eyes as if trying to focus on what his mind would not except. Then his eyes dropped to his wet cock and the mess I had created on his shorts and crotch.

“What are you doing?”

I said nothing.

I mean really, what was I gonna say? That I was curious about sucking his cock and swallowing his cum?

To my utter astonishment, the smile on his face returned.

“I always suspected you liked my dick.”

He then reached up with his hand and lovingly ruffled the hair on my head.

I couldn’t believe that this was what he actually said after seeing his young nephew drooling with cum and saliva from having just blown him.

I was in heaven.

This meant that the secret was out and he would probably let me to this to him when ever I wanted.

Then he did something really amazing. He swiped the cum off my chin and lips with his forefinger–

“Open your mouth.”

–and then put his cum covered finger into my mouth, pushing his finger deep inside as I sucked on it, swallowing his remaining gift to me.

Then his eyes began closing again, and as I lay draped over his leg in a state of bliss from all that had just occurred, my uncle began to snore.

I couldn’t believe he had just seen me and not flipped out. On the contrary, he had been excited and comfortable enough to stick his cum covered finger into my mouth.

It had to mean that I would be able to do this again. And maybe, just maybe, he would want to play with me too and even suck on my neck…

Or was he going to forget what had happened?

I looked down at his glistening cock laying on his belly. It was still rather big, even though it had softened up quite a bit.

I stared at it and began to jerk off, picturing every image of what had just transpired–especially when he had cum down my tight little throat.

My pace got faster and faster as the sensation began to swell up all around my groin.

I couldn’t help my self and reached forward with my free hand, lift his cock off his belly and put it back in my mouth.

The snoring continued, yet at this point I truly wished he would wake up.

As I sucked the last drops of cum out of his cock, I felt myself closer and closer to what would be my very first orgasm.

I lavishly sucked and licked his beautiful cock going up and down as my own cock seemed to get even harder till a warm sensation began engulfing my it and spreading all over.

A few moments later, my body began quivering.

I quickly buried my head down onto his cock as the sensations began overwhelming me–now all the more intense by the feeling of his softening cock deep in my throat.

I yelped in muffled pleasure as my body trembled with feelings that seemed completely unreal and wholly unnatural.

The pleasure that I was experiencing in my little erection were almost to much to bare and I found myself almost biting my uncles cock from the tightening of all the muscles in my body and face.

I pulled back, letting his cock slap against his belly again, then reached forward with my tongue and lapped up some of the cum and saliva that had pooled on his balls and base of his cock.

I kept jerking my cock to the music of the euphoric cloud I was floating in.

Contraction after contraction, wave after wave, the pleasure was completely encompassing my young existence. As the contractions began to slow down and the sensations began to wane, I kept jerking off at a furious pace, not wanting it to end.

I kept staring at my uncles now flaccid wet cock, still in awe at what I had just done. I’m not sure how, but the sensations began building up again and within a few seconds, I found my self in the throughs of second orgasm.

I couldn’t believe that this was happening. Even though it was not as strong as the first one, the intensity of yet another orgasm was just as overwhelming to my young body as the first one, especially since it was only the second orgasm I had ever had.

A few moments after it was over, I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I could feel my body starting to relax from the seizure like event that had just occurred.

I tucked my uncles wet, softening cock back into his satin shorts. There was saliva and cum all over them and I had no Idea what to do about it.

I hated putting his cock away because it only meant that this experience had now come to an end.

I sharp sadness suddenly permeated my young mind, followed by a deep confusion.

I had essentially just taking advantage of my uncles inebriation to satisfy my sexual curiosity and desire. Somehow, I knew this was wrong.

Was everything that I just did to my uncle wrong and and unnatural?

I stood up and headed for the bathroom.

I was in a complete daze as those negative thoughts stayed with me while I brushed my teeth.

As I returned his comic books to the draw, I looked closely at the cover of the porn comic. For some reason, my mood only worsened.

I laid in bed feeling guilty at everything that had taken place tonight–everything. It wasn’t the guilt associated with my mother’s stupid religion, but a guilt concerning the experience itself–the first experience of anything sexual had been multiplied exponentially to where I had taken advantage of my sleeping uncle.

I’m not sure at what point those thoughts had carried me off to sleep, but the smell of pancakes reaching the bedroom had served as my alarm clock the next morning.

As I got up out of bed I noticed my cock was tenting up my PJs like it did every morning.

I was quite happy that the horrible thoughts and sad mood that had carried me into sleep had all gone away.

When I made it into the kitchen, my uncle was pouring himself coffee and pouring me some orange juice. I couldn’t help but notice that he was now wearing red and white gym shorts instead of the black satin ones from last night.

He brought the juice and coffee to the table and set them down next to the plates of pancakes before sitting down.

“I have a real bad headache…it’s what happens when you drink too much.”

“Yeah, I heard that somewhere.”

“Sorry I got so drunk last night, Ricky. I don’t even remember how I got into my gym shorts.”

“You asked me to help you.” I almost wished I hadn’t said that, but decided to continue.

“You don’t remember?”

“Buddy, I don’t remember anything from the moment I left the poker game.”

I felt naughty and couldn’t help but wish he had remembered seeing my cum covered lips hovering over his cock.

But then his features suddenly changed with a look as if he had remembered something after all.

“Actually, I do remember part of a strange dream I had.”

A swallowed hard.

“What..what was it about?” I stuttered.

“Well, I my girlfriend was giving me a blow…um…we were sitting…um, sitting on the couch watching…um, TV and when I looked up at her, it turned out that it wasn’t my girlfriend but it was you instead.”

Again I swallowed hard as he just stared at me for a long moment.

And then his eyes dropped down to a spot on my PJ shirt.

I followed his eyes to see a rather large stain of dried goo on my lapel.

I looked back at his questioning eyes.

“What’s that?” He said, pointing to the stain.

I said nothing.

I couldn’t make something up in time so I just shrugged my shoulders.

He kept staring at me for a few moments, making me feel really uncomfortable.

I’m sure he had noticed the much larger stain of dried saliva and cum on his own satin shorts when he woke up. It’s probably why he had changed before breakfast.

Was he now considering that maybe it wasn’t a dream after all? That perhaps the spots on my shirt and on his shorts were dried up drool and cum from my having sucked him off last night?

He shook his head as if he’d heard my thoughts and realized that the mere idea was preposterous.

After all, I was an inexperienced ten year old boy who knew nothing about sex, let alone performing oral sex on a grown man.

Maybe that was going to be it. Maybe I would never get to suck my uncle off again. That is, unless he got just as drunk playing poker with his friends during my next visit.

I could only hope.

We finished our breakfast and it wasn’t long before we were sitting on the couch playing pong–the same couch were I had swallowed his cum the night before.

My thoughts kept drifting off to what I had done last night. His male scent was still on my upper lip, which started to excite me to the point that I got hard pretty fast. I lifted my feet up on the couch and brought my knees to my chest, concealing the tent in my PJs from view.

There was one thing I was sure was going to happen in the weeks and months to come. At home, before going to sleep every night, I knew that I would be replaying every luscious moment of the previous night, orgasming over and over as I hoped that one day soon I would be able to swallow my uncle’s cum again.

Then the obvious occurred to me–I still had one more night with uncle Randy before mom returned from the retreat.

I smiled wide at the possibilities.

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE