Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 21:04:00 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Uncle Mark 3

I am the author of the Uncle Mark Teaches series and am sending this third
chapter in the trilogy of uncle/nephew erotica for your consideration. For
any other info please feel free to contact me at any time. My name is Rob.

To my loyal readers: as author of the My Son Toby trilogy and Jay and
Robbie you have been extremely kind in your comments and sharing your great
photos. I enjoy hearing what my readers think and can be contacted at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com

My first sexual experience was with an adult male neighbour when I was
ten. Though my experience was not traumatic to me it is impossible to
advocate sexual play with a minor.

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 part 3
of the story of:

Uncle Mark Teaches Young Rob 3

At 6 o'clock Uncle Mark was again at the back door. This time he was taking
me to eat. We drove to the fast food place (you know the one) and a burger
and fries and soda.
    As we buckled in for the ride home Uncle Mark said, "it was nice to be
treated to a meal out, right?"
    "Yeah, thanks". I gave my best smile.
    "You're welcome, pet". He started to drive. "But I'm not sure you're
really grateful, son. I mean not really".
    "Yeah I am", I said defensively.
    He clucked his tongue. "Nah. If you were really appreciative you'd be
sitting right next to me". He gave me his award-winning grin.
    I unbuckled then slid into his arm that he the hugged around
me. Automatically my head rested against his soft flannel shirt.
    "That's better. What say we go for a nice drive?". As the car headed
for the autoroute his hand squeezed pleasantly my right side of my
chest. "Isn't this nice. Driving along on a cold night. Warm car. Beautiful
sights. Just a pleasant drive. A man and his cocksucker". His hand squeezed
harder. "You are my cocksucker. Right?"
    I shrugged embarressed by the word.
    "Right?". His tone was stronger; not louder just more threatening.
    "Yeah". My voice was a soft echo in my ears.
    "My cocksucker", low strong baritone words.
    My eyes teared up but I wouldn't let him see. His grip was beginning to
make me wince. "Yeah. I'm. Your". I swallowed trying to find the air that
had suddenly vanished. "Cocksucker".
    Instant relief as his fingers released my chest. "That's right. A man
and his cocksucker. Out for a nice drive". We veered onto the highway
heading north towards the foothills of the Laurentian Mountains. "So you
really enjoy sucking a mans prick, hunh, cocksucker?"
    I nodded my head against his shirt.
    "I said 'you really enjoy sucking' right?"
    "Yes". My voice was tiny.
    "Yes what?  What do you like?"
    "Sucking".
    "Sucking what?"
    "Cock". The word felt strange. Abrupt. Hard. Foreign.
    Uncle Mark laughed suddenly releasing my own tension. "Oh, I
see. Cock. Any cock. Not mine. Just any mans prick as long as it's in your
mouth. Well, I can understand that. You are a cocksucker. Right?"
    "Yeah". The air became heavy with an echoing anticipation. "I'm a
cocksucker".
    "Yeah, you are. A pretty good cocksucker, too. I'll be it makes you so
horny sitting so close to a cock knowing its all tucked away, hunh,
cocksucker?"
    I moved my head to look up at his handsome face. "Uncle Mark? What's
'horny'?"
    "Sexually stimulated". He gave me a quick glance. "Is your prick hard,
son?  You thinking about my daddy dick?  Thinking how much you'd love to
suck it, my young cocksucker?"
    "I do like sucking you ..."
    "Oh, I know that", he chuckled.
    "... But I'm not hard".
    Uncle Mark feigned hurt. "You're not?  Well, that's fucking
insulting". He slid his hand into my shirt. "Best fucking man cock you'll
ever get sitting right next to you and you're not even horned up. I'm
beginning to think you're not too bright, son. Maybe you don't really love
your uncles cock".
    "Yeah, I do. Honest!"
    Uncle Mark shrugged. "I'm not so sure. Have you even once thanked me
for letting you suck it? I work every day putting food on the table, paying
bills, providing for my family and decide to let my next door neighbour
finally get to see what a real man is for and don't even get the smallest
'thanks, Uncle Mark' from you".
    "I'm sorry. I mean thanks, Uncle Mark".
    "A little late, don't you think when I have to remind you of your
manners?  I'm beginning to think you may not even be my cocksucker". He
looked away from me out the drivers side window.
    Oh, gosh. I hope I don't make him cry.  "No, Uncle Mark, I'm your
cocksucker!". My hand clenched his shirt.
    "If you were wouldn't you have at least a hand on my crotch?"
    My hand went from his shirt to the mound of his jeans. "See? I'm
touching you. I'm your cocksucker. I promise".
    "Well", he seemed to mull this over for a few moments. "Maybe you are
and maybe you're not".
    I felt distressed at hurting him so deeply. "I am. I'm your
cocksucker". My hand squeezed the mounded bulge. "See. I'm your
cocksucker". He stared straight ahead; his face a mask. " I can prove it".
    "How?"
    My fingers gripped the steel clasp of his fly as I then struggled to
pull it down. But it did eventually get worked all the way down. Fingers
parted the jeans to find the soft cotton of his briefs. My fingers felt the
strength of the mound as they began to decipher what was cock and what were
balls.
    Uncle Mark slowly felt the hairs of my head. "I guess my cocksuckers
mouth is a little empty, hunh? Do you need some cock right now? Is that
what you crave?"
    "Yes" my voice tense as I struggled to maneuver his plump meat through
the piss vent of the jockeys.
    "You really need cock right now? Is that what you want? Some man meat?"
    The cock plopped out fattened but not engorged. The knob a dark pink
but not the purple shade I would soon make it. Soft. Warm. Pliable. My
mouth fell on the cock sucking the knob in, working my frantic tongue over
the silky smooth ridges and piss-slit.
    "Oh, Jesus Christ!" Uncle Mark gasped. "Okay, son, it's all yours".
    I used my new talent. My head bobbing as the knob pressed into my
tongue. And my tongue took on a life of its own. It slid over the cock head
slathering, dancing, slapping up and down, side to side, teasing the piss
slit: coaxing it to release the drops of male.
    My fist held the rock hard cock as my mouth moved up and slid down
still not being able to suck as much as a third. But I gave it my all.
    Uncle Mark rested his hand on my head applying only the slightest
pressure. His fingers rubbing my scalp. The hand sliding over my head
gently encouraged my sucking urging me on to give him the best blow job of
his life.
    The car gave a jolt and my body slid somewhat over Uncle Marks as the
car obviously was turning. A tap on my head brought my mouth off his
sucker. As my eyes peered out the windshield it became clear we had come
off the highway and up to an A-framed chalet.
    "Where are we?"
    Uncle Mark raised his hips as he hid his hard-on back in his pants. "We
are at L'Auberge just outside Ste-Therese. This is a friends. Lent it to me
for the night".
    I never did question him further on this. (There are so many questions
I would now ask.) We got out of the car, crunched through the snow and
treaded carefully up the icey steps to the door.
    Inside it was breath-showing cold. He stamped his feet free of snow. A
light was flicked on revealing a warm looking room with thick dark
carpeting and lush plush furniture. As I took off my coat and boots Uncle
Mark was kneeling in front of the couch. Approaching I discovered that he
was setting wood in the fireplace. Paper, kindling, and a long match from a
tin of fireplace matches brought a small flickering fire that grew with
surprising speed.
    "Jesus, this wood must be dry!" Uncle Mark exclaimed. The fire roared
up.
    It took a while for the fire to warm anymore of the room than just in
front of the fire. We stood turning our hands to the heat as the front of
us warmed up quickly while our backs remained cold.
    "Feeling warmer?"
    "Yeah, Uncle Mark".
    He placed a hand on my shoulder. "Look. How about you call me daddy?
Just for tonight. Okay?"
    I slowly nodded. "Okay". A pressure was applied to my
shoulder. "Daddy". It felt odd but he smiled warmly.
    "And I'll call you Greg, okay?"
    "Okay. Daddy". It felt a little less odd the second time.
    Uncle Mark kissed the top of my head. "Good boy. Now why not pop into
the kitchen and bring us some pop, Greg".
    There were several types of soda and beers in the fridge. Selecting
cokes I made my way back towards the fire. "I couldn't find an
opener. Daddy".
    "I'll take a look".
    My hands finally felt very warm and the room seemed to have lost its
edge. I loved looking at the fire as the flames danced along the logs. It
was hypnotic.  As Uncle Mark returned holding the bottle opener he was
naked from the waist down, his hard-on fat and bouncing as he walked.
    Taking my bottle he uncapped it. Once in my hand I took a fizzy
sip. His paw reached over soothing my jaw line. Then he lowered his face
kissing me tenderly. As his tongue lightly batted my own we moved in closer
to each other. His hard-on brushed against my torso.
    "Greg, why don't you show daddy how much you love him: suck daddys
cock".
    As I lowered my mouth sucking in his cockhead he took the pop from my
hand. Sucking gently my tongue slobbered over the top of his prick.
    "Oh, yes. That's the way, Greg. Suck daddy. Suck my fucking pole. This
is where you come from and now my prick is home. In your mouth. Where daddy
belongs. My sweet Gregory".
    The paws stroked and held my head as I sucked and bobbed. As he slowly
used his hips to meet my bobbing sucks. As he groaned deeply. Lowly.
    He pulled my head back replacing his prick in my mouth with his tongue
as he fell to his knees. As he tongued my mouth ravenously his fingers
pulled at my clothes. My head spun. The tongue rolled and flipped as it
played with my own. Clothes being undone, pulled, discarded. Pulling me
into his arms he lay me down underneath him. His body feeling massive
against my small frame.
    His tongue left my mouth trailing down my chin, my throat, my collar
bone, seeking and finding me left nipple. The muscle flicked back and forth
over the erect pap. He sucked then licked then sucked then licked. Then did
the same to its twin.
    Uncle Marks hands and forearms pressed against my sides as his tongue
trailed down, down, over my tummy, a lick inside my belly button then down,
down. My head flushed with heat as he sucked in my sex. My cock. My
balls. Ravished by his tongue. Suckled by his warm wet mouth. When my hands
pulled at his hair he moaned sending a new thrill through my groin.
    His tongue then trailed further and suddenly I was on my stomach. Uncle
Mark groaned as his tongue found my boy-cunt. Instinctively I pushed back
as his tongue raped my hole. It licked. Poked. Prodded. Lavished warm wet
magic as it pushed ever inward. Filling me. Making my asshole beg for
more. Ever more. Needing more. Hot wet tongue. Up my hole.
    Uncle Mark let cool air meet the wet as he ran a tongue up my crack, my
spine, lavising attention on my neck. Sucking flesh. Licking.
    "I need you, Greg", he said with heavy breath. "I want you so
much. Need you".
    Then I felt something hard and warm push against my asshole.
    "You're my love, my sweet sweet son".
    Pressure.
    "Gotta have you. Possess you".
    More pressure. Insisting.
    "Breathe in, son. Breathe in".
    I took a deep breath.
    A physical pop.
    "Oh, yeah, fuck", his words heavy.
    His knob was inside.
    No movement.
    "Oh, fuck!  Now daddys home!"
    Thicker invasion. Hot pole. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
    "Oh there we are. Home. My sweet son".
    Then movement. Friction. A hot slow piston inside me.
    "Oh yeah. Fucking my sweet son. My Greg. At last. At last".
    Fucking my ass that fat pole. So big. So full. Up my hungry boy hole.
    "Tell daddy. Fuck me. Say it. Beg for it. Beg!"
    "Fuck me, daddy". It felt so good; so right. "Fuck
me. Please. Fuck. Me. Need you. Oh, daddy, daddy".
    He pumped my butt harder. Groaning. Panting. Thrusting. Thrusting.
    "Oh! Jesus Christ! Fuck! FUCK!"
    Uncle Mark began to yell. Low at first. Then stronger. Loudly. Very
loud. And then hot spikes of acid began to fill me. Spraying
inside. Coating my boy walls. Man juice inside this boy. Used. Filled.
    Slowly Uncle Mark pulled out with a final pop. Falling beside me he
rolled onto his back. "Oh, you are the fuck of the century!". He laughed a
little with exhaustion.
    As I slid up to look down at his contented face we exchanged a
smile. "Can we do it again!"
    He laughed. "In the future. Perhaps. But I gotta get you home". He
tussled my hair. "Better clean you up first". He kissed my lips. "Come. Sit
on my face. I'll clean up your boy cunt".
    And Uncle Mark did. Expertly.