[Faith-talk] Christianity

[Greg Aikens]

Beth,
Sorry for jumping to conclusions there. I was pretty shocked at what I read.

On 2/18/10, mary wurtzel <marywurtzel at comcast.net> wrote:
> I have never seen anything like this in my life.  How can this be
> happening? Dave, can we trace this?  Is this against the law?
> Sincerely,
> Mary Wurtzel
>
>> ----- Original Message -----
>>From: Beth Kats <bethkats at samobile.net
>>To: faith-talk at nfbnet.org
>>Date sent: Wed, 17 Feb 2010 18:51:55 -0800
>>Subject: [Faith-talk] Christianity
>
>>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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