Uncle Mike

Uncle Mike

I was thirteen years old the summer I spent at my Uncle Mike’s. I lived with my mom and she went to visit friends of hers in Florida. As I was getting to be a “big boy” and was going to turn fourteen in another month it was decided that I could stay that summer with Uncle Mike, who was my mom’s younger brother.

Mike was a cool guy, only thirty then and lived in a small house not far from us. I would have to share a room with him and even the bed but that did not bother me. My uncle and I got along very well and we were more like buddies than uncle and nephew. I had no trepidations of stripping down to my underwear for bed when we turned in for the night and the two of us would climb into Uncle Mike’s small bed, only a full, both of us in our underpants. We wrestled on the bed that first night, in our underwear. Uncle Mike pinned me down on the mattress and gave the seat of my shorts a couple playful slaps. I had not been spanked since I was probably about nine years old and I thought it was funny to be spanked like a little kid. When we finally went to bed and turned out the light my cock started to get hard in my underwear as I thought about the slaps he had given to my ass and my butt still tingled from it.

When I woke up that first morning Uncle Mike was spooning me from behind and I could feel the hard bulge of his cock in his underpants pressing up against my ass. Instead of being alarmed I felt a reassuring sensation as the man groaned in his sleep and inadvertently humped himself against me. I pressed back gently and squeezed my own hard cock, then went off to sleep. When I awoke probably an hour later Mike was up and had breakfast ready for us.

We fished, worked on his old truck and did a lot of things that summer. The wrestling in our underwear at night on the bed became an almost nightly ritual. Every time we wrestled Mike would pin me down and give me a few swats on my ass. I would always laugh and sometimes this would happen two or three times during the match. I always got hard from this and got a funny feeling in my crotch. I would also notice that Uncle Mike would sometimes have a bulge in his briefs as well. Most mornings I would wake up to find him pressed up behind me and his bulge poking me from behind. I was never worried by this.

About the third or fourth time this happened I lay there and was feeling completely horny as I could feel my uncle’s big dick encased in his fruit of the looms nudging against my ass. I suddenly wanted to feel his cock. I gently moved my hand back and and just touched the bulge in his underwear. It felt huge and hot to me. I could feel him breathing on my neck and I slowly moved my hand up and down the bulge in his briefs, feeling the length and thickness of it. I brought my hand back and sniffed it. I could smell sweat and a manly smell that I did not yet possess in my own adolescent crotch. It turned me on immensely and my own cock, barely five inches then was as hard as it had ever been in my shorts. I squeezed it briefly and then went back to sleep.

This now became an almost morning ritual. If Uncle Mike was pressed up against me in the morning I would reach my hand back and feel him up, each time doing it a little longer than the last. If he knew about this he never let up about it and we never said a word about it during the day. I liked the feel of his big cock and I longed to feel it without the cover of his briefs but I was too chicken to reach under the waistband and feel it. What if he woke up? How would I explain why I had my hand down his pants, literally? I also liked the feel of the spanks he gave me when we wrestled, which seemed to be getting harder and more often during our matches.

A little over a week into my stay we had a really good wrestling match going, both of us again in our underwear. We both had bulges in our briefs but neither of us said anything about it or stopped wrestling because of it. Uncle Mike pinned me down on the bed and gave my cotton covered ass three good whacks with the palm of his hand. I laughed and pivoted around, jumping on his chest. My dick was throbbing in the front of my briefs, which was now pressed against his stomach. I could feel his own erection poking between my legs and rapping directly against my bottom. I bounced on him a couple times. We looked at each other for a moment and then he easily swung me off of him and again pinned me face down, this time over his lap. I felt his hand on my ass again and braced myself for another couple of swats. My cock was hard as ever and I could feel his pulsating against mine. Uncle Mike rubbed my butt for a moment and then I felt his fingertips at the waistband of my underpants. He slowly pulled them down and bared my ass, and gave me three good slaps.

I jumped up and said, “You’re gonna get it for that!”

“Oh yeah, little man?” he said with a laugh. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna pin you and then sit on your face and fart on you!” I said, laughing.

“Fair enough,” he said. “And what if you can’t pin me and I pin you?”

I thought for a moment and then said, “You can give me a spanking, this time with my underwear all the way down.”

We looked at each other again for a moment and then he stuck out his hand and said, “Deal.”

With that we went to wrestling and I put up a token resistance, but I really wanted him to pin me and spank my bare ass. He finally got me down over his lap and I was pinned for sure. I felt his hand on my ass and then his fingers at the waistband again. I raised myself up to allow him to pull them down, which he did, slowly all the way down to my knees. His hand massaged my bare ass for a moment and then he asked in a husky voice, “So how many should I give you?’

I wiggled a bit with nervous and excited expectation on his lap.