The following is a work of homoerotic fiction. If you are too young, or it isn't legal, or you would be offended, then don't read it.
MY MARINE UNCLE zacksmentor@yahoo.com
Hey. My name is Andrew and I just turned 18 and got thrown out of the house. My mom has always been a real bitch, and she kept busting my ass about smoking pot and skipping school, and I came home on my 18th birthday to find a suitcase and a note. The suitcase had a few clothes in it, and the note basically told me I was an adult and I could support myself. I banged on the door and kicked it, wanting to stop this bullshit, then the police came and took me away. Mom meant it, I wasn't going home.
I started sleeping at friends houses, but it didn't go so well there either. I was welcome for a few nights, then their parents would tell me to move on. Guess they felt the same way about reefer as my mom did. I bummed money from my friends, but they got sick of it, and eventually the last one told me to go away.
I was fucked. I'm 18, and I can do what I want, but there aren't any jobs and even if I got one I couldn't afford an apartment. I had nowhere to go, and started sleeping at the shelter and panhandling in the days: my only other option was to sell my ass, which I was not interested in doing.
After a few weeks of this, I called mom up and begged her to take me back. She said she had been waiting for the call, but would not take me back. She told me that her younger brother (Uncle Mike) who lived in LA would take me in. I never much liked Uncle Mike who used to be in the marines. He had that macho marine attitude and was bossy. I was afraid of him really, but it was better than the shelter.
I hitched up to LA and went to Uncle Mike's house. It was a small 3 bedroom house in a not so good neighborhood. I knocked on the door and he invited me in and offered me a coke. I took it, and he went right into the whole marine lecture bullshit.
"You are such a Fuck up, I ought to just throw you out of here. But your mom begged me to straighten you out and I told her I would try. But you are going to live in my house by my rules, or you will be back on the streets. No drugs: and I'm going to do piss tests. No backtalk. You will keep this house clean and take care of the yard. We are also going to put you in Community College, and you are going to do well there. Any questions?"
I knew I had no other options so I said "No Uncle Mike...Thanks".
He replied tersely: "I'm not Uncle Mike to a piece of shit like you. I'm embarrassed to be related to you. You will call me `Sir"".
"Yes Sir" I replied, and the words sounded strange `cause I had never called anyone Sir in my life. I also realized that I was afraid of Uncle Mike. He is a big guy: about 6-3 and weights around 230: none of it fat. I on the other hand look like a lot of 18 year old guys: 6 foot, dirty blond hair, kind of a baby face, and I weigh about 160 lbs: skinny, but not scrawny.
"Now stow your gear in the spare bedroom and get your ass out her to begin your chores" he said, pointing at the room I was to use.
I went into the room: pretty Spartan with a twin bed, tile floor, one window covered with roller blinds, and a marine recon poster on the wall. It also had a weight bench, and the odor of male sweat. Guess this is where Uncle Mike works out, I thought.
I heard a cough in the other room, and hurried back as it was obviously a cue. I went out into the kitchen, and Uncle Mike looked disapprovingly at me and said "When I tell you to do something, you do it quickly or else".
I didn't want to know the meaning of "or else" but I shuddered inwardly knowing that it wouldn't be good. Uncle Mike seemed like the definition of a big mean fucker who I did not want to mess with.
"I'm going to the gym...I box on Saturdays...when I get back this kitchen better shine, and I mean shine from the floor to the ceiling: Understood?" he said.
"Understand Unc...Sir" I replied.
Uncle mike grabbed his gym bag and headed off. I wasn't sure how long he would be gone, so I got right to cleaning the kitchen. I washed all the dishes, cleaned off the counters, and cleaned the stove and floor: took about an hour. Then I waited for him to come home, watching MTV while I waited.
Uncle Mike arrived home about an hour into my finishing the kitchen. I was just about asleep on the sofa, but got up as he approached me.
"You lazy druggie, what are you doing asleep? And you had your shoes on my sofa...I know your mother taught you better than that".
"Ugh...Sorry ...Sir" I replied, as this large sweaty marine who had not showered after 2 hours of boxing screamed into my face.
"Now lets inspect the kitchen" he said and I followed him into the room, feeling like I would at least get credit for doing this right. He looked at the floor and the counters and stove and grunted his approval. Then he opened up the cupboards and frowned, then opened the refrigerator and looked pissed.
"You lazy sack of shit. You didn't wipe down the inside of the refrigerator or the cupboards" he said.
"I'm sorry...I thought I did a good job...I didn't know you were supposed to do that" I squeeked, my voice actually cracking a bit.
"I wasn't supposed to do it dumbass, you were. Its about time we started training you to behave" he said.
With that, he literally grabbed me by the arm and squeezed it with one big hand until it hurt. He force marched me into the bedroom and said one word "Strip".
I couldn't believe it. There was no way I was going to do this. "Excuse me?" I said.
"You heard me, strip. If you still have clothes on in one minute, I will rip them off you" he said, then went into the other room.
I figured I better go along with it, so I stripped down to my boxers. A minute later, he came into the room with a beer in one hand, and a jockstrap in the other. The beer wasn't for me.
"I told you to strip, get those fucking boxers off now before I rip them off" he growled.
I complied, feeling embarrassed. I look pretty good for an 18 year old; not fat; not scrawny, but just youthful, I was not in the habit of being naked in front of another man. Even my doctor had never made me do this...not even for the hernia exam: he would just reach under my boxers to do it.
I stood there wearing nothing for what seemed like 3 minutes while his eyes wandered up and down my body. He circled me once, then stood in front of me.
"Not bad to start with boy. At least you aren't fat, but you don't have real muscles. Not much body hair either, you look like a woman. And where did you get that dick? Doesn't look like much to me".
This was a sensitive topic for me. I am about 5.5 inches hard, and pretty thin. When I am nervous, my balls retract all the way to my throat and my prick practically goes inside my stomach: I look like a 5 year old. That's how I looked right then.
Then Uncle Mike stood in front of me and peeled off his sweaty shirt. I could smell his musky odor immediately. He removed his sweatpants and stood there in a jock with a cup that he wears for boxing. Then he peeled down the Jock.
I found myself staring at Uncle Mike: 3 inches taller than me; hairy chest, legs, and ass; rippling muscles especially the boxer's shoulders and chest, and a fat uncut dick that looked 7 inches soft. I hadn't ever given much thought to whether I was attracted to men or not: got laid by a girl once but I was too high to remember any of it, otherwise I was inexperienced. However, I found myself stirring a bit as I looked at him.
Uncle Mike started back at me, and caught me looking at his cock. He lazily reached down and pulled it, scratching his sweaty balls along the way. Then he chuckled and said "I guess I got me a faggot here".
I was shocked that he called me that, then I looked down to realize that my 5.5 inches was standing proud, and starting to leak.
"I'm no faggot" I said, trying to sound more certain than I was.
"We'll see about that in a little while. Guess you won't be able to get into the jockstrap right now, so you will work out without it".
Uncle Mike proceeded to put me through a weightlifting program for every muscle in my body over the next 1.5 hours. He had me doing burn outs repeatedly on each muscle group. I was soon glistening in sweat and my boyish muscles were bulging as far as they went. I lost my hard on pretty quickly during this, but the last thing he had me do were bench presses and he spotted. All I could see right over my forehead while he spotted was the underside of his ballsack and the pendulous meat just above my forehead.
"We are going to do this 3 times a week boy. And on the other days you will run with me. I'll make a man of you yet" he said.
"Now we are going to deal with your failure to clean the kitchen properly" he said, and hand on shoulder he guided me to the bed again. This time he sat down on the bed and motioned me over.
I had the brief thought he might be going to spank me, but rejected it quickly. The next thing I knew, he had grabbed me and put me over his lap. His left hand had control of my upper back and his right hand began smacking my ass.
"Smack, Smack, Smack" came the first 3 bare ass slaps of my life since preschool.
"Ow...Uncle Mike...quit it".
"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" came 3 really hard ones as I squirmed and tried to get away.
"What did you call me boy" he roared, then delivered 3 more hard ones.
"Oh...FUCK...Please Sir".
"Did you say Fuck?" he roared. "Naughty little boys don't get to swear" and he gave me another half dozen really hard.
My ass was on fire, and I was squiriming and trying to get away. I could hear myself, sounding like a little boy "Ow...OW...please Sir...Ow...I'll do better next time...OW... Pleeeese".
This did me no good at all. He just spanked me harder for another 5 minutes. I was sobbing, snot in my face, and bucking and kicking to get away.
It must have stopped a few minutes before, but I suddenly became aware that he had stopped the spanking and was playing with my back with his fingers. He was kind of tickling or massaging me. It felt a lot better than the spanking, so I just lay there.
The tickling began to work down to my lower back, and around my ass to my thighs. In ever shortening circles, me massaged and tickled my ass, ever closer to my asshole.
I was rock hard, and I am sure he could feel it against his thigh. I knew I could feel his hard meat pressing up against my stomach under me.
Then he paused, and began tickling and circling my asshole. I shuddered a bit and he continued, and began speaking softly to me.
"Good boy...now you are learning. You are going to be my very own boy. You'll be good for me, won't you?"
"Yes Sir" I said, moving my ass a bit back against his hand because it felt so good. When I did that, he reached a finger under me and tickled my ball sac.
He then began fingering my hole. I had never though of an asshole as good for anything but shitting. For the first time, I was totally aroused by this. I started bucking my hips against his leg as he finger fucked me. Before I could cum on his leg he stopped and told me to stand up.
I did so, leaving about a 2 foot translucent strand of precum between my dick and his leg as I did so.
"Go in the kitchen and get the Crisco" he said.
I started to argue, knowing that Crisco wasn't just for baking cookies.
"It will go easier if you cooperate. I'm going to fuck you with or without the Crisco" he said. My dick wasn't going down, and I knew I kind of wanted it, but I was really scared it would hurt.
I came back with the Crisco and Uncle Mike spent about 10 minutes lubing me up and stretching my asshole out. Then, he had me get on the floor on all fours, ass exposed.
"Stick that ass out boy or I'll get the paddle" he said.
I immediately did it as I wanted no paddling from this guy. Then, I felt his dick touch my ass. I looked over my shoulder and was frightened by what I saw: Uncle Mike must be 9 inches hard and as thick as a beer can.
"Push down like you are taking a crap boy" he said, and I complied. Then, I felt him slide into my virgin hole.
"AAAAAAAAAGH...GOD...STOP" I screamed, feeling like my asshole was being torn apart.
He paused, fully in my asshole and said "Just relax for a minute, then I am going to start fucking you".
I stayed in position, hyperventilating and eventually it stopped hurting, but just felt really full and stretched.
Then, Uncle Mike began to slowly fuck me. It hurt like hell at first, but soon it started feeling good. My dick was tingling and I had that feeling you get when you are a minute or two away from cumming... From my prostate I think.
I stuck my ass back and dropped my chest to the floor to hold position . He fucked me hard and I dripped more cum than I thought I could make on the floor.
After about 20 minutes, Uncle Mike shuddered and shot an enormous load up my ass. He stayed in position for a bit, then withdrew, leaving an empty feeling in my ass.
"Roll over on your back boy" he ordered and I did so, my wet dripping dick slapping my hard stomach, and my balls aching sharply from not cumming.
"Jerk off" he said, and I gladly grabbed my little pole. After what seemed like about 10 jerks, I shot an enormous load: most of it landing on my face, but some shooting all the way to the headboard of the bed.
"Let's get cleaned up boy" he said, and headed off to the shower with me following.
The End.
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