Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2023 17:30:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Uncle Dave UNCLE DAVE This is a work of gay fiction. The characters and sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by gay sex stories involving underage boys and grown men, please read no further. (Gay Adult Youth) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Uncle Dave was not really my uncle. He had been the best friend of my father, and we have spent a lot of time together since my father passed away from cancer five or six years ago. Uncle Dave taught me to surf, and I really looked forward to our infrequent trips to the beach from my San Fernando Valley home. My mother was happy for me to spend some "man time" with Uncle Dave, and hoped that it would help to toughen me up. My name is Carter Jansen. At 13-year-old, and recently graduated from the 8th grade, I consider myself kind of scrawny next to some of the guys my age. Uncle Dave seems to think that I'm growing muscle from our surfing trips, but I'm not so sure. Other than surfing, I'm not really into any other sports, and I have few male friends. I overheard my mom expressing her concerns about me to her sister, my Aunt Carol. I had to look up the word "effeminate," but I have to admit that the description was not far from the mark. I have always cared about how I dress and look, and I prefer the company of girls. Aunt Carol remarked on how she envied my pretty, long, eyelashes. Blonde, and 5'2", I had always known that I was secretly attracted to boys. I had gotten my first boner looking at Cat Noir in his skintight body suit on the Disney Channel animated show, "Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir." I sort of fancied that I looked like the character Adrien Agreste, with his slender body and shaggy blonde hair. With my laptop and iPhone, it was no trouble searching the internet for gay porn, or naked pictures of other pretty boys called "twinks." Obviously, mom knew none of this, though she clearly must have suspected some of it. She looked to Uncle Dave to provide the masculinity that she couldn't provide. I was finding it increasingly harder to remember my deceased father. As an 11-year-old, I had asked Uncle Dave if he would consider dating my lonely mother, and maybe he could some day be my father. That idea seemed to rattle Uncle Dave. I guess he thought it would be disloyal to my father, so I never brought it up again. Come to think of it, I can't remember Uncle Dave ever having a girlfriend. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> With summer fast approaching, I overheard Uncle Dave talking to my mom about taking me on a five-day surfing trip to Baja. It would be a sort of 8th grade graduation present. Mom was hesitant, but eventually agreed. Two weeks after the schoolyear ended, I was a passenger in Uncle Dave's Ford SUV and headed south across the border. Rosarito was located past Tijuana, and about 40 miles south of the US / Mexico border. It was a well-known resort town, with sandy beaches and good surfing at the Punta Descanso and Punta Mezquite areas. While the best time to surf the California or Baja beaches was during the wintertime storms, I was, at 13, by no means a big wave surfer, unlike my much-more experienced Uncle Dave. We pulled into a private beachside bungalow less than a hundred yards from the roaring water. Oddly, there were no other bungalows around for fifty or more yards. As we unloaded our shortboards and bags from the SUV, I noticed two things about the tiny bungalow: It had a private, fenced-in seawater pool, and that there was only one bed inside. I wasn't overly concerned about not having my own bed. The bed in the bungalow was a Queen or a King-size, I didn't know which, but it appeared to be plenty big for two people. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I was exhausted after our long drive, and fell asleep quickly in the big bed. The next thing I knew, Uncle Dave was shaking my shoulder to wake me up, saying: "Surf's up!" Uncle Dave was a muscular 38-year-old, and kept his dark hair very short in sort of a military cut. Shirtless, and dressed only in a pair of exotic bikini briefs, I could see that Uncle Dave had "morning wood," as he rushed to the bathroom to take a pee. We were soon in our swim trunks with our surfboards under our arms and running to the nearby waves. However, I was still distracted by the memory of Uncle Dave's impressive, thick penis pressed against his small, tight, bikini underwear. We got in several good sets before Uncle Dave suggested that we head back to the bungalow for some breakfast. Uncle Dave removed his wet trunks and eventually wrapped his lower body in a towel. Looking in a wall mirror, I had not failed to admire Uncle Dave's thick penis dangling between his legs. For some reason, Dave kept his pubic area neatly trimmed, which intrigued me. Uncle Dave suggested that I remove my trunks too, to keep the water and sand from getting inside the small bungalow. I had undressed many times before in junior high gym class, but this was somehow different. Uncle Dave's eyes seemed fixated on me as I lowered my red, knee-length swim trunks to the floor. Unlike some of the underdeveloped boys in my school, I had been blessed by a long, slender penis, and sparse tufts of blonde pubic hair. Uncle Dave was wordless as I turned to present my well-rounded butt cheeks. Wrapping a towel around my lower torso, Uncle Dave cooked up some eggs and bacon, which we ate hungrily before returning to the beach. Unfortunately, the waves began to flatten out before noon and we returned to the bungalow, disappointed. Afternoon TV is kind of boring, as you probably know, so after sitting around bored for a couple of hours, Uncle Dave suggested that we check out the bungalow's small seawater pool. We had already showered and changed into our street clothes. I hurried to retrieve my still-wet swim trunks. "Don't bother," Uncle Dave said, and he began to undress. Now completely naked, he suggested that we simply skinny dip. Uncle Dave was well-muscled, but had surprisingly little body hair except for the small, neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair above his thick cock. Uncle Dave's penis leaned heavily on his left leg as he sat on the arm of a chair, waiting for me to likewise undress. Removing my cargo shorts and boxers, I fluffed out my blonde pubes with my fingers as we walked to the sliding glass door leading to the small pool. Uncle Dave reached beneath my legs and lifted my naked body. I prayed that my 13-year-old cock would not become embarrassedly erect as he touched me. Uncle Dave's hands were strong, and I could feel his six-pack abs against my naked body. With one swift motion, Uncle Dave laughingly threw me into the pool before jumping in himself. The saltwater was dark, so I could only get vague glimpses of Uncle Dave's Adonis-like naked body as we swam in the pool. Taking a break, I moved to the shallow end of the pool, my arms resting on the concrete pool edge. Uncle Dave swam toward me, and surprised me by pressing his swole naked body against mine. I could feel his engorged cock poking my belly, and soon my own young cock was erect and pressing against Uncle Dave's aroused genitals. I was too surprised or confused to do or say anything. I remained motionless as Uncle Dave leaned in for a kiss, pressing his hands around my face. My head began to spin from the unexpected kiss. Uncle Dave's closed-mouth kiss was unusually warm, and seemed to wipe away my years of closeted homosexual frustration. I reached for Uncle Dave's cock with my hand, but he brushed it away. "Carter, I know you like boys. I guess I've always known it. But I'm not a boy, and I want you to be 100% onboard if you choose to take this further. Understand?" I nodded my head in ascent and he kissed me again. With the private fence enclosing the pool area, we felt safe in exploring the other's body with our inquisitive hands. Although I yearned for more, Uncle Dave explained that he wanted to take things slowly, and we didn't go beyond fondling that afternoon in the pool. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As we exited the pool to make dinner, Uncle Dave suggested that we shower off the seawater... together. The shower area was small, but we managed to squeeze our two bodies inside. Soaping each other up, we now had a clear view of our nearly-hairless naked bodies, unencumbered by the seawater. My hands freely explored his muscular chest, athletic ass, and stout cock. Uncle Dave's hands rubbed along my slender chest, pinching and pulling my boyish nipples. Reaching for my cock, Uncle Dave stroked it a few times but stopped before I could cum. With his meaty hands rubbing between my butt cheeks, Uncle Dave cupped my juvenile ball sack before finding my virgin rectum, and circling it intently with his index finger. I dropped to my knees and reached for Uncle Dave's cock, preparing to insert it into my mouth and give my first blow-job. I was again stopped by Uncle Dave with the single word, "Later." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Unable to have any release, sitting to dinner with my handsome Uncle Dave was pure torture. I had heard of blue-balls. Now, I was painfully experiencing it. Watching TV was even worse. My anticipating cock was throbbing and I wanted to jack myself off, but didn't in Uncle Dave's presence. At last, Uncle Dave suggested, "Let's go to bed." Although what would soon transpire went unspoken, we were soon naked and under the covers. I decided to make the first move and my head dove under the bedclothes in search of Uncle Dave's cock. Finding it with my hand in the dark, Uncle Dave's thick penis was flaccid. I soon changed that when I inserted it in into my mouth. Watching gay videos on the internet had taught me what to do, and I simultaneously stroked Uncle Dave's 8" cock while licking and sucking on the head. It was far too big to take it in whole. I assailed the thick dick with gusto, and Uncle Dave told me later that he was surprised how quickly I had made him cum. Uncle Dave threw the bedcovers to the floor so that he could better drink in my slender, naked body. Starting at my blonde forehead, Uncle Dave kissed and licked his was down my slim, nearly-hairless body. My cock was at full staff, but Uncle Dave carefully avoided it as he kissed my nipples and stomach, working his way down to my thighs and toes. My cock was aching when Uncle Dave at last took it into his practiced mouth. In the privacy of my bedroom, I had measured my erect penis at nearly 5", and knew from surreptitiously looking that it was longer than the cocks of many of my 8th grade peers. Impressive as I thought it may be, Uncle Dave had no trouble devouring the entirety into his eager mouth. I did my best not to spuzz too quickly, and Uncle Dave licked and swallowed every drop of my warm cum as he pressed his naked body on top of me and started tongue-kissing me for the first time. Uncle Dave's flaccid genitals pressed into mine. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Day two went similar to day one. Uncle and Dave and I surfed all day and fucked all night. I felt warm and protected in the arms of my muscular friend and lover. As the days went on, Uncle Dave got progressively kinkier with me, introducing the Cowboy positions to our sexual games. Facing Uncle Dave, I squatted onto his hard cock, allowing him to penetrate me as deeply as possible, and to present an opportunity for him to play with my youthful cock. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On day three, Uncle Dave said that he was going to go into town for provisions. My guess is that he really wanted to go to one of the local cantinas for some beers. I didn't expect to see him for some time. Although the waves were quite flat, I decided to go out anyway. The only other surfer was a Mexican boy about my age, maybe a little bit younger. Between his rudimentary English, and my underachieving junior high school Spanish, we managed to communicate. "Me llamo Miguel," he said. I knew enough Spanish to know that I had just been told that his name was Miguel. I responded, "Me llamo Carter." Miguel was dark-skinned and slender. His jet-black hair went down to his shoulders, and he wore red Speedos, rather than the American style knee-high swim trunks. I managed to check out Miguel's diminutive package in the cold ocean water. Miguel had a wide, ear-to-ear smile. Newly sexually experienced, I had the odd feeling that Miguel was into more than surfing. Frustrated by the lack of waves, we walked from the water to the sand. I pointed to the nearby bungalow, and struggled to make Miguel understand that I was offering him a Dr. Pepper. Standing on the secluded porch, I removed my wet swim trunks and wrapped my naked body in a towel. Remembering the wall mirror that I had discovered before, I watched Miguel struggle to remove his tight Speedos. Miguel was already wiry-muscled despite his young age. His small penis was obviously uncircumcised, and his pubic area was completely hairless. Miguel could have been as young as 12, I deduced. Walking to the refrigerator with a towel wrapped around my waist, I retried two bottles of Dr. Pepper. Miguel nodded his head in thanks, and looked around appreciatively at the modest bungalow. Stopping at the sliding glass door, Miguel seemed particularly interested in the swimming pool. "Piscina?" Miguel asked, clearly impressed by the swimming pool attached to our bungalow. I opened the sliding glass door, and we walked out. Removing my towel, I jumped into the pool naked, and beckoned for Miguel to join me. Like the young boys we were, we were soon splashing and wrestling in the pool. I could feel my cock hardening as it rubbed against Miguel's naked body. Wanting to take a brief rest, I sat on the pool edge as Miguel swam happily. My cock was semi-erect as I sat poolside. Absently, I began to touch it. Miguel swam up to me, staring at my cock and blonde pubes. "Hermoso," Miguel said before taking my cock into his brown hand. I placed both of my hands on the concrete pool deck, and leaned slightly backwards as the naked Mexican boy jacked me off. Before I could cum, Miguel switched from a hand- job to a blow-job. I could tell that Miguel had done this before, as he expertly brought me to a climax, not spilling a drop from his eager mouth. I slid back into the pool and began tongue-kissing Miguel and running my impatient hands along his hairless naked body beneath the water. I then had an idea: Submerging beneath the water, I began to fondle and fellate Miguel's small brown penis. Miguel began to squirm with pleasure at my underwater games. Turning Miguel around, I parted his butt cheeks and began to lick his anus while simultaneously reaching around to play with his young cock and balls. I later inserted my index finger into his tiny anus. Miguel offered no protestations as I finger-fucked his rectum. Reaching for Miguel's hand, I brought the naked Mexican boy out of the pool. Both of our erect penises looked like small lances protruding from our crotches. Laying a large beach towel on the concrete decking, I laid Miguel on his back as I happily returned the earlier favor of a blow job. After Miguel blew his load, I placed his slender legs over my shoulders and began to greedily sodomize my young beach friend. Again, I don't think that this was the first time that Miguel had been butt-fucked. My 5" cock slid in and out easily, and I anally fucked Miguel with wild abandon. "Si-si-si-si" Miguel uttered as I pounded him with my hungry 13-year-old cock. Suddenly, the sliding glass door opened. It was Uncle Dave. Seeing the handsome, muscular grown man, Miguel beckoned for Uncle Dave to join us. My penis was well up into Miguel's rectum at the time. Uncle Dave turned around, and returned inside the bungalow. He later confided that he was very aware of Mexico's laws regarding such things, and wisely decided that he didn't want to spend 20 years in a Mexican prison. Miguel and I continued to have sex for maybe another hour before Miguel decided to leave for wherever his home was. I kissed Miguel as he retrieved his towel and put his red Speedos back on. Suddenly, I remembered some of my Spanish from school: "Cuantos anos tiene?" I asked Miguel his age. I was surprised by his response: "Once' anos." Miguel was only 11-years-old. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Rather than going into Rosarito, Uncle Dave had driven up to San Diego, and had returned with a bevy of sex toys. That night I was tied to the bed for the first time. Face up, Uncle Dave did a thorough job of sucking my cock and exploring my young, nearly-hairless, naked body with his tongue and hands. Particular attention was given to my blonde pubic area and ball sack, which Uncle Dave caressed lovingly. Face down, Uncle Dave fucked my round ass as if he were drilling for oil. I had been sexually active for only three days, but I quickly realized that I particularly enjoyed anal sex, and had taken it from Uncle Dave, and given it to little Miguel. Uncle Dave used a variety of dildos and vibrators to stick in my mouth or penetrate my active anus in the ensuing days. He had even fastened clamps to my nipples during out sex play. I would not deny anything to Uncle Dave during out five-day trip. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> At only 13-year-old, my libido was limitless. I fucked Miguel by day, and was fucked by Uncle Dave at night. My young cock seemed to rally time and time again in only a matter of moments. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Sadly, it was finally time to go. I have to admit that my anus was more than a little sore during the long drive back to the San Fernando Valley. Mom was happy to see me, and remarked that I looked bigger and stronger following the trip. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As the summer was concluding, I prepared myself for my freshman year of high school. I knew my mother suspected that I was gay, and I was sick and tired of pretending otherwise. Finally, one night I confessed my deep-seeded secret. Naturally, I didn't throw Uncle Dave under the bus. There were some tears before my mother said that she loved me. I assured her that my gayness had nothing to do with my dad's death. I had always known that I was gay. Mom smiled and kissed me. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I confided to some of my female school friends that I was now out of the closet. None seemed very surprised. To help to protect me, the girls of my high school put out the word that if anyone hassled or threatened me about being gay, they would guarantee that the boy would graduate as a virgin! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I later began a quiet relationship with a pretty sophomore boy. I took things much more slowly with Brad than I had with Uncle Dave or Miguel. We didn't even kiss until the our third date. Uncle Dave and I would never have the opportunity make love again. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End. Please support this great site.