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Subject: Uncle Bart – Chapter 2 Uncle Bart Fiction by Greg Stevens This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious. Uncle Bart — Chapter 2 I woke to a wet sticky feeling on my belly. Carefully I pulled myself out of the bed, not wanting to wake Uncle Bart. I changed out of my wet things and tried to go back to sleep. I wasn’t sure how long I tossed and turned but finally decided it was time to go fix some breakfast. Uncle Bart would be getting up soon and there were chores to be done. “Morning” I heard Uncle Bart say as he entered the kitchen. I was making some scrambled eggs and bacon the way Aunt Millie showed me. “Morning Uncle Bart” I said, scooping some eggs onto a plate and putting them at Uncle Bart’s place at the table. He looked down at the eggs and then up at me and it looked as if he were going to say something. For a moment there was a strange silence. “Thanks. I’ll grab something later” he said then grabbed his coat from the hook and headed out to the barn. I sat quietly eating some eggs then got dressed and went out to the barn to give Uncle Bart a hand. There was lots to do before the cold weather really set in and he would need all the help I could provide. I spent some time cleaning out some of the stalls, then spread some fresh hay making sure I made nice thick, clean bedding, then went to find Uncle Bart to see what else needed to be done. I checked all the regular spots he would be working in, but he was nowhere to be found. Then I climbed the istanbul travesti ladder to the hay loft to see if maybe he was pulling down some more bales. As I got to the top, I heard a strange noise coming from the far end of the loft. This was the darkest area, and I couldn’t see what was causing the noise. As I got closer, I heard what sounded like some really heavy erratic breathing. Then behind a stack of hay I saw the back of Uncle Bart. It looked as if he were just standing there. Was he crying? “Uncle Bart” I said softly, my voice cracking slightly. Uncle Bart jumped and as he turned to me in surprise, I saw it. I saw his dick and balls out of his pants, his work gloved hand was wrapped around the base of this thick, hard cock. Both of us froze. I looked from his dick to his face and back to his dick. “I…” I started to talk but stopped. I could feel my face blush as I realized what he was doing. Uncle Bart did not say anything, he just stood there still holding his dick. Not trying to hide it or put it away. Then as we stood perfectly still and perfectly silent, Uncle Bart began to stroke his dick. Slowly the rough material of the work glove moved back and fort along the thick shaft as if he was doing it for me to see it. I wanted to walk away and let Uncle Bart finish what he was doing, but I couldn’t move from the spot. As I continued watching, Uncle Bart took his other hand and wrapped his forefinger and thumb around the base of his balls and began to pull kadıköy travesti them down causing his hard dick to point straight out at me. Then he began to stroke his dick as if he were putting on a show for me. The barn got very quiet, the normal sounds of the cattle and the machinery seemed to fade away and the only sound I could hear was the rustling of Uncle Bart’s hand as he stroked his cock. I began to feel my own cock starting to get hard in my pants as I watched Uncle Bart. It began to snake down my pant leg and strain against the cotton briefs. As it grew, it began to feel uncomfortable, catching on my underwear. I moved my hand down to adjust it and alleviate the pain. “Take it out” I heard Uncle Bart say and his voice sounded different. When I didn’t move, Uncle Bart stepped forward and reached for my zipper. “Take it out” he said again more intensely. Before I could do anything, he was sliding my jeans down over my hips and pulling my dick out of my white briefs. My dick flopped out hard into the cold barn air. Uncle Bart gave it a couple quick strokes with the work gloves then placed his hand back on his own hard cock. The tip of his cock was only about an inch from mine as he began to stroke himself again. I wrapped my cold hand around my cock and watched what Uncle Bart did. I mirrored his hand motions and matched his speed. I was mesmerized and scared at the same time. I felt myself tremble with excitement and nerves as Uncle Bart slid his hand back and forth bakırköy travesti on his large hard cock. He moved forward and the tip of Uncle Bart’s cock touched mine, just for a second and a clear string of liquid arched between us, then slowly broke as Uncle Bart pulled back. Again, he touched the tip of his dick to mine, this time on purpose and the clear thread once again drew out and snapped. The third time, Uncle Bart touched his dick head to mine and just kept it touching. Before I could move away, not that I wanted to, Uncle Bart slipped his hand over both our cock heads, coupling them in his gloved hand, then he began to rub them together. Clear liquid seemed to leak from Uncle Bart’s dick slit coating my dickhead. As Uncle Bart continued running his hand back and forth between us, my whole body shook with excitement. Then I felt my dick swell and I knew the feeling well enough to know what was going to happen, but before I could say anything my body tensed and cum exploded from my dick onto Uncle Bart’s dick and into his gloved hand. My body throbbed and I felt my knees weaken, but before I could fall over Uncle Bart propped me up with his free hand and continued stroking his dick between us. Uncle Bart sucked in some air then threw out his chest and arched his head towards the roof of the barn. With a great groan his body jerked, and I felt warm cum splash onto my dick. Uncle Bart continued to jerk his cock and more, sticky warm cum coated his gloved hand and my dick. Then very slowly his hand stopped moving and he just stood there panting. —————————————————————————- Please support Nifty Erotic Stories. Your donations provide great stories. You can donate at: fty/

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