Winnie, Boy Princess

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Chapter 2

As soon as they stepped into the foyer, Wayne couldn't keep his jaw closed. He raced around looking at everything. The kitchen with all its chrome appliances, the huge flat screen TV, the homoerotic art on the walls, the king sized bed. "Your Mom told me to put you on the couch, but if you'd rather have the bed, I wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch, Kid."

"Shit." Wayne covered his mouth, looked at his uncle and saw a big smile. "It just sort of slipped out, hehe. But I was gonna ask can't we both sleep on the bed? It's big enough."

"Shit, it sure is!" laughed Jerry. "Just like you're big enough! Big enough to say 'Shit' and 'Hell.'" They both laughed. Jerry threw Wayne's backpack on the bed. "There, it's settled then. Let's rustle up some grub, partner."

After a supper of mac and cheese with tuna fish, they watched a scary movie on TV, then headed off to bed. Wayne opened his backpack, got out his PJs and toothbrush and went in the bathroom. When he came out he was clad for bed. He saw his uncle already sitting up in bed barechested. He started to crumple his clothes into his backpack.

"Put them in the hamper, Kid. I'll be doing a load tomorrow anyway. Might as well throw yours in also." Wayne shrugged and tossed his clothes in the wicker basket. Then he came over with a huge grin and climbed up on the bed. He lay down beside his uncle who turned out the light and lay down as well. There was enough ambient light from the nightlight in the bathroom to see each other's smiling faces.

"I like it here."

"I like having you here, Kid." Jerry put his arm around the boy who snuggled in closer, turned to one side and backed his ass against his uncle.

"Uh, Uncle?"

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Uh, you ain't wearing PJ pants, are you?"

"Nope, I don't even own pajamas, Wayne."

"And you ain't wearing unnywear either, are you?"

"Nope, I always go to bed naked." Wayne started to titter. "What the hell is so funny?" Jerry started to tickle his nephew mercilessly.

"Stop, stop. You're gonna make me pee."

Jerry remembered that day eight years before when this lad peed in his face. "OK, I'll stop."

"I'm sorry I laughed at you being naked."

"Apology accepted." They lay quiet for several minutes.

"Uh, Uncle?"

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Uh, can I see it?"

"See what, Wayne?"

"You know." Wayne didn't know whether to call it a "weewee" like his mom called it when she used to give him his bath, or a "penis" like they called it in the sex ed lesson at school, or a "dick" like his friends called it when they compared sizes.

"You mean my cock?"

"Yeah," relieved to have the terminology question settled. "Your cock."

"Well, I guess that's only fair. After all, I saw your cock once."

"You did?" Wayne turned and looked at his uncle.

"A very long time ago. When you were just born. But I'd sure like to see it again. So I'll show you mine and you show me yours, OK?"

"OK." They both sat up and Jerry turned the light back on. He looked at Wayne and waited. The boy took the cue, jumped out of bed and pulled down his pants while Jerry kicked the covers off his legs. Wayne climbed back on the bed and knelt, looking down at the biggest penis he'd ever seen. The four inch shaft, somewhat darker than the leg it rested against, was surrounded by a lot of hair and flanked by two walnut sized balls.

Meanwhile, Jerry stared at the smallest cock he'd ever seen. "It sure hasn't grown much in eight years," he mused to himself. The boy's foreskin still hid the working end which made it even less imposing.

"Some day your cock will be big just like mine," he assured his nephew.

"You think?" Wayne knew he had the smallest penis of all his friends.

"Absolutely."

"I didn't know they got that big."

"You never saw your dad's cock?" Wayne shook his head. "Well, this isn't even full size." Jerry was almost sorry he said that, but it just slipped out.

"You mean it gets bigger?"

"Every once in a while." Jerry thought to himself, "yeah, like four or five times a day at least."

"Can I touch it, Uncle Jerry?"

"Shit," Jerry thought, "this visit is progressing in a direction I hadn't expected."

"Sure, what the hell, give it a good feel, Kid." Moments later, ten tiny fingers were exploring the limpid shaft. Blood began to respond to the stimulus and the cock started to straighten. Wayne stared in wonder but kept up the hand job.

"Wow, it does get bigger!" he whispered. Jerry reached over and took the boy's tiny nail between his thumb and finger. How big could he make his? In a few minutes, Jerry was at full mast, and droplets of moisture began to glisten at the piss slit. Wayne's cock was also fully extended. Jerry measured it against his forefinger. "Eight years old and barely an inch if that," he thought. "Poor kid. Hope his little friends don't tease him."

Jerry realized his stiff cock was no longer being touched. He looked at the boy's face. "What's wrong, Kid?"

"It feels so... wow!" Jerry realized he was working the lad's boytool and quickly let go. In his subconscious effort to lengthen Wayne's cock, he had brought him to the edge.

"OK. I think we better lie back down again, Kid. Enough for tonight." He turned out the light, and the two cuddled up under the warm covers, now both bareassed. With uncle's arms caressing his nephew's chest, their cocks and then their bodies began to relax and they fell asleep.

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