Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2012 09:13:52 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Uncle Mark Teaches 2

To my loyal readers: as author of the My Son Toby trilogy and Jay and
Robbie you have been extremely kind in your comments and sharing your great
photos. I enjoy hearing what my readers think and can be contacted at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com

My first sexual experience was with an adult male neighbour when I was
ten. Though my experience was not traumatic to me it is impossible to
advocate sexual play with a minor.

Many readers have asked me to tell about my first time that I mention
within the disclaimer. This is the truth. The neighbours name has been
changed but the dialogue and feelings are what I remember. This is part 2
of the story of:

Uncle Mark Teaches Young Rob 2

I know we ate but I don't remember anything about it. I know I went back
home but I don't remember that. My next clear memory was staring at my face
in our bathroom mirror. I was desperately looking for some sort of
change. Any new trace that would give away my new knowledge as though I
were Adam having tasted the forbidden fruit. And when I manipulated air
through the back of my throat I could still taste Uncle Mark.
    My Uncle Mark. I had a knowledge of him that no one else had except his
wife and possibly his son. His son. I wondered if Greg knew what the juice
tasted like that gobbed from his daddys prick. I knew.
    There was a knock at the door which had me moving and then I sped up as
the door opened.
    "Hey, Rob". Uncle Mark clicked the door shut as he continued: "Your mom
called to say that they were staying a little later and won't be home until
nine or ten". He took the first step up. "Would I see to your needs". He
kicked off the snow crusted shoe and took the next step with his sock. He
began to shake the other shoe free. "Would I make sure you're all
right. Okay". He was walking slowly towards me as I stood
transfixed. "Right as rain. Everything okay". As he reached me he stopped
taking hold of my hands. "You look so beautiful". Uncle Mark stared at me
with this look of wonder. "So very beautiful".
    "I ..." I began but was stopped by his index finger pressing against my
lips.
    Slowly he shook his head. Both hands trailed my jawline as he lowered
his head to mine. And he kissed me. Lightly. Briefly. Electric. In his soft
baritone, Uncle Mark said, "I have so much to teach you".
    He kissed me again. At what was once light this time he lingered. Lips
to mine. Man to boy. He pressed. His fingers soothing my jaw, my
cheeks. Then sliding his fingers through my hair his palms covered my ears.
    Uncle Mark began to use his lips to pull at mine. First the thin top
lip then the lower poutier lip. Pulled and tugged. Teased. His breath
flaring across my upper cheek as he exhaled through the nose. He moaned a
little as I slid my hands up to his neck.
    I was floating in a new universe. The old had been crushed out of
existance by my need for this man. My desire. His lips. His aftershave. His
hands. His cock. His cum.
    Uncle Mark drew back. Slowly reluctantly I opened my eyes to his warm
smile. "Hey".
    "Hey".
    "Show me your room". He took my hand waiting for me to move. "I want to
see everything".
    We entered my bedroom; a desk, single bed, a chair, some books and
posters. I followed as he lead me to the bed where he sat having me stand
in between is legs. Uncle Marks hands pulled me closer. Raising my hands to
his lips he kissed my fingers.
     "I need you so much. I want to see everything".
    Uncle Mark began to undo the buttons of my shirt pulling it up from
under my jeans. As he pushed the open shirt off my shoulders he hands
slowly carressed my torso.
    "So beautiful", he whispered as he brought his lips to my boyish
pap. As he pressed his lips I felt his warm wet tongue wiggle against my
nipple. It made my toes throb. His lips widened as he alternately kissed
and licked using his tongue as if to paint my hardening pink nipple.
    His fingers tugged my belt open then unsnapped and unzipped my
jeans. His mouth found my other nipple. My hands trickled through the silk
of his hair as he lowered my jeans to mid-thigh. My shorts were next and as
they joined my jeans he sat back taking in the sight of my nakedness. His
fingers tumbled my loose berries gently. My little prick was hard as a
pencil.
    "Take your clothes off, son". Watching me intently I stooped to undo my
shoe laces and then removed everything. Taking my hands he lay me on the
bed as he swerved round to kneel on the floor. Those large hands explored
everything: my chest, my nipples, my stomach and belly button, my thighs,
my cock and balls.
    "I have dreamed of you. Have dreamed of this".
    Uncle Mark lowered his head taking my thin prick in his mouth. Warm and
wet he sucked gently. Worshipping. Fingers tumbling my balls. A hand
feeling the top of my head. So gentle. So intense. His mouth sucked and
relaxed; sucked and relaxed. His head barely moved as he sucked my boy
prick.
    My stomach did somersaults. My toes wiggled. My hands touched his hair
causing him to groan.
    His mouth moved to the knob which he began to lick as his fingers held
the base of my cock. All over my cockhead. Teasing. Exploring. Loving. The
tongue moved down my shaft to my boy bag. He licked and played with the
balls the way he had done with his fingers. Kissing the
balls. Tasting. Adoring.
    Then he took all of my sex into his mouth sucking as he tongued the
entire smooth package.
    It was intense. Too intense. Too much feeling. I began to push his head
away but he held my sex securely in his sucking mouth. Not letting go. He
held my hands in one of his tightly as he licked and sucked.
    Suddenly it wasn't too much.  It wasn't enough. More. There had to be
more. And then this odd feeling of pleasurable pain hit my prick. It
hurt. It was painful. It felt
wonderful. Incredible. Painful. Exhilerating. My legs ached. My toes
curled. My head felt like it was going to explode.
    Then a wave of peace.
    Pure, luxurious peace.
    My body relaxed. Totally. Completely.
    Bliss.
    Uncle Mark let me go. Smiling at me he said softly. "You truly are
wonderful. So sweet".
    As I smiled at him he opened his fly extracting his magnificent
cock. He climbed onto the bed a knee on either side of my arms as the
missile was brought closer.
    "Watch me, son, while I jack my prick. I'm gonna give you a nice face
full of cum".
    His fist began to move swiftly up and down the length of the veiny
sausage. The knob was purple. Angry. Flared. Dripping. His fist made
squishing sounds as he pumped.
    I wanted desperately to touch him but my arms were hemmed in. I wanted
to taste but the fisted dick was too high.
    "Close your eyes, son. Daddys gonna get it for you. For your face. All
over your beautiful face. I'm gonna shoot my fucking cum all over your
fucking face. Oh, son!  Oh, son!  Daddys. Fucking. Cum!!"
    The first glob actually stung. The second less so. Wave after wave
slobbered over my face: my forehead, my nose, my eyes. My lips.
    My lips.
    I opened my mouth to be rewarded with his huge knob. Sucking out the
last drops as he growled and shuddered. Sucking that huge beautiful knob.
    Looking up his face was red but smiling as his body spasmed.
    "I would love to have a picture of me in your mouth".
    In my mind I already did. My Uncle Mark.



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