Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2008 14:21:51 EDT From: Kevinmjo@aol.com Subject: A MONTH WITH UNCLE Jon Marie. All rights are reserved by Author, Do not reprint without permission. These stories are mostly made up for Your enjoyment and You must be above legal age to read. if you tell others about my stories ( and I know you will ) please mention they should help keep Nifty.org on line by supporting it often, Nothing cost nothing to run so help Nifty.org. Now unzip your pants and enjoy the story. for a picture of Author send Your age and its cuming. Hug and a pull 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 if you would like to hear more let me know through mails. for a picture again send age. Support Nifty and if Your ever in Philadelphia, Pa. 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