FRICTION FICTION: UNCLE RICK’S RETURN by Kenneth Kirk

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UNCLE RICK’S RETURN

By Kenneth Kirk

(Numbers.July.1980.)

I don't suppose I'll ever forget my eighteenth summer. That summer
brought a great turning point in my life, it was the summer I found out
who I was, or at least what I was. And I have my Uncle Rick to thank for
showing me my real self.

Uncle Rick was my father's youngest brother. He had graduated from high
school when I was about five or six years old. Shortly after graduation
he disappeared and was apparently never heard from again. Once when I
was about thirteen I found an old photograph album with pictures of the
whole family, including the mysterious Uncle Rick. In Grandma's picture
book I watched Rick grow from toddler to teenager. His graduation
picture showed him to be a handsome young man with short blond hair and
defiant looking blue eyes. When I asked Grandma what had happened to
Rick, her face tightened up and she grumbled, "He went away someplace."

My eighteenth summer was also the summer I got my first job. I was hired
by my father's country club to be their evening lifeguard. Since this
job required wearing swimming trunks at all times, I developed the habit
of sunning in our back yard for a couple of hours each afternoon. I had
not yet acquired the interest in girls that some of my friends had, but
I did have a strong interest in my own body. I wanted it to be lean,
muscled, and well tanned.

One afternoon in mid June, I was lying in the yard working on my tan
when I heard the doorbell. I hurried to the door and discovered a very
handsome man in his late twenties standing on the porch. He was tall and
trim and was dressed in very tight, faded jeans and a T-shirt that
revealed a well developed chest. He had a beautiful golden tan and a
crop of long, blond hair that seemed to flow around his face like a
halo. His strong chin and straight nose seemed an unusual contrast to
the softness of his lips and the gentleness of the deep blue eyes.

As I looked into his face, I realized that his eyes were not looking at
mine, but were aimed at my crotch. Involuntarily, my cock stiffened
slightly and I became acutely aware of how small my bikini was.
Nervously, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Slowly the
man looked up from my bikini to my face, and our eyes met for a long,
deep look. There was a strange tightness in my stomach and a tickling
sensation at the base of my spine. I almost shuddered, but he seemed
perfectly calm.

After a moment his lips parted into a slow smile, and then he spoke
softly. "What's your name?"

"Gary Lancer," I mumbled.

"Hi, Gary," he said through his smile. "I'm Rick Lancer, your uncle."

Somehow when he said his name, it came as no surprise to me. I hesitated
a moment, not really knowing what to do. Then I stepped back into the
hallway and motioned for him to come in. He grinned as he leaned down to
pick up a tattered old brown suitcase. As he walked ahead of me down the
hall and into the den, I was conscious of only one thing: the swaying of
those well rounded hips inside his tight jeans. I tried to will my eyes
away from my uncle's backside, but it was impossible to do. The
nervousness I'd felt in my stomach since I opened the door was growing
stronger, I wondered if I was about to be sick.

In the den he sprawled on the sofa so I sat in the chair across from
him. It was then that I noticed for the first time the sizable bulge in
the front of his jeans. I was completely at a loss as to what to say to
my long lost uncle. My body's reaction to his presence continued to
grow, and I had the uncomfortable feeling that he knew exactly what was
happening. He never took his eyes off of me, and his quiet smile never
varied. It was obvious he was enjoying my predica-ment.

Again the silence filled the room. Across from me Rick shifted and threw
one leg over the arm of the sofa. In this position his crotch was open
to my full view. I could not keep my eyes off his bulge and he knew it.
After a moment he placed his hand over his basket. I thought he was
going to scratch, but soon I realized he was not scratching, he was
massaging himself very slowly.

That was more than I could bear. I could feel myself getting harder. I
had to get some clothes on so he couldn't see what was happening to me.
"Excuse me," I said as I rose quickly from my chair. As I slipped out of
the room, I tried desperately to cover myself without being too obvious
about it. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was still watching
me and smiling.

I went down the hall to my bedroom, intending to put on a shirt and some
jeans. Just getting away from this attractive man seemed to help me get
myself under control. As I took a shirt from its hanger, I heard the
bedroom door shut. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Rick standing with
his back against the closed door and his hand massaging his crotch more
vigorously.

I stood frozen in front of the closet as Rick slowly crossed the few
feet to my side. He reached out with his free hand and took the shirt
from me. Then he dropped it on the floor. After disposing of the hanger
in the same manner, he put his hand under my chin and turned my face
toward his. "It's okay," he said simply. When he had said it, his hand
slid down my chest until it rested lightly on my crotch. At his touch I
began to harden instantly. Very slowly he started to massage me with one
hand as he continued to work on himself with the other.

His arms went around my back before I knew what was happening. He pulled
me into his chest. His face came toward mine and his soft lips fell
gently on my own. As his mouth began to move on mine his hands drifted
down to my buttocks. He gripped one in each hand. By this time my cock
had swollen so much it had escaped the top of the bikini and was crushed
against Rick's thigh. I could feel the heaviness of his manhood even
through his jeans. His tongue probed its way between my lips and through
my teeth as it sought the interior of my mouth.

I had never experienced anything as incredibly exciting as this. Rick
seemed to know just what to do to drive me insane with desire. I could
hardly breathe. Rational thought had long ago stopped in my brain. I
couldn't analyze what he was doing to me, but I knew that whatever it
was, I wanted it to continue.

His hands moved on my ass cheeks and I felt the tiny bit of cloth slide
down my legs, landing in a puddle atop my feet. Half lifting and half
pushing me, he guided me to the edge of the bed. When I felt the
mattress brush the back of my knees, he shoved gently against my
shoulders and I dropped back onto the bedspread.

As I lay gasping for breath and trying to understand what was happening,
Rick started to undress. Quickly he peeled the shirt from his body. I
was stunned by the sensuality of his chest It was unbelievable. The pecs
were solid and massive, but somehow managed to look soft to the touch.
His abdomen was hard. His entire torso was beautifully tanned and
overlaid excitingly with a heavy covering of golden hair. He tossed the
shirt onto the floor and reached down to unfasten his jeans. I caught
quick glimpses of his half erect tool as he moved about while pulling
the pants from his long, lean legs. His legs were as deeply tanned as
his chest and were also covered with tiny golden hairs. The narrow white
area across his groin merely accentuated the darkness of the tan.

When he had disposed of his jeans, Rick placed his knees on the bed on
either side of my hips and hoisted himself over me. I couldn't take my
eyes from his rapidly expanding cock. Even though I was straining with
the greatest hard on I'd ever had, I knew he was already bigger and was
still growing.

His face came down upon mine and we kissed deeply. His hands fell onto
my armpits and he pushed me further onto the bed. He moved with me, his
mouth insistent upon mine. He lay flat upon me and I moaned at the
intimacy of his embrace. I was reaching new heights of sexual excitement
as we shared our nakedness. The feel of his great chest upon mine was
fantastic. The tiny hairs didn't quite tickle and didn't quite scratch
me, but were definitely there moving on me like a thousand tiny fingers.
Lower down I could feel his rod against my abdomen, hard like a log, yet
promising to yield for my delight.

His legs gripped me in a vise as he continued to straddle me. As we
kissed his hands moved up to caress the back of my head, my cheek, my
brow. Again I moaned. For an instant I was so overcome by the excitement
he was bringing to me that I almost wanted it to stop. I was about to
experience the great unknown, the ultimate adult adventure. I was
afraid. I wasn't sure I was ready.

As if sensing my thoughts, Rick paused in his aggression and raised his
face above mine.

Looking into my eyes, he smiled and whispered, "There isn't anything to
fear, Gary. I won't do anything to hurt you. I only want to make you
feel good." His blue eyes pierced my soul. "Okay baby?"

"Yes," I croaked. I was silent for a moment before I spoke my biggest
worry. "But, Rick, I, uh, I don't really know what to do."

He smiled broadly. "That's okay, Gary. I'll teach you what you need to
know."

"But I want you to feel good, too."

"I will," he assured me. "You'll be great."

We gazed into each other's eyes and he brought his lips back to mine.
The touch of his mouth made my pulse race. For the first time I touched
him with my hands. The skin of his back seemed to scald my palms so that
I had to move them around to keep from being burned. Gradually I slipped
one hand down to the cleft in his butt. As I caressed his firm ass with
one hand and his back with the other, he began to move gently atop me,
pressing against me and then pulling away slightly.

"Oh, God," he moaned softly against my ear. "You're wonderful, Gary."

"Ghhh" was all I could say.

Just as I began to wonder what would happen next, Rick started to show
me. He lifted himself from me, looked into my eyes for one long,
intimate second, and began to lift himself further back from me. At last
I was able to view his fantastic instrument at its fullness of glory. As
he moved away from me, he bent and kissed my hard nipple and then moved
his head down to my abdomen, kissing and licking as he went.

He touched my cock with his hand and I thought I would shower him with
my cream right then. He held it up and kissed its head. His kiss melted
as his lips parted and my prick was engulfed in the warmth and wetness
of his mouth. No one had ever done that to me before. I was amazed at
the incredible sensations he created with his talented tongue and strong
jaws.

"Oh," I moaned. "Oh, Rick, it's wonderful!"

As he began to suck and move his mouth up and down on my organ, I felt
it growing even larger than before. But Rick had no problems with its
size. He moved his mouth down until his lips were buried in my pubic
hair and my cock was buried in his throat and then he started to hum!
The vibration of his throat against my glans was all it took to finish
me off. My breathing became short and quick. My groaning increased. My
feet got hot and started to tingle. The tingling moved up my legs until
it centered itself in my groin. As the moved through my cock and
began exploding into his throat, Rick grabbed me tightly around the
waist and hung on as I started thrashing about.

"Oh, my God!" I yelled and thrust my hips up from the mattress. It was
the strongest orgasm I'd ever had and one I've never forgotten. We
rocked back and forth for a long time as Rick continued to hum and I
continued to shoot spurt after spurt of my hot juices into his waiting,
pulsing throat.

Slowly Rick pulled his mouth off my cock and moved back over me. He lay
gently atop me and kissed my cheek. I was still gasping a little for
breath, but finally I was able to speak to him. "That was better than I
ever thought it could be, Rick. Is it always that good?"

He smiled. "Well, it gets better as you learn more and more about it.
But I guess there's something very special about the first time. I don't
think you'll ever forget it."

"Oh, hell, no. I'll never forget that!"

"Good." He touched my lips with a soft, loving kiss that told me he
really meant it when he said he wanted to make me feel good.

"You made me feel great, Rick."

"I'm glad, baby. Now I want to teach you a few more things that will
also make you feel good."

"Now?" I was a bit apprehensive as I wondered what else he was planning
to teach me, but I felt my cock begin to stir at the thought of doing
more wonderful things with my newly discovered Uncle Rick.

"Yes, now," he whispered quietly. And with that he kissed me again, but
this time with much more passion. His tongue aroused me to another fever
pitch of excitement almost immediately. Then he rose from me again, but
this time instead of moving down across my body, he moved up until his
huge rod was suspended above my face. "Take it, baby," he cooed softly
as he lowered his hips.

I parted my lips to receive him, guiding his throbbing organ between my
teeth with one hand. I'd never had anything so big and powerful in my
mouth, and I couldn't help but feel a little frightened by the act I was
performing. I knew Rick could stuff it all the way down my throat if he
wanted to, but I also trusted him not to do anything unpleasant to me.
He pushed deep into my mouth until I gagged involuntarily. Immediately
he withdrew until just his glans remained in my mouth. Soon he moved
back into my mouth, increasing the tempo of his thrusts and withdrawals.
I was excited by the restrained power I could feel in his body. As I
became accustomed to what was happening, I began to enjoy it more. I
could imagine how fantastic it must feel for Rick, and I was glad to be
giving him such pleasure.

After a few minutes he pulled out of my mouth and rolled over on the
bed, lying still beside me. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. You're great!" He reached over and tousled my hair
affectionately. "Come with me," he said and started to get up from the
bed.

I wasn't ready to stop what we'd been doing. "Wait Rick. I . . . "

He laughed. "Don't worry, kid. We aren't through. I just thought of
something fun. Now, come on."

He pulled me up from the bed and led me down the hall and into the
kitchen. Walking through the house with our raging hard ons seemed quite
weird. In the kitchen, Rick opened a couple of cupboards while I leaned
against the counter, pulling at my dick. Finally he pulled out a can of
Crisco, set it on the counter beside me, and took off the lid. Then he
knelt before me and put my cock back into his mouth. Instantly I felt
the same incredible sensations I'd experienced earlier. I moaned and
began to move in and out of his mouth the way he'd done with me. It was
fantastic!

Rick only sucked me for a minute or two before he stood up and embraced
me, kissing me heavily on the mouth. Then I felt him touch my cock with
a cold and greasy hand. He was smearing the Crisco on my rod! When the
shaft was completely covered with grease, he stepped back, reaching
behind himself with the same hand and smearing Crisco on his asshole. He
was doing it for me. He was going to let me fuck him! I thought I'd
come, just thinking about doing it.

He turned around with his back to me and took my cock in his hand. I was
in a state of semi shock as I watched him guide my manhood into his
beautiful asshole. The pressure as he pushed against me made me think it
would never go in, but suddenly his ass opened and I slid in. I couldn't
believe the heat and tightness inside. He grunted slightly as he backed
toward me making my cock miraculously disappear from view. When it was
as deep inside him as it would go, he paused.

"Feel okay, Gary?"

"Yes. Oh, God, yes, Rick!"

With that he leaned forward. My rod slid backwards until it almost came
out before he leaned back against me one more time. I grabbed him by the
sides of his hips and helped him move back and forth on me. He seemed to
be gripping me tightly in his ass and I knew I wouldn't last long at
this rate. After a few minutes, he stopped moving and sat against my
stomach. Then he stood up a bit, reached behind and grasped my arms. He
pulled me around until he was facing the counter. Then he let go of my
arms and leaned over, exposing his gorgeous buns to me again. "Fuck me
good, Gary" he said. "Now."

He didn't have to coax me to get me to fuck that fantastic ass. I pulled
my swollen prick almost out and then shoved it back in all the way. It
was so incredible I thought I would come in only a couple of strokes. As
I neared my climax, I plunged into him faster and faster. He groaned
ecstatically. Finally, I felt my legs begin to weaken, my feet get hot,
and the tingling going through my entire body. I screamed as the first
shot of raced up my cock and shot deep within his bowels. I pumped
into him as hard as I could as the second and third spurts of
blasted through me. My knees lost their strength and I fell over on
Rick's back. It felt so good being buried deep inside him that I didn't
want to ever pull out, but I knew that eventually I would have to.

"How ya doing, baby?" he asked as my breathing began to return to
normal.

"Marvelous!"

"Me too."

How could anyone feel good after just having a horny cock stuffed up his
ass? Well, already Rick had taught me a lot of things. Maybe he could
teach me that, too. My cock stiffened just a little in anticipation of
changing places with him.

"Am I just imagining it, or are you getting hard again, baby?"

"No. It's true," I said with a somewhat self-conscious laugh.

"Incredible! No wonder everybody loves to be with hot teenagers. Well,
don't just stand there. Start fucking!" He wiggled his ass around my
cock and sent me into orbit with the sensations he created.

This time I was able to delay my orgasm a little longer than before so I
tried as many variations as I could think of. I found the short, quick
jabs even more thrilling than the longer, slower thrusts. As I built
toward climax, Rick's ass suddenly seemed to clamp down tightly around
my shaft. Almost immediately, he brought me off, sending me practically
through the ceiling in delight. I managed to hang onto him long enough
for the last spurt of to fly into him, and then I slowly sank to the
floor as my legs gave out beneath me.

I sat in a heap on the floor as Rick turned around and laughed. "You're
something else, stud," he said and ruffled my hair. I could only grin up
at him as I gasped for breath.

He still had his enormous erection and just looking at it made me want
to try to take him up my ass. It must feel good if he would let me do it
to him twice.

"Rick," I said when I got some air into my lungs. "Would you fuck me
now?"

"Sure," he said as he knelt in front of me and kissed my lips. "But
let's go back to bed first."

As we walked back through the house, he warned me that it would hurt a
little at first, but if we were careful, the pain would soon pass and
I'd love every minute of it. He told me to relax and not worry; he'd do
all the rest.

When we were back in bed, Rick smeared the Crisco on his cock and put a
little up my asshole with his finger. His finger felt big when it was
inside me so I didn't see how we'd ever get his huge prick up in there.
But I knew we had to try.

Then his cock started pushing on the door to my ass. At first I thought
it would be impossible to get it in, but without warning I felt my
asshole open up as he entered. The pain was immediate and severe. It
felt like I had a hot poker up my ass. "Stop, Rick. It hurts!"

"I know, baby. Just be still and relax. It'll go away in a minute."

He was right As quickly as it had come, the pain died away and a
wonderful fullness remained. As I looked into Rick's concerned face
above me, I was struck by the intimacy of the act. "Oh, Rick. It's
super!"

"I know," he said quietly as he pushed all the way into me. We lay there
for a moment without moving. Then I felt him pulling it out of me. He
moved in and out of me as excitement grew within each of us. I moved my
hips up to meet him as his thrusts got faster and deeper within me. His
breathing quickened. His prick seemed to get even bigger inside my tight
ass.

"God, baby, you've got the most terrific, tight virgin ass I've ever
fucked!" His strokes were coming fast and hard, and that's just how I
wanted them. I could hardly believe this wondrous experience as I felt
my body gathering for yet another climax. I moaned with each thrust into
my bowels. We had lost all thoughts of the world outside our perfectly
timed fucking. I knew by the strain on his face that Rick was about to
unload inside me. I knew by the weakness in my legs and the sweat on the
bottoms of my feet that I was about to unload on both of us.

"Oh, baby I'm going to come," he panted as the thrusts increased even
more in tempo. "Ohhhh!" he shouted and pumped hard into me as I felt his
juices pouring into my bowels. The realization of what had just taken
place inside me triggered my own ejaculation. Even after so many
climaxes within the past few minutes, this was the best yet. I shot once
again until there was nothing left.

At last we lay still with Rick upon me, his wonderful tool buried in my
ass.

"Was it good?" he asked.

"Oh, yes! God, yes," I said. "I wish we could do this forever."

"I don't know about forever, babe, but we can certainly do it as much as
possible this summer."

"This summer? Are you going to be here all summer?"

"If your dad will let me stay."

"They've got to, Rick. Will you teach me everything about sucking and
fucking?"

"You know I will, Gary. And you'll probably teach me a few things, too."
With that he kissed me firmly on the lips.

"What a fantastic summer this is going to be," I said and grinned at my
uncle. And, God, was I right!

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