Sucking My Uncle’s Cock

He reached over the boys back and grabbed his hair, pulling his head forcefully back while murmuring, “Come on you slut. Take it. Take it all”.
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I had come to Paris with my Uncle Andy as part of a “well done” package for completing my first year Uni. exams without too much hassle. I was after an Architecture degree and had kept up with the work and played quite hard too; all in a fairly vanilla way. But hey, I was still just 19 and had plenty of time to broaden my horizons and dip my toe (and anything else that would fit) into more murky sexual waters.
Uncle Andy had been around all my young life. I remember him teaching me to swim, me holding a football with outstretched arms while he held me gently under my waist and hips. His encouraging (and harmlessly provocative) banter; “That’s the way my big, strong boy. You’ll have the strongest legs and the biggest bum in the pool. Now Mike, kick for all you’re worth.”
And I did. I so wanted to impress this young man with his fit, muscled body and tanned good looks. I was barely a third his age and a pudgy, tallish child with no idea that by the time I was 18 I’d be looking at uncle Andy completely differently.
He was like a god; blonde, fit, toned and tanned. He’d taught me almost everything and now I wanted one more lesson.
“OK stud?” Andy teased, as he led the way out of the check-out area and towards the car hire desk. The fit, tanned male assistant with twinkling brown eyes, dark curly hair and a sophisticated aroma of expensive cologne was about the same age as Andy, (34/35) and speaking French so quickly I couldn’t understand. I was impressed how fluently...