Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2012 02:17:20 -0400
From: drekguy08grad@gmail.com
Subject: Uncle Mark... Part One

I remember it like it was yesterday. The air was hot; not only hot but
humid. The kind of night where you can feel yourself sticking to the bed
sheets. My Dad's friend Mark had been staying in our guest room for the
past few days after having some kind of fight with his wife. I was only 12
at the time, so I wasn't privy to adult gossip, but I had over heard my
father talking to Mark about drinking too much, so I assumed his drinking
had contributed to his wife throwing him out. My mother didn't seem too keen
on the new, temporary set up so she decided this would be as good a time as
any to visit my Gram in the next town. So there we were, three guys hanging
out, woman free on a hot summer night.

The first couple days had been pretty fun. Dad and Mark drank beer by the
pool and at night, they even let me play a few rounds of cards with them.
When my Dad went to the bathroom for the 20th time, Mark winked at me and
slid a beer in my direction. I felt excited knowing that I was doing
something my Dad wouldn't want me to do. Mark was really cool. He worked
construction with my Dad so his skin was beautifully tanned, hair but with
a smooth face that revealed dimples whenever he grinned. I had been having
weird thoughts about him ever since I met him. Thoughts about him holding
me and letting me see his penis; gay thoughts. I kept going out of my way
to bump into Mark, to feel his furry arms against my skin. The first night
he was there, I had found myself so worked up that I searched the internet
until a found a porn site that had a guy who looked like Mark. I came
within minutes. It was only recently that I had begun producing cum, which
only intensified my need to beat off whenever I could, but up until now I
had never found myself looking at a guy the way I was looking at Mark.
There was something magnetic about him; something that drew me in and made
me want to be close to him.

Luckily school was already out for the summer, because every spare moment I
had was being spent looking through hundreds of pictures online, saving all
the ones with guys who reminded me of Mark.

I remember the Sunday night when it all happened. My Dad had gone to meet
my mom for dinner and told Mark and I that he probably wouldn't be back
until early in morning. Mark agreed to keeping an eye on me, and being the
cool guy that he was, he made no reference to the idea that he was
"babysitting" me. He treated me like I was his friend, rather than some
little boy; I think that's what I liked most about him. After Dad left, I
told Mark that I was leaving to meet my friend James for Pizza and would be
back in a couple hours. He cracked open a beer and asked if he could use my
laptop, because it was faster than my Dad's. I was rushing out the door and
told him that I didn't mind. I made it about three blocks on my bike before
I started wondering: How did Mark know my computer was so fast? and What
would happen if he saw the pictures I had saved?

The realization almost caused me to crash. I took a moment to catch my
breath and then headed back for my house as fast as I could. I raced
through the front door and to the back of the house to my bedroom. When I
got to the doorway I stopped dead in my tracks; there was Mark, beating off
at my desk to pictures of young guys that looked eerily like me!


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Just a short story. Let me know if you wanna hear more.

-W.A-R.M.