Winnie, Boy Princess

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Chapter 3

In the morning, Jerry got up, put on a robe, and left the lad sleeping. After a couple cups of java, he went to work mixing up pancake batter. Presently, he heard that sweet young voice behind him. "Hi, Uncle Jerry." He turned around and almost dropped his stirring spoon. The boy was still bareassed.

"Did you forget to put your pants on?"

"Do I have to, Uncle? You said, 'We can do whatever the hell we want'"

"I certainly did say that, and I meant it. If you want to streak around my apartment, you go right ahead, Kid. I won't stop you."

"What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes."

"Yippee!" Jerry told Wayne where to find the plates, silverware, cups, napkins, syrup, OJ, and the half-clad boy went about helping to put the meal on the table. Jerry thought, "What the hell," and let his robe fall open in front. He saw the kid smile.

After breakfast, they filled up and started the dishwasher. "You want to take your bath first, Kid, or should I?"

"Uh, Uncle?"

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Uh, could we take a bath together?"

Uncle started to answer, "We can do..." but Wayne joined in, "...whatever the hell we want!" and they both laughed their way to the bathroom.

As the tub filled with warm water, Jerry threw in half a box of bath salts which soon billowed into a giant froth. He waited on the toilet holding his naked nephew on his lap.

"Uh, Uncle?"

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Uh, can I see your cock grow big again?" Maybe Wayne felt it already expanding under his ass.

"Why the hell not!" Wayne leaped off and began his masterful massage as Jerry leaned back against the tank. "Shit, that feels good," he mumbled. Encouraged, Wayne kept rubbing the length of the shaft, even fondling the scrotum and running his fingers through the pubic hair.

"I think it's as big as it's gonna get, Uncle. Should I stop?"

"No," Jerry whispered, so the boy continued his assault as Jerry began to moan deliriously. Then his cock began to throb and spew forth copious precum. His body stiffened. He screamed, "Aaaaaaaa!" and shot a load of jizz into the air, which splashed on to his belly and thighs and the boy's hand.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt it?" Wayne whimpered, quickly letting go. Another load shot out.

"No," Jerry assured him, quickly grabbing the abandoned cock. "That's supposed to happen. Aaaaaaaa!" And a third shot hit the boy's chin and upper lip.

"What is that stuff?"

Jerry began to regain himself. He sighed heavily and released his grip. "It's cum, Wayne. When you get older, your cock will make cum also. It makes you feel real good when you make it. It's called an orgasm."

Wayne wondered why they never talked about that in sex ed. "It looks like milk."

"Manmilk." Jerry wiped some off his belly and held it out for the boy to examine.

Wayne sniffed at it. "It don't smell like pee." Then, frowning, he asked, "It is poison?" He was worried about the drops on his mouth.

"Nope! In fact it has lots of protein in it." Jerry licked his hand and smiled. Wayne began licking his lips and giggled. Then he took his fingers and recovered more from his uncle's wet pubes to lick off. They both laughed, got up and climbed into the tub.

For a long time, Wayne sat on his uncle in silence allowing the man to soap him all over. It felt good. It had been five years since his mother bathed him, and she never got in the tub with him. Uncle's big warm soapy hands felt comforting.

"I should get your back now, Kid." Wayne rolled over and lay with his ear on his uncle's hairy chest. He could hear the man's strong heartbeat. Jerry lathered up the boy's shoulders and back and worked his way down to his lovely ass. Wayne seemed to enjoy having his buttocks massaged and at first didn't even notice when Uncle pushed a wet pinky into his anus.

"Uh, Uncle?"

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Uh, your finger's in my shit hole."

"I know. Am I hurting it?"

"No, it feels nice," he answered honestly. He lay there and let the man explore his inside.

"Uh, Uncle?"

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Uh, my cock is getting squeezed." Jerry held his nephew's chest and lifted him up in the air. Sure enough, that tiny nail had gotten hard again. He turned Wayne over on his back and laid him on his chest again.

"Uh, Uncle?"

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Uh, will you touch it again like you did in bed?"

"OK, but you be sure to let me know if I start hurting you." Jerry took the nail between his thumb and finger and carefully manipulated it. Wayne closed his eyes. The boy wiggled a little but remained mum. He grabbed Jerry's wrist with both hands and squeezed but still didn't tell him to stop. Suddenly his whole body stiffened and between clenched teeth he let out a piercing "Eeeeeeee!" Then he pulled his uncle's hand away.

"Did I hurt you, Kid?"

"No, but it feels like I don't know. I felt it all over my body."

"You had an orgasm."

Wayne quickly sat up to look at his still stiff cock. "Did I make milk?"

"No, you had a dry orgasm. But now you sorta know how I felt when you played with my cock." Jerry unthinkingly let his hand brush the boy's nail.

"Ow! It's still sore."

"Sorry. I wasn't thinking. It may be sensitive for a little while. Here, I think it's time to rinse off and dry." They stood up and Jerry turned on the shower to wash away the lather on their bodies. They stepped out and he toweled off his nephew, but let the boy dry his own dick.

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