Date: Sun, 07 Nov 2021 22:30:25 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Bustin' Justin - Ch 2 Bustin' Justin - Chapter 2 by TheRealCOG & Underjug T/b ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Erik could practically feel the waves of annoyance radiating off Justin, which almost made him snicker. It didn't have to be like this. All his nephew needed to do was quit it with the attitude. But of course that was like asking his former friend to grow wings and fly. After a few moments, the 13-year-old uncle saw movement from below. His naked nephew slid into the upper bunk next to him, looking sullen. Erik adopted a soothing, authoritative tone. "Hey, it's okay. You know, there's a tribe in Papua New Guinea, the Sambia tribe, who feel it is the duty of older relatives like uncles to teach the younger boys things like this." "Yeah, wow, cool," Justin said with a little glare. Erik propped himself up on his elbow. "Okay, so, you need to get all that come out of your balls. The best part is, it's not only easy, it's fun." "Fun?" the 12-year-old nephew asked with loads of skepticism. "Oh yeah. You basically need to milk your dick. So, you just stroke it, gentle at first." Justin gave him a blank look. "Huh?" Erik rolled his eyes and took off his boxers. The boner jutting out from between his legs made his nephew go "ew" and look away. "I gotta show you, right?" The tween shook his head. "Dude, I don't need to see your nasty little dick." Erik smiled. "You do if you want to learn how to prevent wet dreams..." "Oh, yeah," Justin replied, having temporarily forgotten why all this was happening in the first place. To stop the unwanted mess. "It's just, isn't this kinda, like... I dunno, g-?" Before the word could be uttered, the younger boy was startled by the sudden iciness in his uncle's voice. "It has nothing to do with that, nephew, it's for instructional purposes only." Justin stared meekly at Erik. It was no use trying to fool the older dude - well, older by one year but still. It felt like maybe Justin had used up all his chances. If he rubbed his uncle the wrong way again, the secret of stopping wet dreams might be lost forever. Sure, he could probably Google it, but the internet, as he'd learned, was filled with tons of misinformation and the last thing Justin wanted was to somehow wreck his dick. "What I mean is," continued Erik who could read that Justin hadn't a clue what he'd just said, "the Sambia tribesmen taught the younger ones so they could... sleep the night through and... prepare them for doing it with girls." "Oooohhhhh, yeah, I knew that," said Justin. Then he clarified, "I mean obviously I didn't know, but that makes more sense." "There's nothing gay about learning these things," Erik went on. "I'm helping you out, even though you've been a total jerk to me." Erik watched the younger boy about to respond, before biting his lip and remaining silent. The uncle was loving this sudden power he had. "So, you stroke it like this - pay attention! Yes, that means you have to look at my dick, numb-nuts." Sighing like the most overburdened boy on the planet, Justin looked down to watch Erik slide his hand up and down his teen meat. "Right, okay," said the nephew, "stroke it up and down. Got it, Uncle. You could've just said. Thanks for the lesson." But before the tween could escape, Erik gripped him by the arm and shook his head. "No, I have to see if you know what you're doing. Stroke your dick, just like I'm doing to mine. I mean, you don't have much to work with, but try your best." His nephew glowered at him for the insult. "Do I hafta, I think I got the basics - up and down - not much to it," said Justin as he jerked his fist on his limpish pole without enthusiasm. "You're like a pupil being disrespectful to his sensei," said Erik. "Hey, whoa, that's not cool," snapped Justin, "that's a title of honor." "Exactly, just like 'uncle.'" "Fiiiiiiiiiiiine, I get it, show me." It was weird for Justin. Okay, maybe on occasion he'd check out a dude's dick in a porn clip, but for him it was all about titties and cooch. That was his everything. If he looked at a dick, it was to imagine himself as the one doing the banging. But to be straight and to put all his focus on another dude's straight dick didn't seem exactly... straight. On the other hand, Erik sounded like he knew what he was talking about. And he was helping out even though Justin had been just a tiny bit of a jerk. So the tween put aside all of his 'tude. "I mean, would you show me, Uncle Erik?" Erik smiled and nodded. "Sure. Now grip your little Tootsie Roll, not too hard and not too gentle, like this." He demonstrated for his dumbass nephew. "Okay..." Justin took his limp noodle in hand. "Now rub it with your fingers... Yeah, there you go." "Uh, o-okay... Um..." Erik watched the boy's joystick slowly harden. "Stroke it up and down... Nice and slow, like this," he said, masturbating very slowly. Justin frowned in concentration as he clumsily tried to mimic his uncle's movements. "No, not like that," Erik chastised him. "Not like you're afraid it'll fall off. Like this..." The teen demonstrated again, stroking his dick in lazy motions that still had his body thrumming with excitement. The unschooled kid watched him, barely moving his own hand as he tried to figure out the trick. Erik sighed, "All right, fine. I guess you need more help. But only because you're my nephew." "Huh...? Whoa, what?" Erik just rolled his eyes at the look of shock on Justin's face as he took hold of the smaller dick and started stroking it. He was surprised by his own boldness, but excited too, because he hadn't ever touched another boy before. Justin stared, so bug eyed the moonlight seemed to reflect off the whites and beamed a spotlight onto the show between his legs! His mind went blank, even though thinking wasn't much for him anyway. Action. That was what Justin was about... And at the moment he was getting plenty of it. FUCK, THAT'S WHAT A HANDJOB FEELS LIKE?! This was followed by BUT IT'S A DUDE DOING IT! Then another thought leapt in with SHUT IT, THIS FEELS AMAZING! Which was argued by YOUR STRAIGHT UNCLE'S JERKING YOU, GAYWAD! And then just OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, WOOOOWWWWWWWW... Justin flinched, as if to pull his groin away, but it was a half-hearted move. "Wh-What're you doing?" he finally managed to say. "Helping you out," his uncle said matter-of-factly. "I-I can d-do it mys... Oooohhhhhhhh..." The tween's eyes rolled up into the back of his head. "Obviously, you can't," Erik said, stroking the firm stick in his hand with a practiced touch. Sure, the teen had never done anything with another guy before, but he had loads (heh, loads!) of experience beating off. And he knew how to make it super awesome so that when you came your toes curled and your vision got all spotty. "Not only is this something to keep from making a mess of your sheets," Erik said, "it's super important for later when you want to be with a girl." "Huh? Wh-What...?" Justin gave him a bleary look. "Well, if you don't learn to control your squirts, you end up shooting before you even get inside the chick. And then, of course, they tell all their friends and laugh about it." "Nooo-ooooo-oooooo waaayyy - ooohhhhhh hhhhunnnnhhh mmmmm," Justin rasped, a cloud of fog settling in his brain and every ounce of blood emptying from his arms and legs as it all pooled into his dick. DANG, thought Justin, YOU PICK UP ALL KINDSA USEFUL TIPS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL ON THE WAR OF GETTING PUSSY. The boy was flushed with excitement and guilt... Excitement from the intense pleasure Erik was showing his boner... Guilt over how he'd been acting since his uncle seemed to be a fountain of knowledge. "I-I... g-gotta drain it th-then?" Justin asked - he was striving for teen aloofness but it came across more like insecure kid. "Uh-huh. But as I've said, the fix feels awesome, yeah?" Erik asked. His nephew nodded, thrusting now into his grip. The teen smiled at the sighing and moaning from the younger one, happy to be teaching this and hoping it meant they would go back to being friends - though Erik's own horniness was directing the tween to try and upgrade their friendship to something naughtier. Erik paused his stroking and looked into Justin's eyes. The pouty look was so adorable, Erik almost kissed him, but he held back. He knew that would ruin the moment. "Okay, nephew, time to show me what you learned. I need to assess your technique." "Huh?" the dim and horny boy beside him asked. Erik rolled his eyes. "Stroke my dick like I did yours so I can see if you know how to do it." Justin reached out obediently. "Okay." All at once, he paused to address a sudden concern. "Wait, THIS part's not gay, is it?" "What do you mean?" his uncle asked point blank. "Uh... Well..." Justin began to doubt what he imagined might be a problem. "How'll that... you know... get you beaver?" "First off," began Uncle Erik with the same tone, "never call it 'beaver.' What'd you do, find your grandpa's old PLAYBOYs or something?" "I... Well, what word do you use?" "You'll find out once you start doing THIS," the 13-year-old said while pointing at his boner. "Fine," sighed Justin. "What's that, nephew?" "Sure thing, Uncle Erik." Justin reached out again and pinched the shaft with his fingers like they were a pair of tweezers. Erik didn't say anything. He simply gave his nephew a look that let the younger boy know this BS wasn't going to fly. Justin pouted again, less cutely, and gingerly wrapped his fingers around the teen meat. "It ain't gonna bite you, stop being a wuss. I did it for you," Erik told him. "But," Justin whined, "it seems kinda... you know..." "It wasn't gay a minute ago when I was doing it for you," Erik remarked. "Now stroke it or I won't help you anymore." Justin gave him a glower and went to work. "A girl's sexy place is called her vagina, but some guys call it her pussy or her snatch." Getting the topic onto girls again seemed to help Justin focus. It was a sacrifice Erik was willing to make. While churning his uncle's shaft, Justin blurted out, "I knew the word 'pussy.' And everyone knows 'vagina.'" "Mmmmmmmhhhhhhh," said his uncle. "Right?" replied Justin... only to realize Erik wasn't agreeing with what he'd just said, the dude was actually moaning like he himself had done only moments before. "Keep gooooing." "Wait, why'm I doing this again?" Justin felt Erik restart the jacking and he grudgingly kept it up. "Because I'm showing you how not to shoot too soon in a girl." "Oh, right. Hey, I'd never heard 'snatch' before, thanks for th-" Justin suddenly had his uncle's hand over his mouth. "Every time you talk, you're doing a bad job." The tween put his focus on the stroking and it concerned him whether or not the hand that had been on his mouth was the same one that had been on his dick. "That's better," Erik commented. As a reward, the uncle reached down and fondled his nephew's hairless balls, which got a gasp and startled look from the tween. The handjob once again paused and Erik shook his head in displeasure. "Maybe you can't be taught. I mean, it just seems to be a waste of time," the teen said, lightly caressing Justin's slender pole. "Is that it? I shouldn't even bother?" "No, no, sorry, Uncle Erik!" begged the nephew. "Look, see, I'm jerking." Justin wiggled his fingers back and forth. Seeing the continued look of displeasure from his uncle, the younger boy slowed his pace and wrapped his fingers firmly around the hard rod. "Thaaaat's betterrrr," sighed Erik. The question of why his balls were being touched arose in Justin's mind. Then it occurred to him he'd almost stopped stroking his uncle again. So he understood it was better to shut up and jack than to live forever in total ignorance on how to bag babes. Erik was content that Justin was focusing on his lessons, so he stopped giving his nephew grief. Instead the uncle started to gently stroke the tween again, demonstrating once more the proper technique for pleasing a dick. It was heavenly for Erik to feel someone else massaging his shaft, and he moaned unabashedly. Sure, it clearly made Justin nervous, but the boy didn't seem inclined to protest with his own little dick being pleasured. "We're getting to the good part," Erik panted. "Huh...?" His nephew gave him a bleary look. "It's gonna be messy... Oh, yeah..." Both of their cocks fired off in perfect symmetry, their spooge flying over their fists and splattering on their bodies. The sensation was so awesome, Erik didn't even notice for a second. He was on Cloud 9 and didn't plan on coming back. Justin cried, "Ohhhhh, dude, gross, felt so good!" He spied his uncle's dazed eyes narrowing into a glare and the nephew instantly understood to keep it down. But the younger dude honestly couldn't figure out whether to smile or glare back, because he'd actually been awake for his first cum and it was mindblowingly incredible, only ruined by the horror that another guy's jizz had coated his fist and arm. Justin whispered with a grimace, "Uncle Erik-" "Give me a second," his uncle panted. "Y-Yeah," responded Justin, who also thought it a good idea to catch his breath and get his head on straight. Erik basked in the glorious afterglow of his first cum with another boy. It was everything he'd wanted or hoped for. Well, maybe he would've preferred more enthusiasm on Justin's part, but it was all basically perfect. The teen grabbed some wet wipes and cleaned them both up, glaring when his nephew made an "ew" face. "That's cumming. It's, like, the best thing about being a boy. And you're welcome for me showing it to you." "Uh... Thanks, Uncle Erik," replied Justin sheepishly as his dick started going limp. Suddenly, the tween felt self-conscious sitting there naked. But another concern made him forget about his state of undress. "So, girls in middle school..." "What about them?" asked his uncle while trashing the evidence of their comes. "You musta been with some." The teenager gave him a look. "What do YOU think?" "Well, I'm not... I was wondering, getting into a girl's pants. What's the trick?" Erik did some quick thinking. It was a good thing he was the smart one out of the two of them. Sure, there was something a little unethical about tricking his nephew. But as the evidence he'd just cleaned up showed, Justin was enjoying it. So, really, what was the harm? "There's no trick, numb nuts. You just have to up your game is all. Takes a lot of practice to learn how to get with a girl. Like, you know, when you do that dumb karate stuff." Justin bristled. "It's not dumb!" "Whatever. You weren't good at it the first day, right?" Erik saw the tween nod slowly. "Right, someone taught you and once you practiced enough, I guess you got pretty okay at it. Same thing with learning about girls." "I'm not just okay, you know, I could totally impress a babe with these sweet moves." His pride wounded, Justin leapt down to the floor and didn't even think about his nakedness as he demonstrated with attacks and kicks in the air. "Hya! Ha! Hooooooooooo! Wuh wuh wuh! And this move, you could kill someone with this move. Hunh! Ya! Wuh wuh!" Erik watched the tween's dick flop around, smiling to himself. His nephew was an obnoxious, arrogant dimwit but he really was cute. In fact, he was the absolute picture of this word Erik had heard once - adorkable. Yeah, his nephew was TOTALLY adorkable. The teen had to wonder just how much he could lure the little idiot into doing. Well, there was only one way to find out. "Okay, nephew, I guess you're more than okay at karate. If you want me to teach you about girls, I can, but you'll have to be as serious about it and as dedicated as you were with your kicking stuff. Basically, I'll be your new sensei." "You are NOT a sensei!" Justin said, forgetting (of course) he was supposed to be respectful. "I am if you want me to teach you about girls." Erik let out a mighty yawn. "I'm going back to sleep. You think about it and let me know if you want your uncle to teach you more stuff." Justin stood bare-assed in the middle of the room. "Uncle Erik?" Delicate snoring came from the top bunk, but this time for reals. "Dammit, where's my underwear? Where'd it go?" The youth searched the floor in the dark and almost collided with the bed. "Aw, forget it." He crawled under the sheets without anything on and promptly fell asleep. ~ ~ ~ The next day, Erik noticed his nephew was way quieter than usual. But he was pretty polite, all things considered, and he did call the teen "uncle" - out of earshot of the older folks, but still, it was a victory. Even Veronica noticed the boy was being less of a pill, commenting to Erik that she was glad the two weren't fighting anymore. Nope, they weren't. In fact, while exploring the nearby woods, the duo paused and, since no one could see them, they yanked out their dicks and stroked each other off again. Neither talked about it, but Erik saw the eager look in his nephew's eye and quickly took advantage of it. The teen made a point of going to bed early in case Justin was willing to take him up on his offer. And since he was a bit of a loner anyway, no one bugged him about it when he excused himself. Justin tried to keep his cool all day, but even after breakfast, his dad had asked if someone had come in last night and replaced his son with an actual decent human being. The 12-year-old had rolled his eyes because he wasn't acting any different. Okay, maybe he did ask where Erik had gone to and spent the day with his uncle. And now he understood how important it was to jack off so you didn't blast all over a chick from being too horny and trigger happy. Though why the two dudes had to pull each other's dicks wasn't clear to Justin anymore, even if he was certain it had been explained to him; he had a vague memory of there being a good reason that he just plain forgot. None of what Justin had found out so far about his boy body was obviously enough. Older and wiser Uncle Erik knew how to get with girls. Since Justin had left elementary school behind, he needed to be in the know so that he could also brag in the locker room about getting to third base, which he thought maybe was just past touching titties and getting to that sweet pussy. "Where's Uncle Erik?" asked Justin to his dad a few hours after dinner. "Who?" "I mean... Uncle Erik, whatever." "UNCLE Erik?" "Yessssssssssss, hello, you deaf, I said-" "I see my son IS back. Erik's in his room. Presumably to avoid you, I imagine. I swear, if I hear you've done anything to make him-" "It's all cool, okay? Geez. I just wanna hang out with him." Rolling his eyes (inwardly, of course, or that would've resulted in another lecture), Justin headed upstairs and entered his uncle's room. Erik was just about to put aside his comic book and get his dick out when the door opened. The teen was horny as hell, a constant condition he suffered from these days, and he'd started thinking he'd have to get a head start since the tween was hanging out with the folks. "Hey, nephew," Erik said, hoping he sounded as indifferent as possible. "Hey, unc," the younger boy said, fidgeting. "Um... I, uh.... I was, um... I thought maybe..." The tween gulped. "Wouldyouteachmehowtogetgirls?" Erik abandoned his comic and looked down from the top bunk at his cute, sexy and incredibly awkward nephew. "So I guess that means you want me to be your new sensei?" The tween nodded, eyes on the floor. "Okay, well, if we do this, no more backtalk from you. No questioning me and definitely no calling me gay for helping you out. You do what you're told and no complaining. Got it?" "Sure. Yeah." Justin noticed the teen giving him the stink-eye. "I'll listen to everything you say and will do whatever you tell me, Uncle Erik." "Good. Now close the door and we'll get started."