Unce Mark and Jack

“Jack, come up here please?” Mark shouted from the top of the stairs.

I’m Jack. I’m in my teens and I’m staying with my ‘uncle’ in the UK for a couple of weeks over the school summer holidays. I guess I saw it coming. Since my mother has been with my new step-dad, she doesn’t seem to have much time for me. When they had the chance to go on a dream summer cruise, they jumped at it and made it clear they didn’t want me tagging along. Step-dad has made it clear several times that he wasn’t that interested in someone else’s kid anyway.

Like I cared.

Mark wasn’t really my uncle. He was originally a friend of my mom’s who quickly became a good buddy of my step-dad. He was ok, if a bit weird sometimes. He was probably in his forties, but he liked to think he was on my level all the time.

Mark’s place was a small detached cottage near to the village. The house had been bought as a renovation project. It needed a lot of repair work. It had a beautiful setting though, right in the middle of a large meadow. One of the reasons my step-dad convinced my mom to leave me was so that I could help Mark with some repairs. He said it would be good for me. Character building, or some shit like that.

So, there goes my summer.

I walked up the narrow stairs to the dark landing. There were three rooms off the landing, the box room where I slept, the bathroom, and Mark’s bedroom. Mark’s door was open and he called me again from his room. I rolled my eyes. I’d never actually been in here and I wondered what he wanted now.

I walked into the room. Mark was finishing setting up a third tripod with an old video camera on a mount. The room itself was messy, with clothes on the floor and it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in...... yeah, a long while. The bed was covered in a massive towel.

“Hi uncle Mark” I said. He always got offended if I didn’t call him “uncle”.

“Jack, good. Shut that door behind you.” He said. As usual there was no please or thank you, just orders and instructions. I closed the bedroom door and wondered what he was doing. I didn’t ask though. I didn’t want to engage in conversation unless it was absolutely necessary, especially since the other day.....

Mark had little or no respect for my privacy. Two days ago Mark had barged into my bedroom in the early morning with a cup of tea. I was busy playing myself, stroking a very hard teenage cock. I had been laying back on the bed, my legs spread wide and I was using saliva to lube myself. I managed to get the covers over me quickly, but it must have been obvious what I was doing. What I didn’t know is whether he noticed that I was fingering my tight little hole as I stroked my cock. As we both ignored the situation and hadn’t spoken about it since, I hoped not.

“Right, I’m doing a YouTube on massage and you’re gonna be my model” he said. As usual he wasn’t asking, just telling. I didn’t want a massage, especially from this guy. But he’d been doing some kind of online learning thing and of course he was now an expert.

Before I could say anything, he continued. “You’re gonna lie down on the bed and I’ll give you a massage. Might help where you threw your shoulder out, maybe.” He said. To be fair, I had twisted my shoulder a couple of days ago helping him carry some tools from his van into a garage to the side of the house. It was still giving me some problems.

“Do we have to do this now.......?” I asked in a sort of whiny voice.

Mark rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Jack. I’m all set up. It’s not like you’ve got somewhere else to be, is it?” He said. He was getting red-faced, a sure sign that he was getting annoyed. I chose to just go with it. Maybe it would help my shoulder after all.

“Ok, ok.....” I said. “Of course I’ll help. What do you need me to do?” I asked, trying my absolute hardest to sound a bit more enthusiastic and positive.

“Strip that t-shirt off, and those jeans. You can just lie there on the towel in your briefs. I’ll put a towel over you so no-one will see your underwear.” He said.

Slowly, and reluctantly, I removed my t-shirt and jeans. I wasn’t especially concerned at uncle Mark seeing me in my underwear, but it felt kind of weird.

I got up onto the bed and Mark directed me to put my head up near the pillows and to lie flat with my arms up in front of me.

Mark set the cameras running and poured warm oily stuff all over my back. I could feel it running down my sides. I was covered in the stuff. I was sure he had used way too much.

“Are you gonna put a towel over me?” I asked, reminding him.

“Oh shit, I forgot.” He said. “Never mind, we can’t go back now you’re covered in my special oil. We’ll do this in the Swedish style instead, ok?”

Mark sat on the back of my legs, just under my knees. It left my legs feeling constricted but I didn’t complain. I had no idea what Swedish style was. I just wanted this to be finished quickly so I could go find something else to do. “Yeah, whatever” I said.

Suddenly uncle Mark’s hands were grabbing the waistband of my briefs and in a quick action he whipped them down to my knees, leaving my bare bottom exposed.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed. I tried to move, my natural reaction to try and grab my underwear and pull them back up, but I could hardly move at all with Mark sitting where he was.

“What’s wrong?” He said. “I said we’d doing it Swedish style. Eau Natural.”

“Come on Mark” I said. “Let me up.” I wondered what the fuck he was playing at, but I didn’t have long to wait.

Mark pushed me back down on my front and started to reach up to smear the oil across my back, down my spine to the small of my back and even over my naked bottom. I gave a sharp intake of breath and put my head back down on the pillow. What was happening?

“Now be honest Jack.” He said, his voice sounding a bit different all of a sudden. “You like that, don’t you?”

Okay, I’ll admit having warm oil smeared across my bottom was okay, and his touch felt nice, but I wasn’t going to let him hear that. “No I fucking don’t, now get off me!”

Uncle Mark continued to massage and knead my tight young buttocks. “Oh come off it” he said. “Tell me, what’s the biggest thing you have shoved in here?” He asked, totally ignoring me.

I flushed bright red. So he had noticed the other day! “I don’t know what you mean” I said, but I couldn’t hide the embarrassment from my voice. Oh god, he knew I fingered myself when I jerked off!

“Yeah you do. You like to play with your bum when you wank. I know it. You know it. So I’m wondering how far you’ve taken that. Is it just fingers, or maybe more.....?” His voice was calm and so casual, like this was normal conversation. Why did his hands feel so good?

“Just get off me” I said, but I was starting to get aroused. My balls were tight and blood had started to rush to my cock.

“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll get off.” He said. “What’s the biggest thing you have stuck in here?”

I thought for a minute. Took a breath. Uncle Mark’s hand’s we’re on the small of my back, then on my sides, the top of my buttocks, then down to my upper thighs. He teased going into my crack, but he never did. I realised I was starting to push my bottom up, inviting him to touch me where I knew it would feel great. I stopped myself. Jesus, what had gotten into me?

“Ok, if I tell you you have to get off, right?” I asked.

“Sure, if that’s what you want.” He said in that super casual voice.

“Just two fingers......” I paused. I was an honest kid at heart and that wasn’t quite true. I blurted out “And I’ve got a big glue stick tube. I used that a few times. But it’s nothing......” I trailed off. It wasn’t just nothing and by now we both knew that. Why had I just admitted any of that? Why was I pushing my ass up again?

Mark had a hand on each of my buttocks, working his way in very slowly. He extended the thumb on his right hand and let it slip between my little peaches so that it brushed my anus. I almost shot my load there and then. No-one had touched me there before except me, and it was electric.

“No, you said you’d get off me......” but I sounded weak even to my own ears. I didn’t mean get off off. I meant please finger me. Oh god, please finger me.

“I said I’d get off if that’s what you want” he said. He extended his left thumb and brushed against my hole again, smearing more of the oil right in my crack. “I’m just not sure it’s what you want.”

“I’ll tell my mum...... and my step dad!” I said. A childish threat.

Uncle Mark laughed. “We both know your mum won’t believe you and she doesn’t give a fuck anyway. As for your step dad, you think he doesn’t know what I was planning to do with you while he fucks off on holiday? I reckon he’d rather be here so he can join in. Who do you think I’m recording this for?”

I started to breathe heavily as he caressed my hole, pushing his thumb down on me. I realised I was pushing up again with my hips. My brain told me to stop doing that, but my hips remained locked in position. It’s like my balls countermanded my order.

I kind of whimpered not knowing what to do. Being fucked by an older guy - being forced to submit and to be compliant - was my most secret fantasy. But reality and fantasy aren’t supposed to come together....... are they?

Uncle Mark was probably right about my mum and step dad, too. Mum would tell me to stop making things up and I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find my step dad creeping into my room at night. I had to admit, I had jerked off thinking about that more than once.

“I’ll tell you what.” Mark said. “I’ll get off you. That gives you two choices, ok?” He said.

“What choices?” I asked, my voice almost a whisper now. Don’t make me choose! That’s not fair!

“Choice number one is that you get up and you head for the door, and you get the fuck out of here, if that’s what you really want. If you’re not at all curious about how good this could feel.” To emphasise the point he pressed both of his thumbs down on my anus, gently massaging around the rim and ever so slightly pulling my hole open. I moaned quietly into the pillow.

“Choice number two is that you just lie there. You open your legs a little. You let me get better access and let me look after you. I’ll make sure you’re ok. I’ll make sure it’s good for you.”

There was a moment of silence. It felt like hours. About twenty minutes ago I was just going about my day. Now I was lying in bed with uncle Mark tempting me to spread my legs and let him have sex with me. My head was spinning. My guts felt like a washing machine, with nerves, anxiety, fear, and I’ll admit a lot of desire and sexual fantasy colliding. I almost felt ill.

I’d never had sex. But I wanted it. I wanted the sex from my fantasy, of an older guy pushing me onto the bed and taking me. In my fantasy there was only pleasure, no pain, no mess, no awkwardness after the big event. But this was reality and I was shit scared. I didn’t think I had the nerve to go through with it.

Uncle Mark was getting off me. The mattress shifted as he got off the bed. I raised myself up onto my elbows, looking directly ahead to the wall, not sure what to do. Actually, not sure is not the right way to describe it. I was locked in place with indecision. I knew I should get the fuck out of there, get this crap showered off me, and run miles away from here. But I could still feel those thumbs on my anus. His touch on skin that he wasn’t supposed to see, let alone grope. And we both knew I was into that. He’d caught me. I confessed. Did that mean I was his, now?

Uncle Mark busied himself turning off the cameras and pointing them up to the ceiling as a way, I guessed, to show they were not in use. He went to stand at the bottom of the bed and said quietly and softly, “if it’s your first time, it can be just you and me. No cameras.”

I started to cry, my conflicting emotions getting the better of me. I tried hard to stop myself, but I couldn’t. I was crying at myself. At being caught in this trap.

“Hey, don’t cry!” He said, and he seemed genuinely concerned for me. “You can get up and leave if it’s that bad. What’s wrong?”

I sobbed out my answer before I had time to think about what I was saying. “I don’t want it to hurt” I said through my tears. I realised in that moment I had really said, hey, I really want this.

“Oh my little boy, I won’t hurt you. I promise. It doesn’t have to hurt you know, not like that. I can’t describe what it feels like. Another boy I know said there is some sort of pain, but it’s not a bad pain. He said he couldn’t really describe it. He said that it’s worth it, that it’s ok. But I’ll be careful. And I’ll stop, if you don’t like it. But we both know you want it. I want it too.”

There was another silence that stretched on forever. My tears dried up, leaving the sounds of my ragged breathing and Mark’s deep breaths were the only noises.

I put my head down. Slowly, without really thinking, I pulled a pillow up and over my face. I don’t know why but I didn’t want my face on show. Then even more slowly I opened my legs. It wasn’t by much, but I realised that my balls would be on show now. I slightly arched my back, and relaxed so that my hips were pushing my bum up. It felt perfectly natural, like I was relaxing into a position that I was born to assume.

I lay there, my breath hot against my face and my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation is something I will remember forever.

The mattress shifted again as Mark got back on the bed. He wiped away the excess oil from between my cheeks, pushed them apart with his hands, and then he sank his face down. I moaned without thinking as his tongue lapped at my entrance. It was the same feeling as his thumbs, but one thousand times better. He lapped and dribbled saliva, then pushed and twisted his tongue. He broke through just a little, alternating between rimming and tonguing my hole. I push back with my hips. I desperately wanted more. My cock was getting hard and my balls were tight. Waves of pleasure were crashing through me. Who knew this could feel so good? And so much better than my own fingers.

Mark pulled his face out of my bottom and slid his hands into my crack. He pushed with his thumb, this time not stopping. I let out an “ahhhh” breathy sound into the pillow as the tip of his thumb broke through and slid inside me. I clenched up as I was expecting some pain or discomfort, but there was none. I relaxed. I was being fingered by another man and Jesus Fucking Christ it felt awesome.

He spent a few minutes gently thumbing me, pulling at my ring and stretching out my hole. Then he got to work with his other thumb until eventually he had worked them both inside me. He hooked them behind my ring and literally pulled me open. I resisted at first before I willed myself to relax and let it happen. My hole opened and I could feel it actually spread out behind me, two thumbs gaping me.

I was breathing heavily and beginning to sweat. These feelings were beyond my expectations, beyond my knowledge, and I felt like I was being sexually awakened for the first time.

Uncle Mark spent a few minutes more with both thumbs inside me. He dribbled spit into me, using it to lube his thumbs as they pulled my hole open and massaged the rim. Then they were gone and I sighed in frustration.

Mark was climbing on top of me. I gripped the pillow tightly with both hands and I whimpered. He propped himself up with one hand and using the other to guide the head of his penis to my hole. I felt it there, this big, hard, warm flesh that wanted to thrust inside my body.

My pulse was going so fast I thought I might die from some sort of cardiac incident. I was sweating with anticipation, with fear, with the exertion of it all. In my head I repeated “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” But in my heart I just wanted him to push, to fuck me, to make me his bitch. Out of nowhere I suddenly worried about mess, but by then it was too late. Mark’s cock was pushing down on me. This was it. He was going to fuck me in my arse.

For long seconds it was just a piece of flesh pushing down on another piece of flesh. Nothing happened. Then, as the balance shifted, my hole began to open. I could feel the head continuing to slide down, but my hole had gone as far as it could and the only way now was to open up.

I moved one of my hands and I gripped his wrist tightly.

He stopped moving. The head was on its way inside but it felt like there was a block. Pushing on that was starting to hurt just a little bit. My breath was quick and shallow now, and my poor little heart was pounding. Was this the bit that hurt? Would this be painful. Doubt began to grip me. Doubt and fear.

“Take deep breaths and push as if you’re on the toilet” he said in a soft, throaty voice.

That seemed weird, but I held onto those instructions. I made myself breath deeply, which helped me to relax. I adjusted the arch of my back and my hips, and then I pushed as if I was on the toilet.

His cock shifted forward. My anus felt like it would split with the biggest part of his cock head wedged where it was, but worse than that was the feeling inside. Something had started to open up and it wasn’t used to this size and it hurt. Well, it sort-of hurt. But I wanted him to push more because although it hurt, I wanted to see how far it could go. It was a weird feeling. It was pain. But a pain I wanted. I think.

Uncle Mark said “Ok”. That was it. And then he pushed down hard.

I made a loud “Ah!” sound as his cock stretched me right out to the point I thought I wouldn’t be able to take it, and then “ahhhhhhhhhhh” as his head broke through, popping past any resistance and taking the worst of the pain away with it. There was a sharp pain as my sphincter was stretched out, the penis moved past it, and it relaxed again. It was over quickly. My muscles shrank back to grip the shaft of his cock as it slid inside me. I realised I was holding my breath and I let it out and breathed easily.

“I’ll go all the way in and then stop. Let you get used to me” he said.

I felt the sliding action. I felt this big meaty thing fill me up, like nothing I had felt before. Then he was lying on me. His cock was all the way in. I could feel the tip pushing against my insides. I could feel my ring tight against the base of his shaft. His legs were spreading my legs apart, my hips were pushed back and up to meet him.

Oh god, I had another man’s hard, erect penis inside me. I never realised it could be like this. I never realised it could fit and feel so...... so fucking awesome. Yes there had been a little pain and there was discomfort, but uncle Mark had been right: I wanted it. I’d do it again. I wanted him to fuck me. I was his slut boy now. I had such a rush.

Gradually, gently, he pulled back out a short way and then pushed forward again. Then he did it again. My body was filled with unfamiliar sensations.

Mostly I loved it. The feeling of Mark’s hard cock inside me, the warmth of it, the feeling of being stretched open for him, vulnerable and submissive. Inside I was grinning at the thought that I was living inside one of my most secret fantasies, being taken by an older guy. But I was struggling to control my muscles, to know when to grip and when to relax, which was making the in-and-out action more difficult.

Uncle Mark put his face next to my ear. He whispered instructions to me to help me and it wasn’t long before I had it, and everything felt much better, much easier.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t believe that I had a cock inside me, that Mark was able to fuck in and out of me like this, that I could take it without crying in pain. Better still, it was starting to feel wonderful. When he pushed in I was full of hot cock that pressed against my insides in all the right ways. As he withdrew the feelings around my anus were just incredible. I loved that the most.

Mark whispered again. “This first time I’m going to cum quickly. I can’t hold it. You’re too tight, too cute, and I’ve wanted this for too long. But I’ll get hard again and we’ll play some more, ok?”

By this point I would have let uncle Mark do anything to me. I just felt incredibly submissive. My body was hot in every sense and right now I was his for the taking. I gripped his wrist tightly, and breathed out a “yeah”. I sounded dreamy.

He slowly build up a fucking rhythm, pushing in all the way and then holding it, then pulling out to the head. My back was arched and my hips pushed back in an attempt to maximise every sensation. I found that I was moaning softly, almost whimpering. My own cock was half-hard, but it was dripping with precum and as I was ground against the mattress I was getting closer and closer to ejaculation.

Mark beat me to it. He thrust into me two, three times really quickly. It took my breath away. I felt his cock expand inside me and in my inexperience I wondered what was going on. Then I felt it. I felt him just explode far up in my guts, I feeling I will never forget. It was hot, and wet, and I felt his cock pump and pulse from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. He was breathing heavily, almost panting.

I smiled into the pillow. I had made him do that.

“Oh god” he said under his breath. “Fuck, that’s the hardest I have come for..... forever” he said as he collapsed onto me. He lay there for a minute or two and then slowly rolled off. He gently pulled his cock from my hole, which remained gaping for a a few seconds before it began to wink closed. That’s another feeling I will never forget.

“You were fantastic” he said with a grin. “I knew you would be. I’m sorry I tricked you up here, but I’m really happy you stayed. Are you okay?” He put his hand on my back and rubbed up and down my spine.

I took my head from under the pillow. My face was red with the heat under there, but I figured it was time to come out. I looked at him and smiled, got embarrassed and put my face into the pillow again for a minute. When I raised my head again I said “that was..... awesome” I said. “Thanks for going easy on me. I can’t believe I’m not a virgin any more!”

Uncle Mark laughed. “No, you’re definitely not a virgin Jack.” He said. “You have a fantastic body. And you’re tight. You’re just perfect.”

“What did it feel like?” I asked.

He thought for a moment. “I don’t know if I can describe it. It’s better than sex with girl, for sure. It’s tighter, hotter. Your arse grips more and...... I don’t know. It’s just fantastic. It certainly helps that you’re a skinny little twink boy. Just my type. Smooth bum, perfect little hole. You’re cute.”

“Twink?” I asked. I had heard that term but I wasn’t sure I knew what it meant. I loved the compliments though, they turned me on.

“Just means young, hot boy” he said.

“Oh, okay.” I said. “You don’t mind that I’m...... you know. Young?” I asked. My face had flushed red again. I didn’t want to say ‘underage’. I knew that the age of consent was 16 here, and I knew I wasn’t quite there.

He laughed. “Fuck me, no!” He said. “I shouldn’t say this, but I fucking love that you’re...... young.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “As long as you want it.”

I have him a massive smile. “I did. Do. Want it.” I said. What I meant was, I want more of it.

I turned slightly and looked down at his cock. I was horrified to see that it was dirty. I flushed red again. He noticed right away.

“Hey, don’t worry about that” he said softly. “That can happen, especially if you’re not ready for it. I can show you how to prepare so it happens a lot less.”

I guessed he was right, but it was still embarrassing. I asked him what he meant by being prepared.

“I’ll show you. You basically just wash out your insides to make sure there’s nothing up there. Easy to do, I promise.” He looked at me curiously. “You up for doing this again?”

I smiled. “Yeah” I said, shy now. I had a sudden thought. “Does my step dad really know.....?”

Uncle Mark looked sheepish. “No.” He said. “Look, I’ll be honest. I don’t really like your step dad much, probably no more than you do from what I have seen. I got close to him to get close to you......” he trailed off and paused for a moment. “Look, I know it sounds pervy, but I have fancied you for a while now. I thought you might be gay. I wanted...... I wanted to make you my little slut.” He said, never taking his eyes from me.

I had butterflies in my stomach. There was something about being admired by this older man that made me tingle. When he said he wanted me to be his little slut I almost melted. What the fuck was happening to me?

“We have a couple of weeks” he said. “You going to be my sex slave? I want you to be, so badly.”

I thought about that. Before now I wouldn’t have said I was gay, but suddenly all thoughts of tits and pussy seemed childish when I could have uncle Mark’s hard cock throbbing inside me. Just that thought made me feel dirty in a fantastic way. My cock was getting hard.

“Yeah” I said. It was all I could say. I was admitting being a little cock slut. From straight to slutty twink boy in sixty seconds.

He smiled. “Coke on, let’s get showered and we can set some rules so I know you’re okay. And I’ll show you how to get clean. And then I’m going to bend you over and pump you full of my cum. Okay?”

I grinned. “Yeah!” I said, more sure of myself this time. Fuck yeah. Bend me over!

I had an irresistible desire to call him daddy. I don’t even know where that came from. I hugged him and said “I’ll let you do anything to me, daddy”. I was embarrassed having said it. It just came out !

Mark laughed softly. “Oh you’re a naughty little boy. I’m going to do such things to you.”

We lay there for a few minutes with the smell of dirty anal sex around us, my anus leaking his cum, my cock semi-hard. My heart was racing again. I was all his.

* * * *

We showered together. He showed me what I should do to be clean before sex and what I could do if I was sore afterwards. We chatted like it was all perfectly normal. I was shy, but I wanted to learn.

He had me empty myself out while he watched. I didn’t want to, but he told me I had to. I was his little sex slave and he wasn’t finished with me. I know I could have said no, but would have broken this role play and I was still so fucking horny. I felt like I wanted to push my boundaries, so I did as I was told.

When I was clean inside and out, he took me downstairs and out into the garden. He stripped me of my towel and pushed me down onto the bit of lawn that he kept mowed. It was surrounded by wildflowers and tall grasses, so we were pretty well hidden. The next house was far enough away, anyway.

He sucked my cock and let me cum in his mouth. It was amazing. I had never done that before, so it was another first. I felt worn out and sleepy, but he turned me over almost immediately. He had me get on all fours and he fingered lube into me. I wasn’t sore, but I was a little tender down there. The lube stung to begin with but within a few seconds it just felt good again. Another man’s fingers inside me, poking around, stroking the walls of my insides. He touched a place than made my cock twitch like I was going to come again. I let out a breath and flinched. Jesus, what was that?

Uncle Mark laughed. He slapped my bottom and lined up his cock. He pushed it into me. It went in so much easier this time. I guess I was still a little stretched out and I was way more relaxed. And I wanted it badly. I wanted to be fucked. Really fucked. I felt nervous and horny all at the same time, like if caught some kind of disease but the disease was an uncontrollable desire to be fucked hard. I was practically shaking. I wanted it badly.

And Uncle Mark obliged.

He fucked into me like it was going to be his last time. I pushed back onto his shaft and we struck up a rhythm. I was moaning, ignoring the fact that we were outside. He was panting, exerting himself into me.

He slapped me. I flinched and wondered what that was for and then he did it again. I guessed I had a big red hand mark on my bottom now. Then he did it again. It hurt. I was about to tell him not to when he did it again and suddenly I felt like I might come again. I paused, not saying anything and he slapped me again. And then again. I realised it hurt, but that I wanted it. He did it again, fucking into me the whole time.

I heard myself say “oh god yes hit me” and he did, over and over. My cheeks were sore. They were hot, and stinging. My hole was hot and used.

I realised I was shaking. My legs were shaking. My shoulders were shaking. Some kind of feral lust had taken over. I begged him to fuck me. He did, fucking and slapping, getting harder and harder.

I orgasmed. It came from nowhere but I shook and then just spurted cum out. I cried out, not knowing what was going on. Then uncle Mark cried out. He thrust into me over and over so hard and then he shot into me. I felt it again. I felt the throbbing of that big hard cock head right up in my guts.

I collapsed from all fours down into the grass. I didn’t know what had happened to me. It was confusing. All I knew is that I had come without touching anything, and right after I had already come into Mark’s mouth. My bottom was red and sore now, and my hole was sore too. But it was a good sore, like a hot bath after being out in the cold. If uncle Mark wanted to rail me again, I’d submit. No question.

Uncle Mark sank down and we spooned, naked on the lawn. It seemed to take ages to get my head back into reality. I was so happy in fantasy sex land! I thought about where I was and what had happened. I’d lost my virginity today, and not in the way I was hoping to lose it! I thought about a couple of the girls that I had considered attractive, who I’d thought about while masturbating. I suddenly didn’t find them in the least bit interesting. I just wanted Mark. I wanted to submit. I wanted to be instructed and force and bent over and fucked hard, his cock lodged in my back passage. Despite having come twice in quick succession, just the thought of uncle Mark telling what to do, abusing my young body....... Christ I was getting hard again.

“You ok?” Asked Mark.

“Yeah” I said.

“What’s up?”

“I think...... I think you have turned me gay.” I said. It sounded stupid as I said it, it I meant it honestly. I was surprised and a little shocked.

Mark laughed. “You always were gay, you’re just getting used to it. Getting used to admitting it to yourself. That’s all.”

I just thought about that for a few minutes. “I think I might be obsessed with sex.....” I said.

Mark laughed again. “Good” he said, the humour clear in his voice.

“No, I mean it” I said. “I want....... I can’t stop thinking...... I just want to be.... you know.... like your slut or something.” I flushed bright red.

Mark hugged me. “Good.” He said, and there was no humour there now. “Because if you’re willing, I want you to be my little slut. That skinny little body of yours, that totally gorgeous bum...... I just want to fuck the shit out of you!”

I thought for just a minute. “I think I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” I said. And I meant it. Maybe it was just the thrill of first sex, but I just wanted to go again and again and again. I was a horny mess.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” Uncle Mark said. He leaned over and kissed me, his hand lazily fondling my cock and balls. “You can help me with a few things around here, then we’ll think about what we do next.” He winked. I smiled.

Maybe this summer was going to be pretty cool after all.