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When he returned, he was holding a small glass, which he set in front of me.
"Drink it," he ordered.
"What is it?" I asked, eyeing it suspiciously.
"It's a vanilla milkshake."
"I prefer chocolate."
"Just drink it," he ordered again.
A Whataburger milkshake is basically soft serve ice cream in a glass. It took some effort to suck the thick, creamy concoction through the straw, but I eventually succeeded.
"Next time you suck my dick, suck it the way your sucking on that straw," Kurt instructed.
He knew! I must have turned three shades of red from embarrassment. I just sat there, staring at him, unable to think of anything to say.
"You were awake!" I eventually said.
"Of course, I was," Kurt laughed, "Did you really think I wouldn't notice someone sucking my dick?"
"But you didn't say anything."
"I was afraid that if I did you would stop. It's been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I wasn't going to blow it on principle."
"I'm so sorry," I stuttered, "It'll never happen again."
"Now, I hope that isn't true, but if it is, I'm fine with that."
"But you're my uncle," I protested, "It's wrong."
"The same people who say that also think your being gay is wrong. Besides, it's not like I'm going to get you pregnant. That's what they're really worried about. Now, drink your milkshake. You need the practice."
I continued drinking my lesson in cock sucking, memorizing the intensity of suction that was required to consume the milk shake. Once I hit the bottom of the glass, I came to the conclusion that I had been sucking dick all wrong. I vowed then and there to do better, if I ever had the chance to suck off my uncle again.
It started raining again on the way back home, and by the time we got the groceries inside, we were both soaked to the bone. Leaving the groceries on the table and countertops, we both went into the bedroom to change out of our wet clothes. Kurt caught me checking out his big cock.
"It's just a dick, Parker."
"No, it's a really big dick," I corrected him, "I should know, I've inspected it up close."
"Looks like you're nicely hung yourself," he commented, closing the distance between us to take my dick in hand, "How big are you?"
"I'm eight inches," I said proudly.
"See, I'm only two inches larger than you are," he pointed out, "Two inches isn't such a big deal, is it?"
"I guess not," I said, considering what he meant, "But ten inches is."
Kurt laughed and threw up his hands in frustration, giving up on his argument. I gave his cock a couple of tugs and he pulled my hand off it.
"Not now, kiddo, we have work to do." I moaned my disappointment. "I promise to make it up to you later."
With his promise in mind, I dressed in warm clothes and put our wet ones in the dryer. I would wash them later, when I did the laundry, but I didn't want them to mildew in the meantime. Returning to the kitchen, we unpacked the groceries and found a place for them all. Then I put a beef roast into a pot of beef broth and set it on a low heat before peeling potatoes to add later.
Meeting up in the living room, we watched one of the movies Kurt had in his DVD collection. I had never seen it before, and it was pretty good, especially snuggled up next to my uncle. After the movie, I added the peeled potatoes, cut up some carrots and onion and set the roast to cooking once more. When I finished, Kurt led me into the bedroom, where he slowly undressed me. My dick was hard as a rock by the time he was also naked.
Without hesitation, I fell to my knees and began sucking his large cock to erection. I used my new cock sucking technique, sucking on his ample flesh like I was trying to suck the jizz directly from his large balls. Once I had him good and hard, he pulled me off him and lay me down on the bed, only to join me in a sixty-nine position. I had never had my dick sucked, and I was self-conscious about it. It wasn't that I was ashamed that I had a dick. It's just that the guys I was with in the past had never had any interest in it.
Kurt took my cock into his mouth, whic