It happened when I was sent for the summer holidays to the Crimea to my mother's sister, Aunt Valais. I must say that I had visited them before, but I always came either with my sister, she was seven years older than me, or with my mother. But this time, considering that I was already an adult, they sent me alone. Aunt Valya lived in the village with her husband, they had no children and they always rejoiced when I came.
They didn’t have any special affairs in the villages in the summer either (they were teachers, Aunt Valya taught literature, and Uncle Misha, that was the name of her husband was a chemist) and therefore I have traditionally been given a lot of time. I always liked them. I was surrounded by attention and at the same time completely free. It has always been this way, but this summer, Aunt Vali had to leave for Simferopol for some business. She had affairs for a whole month and we were left alone. On the whole, it didn’t upset me much, because Uncle Misha was a boyfriend, despite his forty-seven years or more. He was overweight, even plump, with a small tummy and very hairy hands .. He constantly joked and loved to show me different experiments with chemical preparations. In the afternoon we went to the river and fished, and in the evening Uncle Misha was preparing dinner and carefully watched me eat everything. After that, there was either a TV or reading a book for the night.
They did not have children's books, so he read various detectives. Detectives were boring and I always quickly fell asleep. So three days have passed. But once I wanted tomatoes and I went to the garden. The path to the garden led through the summer shower. When I caught up with him, I saw Uncle Misha washing there. He had a soapy head and he was squinting, with a washcloth and soap in his hand. Naked Uncle Misha made me laugh a lot. It was hilarious to see a big pot-bellied uncle completely naked with a little pussy (he was really small) snorting and blindly feeling the space around him. I stood and lybitsya. Knowing that they did not see me, I shamelessly looked at Uncle Misha. But then his hand felt the same tap and water poured from the shower.
She immediately washed the shampoo off her head and Uncle Misha opened his eyes. All this happened so unexpectedly that I didn’t have time not only to hide, but even to remove the nasty smile from my face. I felt ashamed and hurriedly retreated into the house. By evening, my temperature rose and Uncle Misha undertook to treat me. The awkwardness of the daytime procession I have not yet passed, and I constantly blushed meeting his eyes. But in the troubles of my treatment all the events of the past day faded into the background. Uncle Misha gave me medicine and castorca. The last one, according to Uncle Misha, was needed in order to clear my stomach. He was sure that I ate something unwashed and my city organism did not cope with the excess of microbes.
I was worn out the whole evening, and by midnight I was exhausted and tired and fell asleep in a dead sleep. In the morning I felt broken and weak. There was a feeling of emptiness and slightly ass ache. But it was explainable. Yesterday she had to pass through her all the contents of my intestines. The temperature was still there and I spent the whole day in bed. In the evening, I again took medicine, but without castor oil. The drugs were bitter and one thing, especially the opposite (I remembered it from yesterday evening), I threw it into the window box, in a quiet one. Uncle Misha came and asked if I took everything and made sure that all the medicines had been drunk and closed the door behind him with satisfaction.
It was already late and night came without warning. There was no sleep. The fact that last night I slept for almost fourteen hours had an effect. I have never slept so long before. Now I turned and tried to fall asleep, but the dream did not go on. So I suffered for more than an hour and was very pleased when I heard a phone call in the corridor. It brought at least some variety to the night of boredom. From above, the creaking of the stairs was heard.
This Uncle Misha went down to the phone. Called Aunt Valya worried about my health. Uncle Misha said that everything is fine with me and I need not worry. He listed all my symptoms and said that I was recovering. Then he told me what he was treating, and then it became clear to me why I had slept so long last night. The bitter medicine that I quietly threw out of the window today was a sleeping pill. Clear. So, if I do not want to sleep, then I must pretend to be a dead-sleeping child. Okay. I will snore.
Having finished the conversation Uncle Misha entered my bedroom. I honestly portrayed the sleeper, and despite the twilight, I could see everything perfectly through my tightly closed eyes. Uncle Misha threw off his robe and I saw his little pisyun sticking up to the top. My heart pounded and I shut my eyes, afraid to give myself not sleeping. So with bated breath, I lay a few minutes, and maybe seconds. Now I am not sure that more than a minute has passed .. Then I heard the rustle of an opening chest and after a while I felt Uncle Misha's rapid breathing over his bed. He quietly called me by name, but I was so ashamed to admit that I was not sleeping (that is, I see everything), that I did not even think to respond. Shame bound me completely.
Then Uncle Misha called me a little louder and even tried to stir up, but I was adamant. Having portrayed only a sleepy lowing and even rotated a little for authenticity. Having made several more attempts to wake me, Uncle Misha returned to the dresser and in a moment I felt his hands on my body. He grabbed my panties and pulled them down. Then he pushed me on the bed next to me. My heart stopped and I understood that something strange was happening, but I found the only salvation for myself only in a complete simulation of sleep. Next to my head, Uncle Misha's head went down and I felt his breath on my hair. Then his hand moved to my ass and began to stroke the very hole .. I used to be tickled, but now I was just scared.
Stroking my hole, he slowly began to insert a finger into it, pushing it deeper and deeper. The finger was slippery and slipped easily into the ass. Then he stuck it out and shoved it again, repeating it several times. This went on for some time. Soon he stopped introducing a finger and began to do something with his pussy. About this I rather guessed than saw. Yes, and I could not see anything, because I was lying on my side with my back to Uncle Misha. Clasping my waist, he changed my position so that my ass sticking out, as if I was bent over for something.
The next thing I felt was again the finger, which he introduced to me in the ass. A finger came in immediately and Uncle Misha pressed against my ass with his whole body. Then he took it out and put it in again, and thus continued to cuddle up to his butt with his whole body several times in a row. While doing this he immediately puffed up and began to breathe rapidly. Having clung to me with his whole body, he clasped me with both hands like a small child to his favorite plush toy. And then I realized that the finger in my ass, which now so often enters me and leaves not a finger, but little pisyun Uncle Misha. To say that I was ashamed to say nothing. I just lay without giving signs of life. In the ass it was already hot, and Uncle Misha slowly stepped up the pace.
He pressed me tighter and changed the rhythm, sometimes completely dying in order to resume movement after a while. He introduced the pisyun to the very stop, then pressed strongly against me, at the same time holding my shoulders, so that I would spread the pisyun deeper. In this position, he loved to freeze and I felt like my ass is greatly expanding. Then the creaking stopped and I heard only Uncle Misha's quickened sniff. After a few seconds everything was renewed.
Did it hurt me - no. I was pleased ... I will not lie, I do not remember. I do not know how much time has passed. At some point, I stopped navigating in time and even thinking. I only remember how they turned me endlessly, on my stomach, on my back, then on my stomach again. It was in this position that I unexpectedly and felt in my ass some kind of new movement and then moisture on my legs and sheet. At that moment, a wild thought came to me that Uncle Misha peed in my ass, but that night there were so many wild thoughts that this one was no more wild than any other.
And I was convinced for a long time (three whole days) that then, that night, after endlessly sticking and sticking out his pussy (and for the first time making me really hurt, strongly crushing my ass to my body), I urinated at it. Pulling me to myself and again making a “pull” movement, he froze and I felt a pulsation inside me and leaking moisture .. And this was the first obvious moment when I had a feeling of some languor and unreality of what was happening .. As if I was sleeping and I was having a terrible dream an obscene dream, but a very curious reason why you don't want to wake up. But then I did not comprehend this, but only felt that I liked it, somewhere deep in the subconscious.
Having finished his “work” Uncle Misha gently rubbed me with a wet towel, put a pair of panties on me and covered me with a blanket. I lay a corpse for a long time and was afraid to move. My own pisyun was standing upright, the priest whined a little, and I myself was stunned. Of course, I was still a little boy, but I already knew what my uncles and aunts do when they sleep together.
Courtyard education at this age had already opened a lot of eyes, but I had never thought before that there could be such a thing. In the courtyard, all the boys knew something “fuck”, that the boy’s pisyun was inserted into the girl’s pussy and that’s how children get it and that some bad aunts allow, some bad uncles do it and it was all a scary taboo. In a word, in general terms, I realized that I was, just ... just fucked. Uncle Misha, a funny and funny paunch, pushed his pisyu in my ass all night long, being sure that I was sleeping soundly .. And I was both ashamed and scared. It is a shame to understand why, but scary because tomorrow it will be necessary to somehow communicate with Uncle Misha. What if he knew that I was not sleeping. Or, if he didn’t know, he would suddenly guess, or somehow find out. No, I firmly decided not to admit in any way. With these fears, I lay until the morning until I fell asleep.