[Faith-talk] Christianity

[Greg Aikens]

What in the world are you doing sending something like this on a
public list? If any of you haven't opened the message yet, it is a
pornographic description of a boy's first homosexual experiences with
his uncle. I'm not exxagerating. I'm hoping this was some kind of
accident, although an extremely embarrassing one.



On 2/17/10, Beth Kats <bethkats at samobile.net> wrote:
> The last year of high school was turning out to be a boring bitch.  That
> was, until yesterday when my folks, both teachers announced that they
> would be attending a conference.
>
> "Uncle Mike says you can stay with him for the week we are away.  He is
> even closer to the school, so you can walk there."
>
> My Uncle Mike is my mother's younger brother.  He developed some
> stupid software that has to do with pole taking.  He was bought out by one
> of the big polling companies for five million bucks.  He now is retired at
> the age of twenty-one and is he enjoying it.  He has two houses; one in
> the big city, a high-rise condo, the other one is his old house near us.  He
> has been a big brother to me since I was born.  I learned how to throw a
> fastball from him, how to attract girls later.  He's cool and fun.
>
> They left on a Friday and I came home from school directly to his house.
> My 'rents had cleverly left a suitcase with clothes for me.  Little did I
> know what little use I would have for them?  (Hah, got you interested huh?
> You fucking pervs want to see a naked 18 year old.)
>
> I rang the doorbell, Jack Russell, Mike's dog barked like a crazy nut.  Then
> he smelled me through the door and shut up.  He was amazing the way he
> knew who was his enemy and who was a friend.  Incidentally, Jack was a
> Jack Russell Terrier and Mike with no imagination named him Jack.  "So
> he won't get confused," Mike explained.
>
> Mike opened the door.  He was wearing his under shorts.  His muscled
> bare chest was dripping with sweat.
>
> "Stop staring at my chest, you fruit cake," said Mike, holding Jack's collar
> to keep him from escaping the house.  "He's got a girl friend on the next
> block, a miserable flea trap, but he likes them low down."
>
> "How old is Jack?"
>
> "Same age as me."
>
> "What?"
>
> "In door years, he's twenty years old."
>
> We preceding into the house.  "How about a work out with me?"
>
> "I'm a little tired from school all day.  I don't know."
>
> "Oh poor baby.  Only your ass is tired from sitting.  Strip and meet me in
> the gym."
>
> Jack followed me into my room.  I think he thought I might have some gin
> in my suitcase.  He loves gin and orange juice.  Besides that, his main
> food is hamburger and onions.
>
> I realized that I had no proper gym clothes, or even trainers.  So I just
> wore my briefs and bare feet.  When Mike saw me come into the workout
> area he shouted, "Oh to be eighteen again.  What skin, what a bulge in
> your briefs.  I think you inherited the economy size family prick.  Oh stop
> blushing.  That's a good thing."
>
> I began doing arm lifts, Mike got on the treadmill.  The place began to
> smell of man sweat and it was getting to me.  "Hey Oliver (he calls me any
> of twenty different names, changing every minute.) I think you are getting
> a woody.  Please show some respect for Jack."
>
> We continued working out for one hour.  I gave in first.  "Hey Unk, I'm
> hungry.  You got any of Jack's hamburger left?"
>
> "He doesn't have that anymore, at least not right now.  He decided he'd
> too fat and he went on a diet."
>
> "You're kidding.  Did he tell you that?"
>
> "No, he just refused his hamburger and onions and started eating my plate
> of vegetables.  He's also into salad."
>
> "What a character."
>
> "Anyway, I've got some great steaks for you Chadwick."
>
> He really did have them.  They were at least a pound and a half of porter
> house.  He made a big salad and a smaller one for Jack who smacked his
> lips in appreciation.  There were beers on the table.  Mike said nothing, he
> didn't want to seem to be offering them to me, but the hint was there and I
> finished three during dinner.  I helped clean up which was quick and easy,
> then I told Mike that I was bushed and wanted to go up for a quick snooze.
>
> I fell asleep in the guest room for about a half hour.  I was awakened by
> Jack jumping up on the bed and staring at me.  Uncle Mike came in.  "I see
> you're awake.  He does that to me too stares me into wakefulness."
>
> Mike sat on the bed.  "Tell me Alphonse, have you been laid yet?"
>
> Wow, that came out of nowhere, but I am very comfortable talking private
> things with Uncle Mike.  Hd was the one who told me the big secret of
> how babies were conceived, when I was ten years old.
>
> "No, I'm a virgin."
>
> "No blow jobs?"
>
> "No, and that's enough questions."
>
> "Well the reason I brought this up is that I know your only outlet is your
> hand and I have a better idea and it's right in the room."
>
> "You goin' blow me."
>
> "No Oliver, but Jack will."
>
> I sat up in surprise.  You mean you taught him to suck cock?"
>
> "No, he comes by it naturally.  Slip off your briefs and say "suck me",
> he'll
> get right to it and he is really good, Walter."
>
> I lay naked leaning back, my shoulders were against Mike's warm chest.
> "Suck me!"  I ordered not believing for a moment that this was going to
> work.  Mike was such a kidder, but Jack's ears went down in an odd way,
> as though he was embarrassed, then he stared at me a minute so as to say
> "let's keep this between us."
>
> I murmured, "Don't ask, don't tell."
>
> His paws when on either side of my hips.  His gigantic red tongue unfurled
> and he wrapped it against my rapidly rising dick.  He swirled.  I moaned
> slightly, but as his treatment continued, I found I moaned continuously.
> Then he began a rapid corkscrewing of his tongue and I began my orbiting
> in a sexual haze.
>
> "Good boy, Clyde, just relax into your coming cum.  That gives you the
> best release."
>
> He was stroking my chest.  Believe me, I am sensitive on my nipples and
> that hastened my stiffening up and screaming out my ejaculation,
> then....everything went blank.  This was too intense a cum for me to stay
> conscious.
>
> When I awoke, I was neatly covered up and Mike was nowhere to be
> scene, but I heard a slight whimper coming from the fireplace.  There sat
> Jack, on his haunches, lapping on a Screw Driver.  He glanced at me, then
> went back to his alcoholic indulgences.
>
> I fell back and snuggled down under the coverlet.  The next time I awoke,
> it was early morning with the sun just coming into the room.  Mike also
> had arrived.  He came over to the bed.  "Hey Clem, have you ever had
> your ass rimmed?"
>
> Unk was full of sexual adventure this visit.  Rimming?  Yeah I heard of it.
> I think it was some kind of yucky sex act, but Mike explained to me that
> Jack was a master of the act.  "We can push up our asses and see what
> happens.   Before I knew it, there we were, Uncle and Nephew on our
> elbows and knees, the morning ass making our puckers tight.
>
> I waited.  Nothing.  Then I felt Jack's hot breath on my ass hole and then
> his stiff whiskers moving over my pucker.  I could feel him sniffing.  It
> felt
> so good I almost cried out, but I didn't want to seem like a baby in front
> of
> Mike.  Meanwhile Mike whispered to me, "The dumb dog is signifying that
> he has already enjoyed my ass, he is more interested in yours."
>
> I was a little nervous that the dog might not be satisfied with licking,
> that
> he might try to mount me.  I have heard about things like that.  Mike
> realized my worry.  "Listen Aubrey, if he does decide to fuck you,
> remember, his cock is small compared to ours.  You probably won't be
> bothered by the bugger."  But just then, Jack put his hunting dog paws
> around my hips, like a lover, I could feel his moist dick pushed at the door
> of my ass.  I let out a frightened sob.
>
> Mike said, "Look, suck my finger.  It will help you forget what is
> happening at your back door."  He inserted his big manly digit into my
> boyish lips and I took to it like a pro.  I sucked it with all my might, out
> of
> fear.  Then it happened, Jack entered my hot passage.  It didn't hurt, but
> it
> sure felt strange.  His size prevented him from going deep, but its angle
> kept hitting my little, hard prostate and that was sending passion stars to
> my sexed up brain.
>
> I was too in the throes of this new experience to realize that Mike had
> gently extracted his finger and had turned his body around so that his
> prodigious family sized cock was pressing against my lips.  Automatically I
> opened my lips like a good zonked boy.  He moved in.  His precum was
> intoxicating and I began tonguing the shaft.  More honey oozed out and I
> was off; I was now a fucked boy and I sucking boy, but I didn't care.
> Electrical sparks were running up and down my teen back.
>
> "That's it Percy, you got it.  It feels so good.  How's your fuck going?"
>
> I only groaned.  "Good, that groan tells me you are happy and in lust.  But
> keep sucking.  I am getting close.  You have the hottest boi lips and I
> can't
> hold off much longer."
>
> "Then a strange thing happened.  First Jack ejaculated into my
> fundaments; then Mike shouted and stiffened and treated my mouth and
> tonsils with his fragrant cum.  That proved to be too much for me, my own
> cock exploded so hard and so much that I again almost passed out.
>
> When Mike and I got our breath back we checked out Jack.  He was
> already sleeping on his back, snoring audibly.  Mike said that I was broken
> in ass-wise, and I should be ready for the main event with a relatives
> cornholing.
>
> "Tell you what Freddie," I said to Mike.  "I think I'd like to get into the
> act
> of fucking.  It's the only thing I haven't done yet this weekend.  What do
> you say."
>
> With a lisp like Boris Karloff he said, "Frankenstein, you have become a
> monster, but youth must be served.  Wake me in the morning and fuck
> me."
>
>
> End
>
>
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