Uncle Jack Brady PART I

by Anonymous

I have the coolest uncle. His name is Jack. He lives in Philadelphia where he works as an actor. God I remember the first time I saw him on stage, I think it was a play called, Macbeth. I was immpressed with his abilites, not to mention his physical assets. Uncle Jack was probably the best looking person I ever saw. No words could do him justice but I will try anyway. Maybe it's his deep sea blue eyes, or his white blond hair, perfect smile or muscular semi hairy body that really perked my interest in him. Then again, maybe it was just his positive confident out going personality that I really liked. I just know that whenever I was around him I felt really scared. I was scared because the feelings I had for him were not exactly "straight". I had enough common sense to keep my feelings to myself. After all my parents were fundamentalists, and I was whipped badly for less serious "sins". I can only imagine how many lashings I would have gotten for admitting to homo_s_e_x_ual desires for my uncle.

Now I have to admit that I was a pretty snotty kid at times growing up and so I can't say that I didn't desrve all the whippings I got, but my dad really did go too far with the strap on many occations.

Eventually I just shut down emotionaly, and did what ever I was told when I was told. I spent a lot of time in my bedroom alone. One of my favorite activities, of course, was masterbation, and with so much time on my hands and practice I soon became a pro.

One particular afternoon I pulled out pictures of my Uncle that I had stashed away under my bed. One picture was of my uncle modeling a suit for a well known department store. My uncle would periodically pose for diffent magazines between acting gigs to bring in extra money and I had started a private collection of Uncle Jack Brady pictures.

Unfortunatly they were all fully clothed, exept for one where he was wearing a bathing suit. It was really hot, but for some reason I really digged the suit shot. After about an hour of jerking off fantasizing about belts, _d_i_c_k_s and Uncle Jack I finally shot. Like an idiot I fell right to sleep with the pictures in one hand and my _d_i_c_k_ in the other.

The next thing I knew, or I should say "felt" was a severe crack across my face. My dad had come home early and walked into my room finding me in the unnatural position. "Get up!"

I quickly jumped out of bed, one hand trying to pull up my pants the other trying to stop the flow of blood from my nose.

"What is this Bill, what the hell is THIS", he screamed. "What were you doing with these pictures!!"

"Nothing", I said.

CRACK. He hit me again. "You got a hand full of pictures of UNCLE Jack AND YOUR LYING HERE NAKED WITH WHAT LOOKS LIKE" he grabbed my hand to inspect it closer, "DRIED SEMEN", he screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU SICK? ARE YOU PERVERTED?!"

For a minute I thought my dad was going to either kill me or start crying. Instead he ran out of the room got on the phone and called my uncle. I heard him mumble something like"come right over and stop me before I beat the living _s_h_i_t_ out of your nephew". I started getting really really scared. I knew I was about to get the whipping of my life, that I could deal with, but the thought of having to face my uncle in such perverted disgrass made me want to vomit. As a matter of fact I did vomit. It didn't stop my dad from whipping me. He promptly dropped the phone and in less than five seconds had yanked his belt off and delivered his first blow. It hit me across my naked chest.

He never hit me above the waist before exept for my face occasionally.

I quickly put my hands against the wall and spread my legs hoping it would help his direction. After about seven licks across my back side I passed out.

About thirty minutes later I woke up on the floor naked with blood and vomit all over me. The first thing I heard was my uncle's voice and my dads. They were arguing loudly. I guess my uncle won the argument because my dad stormed out of the room. My uncle ran over to me. I instictivly pulled my body in waiting for another blow. "Oh God, Bill I would never hurt you buddy, don't ever be afraid of me," he said.

He pulled his shirt off and started whiping the blood off of me and then picked me off the floor and held me. Being so close to him was like a drug. It made all the pain seem worth it. " Your dad is afraid your gonna turn out like me thats why he has been so hard on you," he said. " Your gonna come with me buddy." to be continued.