Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2012 22:12:46 +0100
From: bottomboylikesitrough@live.co.uk
Subject: The Big Lesson - Chapter 1

Disclaimer and Warning:

This is a fictional homo-erotic story between a teenager and adults,
including incest. If this is not your thing, then leave now and find
something that is more to your liking.

If the laws where you are forbid this sort of literature then leave now or
move to where it is legal to read it. This is fantasy only and the acts
depicted are not condoned by the author.

This is the first story I have done and if you like it, it will be made up
of many chapters in which the characters will develop as the story goes
on. Please email me at bottomboylikesitrough@live.co.uk and give me your
feedback so I know whether to carry on or not.

This story is set on a housing estate in Croydon, UK.

Benji's Big Lesson
Chapter 1

"Must be going fucking mad," he said to himself.

Michael sat back down in his dimly lit living room sipping on a can of
beer, watching some boring documentary about the price of farming. It was
9:45pm and the sun had been down since about 6 O'clock. He looked at the
clock on the living room wall and realised he still had a good few hours
`til he would go to bed.Michael is 47 and has been living on his own for 7
years. He often sat on his own in his living room at night wondering how
his life went so wrong when his younger brother, Joe, that lived just a few
streets away, seemed to have it all. Joe had a family, two kids and a
wife. He had a nice house, brand new car and always had the latest
gadgets. The most Michael had ever acquired was an old, queen sized bed
that was left to him when their mother had died and debt.

Michael moved into the kitchen, opened the fridge to pull out a fresh beer.

DING DONG!

The doorbell startled him again. No one ever called this late. Michael went
to the door and peered out the spy hole but there was no one there. He
unlocked the bolt and opened the door to find an empty doorstep. Maybe he'd
imagined it he thought so he went back to the kitchen and started to
rummage through his bare cupboards looking for something to snack
on. Tinned tuna, dried pasta, tins of beans, but nothing he really wanted.

DING DONG! DING DONG!

"Right. For fuck sake!"

He ran back to the front door and peered through the spy hole again. Still
nothing! He turned on the porch light and stepped out on to his front
path. He looked up and down the street to see if there was any movement but
again, nothing.

"Come on clever clogs! Show your ugly face!"

Frustrated by this he walked back in and slammed the door. He stood
hovering in the hall way for a few minutes waiting for the door to ring
again but it didn't. He grabs his beer and sits back down in the living
room. Flicking through his satellite TV, he found the `pre-pay adult'
channels and with nothing better to do, Michael thought he might as well
indulge in a bit of `man on man' time.

`The Cock Pit' was showing. It's a porno about an air hostess that gets
used by the two pilots, not surprisingly, in the cockpit of the
aeroplane. One of the pilots pulls out what looks to be like a good 10"
tool and starts feeding it to the slutty little hostess while the other
pilot pulls out his smaller, but thicker dick and starts tugging at
it. Feeling a stir in his jeans he looked down, past his bulging belly, at
the lump in his crotch. Michael's belly isn't huge but a lot of beer has
gone into his big, hairy gut. He carried it off pretty well though because
of his broad shoulders and fair sized pecs. He unbuttoned the first three
buttons of his jeans but his fat thighs meant they were tight so he
struggled to pull out his lengthy dick.

DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!

Michael jumped up even more startled that the first time and darted to the
blinds. He looked through and could see shadows moving outside so he ran
back to the front door and charged outside.

There were a group of young lads, about 7-10 of them, pointing and laughing
at him. Michael's blood boiled with rage as he started hurling abuse at
them.

"Clear off you bunch of fucking chavs!" He shouted.

One of the lads threw and egg which landed on Michael's living room
window. With this Michael ran to the front gate and grabbed the first lad
he could get his hands on. The lad shouted and kicked out as Michael
dragged the lad back up towards his house, but he was so angry he didn't
hear him, or feel him kicking. Throwing the lad into the front hallway, he
slammed the door behind them. The hallway was dark and the lad was wearing
a hoody so Michael couldn't see his face.

"Think you're funny now do you, cunt?!" He roared.

The lad was slowly trying to get up from the floor. Michael realised his
jeans were still unbuttoned and his semi-hard dick could clearly been seen
against his leg. He quickly buttoned them back up.

"Come one, stand up. Let me see your fucking face you coward."

"I'm sorry Mike," whimpered the voice. The lad scrambled to his feet and
pulled off his hood.

A confused Michael growled, "Benji, is that you?"

"Please Uncle Mike, don't hurt me," he begged. Benji was his 16 year old
nephew.

Michael grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and brought him close to his
face. "You and your mates have a good laugh did you? Thought you'd come and
bother your old Uncle Mikey for fun? We'll see who's gonna have the last
laugh now eh?"

Michael pushed Benji away then ordered him through the kitchen and out in
to the back garden. He twisted his arm up behind his back and marched him
into his working shed. He turned the light on and pulled the raggy curtain
across the window.

"Oh, all of a sudden you're not looking such a big man now."

"Please Mike. I'll clean the window, whatever you want. Just don't hurt
me. It was just a laugh," pleaded Benji. The shed was cold and damp and he
was starting to wonder what they were doing there.

"I'm not going to hurt you, you fucking idiot. We're going to have a little
bit of fun. My fun. You've had yours, why shouldn't I get mine?"

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You'll see. Now arms up." Michael picked up a couple of ropes that were
lying over his work bench and started to tie them around Benji's wrists. "I
said arms up Ben!" Benji reluctantly raised his arms as the ropes were tied
tightly around both wrists.

"Now don't panic. Like I said, we're just gonna have a little bit of my fun
now. Uncle Mikey time." Michael took the other end of each rope and tied
those around the wood beams above Benji's head so he was restrained with
his arms in the air. Michael switched off the main light and flicked on a
desk lamp that was in the corner of the shed. The lamp cast a warm glow
across the whole of the shed.

Benji hung nervously from the beam. His floppy brown hair flopped over his
face as he was unable to push it back. Benji isn't a small lad, about 5'8,
but he wasn't very well built. He had a slim frame and pale, freckled skin.

"So, like I said, you're not looking like such a big man now Ben...now I've
got you in here on your own without your gang." Michael slowly paced around
him as he spoke. "Nah, not such a big man."

"Ok Uncle Mikey, you got me," Benji nervously chuckled.

"You ever seen a big man Ben? Benji boy? You ever seen a big man?"

"I don't know what you mean," said Benji puzzled.

"A big man, Ben. Naked. You ever seen that?"

Benji started to pull on the ropes to see if that would release his arms,
but they we're too tight. "No, of course I haven't. That's gay," he said.

"Oh. Gay. Mmhmm. Well I think you need a lesson on how to be a real
man. Obviously your Dad hasn't done a very good job of it so it's going to
have to be down to me to show you"

Michael stopped pacing and stood in front of Benji. He stared him straight
in the eyes as he started to lift off his own top. His hairy belly bulged
out first, then revealing two big, burger nipples resting at the bottom of
his thick pecs. Benji got embarrassed and quickly looked at the floor. He
couldn't believe what his Uncle was doing.

"Don't be shy Benji, I thought you wanted to be a man?" Michael walked over
to him and lifted his head up. He started circling his big erect nipple
with his finger tip and and running his hand through his chest hair. The
cold maked his nipples stand thick and firm with little goose pimples
appearing on his chest. "You see that Ben. That is a mans tit. Yours will
get big like this one day too. You might even get a full rug of hair like
me. Go on, put your face in it. Feel it on your smooth cheeks."

Benji tried to pull his head back but Michael placed his hand on the back
of his head and pulled it into his chest. Benji felt the dry, wiry hair
brush against his face. It smelt like old cologne and musk. As Michael
moved his chest left to right one of his thick nipples crossed the side of
Benji's tightened mouth.

"Urgh, don't!" Benji cried out.

"You wanna be a big man Benji, I'm going to show you what a big man's
really like!" He growled. Michael pulled away and took a few steps back
away from Benji. He stared him in the eyes again as he began to untie his
big brown boots and slip them off.

"Ok Uncle Mike, you're a big man. I get it. Can I please go home now?"

Michael laughed, "Big man? But you've not seen the biggest part of me yet."
Michael stepped in front of Benji again and unbuttoned his fly. He pulled
his jeans open and pulled the waist band of his briefs away from his
stomach.

"Have a little look down there. Go on."

Benji pulled back again closing his eyes tight.

"This is the big man Benji."

Benji slightly opened one eye and took a look in to his Uncle's underwear.

"Oh fuck Uncle Mikey. Oh fuck!"

End of chapter 1