uncle ronUncle Ron wasn’t really my uncle. He was my mother’s step-brother, andreally something of a shit to hang around. Still, when my mother and fatherhad a nasty fight and he told her to get the hell out of his house and takethe k**s with her, we ended up knocking on his door. Dad was mean when hewas drunk, so she packed us up into the car and we took off to Uncle Ron’shouse on the opposite side of our town, Jackson, Mississippi, and we gotthere about one o’clock in the morning.Uncle Ron answered the door after she knocked about a dozen times. Hestaggered over, d**gged with sleep and wearing only a bathrobe that didn’tcompletely close. I could see his cock dangling down between his legs whenhe opened the door! He was a big stud, his body was the color of dark milkchocolate (did I mention my family and me were black?), and the hair on hischest was a thick mass of O’s all over his broad body. He worked aconstruction site when he worked, and his body was all muscle. His waistwas incredibly narrow, and he looked like a wedge.He yawned and said, “Merris. What the hell happened?”“Lawrence got drunk and kicked us out. Can we stay here for the night?” Mymother begged.“Sure, Merris. Come on in.” So we went in, my mother, two sisters andmyself. “I only got a one-bedroom, but the couch folds out into a sleepersofa.” he said as he pulled the cushions off. That’ll sleep you and thetwins, but I guess Rodney will have to sleep with me.” He eyed me. “Can youfollow my rules for people who sleep in my bed?”“Uh, sure, Uncle Ron.” I said.“Why didn’t you punch the fuck out of your father?” he asked meappraisingly.“I wanted to.” I said. “But Mama wouldn’t let me.”Uncle Ron laughed. “That’s the ticket.” he said. “Man got to stand up forhimself in this world. It’s a sure bet no one is going to stand up foryou.”“Yeah.” I said.“I don’t like that talk.” Mama said. “The Good Book says you got to meetharsh words with kindness.”“And that’s why you’re here.” Uncle Ron concluded. “I’m sorry, Merris, Ishouldn’t poke fun at your religion. Don’t understand it, but shouldn’tpoke fun at it. Covers in that closet over there.” he pointed. “Makeyourselves comfortable. I got to go to work tomorrow so I’ll saygood-night. Come on, Rodney.”I followed Uncle Ron to his bedroom. His apartment wasn’t laid out likemost apartments, it was sort of a long L-shaped around two sides of thebuilding. In the very front was the living room where Mama and my sisterswere, but to get to his bedroom you had to walk down a small hallway to thekitchen at the next corner of the house, through the kitchen, and then downanother small hallway to his bedroom, a distance of nearly eighty feettotal. I followed behind like a puppy and when we got to the bedroom, UncleRon said, “Okay, my rules for the bed. First, you gotta do whatever I say.”“All right, Uncle Ron.”“Second, I don’t allow clothes in my bed. So strip and come climb in.”Uncle Ron shrugged off his bathrobe and got into bed, lay there watchingme.I pulled off my T-shirt and kicked off my sneakers, leaving fethiye escort only my shortson. I had planned to sleep in that, but when I made a move to the bed,Uncle Ron said, “Ah-ah!” A warning sound. “Don’t bring those filthy clothesinto my bed. Out of ‘em.”I gulped and pulled off my shorts and was nude before my Uncle. Helaughed. “No briefs? No Fruit-of-the-Looms?”I shrugged, embarrassed. “I usually sleep nude.” I admitted. “I keep myshorts under my pillow so I can tug them on when Mama knocks at the door,but tonight, I just didn’t have time.“Good!” Uncle Ron said. “Man’s body got to breathe at night. Now climb onin.”I did and Uncle Ron snuggled up close to me. “Next rule. I get to play withanyone in my bed, male or female, any way I want to.”“Huh?” I asked, and that’s when his hand grabbed my cock. I didn’t knowwhat to do as he jerked my dick and it rose up fast.“Man, you got a nice fat one on you, don’t you?” Uncle Ron saidadmiringly. “I got to get my lips around this one.” And he threw back thecovers and I could see his body shuffle down while his broad arm kept afirm grip on me to keep me from getting away. Then I felt his lips, allwarm as a freshly dunked washrag slide down over my cock and I just kind ofmoaned, a moan that welled up from deep down inside my body. I had neverfelt anything like it before, his lips on my cock, all wet and soft and so,so warm, and I didn’t want it ever to stop. Uncle Ron pushed my cock intohis mouth and started shoving it down his throat and I could feel themoist, soft tissues back there, and he kept on pushing down until his lipswere buried in my still- scraggly pubic hairs, and he had it all, all of mycock in his mouth, and he just kept it there like he was never going to letit go.“Ooooooh!” I moaned again. “That feels nice!”He pulled back up again, clinging tightly all the way and my foreskinpuckered up over my cockhead until his lips whump-bumped over the cockheadand he had hold just of my foreskin, and he held it there, fishing into thetaut pucker with his tongue-tip and I just had to buck my hips up andreclaim some of that warmth for my wet cock. He grabbed hold of the base ofmy cock and held my foreskin up while his tongue danced and probed into it,and I said, “Oh, Uncle Ron, do it again! Please!”“I’m just warming up.” He promised me. “I’m going to suck every last dropof your jism out of your balls, until they are hanging there all empty anduseless.” And he dove back down to engulf me again, and this time he movedup and down, milking me deeply with every stroke, and I groaned and reachedfor his head, wanting to grab him and shove him down deep onto my cock, butnot daring to do anything to stop or even slow down his wonderfulmovements, his lips washing over my cock like the ocean waves washing overmy body at Mobile Bay, slow and warm.Uncle Ron kept sucking me, speeding up now, impatient and urging my body onand on, and I groaned again, one groan not being enough, I moaned and thenpanted as my whole body was heated by the friction of his soft escort fethiye warm lips.My cock grew hot, hotter than I had ever felt it before, and my ballscrawled up until they were tiny orbs attached to my cock base, and a tinglyfeeling in my stomach grew and moved down into my crotch, collecting there,and I felt my face flush and my breath went quicker and quicker and I feltthe tingly feeling suddenly rush into my cock and from there I was lost tomy senses, I panted “Oh, oh, oh, oo-oh-ohhhh!” and my come ripped out of melike hot sandpaper, filling his mouth with huge, heavy blobs and I couldfeel it being too much for Uncle Ron, though he began to swallow and holdon tight, and my jizz dribbled around the corners of his mouth and down mycock, to be caught by him again as he dove back down and lost again as hepulled up, sucking hard on me now, really sucking, not just moving hislips, but trying to siphon my cock like it was a rubber hose he was usingin some parking lot when he was out of gas.When I finally lay exhausted on the bed, my sweat a solid mass of liquidbeneath me, Uncle Ron carefully licked my cock clean and crawled up to laynext to me. “That was a hell of a load.” he said proudly. “I had forgottenwhat a youngster like you can pour out when you suck them. Man, I’m goingto do you again in the morning.”And he stretched out on his back and I looked down at his cock which he waspounding. “Can I do yours?” I asked.“You got to be a man before you can suck my dick.” Uncle Ron said.“I’m legal.” I protested.“Maybe, but you still living with your mama, and that means you ain’t a manyet. A man stands on his own.”“I’m going to get a job and move out.” I said.“Haven’t done it yet.” he pointed out. He was right.“Can I at least touch it?”“Little boys like you can play with it with your hands only.” Heconceded. “Reach on down there and yank it for me. Do a proper job on itand I’ll reconsider letting you get your lips on it.”I was eager and I reached down and found that my hands had a job ahead ofthem. His cock was thick and felt like iron covered with velvet. I gave hima quick up and down stroke and he groaned appreciatively and I kept it up,pounding my Uncle Ron’s pud as hard and fast as I could. I wanted to makehim come really hard, the way he had me, so I gave him all I could, longstrokes up and down his steel-hard manhood, while he grunted and let me dohim any way I liked. I enjoyed feeling this much power over Uncle Ron whonever let anyone have anything over him, so I sat up so I could pound itharder, then got an idea.I scooted around, never letting go of him and trying to keep up thehard-and-fast pace, until I was able to crawl in between his legs. Fromthere, I could get both hands on his cock and I gave him a double-handedheavy pounding that brought gasps of pleasure from him, and he grabbed mewith his legs and scooted up until he was holding his lower body off thebed and his ass was mashing my cock and balls and I pounded him fiercelyand he groaned and without any further warning I suddenly fethiye escort bayan had a freakingfirehose in my hand. Come was flying everywhere and I felt blobs of it hitmy face and my chest and my arms and I saw it landing on him and on the bedon both sides, while he yelled with joy, loud as a bastard and I kept it upuntil his rock- hard cock became a piece of soggy pulp in my hand, and myhands were covered with his jism the same as the rest of me.I lay down on top of him and kissed one nipple, felt salty taste in mymouth and licked it up. “Did you like that, Uncle Ron?” I asked.“You were great, k**!” he assured me. “That’s going to be your job anytimeyou stay with me from now on.”I was glad to hear there was going to be a “from now on.” Uncle Ron kepthis promise the next morning, I heard the alarm go off, get shut off byUncle Ron reaching over me, and the next thing I felt was his head slidingunder the covers over my stomach and down to my cock where he slurped itdown again. It felt really great in that early-morning lassitude to have mycock sucked by a man who really appreciates sucking cock. I let him suck meuntil I shot my morning load right down his throat. I wanted to play withhis cock after, but Mama came knocking on the door right after he hadfinished, so I had to let go of him and get up and get dressed. Mamawouldn’t wait for you to answer, she’d give you about thirty seconds thenshe’d open the door and come right in, so I had learned to be quick, andwhen she opened the door, I was out of bed and in my shorts, sitting on thebed’s edge.“Come on, son.” Mama said. “We’re going to go home now.”I looked over at Uncle Ron, who cocked an eyebrow at me. “I don’t want togo back, Mama.”“I need your help, son, with your Daddy.” Mama said, which wasn’t fair,even though she did.I got in and Daddy, who usually was passed out in bed, was up and stillbelligerent. “What the hell are you bastards doing back here, bitch!” hesaid to me and Mama.I’d had enough. I walked up and looked at him with clear eyes, saw a manwho didn’t deserve what good things he had, and who had never treated me orMama with a bit of respect. And a man has to insist on respect, or he’llnever get it.So I said, “Shut up, old man!” and I slugged him, hard, right in the nose.That was all it took. He went from snarling b**st to cowering c***d in notime, and Mama dove down, crying, “c***d, what have you done to your Daddy?He didn’t mean nothing by it, baby.” she crooned while she held onto him.I saw my Mama with clear eyes, too. “I’m moving out of here, Mama.” Isaid. “I’ll get my things and just go. You need help, but it ain’t me.” Andso I got my things and left, and she never looked at me in the eyes onceall that time.So by that evening, I was knocking on Uncle Ron’s door. I was hungry ashell and dirty, but I felt prouder than I’d felt in a long time. He openedthe door and said, “Hey, Rodney! Where’s your Mama?”“Back with Daddy.” I said. “I got a job now. Can I stay here with you untilpayday?”He smiled. “You sure can, Rodney. Same terms as before?”“Almost.” I said. “If I’m going to be your roommate, I get to make a fewrules in bed, too.”He smiled. “That’s fair, man. That’s fair.”And I realized then just how good it felt to be called a man, and know Ideserved it.