Chapter 3: Its Time For Bed

‘I could see from the landing light that it was Uncle William. He was just wearing a pair of shorts. ‘What’s up?’ I asked sleepily as I sat up in bed. ‘You think you’re cleverer than me being able to cook,’ he said, ‘I want to see what a clever dick looks like.’

‘He put the light on, and I could see a bulge in the front of his shorts. He seemed to be odd but not drunk. I was very scared. ‘Get out of bed.’ he ordered. ‘No.’ I said shaking inside. The next moment the duvet just seemed to disappear as it shot off the bed.’

‘Before I could panic at him seeing me in my night things, he grabbed hold of my ankles. He pulled me round so I was across the bed and most of my legs were over the edge of the bed. ‘Stand up,’ he ordered. ‘If I have to do it for you, it will hurt.’

‘I stood up. The next moment he had yanked my shorts down and pushed me back onto the bed. I was more embarrassed at him seeing my cock, than feeling frightened at that moment, but fear soon returned. He sat on the edge of the bed facing me and grabbed hold of my balls.’

‘He was very rough, and it hurt. As I cried out, he told me, ‘You’d better behave, or I’ll squeeze them even harder.’ He kept hold of them and grabbed my cock. He felt all over it and then started stroking it, trying to make me fire.’

‘My cock remained soft, which made it hard for him to do and made him angrier. ‘It’s not very big, is it?’ he sneered, ‘But I’ll bet you still enjoy playing with it, don’t you?’ I didn’t answer, so he increased the pressure on my balls.’

‘Ow, that hurts,’ I cried out, ‘Yes, yes, I do.’ ‘That’s better,’ he said relaxing his grip on my balls. ‘Behave and you might still have some balls left afterwards.’ he said putting his face right in front of mine. His breath smelt very strange, but it didn’t smell like alcohol.’

‘He started trying to go faster on my cock, but being soft it just kept bending and it was hurting each time it was forcibly squashed. It also hurt from his rough grip and the way his hand was banging down on my hairs each time. As the pain got worse, I called out ‘No, no, stop, stop, that’s not right uncle, you shouldn’t be doing that, and it hurts.’

‘To my relief he let go of my cock and my balls and stood up. I felt so relieved. ‘No wonder you can do girlie things like cooking,’ he said, ‘What boy would want a pathetic little cock that can’t get hard, it’s no use to anyone.’

Then he pulled his own shorts off. At the time, seeing his cock sticking out and waving, I thought his cock was a colossal size. But now I realise that he hadn’t been that big after all. Comparing his cock to yours it was thinner and at least two inches shorter.’

‘But to me back then and seeing his big muscular body at the same time, it seemed like a giant. As he saw me staring at it, he smirked and said, ‘That’s what a man’s cock looks like.’ He took hold of it and waved it about.’

‘I had no idea what came next could ever happen,’ Ian said. He went quiet and was clearly struggling to continue. ‘Pause for a moment and have a hug.’ Alvin told him. When Ian was in his arms with his head on his shoulder, Alvin held him tight.

‘You’re doing well,’ he said. ‘If it’s any help, I can guess exactly what came next, and you are far from being the first it has happened to. But we’ll talk about it more afterwards. It’s very important that you tell all the story yourself first.’

Ian kept hold of Alvin for a while, then giving a sigh he returned to lie down. ‘He ordered me to stand at the side of the bed, facing the bed,’ Ian continued. ‘He put a pillow on the bed in front of me, but a couple of feet in from the edge.’

‘Then he took hold of my wrists and twisted my arms behind my back. ‘Bend over and put your face down on the pillow.’ he ordered as he gave an extra twist on my arms making me cry out. He pushed my top down keeping hold of my arms.’

‘My face was in the pillow, so it was hard to breath. Then suddenly, a terrible pain tore through me, I’d never felt anything so bad in my life. I tried to scream but I couldn’t because of the pillow. Then I must have passed out.’