Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2015 10:08:57 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie and Uncle George 31

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This story is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual
interactions between a teenager, his uncle and other males.

Comments always welcome at colin4men@gmail.com



JAMIE AND UNCLE GEORGE

Chapter 31


Jamie was a good athlete and often volunteered when Monsieur Charles, the
gym instructor, asked for a boy to help demonstrate a move. Today Jamie was
in a horny mood. He hadn't put on his jockstrap when changing and he was
hoping for the chance to let his instructor see more of his body than
normal.

Jamie was working out on the rowing machine when he noticed Monsieur
Charles approaching. He quickly paused to pull his shorts up high enough to
reveal his hairless balls and then went back to work.

Jamie deliberately avoided looking at the man as he stood over him but his
little cock stiffened as seconds passed and nothing was said. He knew the
man could see his balls and the outline of his erection.

Finally Monsieur Charles spoke. "You've got a good rhythm going there but
there is one problem." He knelt down beside Jamie and said in a quiet
voice, "You're not wearing your jockstrap."

James took his hands from the oars and looked at the man. "No, sir." He
paused and pulled at his shorts, hiding his balls but showing the clear
outline of his stiff boy-cock. "I must have left it at home." The gym
instructor's eyes opened wide at the shameless display. "Are you going to
take me to your office and punish me?" said Jamie while trying to look
innocent.

Monsieur Charles' mind was spinning but a commotion from the other end of
the gym grabbed his attention. "I'll speak to you later, Jamie," he said
before heading off to sort out the problem.

To Jamie's surprise and disappointment, the gym instructor didn't come into
the changing room at the end of the lesson. So Jamie knocked on the office
door as his classmates went off for lunch.

"Come in." The deep voice of Monsieur Charles invited Jamie to enter. "Oh,
it's you," said the man.

"You wanted to have a word with me, sir," said Jamie. "About my problem,"
he added.

"Yes, your behaviour earlier was inappropriate," began Monsieur Charles.

"But I've seen you looking at me in the changing room, sir. I know you like
me.  And this gets stiff when I look at you," said Jamie, giving his cock a
squeeze.

"Ahem." The man cleared his throat as he tried to work out how to respond.

"Please sir. I think you should start by spanking my bare bottom."

Monsieur Charles stood up. "I need time to think...and you need to join the
others for lunch. What classes do you have this afternoon?"

"Maths, Italian and then finally English," replied Jamie.

"Is Mr Howe your English teacher?" asked the man. Jamie confirmed that this
was the case. "He's a friend of mine. I'll have a word with him during the
lunch break. You get off now."

"Yes sir," said Jamie with a big smile.

***

The first two lessons of the afternoon were over and Jamie was wondering
when Monsieur Charles would come and see him. As he entered the English
class, Mr Howe pulled him aside. He spoke in a quiet voice so that the
other pupils wouldn't hear as he told Jamie that he was to report at once
to the gym instructor's office. "Yes, sir," Jamie said, trying to keep a
straight face.

Jamie almost ran all the way to the gym. He slowed down as he approached
the office, knocked on the door and stepped inside.

"I'm glad you haven't changed your mind but we don't have much time," said
Monsieur Charles as he waved Jamie into his office. He went over, locked
the door and turned back to face the boy. "You suggested a bare bottom
spanking this morning so I think you'd better take your clothes off."

Jamie looked up at the 42 year old man and smiled as he quickly
undressed. His cock was rock hard before he took his briefs off. Jamie
stood with his legs slightly apart and his hands behind his back and said,
"Where do you want me, sir?"

Monsieur Charles stood up and carried his chair round to the front of his
desk. He sat down and said, "Over my knees." Jamie quickly bent over the
man's knees. Monsieur Charles ran his hands over the smooth, rounded
buttocks and then felt underneath for Jamie's cock. He grabbed hold of it
and pulled it back, leaving it pressed against the side of his legs. The
man then started spanking Jamie. He didn't use much force so it didn't
really hurt. However after six strokes, the buttocks were beginning to turn
pink and Monsieur Charles paused. "Is that sufficient punishment, do you
think?"

"No sir," replied Jamie. "I think you should force me to suck your cock and
then fuck me."

"You want to be fucked?" Monsieur Charles was hoping for a blowjob. He
never imagined that the boy would go further than that.

"Oh yes. I love being fucked," said Jamie. "Please fuck me."

"I don't think..."

"You want to. I know you do. I can feel your hard cock under me," said
Jamie. "Please sir. It will be our secret."

Monsieur Charles decided it was worth the risk. The boy was obviously
experienced and he was begging to be fucked. "Okay but it will have to be a
quick one," he said, helping Jamie to his feet.

"Thank you, sir. I really need to be fucked and you won't regret it," said
the boy. He watched closely as the gym instructor began to remove his
clothes. As might be expected for a man of his age, Charles was very fit
and had a muscular build. He was 180 cm (5 ft 11 in) tall and had brown
hair with a touch of grey. Jamie gave a small smile as the man's shirt came
off revealing a hairy chest. The tracksuit bottoms were pushed down and
Jamie could see that the strong legs and broad thighs were coated with
thick hairs. However Jamie was disappointed when Charles pushed down his
jock-strap to reveal a cock no more than 15 cm (6 inch) long and of average
thickness. Jamie forced a smile before dropping to his knees in front of
the man.

Jamie sucked Monsieur Charles for several minutes, bringing moans of
appreciation from the man. Then he looked up and said, "Are you ready to
fuck me, sir?"

"I don't have any lubrication," responded the gym instructor.

Jamie didn't know how the man felt about rimming. "Then just use saliva and
your fingers to prepare me." Jamie bent over the desk and Monsieur Charles
did as Jamie suggested, spitting on the tiny pink hole and sucking his
fingers. One then two fingers were used to open up the boy's hole. "Okay,
fuck me now," said Jamie.

Monsieur Charles cautiously lined his cockhead up with Jamie's arsehole and
pushed. James pushed back and the man's cock entered easily. "Yeah, that's
it. Fuck me hard, sir," Jamie urged.

Monsieur Charles began to fuck the boy, going slowly at first and then
thrusting faster and deeper. Jamie didn't speak and after a few minutes the
man grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. "Is this what you
wanted, boy? To be fucked by a big man."

"Aye sir. I love it," replied Jamie. He wanted to say that he preferred
being fuck by a big cock but he knew that would be wrong. The fuck was okay
though and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he reached a climax.

"Little slut," Monsieur Charles muttered under his breath. He continued to
fuck Jamie hard and fast.

Then about five minutes later Jamie gasped and said, "I'm cumming!" His cum
splashed against the edge of the desk.

Monsieur Charles felt the boy's arse muscles clench and unclench around his
cock but didn't alter his movements. He continued to fuck Jamie at the same
hard, fast pace for another ten minutes before he grunted and spunked off
inside the boy's hole. The man held Jamie tightly savouring the moment.

Suddenly the bell rang announcing the end of the final class. "You'd better
get dressed quickly, boy. Hurry up!" Monsieur Charles quickly moved away
and pulled on his own clothes. "And not a word about this to anyone."

"No sir," said Jamie. He left the office with his face red, his hair a mess
and his clothes crumpled as he rushed to meet Jean.


"Where did you disappear to during the English lesson?" Jean asked as he
waited with Jamie by the school gate.

"Old Monsieur Charles punished me for not wearing a jock strap this
morning. Apparently that was more important than English," lied Jamie.

"How did he punish you?" asked Jean.

"I had to put away all the gym equipment, tidy the changing room and then
sweep the floor of the gym. It was hard work," said Jamie.

"That explains why you look a mess," responded Jean. "Here's my mum. See
you tomorrow!"

Jamie smiled as he watched his friend leave. "If only you knew why I look
like this," he thought. He tucked his shirt neatly into his shorts,
straightened up his tie and then used his fingers to tidy his hair a
little. He finished just before Uncle George arrived to take him home.



To be continued