Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2008 14:21:51 EDT
From: Kevinmjo@aol.com
Subject: A MONTH WITH UNCLE Jon Marie.

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Kevin Kelly.

          I don't  really remember my Mom as she was killed in an auto
accident when I was just 2  years old.  My Family consisted of my two older Brothers
and Dad and then  our housekeeper and care taker Carl Dubois.  There are so
many strange  things about this all male household but to me it was all so very
normal.   It was the life I knew and learned to love.
First  My brothers and I were all evenly to the month (August ) 2 years apart
in  age. Dad and Carl were also both born in August.  So each year we  would
take the month of August off and that month we would travel to Paris,  Rome,
England or Ireland.  Living as a treat in a suite of rooms in  the local
Ritz-Carlton all five of Us.  My Brothers and I never attended a  school but rather
were home schooled by Carl and Dad.  Each of us passing  the yearly state
exams with top marks.  Our Family ran a chain of four  restaurants in the
Philadelphia area's Main line. Catering to the high brow  upper crust of Philadelphia
Society. All four restaurants were French,  The  staff was all french as well.
 Dad was from France and Carl was from  Montreal Canada.  We Boys grew up
fluent in French and English.   French was the only language spoken in the house
at Dad and Carl's  insistence.  Out side the home of course we used our
English.
Living  in the Chestnut hill area of Philadelphia in what is considered a
mansion sitting on 4.5 acres of wooded land. I  know it was  a very insular up
bring,  but that was my world.  But there was also  one other relative, Our
Uncle Jon Marie.  Jon Marie ( we were forbidden to  ever shorten it ) Live in
Paris and ran what was the Family's real estate  holdings there.  Each year one
by one the five of us were required to  spend a month in Paris with uncle Jon
Marie. Jon Marie was Dad's Kid brother,  Dad being now 40 and Jon Marie being
32. He was a drop dead gorgeous Man  with haunting black eyes that showed and
reflected his free sprite and easy  manor.  The custom starting with my older
brother Jon Paul now 22 was that  in our 18th year we would each spend an extra
month with Uncle Jon Marie in  Paris alone. I was only 14 when my brother Jon
Paul came back from his month  alone with uncle Jon Marie in Paris.  I
noticed the difference in him  almost at once. And the difference in the way Dad and
Carl treated my brother  Jon Paul.  Not just the expected things like being
18 now he went full time  into the business but little ways he was treated and
acted differently then  before.  First he was moved from the shared dorm kind
of room with my  Brother Marie Louie and myself, To a room that joined Dad and
Carl's  room.  There in the tree joined rooms at night I would often hear the
three  of them drinking and having a good time while we other two were
asleep.
   Then two years later my next older brother Marie  Louie was sent off to
his month alone in Paris with uncle Jon Marie and he came  back changed as did
Jon Paul and sure as shit he was moved leaving me alone in  the large dorm room
to the next room adjoining Dad,Carl, Jon Paul's rooms and at  night I was the
youngster at 16 left out of the in click and wondering why but  never daring
to ask. A sort of right of passage I was told.  While very  rich it was Dad
and Carl's belief that we should as much as possible be able to  do for
Ourselves and we did.  we all helped cook, clean the large home and  tend to the lawn
and pool area. My job was to wash the clothes dry them and  return them to
each persons room.  I noticed that when I collected the  underwear and socks that
they all four,  Dad, Carl, Jon Paul and Marie  Louie's things would all be in
Dad's larger bed room hamper?  How and why  would that happen? I of course
wondered weekly.  I knew that Dad's room had  the wet bar and I guessed they
would all go through their doors leading through  the rooms to Dad's at night and
have drinks and I supposed undress and deposit  their underwear and socks in
his hamper?  Not being stupid I of course  suspect there may be a gay thing
going on?
    Putting things together, like Dad and Carl  being both handsome men never
dated a women or had them in their lives?   When they thought I didn't see
they would kiss and hug but again that could have  been just our French ways?  I
began to think at night now all alone at 17  in my dorm like room and beat
off my 8 and a half inch cock picturing my two  handsome Brother's with their
hard young strong bodies and Dad and Carl all  naked and sucking and fucking
each other in that room.  I allowed myself to  sniff the cum stains on the
underwear and yes even their white socks.   I fought and argued with myself not to
be like this, Not to be turned on by Men.  Not my own family, But I couldn't
help it I was and turned on by other men at  work as well. Never did a women at
work ever turn me on even though they all  seemed to play up to me but the bus
boys, cooks, waiters all looked so hot to me  and I'd jack off to them
nightly.

                                             Part two.
I Jon  Pierre was to turn 18 this August and after the month with the Family
in Rome  with Uncle Jon Marie along at the Ritz-Carlton I was to return with
Jon Marie  for the month alone in Paris with him at his villa there.
I was  praying my prayer against prayer that my suspicions were true? The cab
dropped  us off at the villa I entered and began to walk to the room I
usually took while  at the villa.

" Wait  Jon Pierre" My handsome uncle was saying " This month You will stay
upstairs in  the room next to mine,  You are an adult now,  Jon Pierre and
should  be treated as one now."
My legs  were like jelly under me at the thoughts that were going through my
head and the  possibilities to be.  I managed to turn,  bags in hand and look
at Jon  Marie my sexy Uncle standing there.  His silk shirt showing off his
powerful trim perfect V shape. His eyes looking deep into mine.  His pants
tight and showing the out line of a massive hunk of cock.

I responded kind of foolishly saying  .

' Uncle Jon Marie can you show me the  way?

He put his own bag down and smiling a sexy kind of  knowing smile walked to
me at the bottom of the steps and looking into my eyes  he lifted my bag from
my own hand and put his other powerful arm around my  shoulder and was leading
me to the room.
   Up stairs I turned in his arm and was  intending on going into the room
next to his. Jon Marie controlled me with the  firm grip of his arm around my
shoulder and smiled.

Non Mon little flower,  tonight we  share a room.  This will be,  if you like
our room for the  month?

my legs were even more then jelly now as I just  looked and could only manage
to say.

" Jon Marie, I want to sleep with  you"

" You shall Jon Pierre" he said squeezing his  powerful arm around my
shoulder and repeating " You shall Jon Pierre"

He lead me into the room and it was an absolute  copy in every detail, Bar,
curtains and rugs of Dad's suite back  home.

What would happen? and how it would happen? and if  it would happen, What
would I do?
I was not to wonder long.  Jon Marie turned  and standing there put his hands
on either side of my face and his ruby red  plush lips were against mine. and
his body was pressing against mine fully and  completely. Oh my God I was
feeling my 32 year old Uncle's steel hard cock  against mine as we kissed and his
tongue pushed its way into my mouth.  I  surrendered to him and his tongue
and body. Pressing in sexual hunger back  against him.  A virgin to be sure but
not wanting to be any  longer.
   He was an expert as only the French  can be. His massive cock in his pants
was moving all up and down my own and his  cock head pressing into and
lifting my balls as he moved against me His tongue  now moving out of my mouth while
mine moved in hunger into his  mouth.
Through my moans and my pressing back with my own  hard cock I was telling
him I wanted him.
     " You are such and  handsome man Jon Pierre.  You have a beautiful hard
teen body.  I want  to see you naked and I want to make love to you all night
and I even more want  you to make love to me."

No words I would ever hear in my life could match  these I was hearing. This
drop dead good looking Frenchmen with his big hard  cock wanted to make French
love to me and for me to give him my virgin cunt hole  and then fuck his hot
bun ass.  Suddenly I was a savage and needed and  wanted to actually feel, see
and touch his bare cock which seemed so humongous  to me as I was feeling it
through his pants.
   He pulled from me and was pulling  down his zipper.  He had no underwear
on and his raw hard fat, thick uncut  9 inch cock came out. I stood transfixed
as Jon Marie slowly was pulling back  the foreskin of his massive cock head.

It will all happen in the next  instalment.
Hug and a pull
Kev. Kelly

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