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Subject: Bobby Boy Part One Incest Bobby-Boy Part One You can give Nifty a few pets in the form of a fty/donate.html 100% Fiction, Adult Content: Mb Sitting here at my Uncle Billy’s funeral at 22, I’m at a loss at being able to deal with the many people coming and going around me. It was sudden and unexpected, and it is something I didn’t think I’d have to deal with right at this moment. I was getting ready to graduate college, and while I hadn’t seen my uncle in several years, he does indeed hold a special place in my life. I hoped he would be here for my graduation. Now, I’m not sure I’ll be ready to be part of the long ceremony, though my mom encourages me to go through with it as so many plans have already been made. And while I am sad and I’m taking the time to care for myself and help out as I can, I remember fondly the times we had together, Billy and myself. Not just the sharing of good times at family events or holidays; no, we had more of a relationship than that. From the time I was eight or nine, I began a real invested relationship with Billy. Of course, some might say that our relationship wasn’t healthy, but I would disagree. I was endlessly fascinated with my uncle, which would grow into a more intimate feeling for him. When I was so young, I didn’t always understand why I liked to be with him; I just knew that when I was at his side, even just watching TV or something, I felt better than being away from him. Some of it was due to my dad having just passed and my mom picking up the slack of working more than one job. It was unexpected, an accident, but we were left to pick up and carry on, and my mom did. At that time, we lived just a trip through the neighbor’s backyard and down the block from Billy, which meant that I was often over there or him over at our house sharing dinners or me being left with him while my parents were out. It became more of an everyday thing once dad was gone as mom was away so much at work while Billy could have a more flexible work from home kind of schedule. A few years before dad passed, I remember trying to see Billy as often as possible. He was always ready to have me sit in his lap, give me hugs, give me kisses, pull at me, wrestle with me. He was a stocky fellow with a crop of burnt, brown hair and beard. I was a pudgy boy and loved how I looked like him. Actually, I looked like my dad, who looked like Billy and Granddad. He would always scoop me up and hug me with his big arms, and I would bury my face in his neck. I would kiss his neck and cheek, and then he would kiss me on the lips with a loud, quick smack. One hand under my butt, my legs around him, he’d carry me to sit with him in his big chair. I could tell him anything, and he would listen. At the time, I didn’t have any sexual feelings for him outside of that unknown love of being at his side, but over time that did grow. At that time, though, it was enough to be with him. I remember having fun draped in his lap, and he just unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open enough to reveal his big chest. He had the best nipples, thick nubs on a broad base, a dark pink on top of his tanned torso. He’d pull me to lay against him, and of course, I had to rest my face right between the mounds of his breasts. He was heavyset, but he wasn’t flabby fat–the same for me. I was pudgy, but I was not saggy fat. Like him, I was broader and stockier than blubbery. When I nuzzled into him, I loved his warmth, and I loved how he smelled. He would stroke my hair and rub my shoulders and back while I lay against him. Once I remembered him pulling my legs to kind of splay around him, one hand gripping around my thigh. Over time, it just became the thing I always did with Billy. I might have been 7 or so when I remember purposely being in the moment with him, and I even took to dressing like him if I could. He often had plaid short-sleeve shirts and jeans or cargo shorts on, and I would ask for those kinds of clothes when we went shopping. My dad thought it was funny, and Uncle Billy just blew it off as no big deal. I learned quickly, though, that he only went so far when others were around as comfortable as we were with each other. I can remember him jerking şişli travesti together his clothes when my mom popped in to pick me up a little early. He snapped his shirt up and turned to me with a finger over his mouth and very concerned eyes. “I know,” I said to him And I did. Even then, I kind of knew that this was just something between us. It only went so far at a get-together. Me sitting beside Uncle Billy, his arm around me, was perfectly fine. No one thought anything about that. I instinctively kind of knew that my laying on his big bare belly with his hands on me was not a thing my parents would want to see, nor would I want my friends to know about it and have more reason to make fun of me. So, I learned to keep our time just between us. It seemed naughty, and I liked being naughty for sure. One Saturday, I remember going over because it was the summer Olympics, and there was an amateur wrestling final on that Billy made a big deal about. If Billy liked it, well then, I liked it too and wanted to come and watch it with him. “What do you know about wrestling?” my dad asked. “Plenty! I watch it every Saturday morning!” They all thought that was funny. Billy said to come over and hang out, and I could watch it with him. And that wink at me. My heart always fluttered at that wink. My mom was just relieved she didn’t have to drag me around from department store to supermarket that Saturday morning. She thanked Billy profusely, who said it was no problem, I could come early and stay all day if I wanted. That was great to me as it not only got me out of hanging out with mom all morning, but it got me out of chores as well. After breakfast that morning, I didn’t get out of all my chores as I had to clean my bathroom, but after a shower and dressing in my button-down that snapped up and my jeans and sneakers, I headed to Billy’s house. I knocked on his door, and there he was! Practically in the same outfit, he scooped me and hugged me. I wrapped my legs around him, and he carried me in, kicking the door shut behind me. He was all smiles and laughs, but then, he leaned in and kissed me. Not just an uncle’s quick smooch, he kissed me with a new kind of passion. I felt over the moon crushed in that big man’s arms, his face so close to mine. His lips laid into mine, and he kissed me. I smiled at him; I knew I was profoundly blushing. I just went with my feelings, though, and I kissed him back. Not a quick, little boy kiss as was usual, but a good kiss like he had just done to me. He smiled at me in return and rubbed at my head. He carried me into the kitchen and set me down. He went with a thought to the front door, and I heard him lock it. When he returned, we gathered some snacks and drinks and made our way into his TV room. We dumped everything on his coffee table, and I remember clearly him settling into his oversized recliner. His legs opened a bit, his jeans pulled up around his bulky crotch, his arms open, and a big smile on his face. “Come sit on my lap!” Billy encouraged me. I eagerly crawled up and sat up against him. He kissed me again. I could only smile and hug him. “Can you open your shirt?” I asked Billy, blushing a bit more. “You want to unsnap it for me? All the way down?” he said, almost a whisper. I nodded, and I reached for his top button. He smiled at me, his arms out to the side, and I began to undo his shirt. I got down to the last one over his belt. He winked at me. “You’ll have to pull it out of my pants.” That was definitely a whisper, and I was definitely red-faced. I pulled up on the halves of his shirt and pulled it up and out of his jeans. I unsnapped the rest of the buttons and pushed his shirt open. His boobs were big. I do remember that–the huge hunks of his breasts. His nipples were thick and really standing out more so than usual. I put my hand to my mouth, not sure what to think. His hands went around me, and he pulled me close to him. That’s what I wanted, and I let him pull me to his meaty breast. I kissed his neck as I always did before nuzzling into his chest. His right nipple was so tall and taut, I couldn’t resist running my hand over to it. I couldn’t bring myself to actually run my beylikdüzü travesti palm over his nipple. “You can touch me. It’s okay,” Billy whispered. I looked up at him and raised my eyes. He nodded at me. My hand ran over his breast, and that hard nipple was under my hand. I smooshed around it, rubbing it in a circle. He put his hand over mine as I felt him. “They get big like that when I’m happy,” he said. I laughed at him. He grinned and snorted at me. Billy carefully began to undo my shirt, pulling it up out of my pants and down and off my shoulders. I remember looking down at him with my bare chest pale, my own boobs puffy. I blushed deeply as I usually hated even the idea of being bare-chested around anyone with my big boobs and round boy belly, or at least what I thought were overly large boobs and belly. His hands ran over my shoulders and down my arms. He pulled me back into him, and we cuddled so sweetly there for a while. I don’t remember too much more about that day, but I do remember letting the edge of my hand rest so carefully, just at the edge of that big bulge in his jeans. I remember rubbing his beard. I remember him rubbing my belly. I remember him holding me and caressing me before watching some of the Olympics, and then we had a big lunch. I remembered most his affection for me and just how hard my little boy dick I was in my jeans. I felt like it might break. I felt like it was making my jeans tent out a foot or more, but the truth was, he probably didn’t even notice my small pouch poking out a bit. A few days passed, and he had come and gone visiting at my house and sharing dinner, just a good hug and a laugh between us. He bent down to me and gave me that wink of his. “You want to come to see me tomorrow? I’m off from work… I’m free all day.” Of course, I begged my mom and dad, who did really care and kind of didn’t understand what the fuss was all about. “Yes, please, just go…” my mom said, but with a smile. It was a warm day, so I headed over in just a t-shirt and shorts and my sneakers. He opened the door to me bare-chested and barefoot, just a pair of cargo shorts on. He scooped me up like he always did and walked me into the TV room. “Get that shirt off,” Uncle Billy said as he lay back on the couch. I pulled it off and stood there a second. “Looking good, boy. Nice titties on you, oh yes!” He laughed and held out his arms to me. I lay over him on the couch. His arms came around me as my face went right into his neck, snuggling into his beard. I loved his smell. He was clean with some kind of soap scent on him that I just loved. I felt for his nipple as his hand gripped the back edge of my shorts before rubbing up to my hair. I leaned up and kissed him. His lips pursed and met mine, his hand holding my head there for a few seconds. I loved feeling his beard and his lips against me. “You need some good hugs and kisses today?” Billy asked me. I nodded at him, not sure enough to answer in words. “Good!” he said. “I know I do. I couldn’t wait for you to come to see me and get our shirts off!” He sat us up, me on his lap, and my knees parted around him. I remember so vividly how he held me and kissed me–no sloppy or open mouth kisses, but good, real kisses that were slow and lingering. His hand cupped at my breast as I hugged him. I remember his arms swallowing me up, wrapping around me, and holding me oh so tight. I remember huffing a bit, trying not to cry. I don’t know why, but at the moment, I was overcome by my love for him and how he treated me. I didn’t want him to think that I was a crybaby or anything, so I held it back as well as I could. He held me for a while, whispering how much he loved me, that I was safe with him. I didn’t really understand what he meant, but I did know that was all for me and just for me right then. I touched him, my fingers over his nipples, my hands to his beard. He ran his fingers down to the small of my back and then around to my belly. He loved to rub my belly and tell me how handsome I was. We fell back once more; I hovered with my mouth just over his, touching ever so slightly. He let me experiment with putting different types of pressure against istanbul travesti him. “You like my kisses?” Billy whispered against my lips. “Yes,” I whispered against his. “You like my hands on you?” “Yes.” He would ask that more than once. I would always say yes and kiss him to prove it. I sat up, and my foot cocked back into his crotch. He spread his knees as much as he could, and my foot slid over his mound. I giggled at him, but I didn’t move. I let my foot sit there. After that, it was just another day. We played some games and then went out to get some lunch. We climbed into the car; his big hand pawed at my leg as I buckled in. He winked at me and pulled his shirt off. I pulled mine off as well. We drove for a while, his hand finding its way to rub over my belly or down my thigh. I reached over and pressed his big nipple between my fingers. I let my hand come to rest on his hairy leg. He smiled at me and put his hand over mine. That’s how we drove the rest of the way. I’ll never forget his big mitt over mine, his fingers wrapping around my hand. I smiled at him. He gave me that wink and a grin. It went on that way for a long time. I remember it being just little snatches of fun here or there when I could see him. He never touched me between my legs or forced me to do anything. We just had our time together. It was our own secret thing. I always knew, no matter what happened, we’d have that between us. My parents liked that we got along so well and that they could leave me with him without worry. It was no big deal for him to have an arm around me or to hug me or give me a big kiss on the cheek. If I was sitting in his lap or something like that, they might scold me to not hang on Uncle Billy and make me give him some room. I would jerk away and act all embarrassed and then get Billy’s knowing wink on the sly. Just after I turned nine, I remember when I spent time at Billy’s for dinner. I don’t remember much of the day other than we did our usual cuddling and hanging out. He let me help him make dinner, which I always liked, and then I helped him clean it up. Night had fallen, and he walked me out onto his back patio. He shut off all the lights as we went. It was dark out–very dark. The way the high fence was set and how the light was blocked from the street, with no house lights on, it was very dark. I could tell where he was beside me because I eventually could see his shadow move, but not much else. “You know,” he whispered, “Sometimes when it’s dark like this, I come out here no clothes on and stand outside.” “Really?” “Yep!” He gave a chuckle and touched my shoulder. I had a bold thought. The naughtiest thing ever, and I wanted to do it right then. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it before kicking my shoes off. I then unzipped my shorts and pulled them down along with my underwear. I stepped out of them. “Bud, did you just take your clothes off?” “Yep!” I laughed, though I was a little scared and probably beat red. He squatted down beside me, his hand reaching out for me. He rubbed down my back to the top of my butt. “You sure did! Good for you!” he encouraged as his hand slid around to my side and then down on my flank. He squatted and moved behind me. He pulled me in between his legs, my back to him. He hugged me, his hands rubbing over my belly. His lips kissing along my shoulder, I turned my head so that he could kiss me on the mouth. His hands cupped my breasts, my little boy dick sticking up to my belly as hard as a nail. It was safe to be naughty in the dark, I thought in my head. I turned to face him, his hands on my back, one settling at the small of my back just above my butt. I wanted that hand to touch me lower. I wanted him to fill his big mitt with my little boy butt as I felt his lips open over my mouth. It was so good. He kissed my whole mouth at once. He lifted me and stood, my legs wrapped around him, his hand supporting the side of my butt, the other around my waist. My hard dinker was pressed into him, and I wondered if he could feel it. I didn’t care; I loved Uncle Billy so much at that moment. Eventually, he set me down and told me to put my clothes on, which in the near pitch dark, it was harder than I thought. He went inside and left me to it. When I went in, he wrapped things up pretty quickly and walked me home. It wouldn’t be too long after that my dad would pass unexpectedly, and things would change. All feedback and chat are welcome: ail

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