Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 14:28:04 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Uncle Mark Teaches

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 the
story of:

Uncle Mark Teaches Young Rob

It was a cold October Saturday. My parents had taken my sisters to spend
the day with my fathers sister who had just gone home from the hospital
after lung surgury. As I had a slight cold my mother thought it best that I
stay home. At 10 years old the only way this was permissable was because
our next door neighbour would be able to check up on me from time to
time. Our back doors (actually side doors) faced each other so it was easy
for him to keep an eye on me or at least the back door. No one on the
street ever seemed to use their front doors. There was no particular reason
for this, it's just the way things were.
    Now our next door neighbours had been there since I had been born. They
were aunt and uncle to all of us kids. But it's him that this is about.
    Uncle Mark was 38 at the time. I know this because only a few weeks
before he and my dad had been talking and this had been a piece of the
boring adult conversation I remembered. He was a towering 6'6" with a
handsome smooth face, broad shoulders though not muscular in any particular
way, large hands and a chest covered in hair as dark as the conservative
hair cut all dads seemed to have at the time.
    I was at the kitchen table doing homework when I heard a knock at the
back door. My eyes were raised to see Uncle Mark in a dark sweater and
black pants and shirt smiling through the glass of the aluminum door. I
raced from my chair and down the two steps to undo the sliding lock.
    He held open the door. "Is everything okay?" He asked stepping inside
for warmth.
    "Yeah. Okay", I said smiling. I was a freckled faced dark haired boy
with a nice looking face. My build was lean and average height if you went
by the stats of my class mates.
    "Look you're probably going to have a bath so I think you should have
it at my place. It'll be safer. Get your sweater".
    "Now?" Whoever heard of having a bath at 11:00 a.m.?
    "Yes. Come on.".
    In those days you did as you were told so I grabbed my sweater then
headed the twenty or so feet to his place. The houses were almost identical
save for the fact that they were mirror opposites.
    Once inside I stepped up the same two stairs as Uncle Mark secured
their aluminum door and then the inside wooden one. The inside backdoor was
locked.
    Placing his hands on my shoulder he pushed me forward playfully to the
only bathroom. Entering the room I was struck by how just using a different
coloured tile it seemed so different from ours. It wasn't. A standard free
standing porcelain sink was next to the toilet which was next to the tub.
    "I guess you're old enough to run the bath yourself. I'll check on you
in a bit". And with that he closed the door as he left.
    Alone I stripped off my clothes completely before plugging the drain
and starting the water. Once the temperature was adjusted I sat in the
shallow water as the tub fiiled. It was luxurious to have a bath before
noon and I wondered if rich people did such exotic things all the time.
    Once full enough I turned the faucet off and splashed about some in the
warm water. Taking a face cloth and soap I washed singing something aloud
quite content with myself and the world.
    There was a gentle tap at the door before Uncle Mark entered in a pair
of boxers and wearing nothing else.
    "How're you doing?"
    "Okay". I stared. He had nice thighs, strong hairy legs.
    "Mind if I sit?". He was already seated before he finished the
query. "How's the water?"
    "Fine".
    Uncle Mark leaned over somewhat. "You're getting to be a big boy", he
observed.
    In actual fact I was not. I was about four inches hard; smaller when
not. I had discovered how good it felt when I pulled the foreskin back but
that was the extent of my knowledge.
    "Pretty soon you'll start growing hair down there".
    "I hope so". I'd seen pictures of naked men and liked the look but I'd
never seen a real live man naked. My heart was pounding in my ears.
    "Oh, so you like hair". He returned my smile. "Would you like to see
what a hairy crotch looks like?". I must've nodded because he reached back,
lifted off the seat slightly shucking the shorts off as he resat. "There
you go. Take a good long look".
    As he spread his legs I gazed. The hair was dark and curly. His penis
was long resting on the cover of the toilet seat. The skin looked velvety
soft though the dark pink knob appeared more silky. His hairy scrotum was
barely visible behind the thickness of the shaft. It was the first man I
ever got to see and I could stare as long as I want. This was heaven.
    "You know, Rob, you can get closer if you want. Get out of the
tub. Come on. That's it. Just kneel on the mat. There. Isn't that better?"
    It was. A towel was draped over my shoulders as my eyes took in the
close-up view of man-cock.
    "Now don't be shy. If you want to touch me you go ahead. There's
nothing to be shy about".
    But I was shy. And overwhelmed by what filled my senses; the sight of
man, the scent of male, the whirl of desire building within me. All I was
sure of was that I wanted more. I wanted.
    "Go ahead. Touch me. See what you'll feel like in a few years. Know
me".
    Tentatively my fingers lightly touched the shaft eliciting a sigh from
Uncle Mark. My fingers slid from the base down the velvety veiny shaft to
the plump dark pink silky knob. The head was lifted as it was examined
delicately by my fingers. By my eyes. My small fingers making the penis
appear even more magnificent in size. In lifting the cock the balls were
exposed. The flesh was also a dark pink or perhaps a light purple speckled
with trees of wirey brown hair weighted down by the two robins eggs inside.
    "That's nice, Rob. You have a gentle touch, son".
    Uncle Mark had never called me son before. But it was not unheard of. I
had another uncle who called us "pet" so there was nothing wrong with "son"
just gave me pause for a moment.
    "There are so many possibilities that must come to your mind as you
play with a man. Your first man".
    His voice was low; even; calm. Yet as he spoke, as I fondled, the prick
began to grow. And grow. And grow. I had no idea a cock could grow that
big. It was huge!  And that overwhelming size would never be duplicated in
my lifetime. It truly was immense. It looked like a childs
arm. Fat. Strong. Powerful. Demanding.
    There. See what beauty can do to a man. It is your beauty that has made
me hard. Do you think it is beautiful?"
    "Yes", I sighed.
    "Don't you think this beauty should be rewarded?  When you admire a man
he needs to know it. You must be able to show it".
    Uncle Mark had a hand holding onto the base of my damp skull while his
other was holding onto the base of his cock. The cock bounced up and down a
few times then was lowered. My head was pushed forward as the crane began
to turn in my direction.
    "You must never be afraid to show it. You just simply open your
mouth. Go ahead. Open up. Good, boy. And just place the end of the man
inside".
    The dry smooth knob hit my lips before I truly had to stretch open my
mouth to take in the cockhead. There was a definite weight as it sat on my
tongue. Heavy. Enormous. As my lips encircled the shaft I became aware of
the shape of the knob; its curls and scoops and arcs. The ultra smoothness
of the knob. My tongue began to examine the underside of the head. As the
head began to move about in my mouth there was a moment of confusion. Then
I understood. My mouth was able to do to Uncle Marks head what my thumb and
forefinger could do to my foreskin and little cock.
    "Oh, yeah. Your tongue is magic, my sweet. Do you mind if I call you
Greg?  I'll call you Greg. That's it, Greg. Suck my cock".
    I understood that part. Greg was his son, a year older to me by
days. Even in the midst of my first blow-job I was being rejected. Confused
enough this only added to it.
    "That's it, son. Suck daddy, Greg. Suck out my little boy makers. Let
me fill you with daddys seed. My magnificent cocksucker".
    I was sucking. The cheeks of my mouth held the vaccuum as my tongue
became the tool in my sucking. It searched the shape that began to piston
in my mouth. Finding the piss slit my tongue poked and teased the hole each
time it moved as if about to exit then my tongue would act as a sleeve as
it rushed to the back of my throat. My mouth filled with saliva; so much
that I had to swallow often. This would serve me soon.
    "Oh, Jesus, Greg! What an amazing mouth!  Yeah, suck it, baby. Oh,
Jesus Christ. Suck, daddy. Suck your daddy. Oh, baby, baby".
    Something began to change in the rythm of his mouth fucking. More
tense. Less fluid in motion. Stilted.
    "Yeah, baby. My baby. My son. Suck it. Suck it up, Greg. It's
here. It's here!"
    As he began to groan deep and loud there was a sudden burst of hot lava
in my mouth. It actually stung.
    Then it began to fill my mouth like hot waves from some primal
ocean. Wave after wave. So much. Too much. My god, I was going to
drown. Then I swallowed. Out of desperation I swallowed. After that first
odd flavour hit my gullet I then swallowed out of
desire. Wanting. Needing. If I sucked hard enough would I get more?  Could
I get more?  I tried.
    "No! Wait!" Uncle Mark cried out as he pulled his quickly softening
cock. He ruffled my hair smiling contentedly.
    I gave him that smile. What power I now posessed. It was I who now
bestowed a smile on him. So powerful.
    "You're too much. Come on. I'll fix us some lunch. No. Don't get
dressed. Just put on your shorts. Oh and empty the tub. You must be
starving after all that?"
    "Not really, Uncle Mark. Kinda full".
   Uncle Mark laughed as he pulled on his boxers. He thought I was being
funny. I wasn't. I had plenty to already digest including my first taking
of a cum dump. Lunch held no interest.


There are two more incidents to come that completes my first time. All with
Uncle Mark. All on the same day. Wait for Part 2.