Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:50:10 -0400
From: drekguy08grad@gmail.com
Subject: Uncle Mark... Part Three

Thank you to all the reader who took the time to tell me how much they like
my writing style and ability to capture the "youthful" voice of my
characters, being only 24 does tend to help in that regard. Keep reading
and I will be sure to keep writing.

Uncle Mark: Chapter Three
Caught

I was mortified; my heart had surely skipped several beats when I heard the
sound of my father's voice. Uncle Mark jumped away from me, causing me to
fall directly to the floor. With my shorts still around my ankles, I sat
panting, trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around what had just
happened.

" I said, what the hell are you doing to my kid?" My father said as he
stepped closer. I looked back at Mark and saw him trembling, zipping his
pants. "I- I don't know what came over me. I-" Uncle Mark stopped mid
sentence and I noticed his eyes grow wide. I followed his line of vision to
where my father stood. He was hard now, and gently rubbing himself through
the front of his pants. He walked passed me, over to Mark and said in a
lowered tone, "You knew damn well how much I have been waiting for my boy
to open up to me, and what do you do? You swoop in and try to take him from
me."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I found myself hard again. My
dad has been wanting to do stuff with my like Mark and I had done? I sprang
to my feet and pulled my shorts back up. "Dont!" My father said with a
stern and serious tone. I let go of my shorts and they once again slid to
the floor. "Your Uncle Mark here got a little ahead of himself son. You
see, I've wanted to welcome you to your manhood ever since I started
finding dried up cum stains in your boxer shorts, but I wanted to wait for
the right time; the perfect time. Uncle Mark muttered an apology and my
heart sank as I watched my father grab ahold of Mark's chin and slides his
tounge between his lips. I felt as though I would awake any second in a
fresh puddle of my own boy juice.
Dad released Mark from his grip and took a few steps toward me. I could
hear his heart pounding through his chest, or was that my own? "Whatdya say
son; do you have anything left in there for your old man?" I felt my dad's
fingers slowly wrap around my shaft. It took everything I had to not blow
my load right there. I looked up into my father's glistening eyes, "Can I
see your dick Daddy?"