The hotdog eating contest

I showed my uncle that I could do what I saw the guys in the hotdog eating contest could do.

I had led a very sheltered and protected life. I had been home schooled and never dated. I knew very little about the real world and almost nothing about sex. One day when I had just turned eighteen, I was watching TV with my mother and father. The local news was on. The story was about a local hotdog eating contest. There were six guys competing to see who could eat the most dogs in one minute. They were in buns and covered with ketchup. I could see that the guy who was doing best was just pushing them down his throat, without chewing them. He was the winner, eating ten and starting the eleventh one when the buzzer sounded.

The next day, I was thinking about that news segment. I wondered if I could do it. I went to the fridge in the kitchen. There was a package of hotdogs. I took one out, put some ketchup on it and put it in my mouth without a bun. I took half of it in my mouth and then stopped. I held my breath and pushed. The end of it went into my throat. That was when I learned that I did not have a gag reflex. The back end of the dog was just between my teeth and I was still able to hold onto it. I pulled it back out and looked at it. Then I did it again. It was lunch time, so I put it in a bun, zapped it in the microwave, added ketchup, mustard and relish and ate it. That had been fun. Maybe sometime I could be on TV in one of those contests.

A few weeks later my uncle Steve came for a weeklong visit. Uncle Steve was my father’s youngest brother. He was twelve years older than me. We were sitting in the living room watching TV. I thought about the hotdog eating contest. I had done it a couple more times. I told Steve about it and how I had tried it and could do it. A smile came over his face.

Then I ran to the kitchen and came back with a hotdog. I no longer needed to coat it with ketchup. I did not think of it being anything sexual. I hardly knew what sex was then. “Watch, I’ll show you.” I happily shoved the dog in and out of my throat, several times. “Do you think I could win the hotdog eating contest?” I could see him smile, but did not notice the large bulge growing in his pants.

“With more practice, I bet you could. Some women like to do that with a man’s penis. That would be really good practice, and you wouldn’t waste any food.” I was not sure what he was talking about. The only penis I had ever seen was my baby brother’s, and it was only a little over two inches and not much bigger around than my thumb. It could never reach my throat.

Uncle Steve reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled his already erect dick and his balls out of his pants. I looked at it, “Wow, that’s big.” It had to be more than an inch longer than the hotdogs and twice as thick. “It does look like a hotdog. I’ve never seen one like that.”

Uncle Steve knew what to say that would make me feel challenged and defensive. “I guess you are too young and I’m too big for you to swallow my cock. I better put it away, and you can just go back to playing with your hotdogs.”

He was right. I looked at him and said, “Yes I can. I know I can. Let me show you.” Steve stroked his cock a couple times and stepped close in front of me.

“Put up or shut up. If you think you can do it, prove it.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him, took it in my hand and put my lips around the head. The end was wet. I later learned that it was from pre-cum. I had to open my mouth really wide to get him in. I heard him moan. I pulled off and asked, “Did I hurt you?”

“No Honey, it felt really good. That was a happy sound. Do it more.”

Half of his seven inches went in my mouth. The end touched the top of my throat. I didn’t gag, but it felt like it was too big to fit in my throat. I paused. Steve put his hand behind my head. He pulled me to him and pushed himself forward at the same time. His cock wedged its way into my throat. I could feel how stretched it was making my throat. When he saw that I was not gagging, he held my head and started pushing himself in and out of my throat. He would pull out till just the head was between my lips. Then he pushed in till my nose was pressed into his pubic hair and his ball sack bounced off my chin. It was warm, had a loose outer skin on the shaft that slid up and down over the hard inner shaft. I managed to time my breathing. Drool was dripping down my chin. He gently put one hand on my throat, so he could feel the bulge his cock made as it slid up and back in my throat.

He kept doing it for about five minutes. My jaw was starting to ache, but I was feeling proud and adult. “I’m going to come. I’m going to shoot stuff in your mouth. It will taste good. You will like it. Swallow fast so you don’t lose any of it. Then he groaned really loud and held my head with just a couple inches in my mouth. I felt his balls tighten and his dick swell each of the four times he squirted his stuff in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some still leaked out. It tasted funny. It was thick and slippery, salty and just a little bitter, but he said I would like it, and I did. He pulled out and told me what I great job I had done. “Nobody has ever done it better. You are a great cock sucker.” It made me feel good when he said that.

We did it twice a day for the next three days. He told me that it was called a blowjob or cock sucking. He told me that he and most other guys really like it when a girl will suck his cock, especially if she swallows his cum.

It was the day before he was going to leave, and I had just swallowed a big load of his cum. “I told someone what we have been doing, and how good you can do it. I want you to do it for him, too. Will you do that for me?”

I hesitated for a minute, but then smiled and said, “OK.”

Steve made a phone call and just a minute later, my bedroom door opened and my father walked in. After a couple seconds of shock, I smiled at him. He smiled back and unzipped his pants.

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