Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2021 09:43:54 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Bustin' Justin - Ch 3 Bustin' Justin - Chapter 3 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. ********** Maybe Justin had been all wrong about bookworms. For the last year or two, the 12-year-old had been completely focused on doing non-school stuff and it'd gotten him no closer to getting in a girl's pants. But Uncle Erik knew what he was talking about. All day Justin had felt relief from horniness that might've caused him to blast too soon before putting his schlong in a snatch. He could at least think a little straighter without fantasizing about sex every five seconds. But now it was time to find out the secrets to bagging babes! Justin had been standing by the closed bedroom door and noticed Uncle Erik waiting impatiently to join him in the bunkbed. So he hopped right to it with the speed and agility he'd learned in the dojo. Erik held up his hand as the younger boy made to climb up. "Hold on. First, get naked." His nephew surprised him by instantly obeying. In the blink of an eye Justin had stripped naked and clambered up to the top bunk. He did give a funny look as Erik also got naked, but he seemed too focused on the end goal of getting with a chick to fuss over it too much. The boys knelt in front of each other, their pricks already hard and ready. "So," the 13-year-old uncle explained, "the very first and most basic thing is kissing." "Kissing, right. Got it." "A bad kiss will make a girl shut you right down," Erik went on. "You have to do it right or they won't even talk to you anymore." "Okay... What's a good kiss? Is it- MMMM?!" Having worked up the courage, Erik simply pounced. He'd made out with an older teen this past spring, so he knew the technique at least. And he was eager to demonstrate for his clueless nephew. Slowly, confidently, he caressed Justin's lips with his own. It had explained to him by the older teen that half of it was skill, but the rest was confidence. Justin flashed back to his practice during a karate lesson when his opponent had tripped on the mat and their two heads had got knocked together. The dazed pain and shock to the system - he was experiencing it again. Except for the pain. No, it was all pleasure! There were kisses with a couple girls, but those were like making it with an aunt. Older aunts, though, not the young ones in his family. THIS kiss was exactly like how he'd imagined he would be doing it once he was able to get hot and heavy with a chick worth swapping tongues with. Only thing is, Justin was at war with the fact his first real kiss was with his uncle! Not to mention he was boned up something fierce. Justin didn't wanna be a jerk about it, but he did start to pull away. Nonetheless, he gave up any resistance when Uncle Erik grabbed his shoulder and continued the kiss. It finally got through to Justin that this was practice, it wasn't the real thing, and he'd already agreed it wasn't gay, so it wasn't two dudes but a sensei and his student. So the nephew submitted to his uncle. To his surprise, Justin discovered what was being done to him felt good. Like the attentive orange belt he was, Justin studied the moves; after all, he was about action and this WAS action. WHOA, THIS IS HOT was all Erik could think of while making out with his nephew. When he'd felt Justin pull away, his response was pure instinct. He didn't want the kiss to end. And the tween surprised him by yielding, then clumsily returning the kiss until they were lip- locked in this sensuous face-mashing. As Erik imparted all the techniques he knew, the kiss got hotter and deeper and since it was a "lesson," he took his time to enjoy it so that Justin got a full and complete demonstration. When they did part at last, both boys were red-faced. Justin look perplexed and horny and ready for more. Erik gave him a little smile. "Not bad, nephew." Justin spoke with ragged breaths. "You're not just saying that?" "For a beginner, I mean." The young athlete could see the both of them were huffing, which didn't make sense because he himself at least was in shape and kissing didn't require much stamina so he shouldn't need this much recovery time. But Justin had to force himself to breathe steadily. No easy feat because just thinking about the kiss - the pressing of soft lips, the slightly open mouths with occasional touching of tongues, the hot breath against his face - was getting him excited. "The part where you leaned in, that was good," praised Justin. He was definitely adding that move to his skill set thanks to his sensei. "Timidity has no place in a kiss," lectured Uncle Erik. At first Justin thought the dude was saying "titties," so the instruction made no sense. Probably his uncle was using his dictionary words. Erik concealed a smile. Since Justin had dropped all attempts at a poker face, his confusion was unmistakable. "What I mean, neph, is you can't pussy out with a liplock." "I ain't no pussy," insisted Justin. "We'll see about that. Now, the kiss is basically first base. And if you do it right, she'll let you go further. But you can't be a spaz and just jump her like a dog in heat." The uncle was half-reminding himself of that lesson. Clearly Justin was primed and horny and maybe a little into it, but if Erik went too fast, like he desperately wanted to, he was pretty sure his nephew would bolt. Justin stammered, "S-So... Um... Wh-What do you do to get to second base?" Erik grinned. "That's where some heavy petting comes in." "Some what now?" But Erik didn't pause to explain. He moved in for another hot and heavy kiss, which the kid instantly melted into. This time, though, he let his hand wander up Justin's naked body, over his hip, along his spine and then around front to caress his chest. Justin broke the kiss. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be touched like this. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuu- that's so-" "Shut up and pay attention," demanded Uncle Erik and resumed the lesson. Justin was kicking himself for being disrespectful to his sensei, but he was thinking IF IT FEELS THIS HAWT WITH A DUDE, JUST IMAGE HOW AWESOME IT'D BE WITH A GIRL! But the nephew was losing focus and dedicated himself to picking up the tricks that Uncle Erik was laying on him. The older and wiser teen was brushing his fingers like feathers on the tween's skin, breaking down his will. And it all made sense to Justin. Like karate, you won over an opponent not with strength but with technique. Uncle Erik was putting Justin in a submissive position to the point where the student would do anything he was told. Suddenly, Justin's hand was gently placed on the older boy's skin. The nephew was desperate to show how fast he'd learned the move. With fingertips barely touching, like on a Ouija board pointer, Justin drew sexy lines and circles over the chest and stomach and was pleased to hear moans coming from his uncle. Erik was almost vibrating he was so excited. This was simply the greatest moment of his life, ever. He was going to mark it on his calendar or something. It was just awesome. "Yeah, that's so sexy," the teen whispered. "I mean, like, the girl will get really turned on when you do this." "Uh-huh," his nephew moaned. "That should let you get her out of her clothes, but you still need to keep working if you want her to give it up to you." "Uh-huh," Justin agreed incoherently. Erik leaned down and gave his relative's nipples a soft, gentle kiss and teased them with his tongue. His hand reached between the younger boy's legs and his fingers wrapped around the stiff rod. "H-o-o-o-o-o-o-o, dooooood," groaned Justin. It took everything in him not to let loose a howl. Uncle Erik was so advanced he might as well be playing three-level chess (or whatever it was called on the STAR TREKKIE show his uncle had forced him to watch). Justin didn't know the nipples were good for anything. Well, boy ones anyway. But all this kissing and now all this titty stuff most def were right up there! His body was all tingly like that time he'd rubbed a balloon and made his staticky hair stand on end. And Justin's pud! Rock rock rock hard! The other dude's fingers fiddling with his boner kicked it up so many notches it was impossible to know how to measure it! "Pleasssssssse, Uncle Erik, pleeaaaaaaasssssse keep doing this," sighed Justin. He was afraid if any one of the touches were halted that his whole body would shut down and he'd never feel anything ever again. Erik was having a tough time remembering this was a "lesson" or whatever the game was. He was so into it that he just wanted to hear the other boy moan like that over and over again. It was so amazingly hot! "Pay attention, nephew, 'cause you're going to need to show me what you've learned in a minute." Justin made some unintelligible noise in response. Erik went down further and gave the tween's firecracker a slow, delicate lick. For a long time he'd been wondering what it would be like to taste a boy's erection and the experience didn't disappoint. It was better than any fantasy ever. Justin desperately wanted to say THE HELL YOU DOING LICKING MY JUNK?! but all that tumbled out of his mouth was "Hhhhkkkkkkmmmmmmmmnnnnyyyyyyaaaaaahhh..." God, it didn't matter anymore who was doing what. Uncle Erik proved to Justin getting a BJ was the ultimate. Screw caressing and titty licks - THIS is what we were all put on Earth for. "Unnnnnnncle Erik, p-please keep d-doing THAAAAAAT." Everything to Justin was measured in when he was gonna make it with a cooch. But none of that mattered anymore. Uncle Erik blowing his cock - it was the only thing the nephew cared about. "To get a girl so she'll let you do her, you're going to have to please her with your lips and tongue," Erik murmured, licking the hairless balls and then all along the shaft again. "You gotta show you really want her." And Erik took the clueless kid's joystick between his lips and started to suck. He'd been wanting to blow a boy and, if he was being honest, his nephew often starred in his dirty fantasies. Only thing was, he'd never thought he would actually be doing it. Erik heard Justin gasp and moan. The tween bucked while having his boner slurped on. It was clear Justin had been pushed to the limit with all the teasing. But Erik didn't care - he wanted to know what it was like to swallow his nephew's load. Justin held his hands out in the air, unsure what to do with them exactly. Touching wasn't an option, because that might be gay. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhmmmmhhhhhh..." The youth was desperate to see himself getting a blowjob. But then he'd be watching a dude. So Justin squinted his eyes - and with his uncle's longish hair it was possible to imagine the sucker was a girl. "Hhhhhaaaaaannnnmmmmmmmmmmm..." But that was disrespectful and he was still wondering what to do with his hands. The decision was made for him - the hands were grabbed and put on the back of Uncle Erik's head. "Ffffffffffffhhhaaaaaaoooooooooooo..." What the hell, this wasn't gay at all, Justin was simply figuring out what felt good. And God this felt good! Just yesterday, Erik had been dreading having to deal with his obnoxious ex-friend/nephew and now here he was doing his best to make the boy moan and beg and, he hoped, cum. The teen wasn't going to get wrapped up in the bad feelings of before. Not when he was having so much fun. Of course, Erik had no experience, so he let instinct guide him. The best part about being gay was that you had the same equipment as your partner. All the teen had to do was think of what he would like. So he licked, he sucked, he bobbed up and down. From the way his nephew was wriggling and gasping, Erik was pretty sure he was doing ok when it came to giving head. Feeling the slender cock between his lips twinge, he knew the other boy was ready to go over. Erik moaned in anticipation. "U-Uncle E-Erik, pull off I... I... O-Ok, don't stop th-then..." Justin felt like the illegal fireworks he'd set off at Halloween - his brain went that bright! Died and gone to heaven, he understood those words now, because his soul had left his body and floated... ...then it came crashing down, and it splashed through him and emptied out in humungous throbs through his dick! "Unh! Unh! ...cle Erikkkk..." The 12-year-old nephew gripped his 13-year-old uncle hard - too hard, he knew - but he was no longer in control, his hands knew exactly what to do, pull those sucking lips into his crotch, because... because he didn't know why... just because...! "Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck... hoooo... hooooooo..." Erik didn't object to the rough treatment. He took it as a sign he'd done a good job. Justin didn't squirt buckets. It was just a few small spurts, thin and watery, but still tasty. The teen drank it all down with a contented sigh. Once it was done and Justin lay in a boneless heap, Erik pulled off and looked him over. The uncle was worried that, after the buzz wore off, his nephew would get angry and return to being a jerk. But the tween was staring at the ceiling and panting, utterly overcome. Erik licked his lips. "Um, so, yeah, when you give oral to a girl, you really show her you're a good lover." "Nnnnn...." Erik cleared his throat. "You'll probably need to practice a lot. Your tongue gets tired easily, like any muscle you never use." "Mmmmmhmmmm..." "But you can practice on me," Erik went on. "Since I'm your uncle and everything." There was a heavy pause and then Justin breathily said, "Wait, what?" He focused again and wrinkled his brow. "Since it's the same equipment," said Uncle Erik with kind of a teacher's voice but kind of not, "it should, uh, be beginner level for you. Girls, they're much more complicated." "S-So... No, wait..." Justin was still trying to process what was being asked of him. It didn't make sense. "Huunnnnhhhhhh..." He was hit with aftershocks from his blast-o-rama. Damn, blowjobs were the absolute best! "Don't worry," Uncle Erik added, this time with the true voice of a sensei. "I know your servicing won't be as good as mine, you're just starting out." "B-But... I..." "Are you questioning your uncle about getting it with girls?" "N-No, it's just-" "Yes, yes, you're probably gonna do a bad job, like your first day of karate, I get it. Don't worry, I won't make fun of you." Justin frowned. Was that the reason he was hesitating? At any rate, Uncle Erik looked impatient and that wasn't good. The youth crawled over, his mouth only inches away from his older relative's erection. He wasn't sure how to even start. Meanwhile, Erik waited. And waited. And then he impatiently cleared his throat. "Use your tongue, nephew. Lick it like an ice cream cone. Like I did for you." There was more hesitation, but before it was necessary to reprimand his recalcitrant student, Erik felt the first tentative swipes of Justin's tongue. The pleasure from that was so intense, all impatience vanished from his mind. Erik let out a low moan of approval and relaxed as his nephew went to work. It was the most incredible sensation and he wanted to remember every single second of it. Those long, uncertain licks. The feel of that wet tongue flicking over his balls. The teen was in heaven. GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, thought Justin, BLOWING YOUR UNCLE ISN'T GAY? It was totally insane what he was doing. His mouth had actually made contact with a cock?! Wasn't this the very definition of homo? But that MOAN... Justin's softening prick started to harden when his ears caught that moan... Imagine if that was a girl... He'd totally proven himself an awesome lover because he'd made her feel out of this world... That thought spurred Justin on. It was true, this is what Uncle Erik had been trying to teach him all along: If he couldn't make his own type of equipment get off, how the hell would he ever have a chance with a girl's downstairs? It was so clever what Uncle Erik had proposed, Justin was surprised he himself hadn't thought of it first. His tongue lapped upward along the shaft again. The moan was even more intense. Justin was doing it perfectly, he was certain! "Y-Yeah... Ohhh..." groaned Erik. "You really want to work it over with your tongue, nephew..." It was nearly impossible to be coherent. Not with Justin treating his dick like it was the yummiest treat he'd ever tasted. Was his nephew really as straight as he said? It sure didn't FEEL that way. Not that the teen had any intention of spoiling the moment by pointing out how very gay this really was. Erik savored the intense sensations, letting the tween tease him to heights of ecstasy he'd never imagined. "Fuck... Now suck it," Erik ordered. He wasn't sure where he'd gotten the cajones to say that. But it was even more shocking when the boy obligingly took the head of his rod into his mouth and started to suck. For a millisecond, Justin hesitated before fully committing to the lesson at hand... or mouth as was the case. But he was learning so much about the downstairs plumbing from his sex sensei. And it'd be weird if only one was doing karate moves and the other refused to do them back. Uncle Erik had shown what HE could do, now it was JUSTIN who had to prove his worth. Maybe giving a BJ was close to what it was like to tonguing a clit. The clit... the fleshy part of a slash Justin had heard about from a dude at school who'd claimed to have banged a high school girl. Said the clit's like this thin root up the hoohoo. Apparently, a dude had to tongue the cap slowly, then really go at 'er. So Justin gave Uncle Erik's cockhead a real sandpapering - super hard - absolutely sure this was the trick. Erik couldn't form words. He was just as incoherent as his nephew had been a few minutes before. So he simply let out a series of low, heavy moans as the boy licked, kissed and sucked. His toes curled convulsively as the intense feelings ricocheted through his body. Bliss. Pure, wonderful, indescribable bliss. The uncle didn't know or care how his nephew was processing having a penis in his mouth. If Justin had to imagine it was a girl, that was fine. As long as he kept doing what he was doing. Erik didn't mean to be so rough, but he was in the grips of lust and no longer had any control. His fingers clutched the boy's faux hawk and he went into the parted lips with needy thrusts. That Justin wasn't resisting in any way was enough of a green light that the horny uncle didn't need to think of some way to stop. "Fuck yeah," Erik moaned aloud as his orgasm rose up, fierce and undeniable. At some point the teen had considered not making the boy swallow his load, but, well, that bridge was burning behind him. He climaxed in his nephew's mouth, hot creamy seed splashing over and over across the small tongue. Erik groaned as he rode out the orgasm, releasing the kid's head only once his cock had stopped making his brain short-circuit. Justin hated oysters - slimy, drippy, gag-making - but his parents loved them and he'd learned to slurp them down without even tasting them. Which is exactly the technique he'd used with the incoming spooge. He sent it all down his throat and focused on the fact he knew the trick for getting his own equipment off. Which meant he was one step closer to the Pootang Palace! Justin pulled off. Though a mild musk remained on his tongue, he had no idea what the come tasted like. It had all gone down straight into his stomach as evidence that he was the cunnilingus master! "Good-?" Justin coughed a couple times, but held up a finger to indicate he was fine. "Was it good?" Erik was grateful he was too wiped out to move for a second. It gave him a chance to pull himself together. His first instinct was to pounce on Justin and cuddle him and tell him it was simply the best thing ever and probably a few other embarrassing things. No, he had to get a grip. Because it was vital to be cautious. If Justin found out he'd been tricked into swallowing jizz, there would be hell to pay. And worse, the blowjobs would stop. Erik stretched out and gave his nephew a contented smile. "That was pretty good, yeah. You'll need more practice, but you have the basics down." Oh yes. The boy absolutely had the basics down. Erik was unable to imagine how it could possibly have been better. "I'm ready to go again, if that'll help," Justin said in an attempt to be a good student. He was always the one shooting up his hand whenever the sensei asked for a volunteer. "Think another round might drain our sacks completely to ensure no wet dreams?" "Wh-What?" The nephew noticed his uncle gazing up with an expression that was a cross between wariness and shock. Dammit, Justin had to go too far. Sometimes he did that in the dojo whenever the sensei said he was finished with him and the spitfire insisted on continuing to assist with the demonstrations. But, to Justin's surprise, Uncle Erik broke into a grin. "Give me a minute. But yes!" Justin breathed a sigh of relief. His eagerness had paid off this time and he couldn't help but smile back at the praise he was receiving from the dude who was gonna make Justin a vajayjay black belt!