Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2007 23:27:00 -0400
From: Christian Gartrip <christianxgartrip@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle G

Uncle G

By: Christian Xavier Gartrip

(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)


It was 1982, just a few months past my fifteenth birthday, when my parents
announced that they had bought a family camper.  Being a selfish little
SOB, my only reaction was "Oh great, Dad blew my 'first car' money on a
goddamn tent-on-wheels."  Of course my father was a no-nonsense kind of Dad
(with a bit of a temper), so I just kept my mouth shut and prayed that
maybe my grandmother would cough up the money for the red MGB that I had
been praying for when I turned sixteen.  (She didn't, but that's another
story.)

At fifteen, I was certainly more of a city boy who saw little value in the
idea of experiencing the "great outdoors."  Fortunately, the camper we
bought came with a membership in a family camping club, which opened up a
few possibilities for making new friends.  More importantly, the club's
concept kept the parents at bay around the campfire while the kids ran wild
in the woods, by the lake, or on the side of a mountain.  Every month (ten
months out of the year) the club would meet at a different North or South
Carolina State Park for a weekend of fun, games, and burned marshmallows.
All in all, it wasn't THAT horrible a lifestyle for a snotty suburban
teenager.

It didn't take long for me to find a best friend and then fall in love with
him.  His name was Greg, and he was my first real sex partner.  I had had a
few "experiences" in grade school of the "let's play doctor" variety, but
nothing really repetitive, and certainly nothing that involved real
emotions.  Greg was six months older than I, and one grade ahead of me, but
we hit it off immediately and were "bestest friends" (as he would often
say), for years to come.

After a few months of palling around the Carolina countryside, Greg invited
me to spend the weekend at his family's farmhouse about an hour south of my
hometown.  On my first night at his home, Greg and I climbed into his
double bed and did what all teenagers do when the lights go down: we talked
for hours.  For me, the talking was just a way to stay awake and to enjoy
the experience of lying next to him in the dark with the hope that he might
be interested in fooling around under the sheets.  Apparently, Greg felt
the same way.

A couple of hours of mindless teenage conversation later, and Greg had
managed to place his hand against the outside of the crotch area of my
tighty-whiteys.  This was the "signal" I'd been waiting for, so I let him
know that this gesture was okay by tucking my fingertips behind the elastic
waistband, just under his navel, of his white briefs.  It didn't take long,
a few seconds maybe, for my young cock to spring to life and press back
against his hand.

"Do you jack off a lot?" Greg inquired in a serious whisper.

"Uh, haha, why?  Do you?"  No one had ever asked me that, so I had no idea
what the answer was supposed to be, but looking back... yeah, I jacked off
a lot!

"Yeah, it feels good.  It's hard all the time, so jackin' it is the best
way to cool off.  Wanna do it together?"

I don't know," I said fearfully, "seems a little weird.  I'm not a faggot
or anything."

"Oh, well, me neither.  Two friends jackin' off isn't homo stuff.  It's
just what some guys do."

"You do this with all your friends?"

"God NO!  Never mind."

"No, it's okay."  I did not want to blow my one and only shot at seeing his
dick.  "We can do it.  We just can't tell anyone."

"Sure.  Our secret," he promised.

Greg's cock was hard now, and the head of his meat was pushing against my
fingertip.  It was wet and sticky, and felt weird.  It was precum, but I
didn't know that because my own cock never really leaked prior to cumming.
I just assumed he'd already shot a load and was ready to go again.

"Well, you've already cum."

"Naw.  That's just precum.  Some guys leak out a little before they get
started.  It makes jackin' off a little easier."

"Oh," I said, thinking I was somehow defective.

Greg kicked off the sheets and lifted his hips off of the bed and lowered
his jockey shorts down to his thighs.  His hard dripping dick bounced out
and he grabbed it with his fist.  I really wanted to do it for him.
Patience I thought... patience.

I rolled over onto my back and lowered my briefs, and feeling a little
bold, slid them all the way down to my ankles and then dropped them onto
the floor with my foot.  Greg took the hint, and followed suit.  So there I
was, butt naked with my hard cock pointing straight up, and right next to
me, my new best friend looking pretty much the same.  Wow, what a head
rush!

Greg reached into the top drawer of his bedside table and grabbed a bottle
of hand lotion and squirted a blob of it onto his hard slender cock.

"Want some?"

I did, so I let go of my cock and started to reach for the lotion, but Greg
just reached over and squeezed some onto my hard dick.  I nodded a 'thank
you' and went back to work jerking my stick.  I had a hard time keeping my
eyes on my own cock.  Instead, I watched Greg slowly rub his dick with the
newly added grease.  He bent his legs and spread them out across the bed.
He was so comfortable, I thought.  It seemed so natural to him.  He caught
me looking at his package, which embarrassed me, and made me turn my head
quickly to my own crotch.

"Dang, you've got a really nice dick, Chris.  Big dicked Chris!"

Truth be told, it's not THAT big.  It's about 6 inches and thick, but his
was a little shorter and much thinner... like a hot dog wiener.
Regardless, it was hot just lying there whacking my cock with another guy
for the first time.  To me, it just felt "right."  Of course, what I really
wanted was to suck his hard little wiener, but that was a line I didn't
think he'd let me cross.  He had a girlfriend, and I got the distinct
impression that she probably had sole access to that pretty little cock of
his.

For the next few minutes, Greg and I whacked on our young peckers as we
stared across the mattress at the action going on between each other's
legs.  Greg didn't take long to blow his load all over his stomach.  He
arched his back and aimed his crotch at his chest and grabbed my thigh with
his left hand, sending a chill through my entire leg.  It was hot watching
another guy orgasm; so hot, in fact, that I lost momentum when I found
myself mesmerized at the sight of him tightening up every muscle in his
lean body and shooting his stringy cum all over his chest and belly.  He
collapsed back onto the bed, his body heaving from his quick, but powerful
jerk.

"Damn, I needed that one.  Come on, Chris... get it going!"

I refocused my attention and picked up the pace again, thinking about the
mind-blowing scene I'd just witnessed of another boy's cock blowing spunk
all over his body.  It gave me a raging hard on.  The lotion he'd given me
was starting to dry up, and I motioned for Greg to hand me the bottle.

"Use this."  Greg had scooped up a big handful of his own cum and slathered
it all over my cock.  "Feels good, huh?"  I'll say!  Holy shit, I had
another man's hand on my cock, rubbing his own cum into my flesh!
Hot. Hot. Hot.

I took over my cock again and rubbed his sticky jizz all over my dick,
letting some of it ooze out between my fingers.  Then Greg reached down and
grabbed my ball sac and lightly squeezed my nuts.  Holy Shit that felt
good.  Damn.

"Here, let me do it.  It's fun.  You'll see."

Greg grabbed some more of his cum from his chest and got up onto his knees,
leaning over my groin.  He took my cock into his hand and gave it several
long tight strokes.  My whole body quivered and shook as he brought me
closer and closer to the edge of sanity.  I placed my hand, almost without
thinking, onto his butt and rubbed his ass to the rhythm of his hand on my
cock.  He didn't seem to mind, but then, looking back, how could he?  I
mean he WAS playing with my dick, so I doubt he thought much about having
his butt cheek massaged in the process.  But it made me very nervous, and I
was careful to watch for a sign that I'd crossed a line or something.  He
clearly liked the butt-play, or maybe he just liked having my cock in his
hand, because I noticed that his dick has sprung back to life and was
bouncing up and down as he whacked my rod.

Damn, you're hard AGAIN, Greg!"

"Yeah... this is kind of hot.  Grab it and jerk me, too."

Hell Yeah, I thought, give me that cock!  I let go of his ass and took hold
of his thin hard pole.  Wow, my first cock.

"Hold on, we need more lotion."  Greg squirted more hand lotion onto both
of our cocks and then stretched out on the bed next to me, in the opposite
direction so that we could play with each other's meat.

His wet dick was just inches from my face, and mine from his.  We slowed
down a bit and really settled in for a nice long jerk off session. Damn, I
really wanted to kiss, lick, and suck Greg's cock.  It took everything I
had to resist opening my mouth and sucking it in.  I'd never sucked another
man's dick before, and this was almost more than I could take.
Fortunately, I was getting really close to orgasm, and Greg wasn't too far
behind.

Suddenly, and almost out of nowhere, my whole body tensed up, my hips
quivered violently, and then my dick shot its heaviest load of cum ever.  I
looked down just in time to see it land all over Greg's cheek, lips, and
chin.  He really didn't seem to mind... or even notice.  In spite of my
spasms, I kept up the pace on Greg's dick, whacking it as hard and as fast
as I could.  I really wanted him to come again, and this time I wanted it
all over me.  His legs went stiff and his load blew hard out of his cock
and onto my mouth.  I opened my lips slightly and sucked in the salty
goodness, savoring it on my tongue.  If he noticed, he didn't seem to care.
It was my first taste of someone else's cum, and I was hooked for life!

As we grew older, Greg and I moved from being mutual jack off buddies to
being teen lovers.  A few weekends later, Greg convinced me to let him suck
me off, which in turn, gave me permission to enjoy the same, leading to my
near clinical addiction to cock and jizz.

The downside of the relationship, however, was Greg's apparent bisexuality.
Nothing wrong with bisexuality, but Greg never even admitted to that.  When
I brought up the topic of being gay, Greg denied being anything but
straight and insisted that our physical relationship stemmed primarily from
his own constant "desire to cum."

Looking back, I should have recognized that Greg was in denial: a
homophobic bisexual who was perfectly comfortable with a dick in his mouth,
but scared to death to kiss another man for fear that it might make him a
"homo."  Of course, I was still in high school and not that comfortable
with the "gay thing" either, but I knew what path I wanted to follow, and I
never really indulged in the whole "girlfriend-as-cover" thing.

During my senior year, I took a trip to Greg's college to spend the weekend
and to see if his particular school might be right for me.  I arrived on
Thursday night, spent Friday sitting quietly through a four hour physics
lab, and the rest of the weekend chugging beer in his frat house.  On
Sunday morning, after a heavy night of drinking, I woke up with Greg's head
nestled between my legs and my rock hard cock buried deep in his throat.
It felt great, but I really had to piss, so I excused myself just long
enough to empty my bladder.  When I returned, Greg and I took our favorite
position, sixty-nine, and slowly sucked each other's cocks to orgasm,
swallowing every drop of cum, as had become our custom.  I left a few hours
later, just as his roommate arrived from a weekend trip home.

I didn't know it then, but that was the last time I'd ever have sex with
Greg.  A few months later, I received word that I'd won a scholarship to
another (and better) university.  Greg felt betrayed, and our friendship
began to deteriorate.  I saw him on occasion over the next couple of years,
but we never had sex again (which confused me).  In college, I came out
with a vengeance and grew quite comfortable with my sexuality.

Greg graduated, went to work for a chemistry lab, and married his college
"sweetheart."  By then we'd completely drifted apart.  I wasn't even
invited to his wedding.  I did, however, manage to get an invitation to his
younger brother's wedding a few years later.  We spoke at the reception,
but he was noticeably uncomfortable.  In fact, his wife seemed even more
uncomfortable than Greg, and she did her best to keep us from spending any
time alone together.  What did she know?!?  When it came time to leave the
church, it wasn't Greg, but his dad, Greg Sr., who walked me to my car and
thanked me for coming.

What made all of this so odd was the role that Greg Sr. had played in my
life a decade or so before.  That was the part of the story I left out, so
I guess that's where we should go now.

Greg Sr. was a tall thin quiet man with a serious nature and a reluctant
smile.  He was never mean or unfair, but he was intimidating and a bit
distant with his sons' friends, especially me.  My father, on the other
hand was much more approachable.  He was gregarious and was always trying
to "entertain" the kids.  Greg Sr. just left us alone.  I was typically
insecure for a gay teenager, so I just assumed he didn't like me very much.
Greg told me that my fears were odd and unwarranted, but I think he
understood.  The only consolation was Greg Sr.'s dislike of the expression
"Mr. So-and-So," so he insisted that all of his sons' friends call him
"Uncle G."  I guess he sensed the fear we had of him, so the moniker was
his way of trying to soften his image a bit.

As Greg and I spent our high school years sucking each other's young cocks
in the middle of the night at various campgrounds around the Carolinas,
Uncle G sat quietly by the campfire with the other adults drinking coffee
and engaging in boring grown-up chitchat.  He did, however, make his
presence known on occasion, which always intrigued me.

Uncle G was an early riser, like I was, so it wasn't uncommon to run into
him at the bathhouse during our camping weekends.  At first, I didn't
really pay much attention.  After all, I was only a teenager, and Uncle G
was a man well over forty... hardly the object of a young boy's fantasies.

During the summer prior to my senior year, the club took a weekend trip to
an older riverside campground in western North Carolina.  It hadn't been
"modernized" by the standards of the early 1980's, but I was still a little
surprised to discover that the men's shower room was exactly that... one
big shower room.  It reminded me of the showers we had in my junior high
school gym class, where privacy was nonexistent.

I awoke at about 6am, typically restless, but feeling oddly grown up.  Greg
and I had spent the first night in his new tent, a graduation gift from his
grandparents.  To "celebrate" Greg's commencement, I brought a stolen
bottle of KY lubricant, which I hoped to use when I offered up my ass to
him as my own way of saying "congratulations."  The gesture had worked, and
Greg and I had spent the midnight hours exploring the wondrous world of
butt fucking... homo style.

I walked into the empty bathhouse, and the tingling sensation in my ass and
the sticky mix of lube and cum that had dried in my crack sent me straight
to the shit can.  While I was sitting on the john, I heard someone else
walk by and hit the shower room.  I assumed it was Uncle G.  I was a little
embarrassed to be on the toilet, squeezing out his son's spunk when he
walked in, but then again, how was he to know?

I assumed that the bath water would be a bit cold, and that Uncle G would
rush through his shower, so I waited a few minutes so that I would be alone
again.  When I walked into the showers, the steam was as thick as London
fog, and Greg's Dad was lathered up and having the time of his life.

Having been wrong about the water, I crept over to the corner and tried to
ignore Uncle G as much as I could.  He made that gesture more difficult by
engaging in an unusual act of conversation, something he'd generally
avoided in the past.

"So how's Greg's new tent?"

"Huh?  Oh, great... really great.  Beats a travel trailer."

Yeah, he was really excited about bringing it up here.  You guys have fun
last night?"

"Uh huh.  You know, ghost stories and stuff."

The shower talk went on for a few minutes, which frustrated me.  I really
wanted to squat down and soap up my ass, but I didn't dare try that move
with Greg's daddy standing near by.  So instead, I turned around and faced
him and slowly reached around and rubbed the bar of soap gently between my
cheeks.  When I did, I found myself facing him and was surprised to find
him facing me.  I'd seen Uncle G in the bathhouse before (as I said, we
were usually the first two to awake), but I'd never showered with him.
Come to think of it, I'd never showered with ANY grown man before, not even
my own father.

For the first time, I got a nice long look at a man's body... a real man's
naked body.  He was a little taller that his son, about 5'11", maybe 6 ft.
He was still thinner than most men his age, but he had the makings of a
man's gut, which seemed oddly masculine and sexy to a skinny kid like me.
His shoulders were broad, and he had a thin coat of brown hair all over his
torso.  His dick was thin, like Greg's but it seemed longer and veiny.  The
head of his cock was covered in a sheath of skin, and a dark purple head
peered out from underneath.  I thought to myself that this was what "uncut"
looked like.  Greg was cut, but he had never mentioned that his father
wasn't.  I wanted a closer look, but that was out of the question.

I sensed a boner coming on, which was so odd knowing that it was caused by
a man old enough to be my father.  It scared the hell out of me, so I
turned around, quickly rinsed, and then turned off the water.  I wrapped
the towel around my waist and headed for the old wooden benches near the
toilets.  I tried to towel off and get dressed before Uncle G came out of
the showers, but when I was trying to pull on my underpants, I noticed him
coming toward me.

When I looked up I saw Uncle G, naked, with a white towel draped around his
neck.  He was dripping wet and standing just a foot or two away from me.
He pulled the towel over his head to soak up the water from his hair.  His
long thin uncut dick was hanging right in front of my face.  I stared at it
as if it were a cobra, hypnotizing me.  I didn't worry because Uncle G had
his head covered.  I wanted to touch it, to suck it, and to slip my tongue
under his enticing foreskin.  I also wanted to hit the toilet and whack off
my cock, which was suddenly hard as a rock.  Shit, I thought.  I'm only 17.
He's some guy's dad for God's sake.  Gross!

"So what do you boys have planned for today?" he asked as he toweled off
his ball sac.

"Maybe a hike or some canoeing, I guess.  We're open to suggestions."

"The canoes sound fun.  There's an old swimming hole on the other side of
the park.  Rope swings... the works.  You boys should check it out."

"Yeah, thanks.  See you at breakfast Uncle G."  I split as fast as I could
and hit the tent.  Greg was stirring a bit.  I reached into his sleeping
bag and pulled on his cock.  It was still a little sticky from the fucking
he gave me the night before, but it was half hard and dripping a little
precum.  I rubbed it to a full erection, which woke him and brought a
frustrated smile to his face.

"What time is it?"

"A little past seven.  Want me to suck you off?" I whispered as I stroked
his dick.

"Someone might see or hear us."

"I need to cum, Greg.  Let's jack off."

"Later.  I gotta piss."

Greg jumped up and left the tent.  I heard him go to his parent's camper,
which meant he would get his shower kit and towel.  Greg took long showers,
so I knew he'd be a while.  I took my pants off and placed my towel across
my chest and stretched out across the sleeping bags.  My cock was still
hard, with no sign of deflating.  I grabbed a small dab of KY and settled
in for a slow jerk off session.  While I stroked my cock, I tried to think
about the nice butt fucking I'd gotten the night before, my first ever.  As
I did, my mind kept drifting back to my morning shower.  Images of Greg's
Dad bent over my naked body playing with my balls while I sucked his cock
and jerked off kept flooding my head.  I tried to fight it off because it
just didn't seem right, but after a few minutes, I just gave up the fight
and let my mind wander.  As soon as I embraced the image fully, my cock
exploded, and a huge load of jizz splattered all over the towel.  I
suddenly felt a horrible rush of shame.  I rolled up the towel, stuffed it
into my sleeping bag, then got dressed and hit the morning campfire in
search of coffee.

The rest of the weekend played out much the same way.  Greg gave my ass
another good (but quick) pounding that night, and Uncle G gave me a nice
(if unintended) show the next morning.  All in all, it was a great weekend,
and a great way to kick off the summer camping season.

Instead of rehashing the next couple months, let me just say that things
progressed in much the same way.  Greg, who still refused to kiss me before
or after our regularly scheduled blowjobs and ass fuckings (me always on
the bottom of course), was busy preparing for his first year of college.  I
was excited for him and a little jealous.  I also noticed that our sex life
seemed more and more mechanical.  He had a steady girlfriend that summer as
well, but he did a very good job of keeping that part of his life
"compartmentalized."

But as the summer progressed and the fall camping season started (we had a
near clinical obsession with autumn leaves), I found myself spending more
and more time dreaming about what I came to call "shower time" with Uncle
G.  I wasn't lucky enough to find another open shower room at any of the
campgrounds we visited that year, but I never missed an opportunity to
strip naked in front of my friend's Dad at 6am on a Saturday or Sunday
while the rest of the club slept.  For his part, Uncle G never seemed to be
aware of my curiosities.

He showed up every time I was there and always seemed wonderfully carefree
about parading around in his towel.  Some mornings (depending on the set
up) he would stand in front of the sink cabinet and carefully shave his
handsome face as his freshly washed dick dangled openly against the
porcelain structure.  And some mornings he would straddle the teak bench
and clip his fingernails, letting his long cock lay casually across the
wooden surface.

This shared ritual of predawn showers became my favorite part of the
weekend.  When winter came, the camping trips stopped, and I went for
months without seeing him.  Greg was off at college, and I was spending a
lot of free time filling out applications and studying for the SAT.  It was
a very long winter.

As I mentioned earlier, Greg had hoped we would attend the same college,
but in the spring of my senior year I accepted a scholarship at another
university.  Greg was furious.  He'd already registered us for a room
together in the dorm and had planned to recommend me for membership in his
fraternity.  He felt completely betrayed.

I, on the other hand, felt relief.  The school I'd chosen was in another
state and had a reputation for being gay-friendly, so I was excited about
the possibilities.  More importantly, Greg had grown distant even before
he'd stopped the sexual part of our relationship.  Clearly, he still valued
our friendship, but he seemed more and more committed to his girlfriend.  I
wanted more than just a monthly blow job.

That summer Greg took a 6-week trip to Europe as part of a summer art
history seminar, and I was left to fend for myself on the June camping
trip.  He was still mad, so I figured it was probably better this way, but
the kids were younger or female, so I spent most of my time with the grown
ups.  Of course, I still had the morning showers to look forward to... and
Uncle G.

When my family pulled into the campground, I spotted Greg's tent, already
set up in a clearing near the edge of the woods.  Uncle G's family camper
was nearby.  My father pulled into our designated site, and I jumped out of
the truck and instinctively looked around for Greg.  Uncle G was standing
in front of their travel trailer, and he waved at us as I stretched my
legs.

"I thought you might like to use Greg's tent.  I'm sure he won't mind."
Greg's dad was still unaware of our feud over my choice of colleges.

"Wow.  That'd be great.  I wasn't really looking forward to sleeping in the
trailer.  Dad snores, you know."

"Yeah, we ALL know."  We both laughed and walked toward the tent in the
clearing.

"I set it up over here, so you'd have your own space.  I hope that's okay?"

"It's great.  Thanks a lot.  I'll grab my sleeping bag and stuff after we
set up."

"Well, it's all yours... so have fun with it."  Uncle G then walked away to
help my dad.

"Oh, congrats on graduating.  All grown up now, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Later that night, after dinner (burgers, as I recall), the kids set out for
the playground, the adults gathered around the fire, and I curled up on a
nearby picnic table with a book.  I kept my eye on the fire and
occasionally caught Uncle G looking over in my direction.  I figured that
he felt sorry for me, half way between the screaming kids and the somber
grown ups.  Watching him reminded me of what I liked most about these
trips, the shower scene.  Fearing that I might oversleep, I said goodnight
and sealed myself in the tent.  My towel and shower kit sat ready next to
my pillow.

I awoke prior to daybreak and looked at my watch.  It was 5:55am and I had
a full hard on.  I climbed out of the sleeping bag, slipped quietly out of
tent, and crept to the bathhouse.  This particular campground was one we'd
never visited, so I had intentionally avoided the shower area the night
before, opting to piss in the woods instead.  I guess I didn't want to be
disappointed.  I know, it's kind of silly now, but I was only 18 at the
time, and I wanted to be surprised.

The bathhouse smelled like bleach when I walked in, which always reminds me
of the locker room at the YMCA.  I looked around: 4 toilets stalls, 2
urinals, a large mirror mounted over a cabinet holding 6 sinks, a hallway
leading to the shower area around the corner.  I followed the path and
found 4 shower stalls.  Tile walls separated each stall, and each one had a
vinyl curtain for privacy.  Damn.  On the other hand though, the stalls had
no private dressing area, and in the center of the room was a standard faux
teak bench... a nice consolation.

Looking back, the thought and energy I put into seeing Uncle G naked every
morning was a little ridiculous.  What was I expecting anyway?  Kids tend
to overreact to all sorts of stimuli, so I suppose that this behavior was
natural to a point.  But I feel certain that if an outsider had been
watching me, I would have been rushed off to the nearest shrink for a
thorough assessment.

I stripped off all of my clothes and draped my towel around my neck and
then turned on the hot water in one of the stalls.  I wanted the area to
fill up with steam, so I left the curtain open then walked back to the
urinals.  I then positioned myself in front of the urinal and took a nice
long piss.  When I was done, I just stood there, naked, with my hand on the
flushing mechanism.  I was frozen, just waiting for Uncle G to walk in so I
could flush my morning piss.

A few minutes later he walked in, right on cue.  As soon as I saw his
shadow, I flushed the urinal and backed away from the wall, shaking my dick
of excess piss.

"Morning, Uncle G.  You slept late," I said, half joking.

"Nah, just took a nice slow stroll up the hill.  I love to walk as the
sun's coming up."

He walked past me, clearly aware of where the showers were.  I followed him
closely, but not too close.

"Someone already here?"

"Oh, no.  I turned on the water to warm it up.  It's just us."

At this point, I didn't really have anything else to do but slip into the
shower.  I fiddled a bit and fumbled with my towel before finally tossing
it on the bench.  By then, Uncle G had kicked off his shoes and stepped out
of his shorts, leaving him naked except for his t-shirt.  I stole a quick
glance at his dick, still a little firm from his morning hard on and
looking plump as it hung between his legs.  He reached down and tugged at
the foreskin before removing his shirt.

"So how was the tent?  Not too lonely out there I hope?"  Good, small talk,
this gave me an excuse to hang around for a few more seconds.

 "No, it was great.  I slept like a baby."

"Good for you."

We stepped into our separate shower stalls and spent the next few minutes
bathing as we always do.  I stayed in until I heard him pull back his
curtain.  When he did, I kept the water running for a few more seconds and
then joined him in the common area.  When I stepped out, he tossed me my
towel from the bench.  He had one leg extended and was rubbing the water
from the crack of his round ass.  His dick was bright red from the hot
water, and it hung freely between his legs.  He made no attempt to cover it
up.  Clearly, he was very comfortable being naked around me.  Was he always
like this, I wondered?  Greg never really talked about his dad very much,
but if his dad was an exhibitionist at home, I think Greg would have
mentioned it at some point.

I propped my leg on the bench and toweled the water from my groin.  Then
Uncle G did something that I'd never seen him do before.  He grabbed his
long dick in his hand, pointing it my direction, and pulled back the
foreskin, exposing the bright purple head of his cock.  He reached down for
his towel, and with the corner of it, he dried away the moisture from the
tip.  He took his time and paid no attention to me as he did it.  Wow.
That was hot.  I felt my cock getting firm.  Not hard, just firm.  It
lengthened a bit, which made me proud, but it wasn't noticeably erect.  I
chose not to cover it up.  Instead, I just spread my legs, stood straight
up, and draped the towel over my head to dry off my hair.  I couldn't tell
if he was looking at it of course, but I was feeling really bold, so I took
my time, hoping he might catch a glimpse of the semi-hard meat his son had
been chewing on for the last few years.

When I pulled the towel off of my head Uncle G was standing in front of me
with a smile on his face.

"Feel better," he said.

"Always!"

"Guess I'd better shave and get the hell out of here.  Someone's got to
make the coffee."

He draped his towel over his shoulder and scooped up his shaving kit and
walked away to the sinks.  While he shaved I dressed in the clothes I'd
brought in with me and then followed him to the sinks.  While his did the
naked shaving routine that I'd come to love, I stood next to him brushing
my teeth and combing my hair.  After doing everything I could think of to
do, I excused myself and returned to my tent.

The morning's experience gave me a nice piece of wood, so I stretched out
on the sleeping bag for a quick session with my hand, but I knew that I
would end up with both a mess of cum to clean up and a fresh dose of guilt.
So instead, I just curled up with the pillows and drifted off to sleep.  I
woke up at 8:30, still an hour or so before anyone else, to the smell
coffee and bacon.

I joined Uncle G at the makeshift coffee station and breakfast bar that the
dads had set up the night before and poured a large mug of java for myself.

"I gotta got go down the mountain after lunch and pick up a few bags of
charcoal.  You wanna ride along?"

"Uh, sure.  I mean I don't really have anything else to do today.  I've got
a book to finish, but it can wait."  DAMN, this was exciting.  We wouldn't
be naked of course, but I loved the idea of spending some time with Uncle
G.  He probably missed Greg, so I guessed that he saw me as a substitute
helpmate for the day.  "Why don't we have charcoal?"

"Well it was my turn to bring it, and I left it in the garage, so I've got
to go buy some more."  Saturday was always "steak night" on these weekends.
Every family brought their own steaks, but every month a different family
provided the charcoal for everyone.

At 1:15 that afternoon, most of the club members headed out for a hike, and
I joined Uncle G in his truck to head down the mountain for charcoal.
After 10 minutes of silence, he reached under the front seat and pulled out
a large manila envelope.

"This is for you, he tossed it onto the seat between us.

I opened the envelope and felt the sudden need to throw myself out of the
speeding truck.  In the envelope was an 8 x 10 inch photo of Greg and me.
Greg was stretched out on the top of a picnic table with his pants around
his ankles, and I was squatted in front of him, sucking his dick and
jacking off onto the grass.  I remembered it immediately.  It was last
summer.  We had wandered off one afternoon before "steak night."  Feeling
horny, we took advantage of the abandoned picnic area on the other side of
the campground to do the "outside" sex thing that Greg really wanted to
try.  It took less than 15 minutes, but it was enough time for Uncle G to
snap a picture from behind a tree.  I assumed he'd either been there first
or maybe followed us to see if we were smoking pot or drinking.

"Shit."  What else was I supposed to say?

"Yeah.  That's what I'm thinking.  You boys been doing this kind of stuff
for a while, haven't you?"

"Not really.  A lot of guys our age do this I guess."

"Don't lie to me son.  I'm not in the mood for that right now.  You've got
2 choices."

"What are they?"  I figured one involved prison, and the other one had
something to do with me running away from home.

"You can show that picture to your dad (that would be the running away
option), or you can do for me, what you seem to be so good at doing for my
son."

"HUH?"

Uncle G smiled at me, "I like a good blow job just as much as the next guy.
You're 18, and you're clearly a faggot who has a taste for cock, so I
figure you can service my dick just like you do Greg's.  You might as well,
you spend enough time looking at mine in the showers every morning."

"That sounds like blackmail."

"It sounds like a good deal.  I don't think your daddy will be too happy to
know his son sucks cock on the weekend.  I don't think you've got much of a
choice."

"So I'm supposed to do this in the shower tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, that'll do too, but I'm not willing to wait that long."  Uncle G
pulled off onto a back road and started driving into the forest.  We drove
a couple of miles and pulled off into a clearing.  There was no sign of
anyone else around.  He didn't say much as he unzipped his jeans and pushed
them down around his thighs.  He looked at me, smiling again, and pointed
to his hard cock.

"Common Chris, let's get going.  We don't have all day."

He leaned toward me and put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my
head into his lap.  Instinctively, I opened my mouth as it approached his
crotch.  His cock slid onto my tongue and down my throat.  The near nervous
breakdown I'd had a few moments earlier seemed silly now.  I was getting
exactly what I'd wanted for months.  It was just all so surreal!

Uncle G stretched out and relaxed as I gently chewed his foreskin and
licked his long slender shaft.  He ran his fingers through my hair and then
gripped the back of my neck.  After I got him really excited, he started to
grind his hips and pump his dick into my throat, not unlike the way his own
son did it.  Genetic?  I didn't know, but I really liked it.

Just as I started to get really into things, he pulled his dick out of
mouth and sat up.

"Take off all of your clothes.  I want you to be completely naked the first
time I cum in your mouth."

"Aren't you worried someone's gonna see us?  It's broad daylight!"

"No.  We're fine.  Take off your clothes."

He leaned against the door of the car, pushed off his pants then stretched
out across the seat, almost pinning me to the other side of the cab.  He
pulled on the heavy foreskin that I found so fascinating and waited for me
to undress.  When I was completely naked, he motioned for me to sit on my
knees between his legs and suck on his dick again.

My own cock was so hard it was almost painful.  I licked my hand and
grabbed it and started to stroke it very slowly while I deep-throated
Greg's daddy's cock.  His flesh felt warm and tasted a little salty.  His
crotch sweat smelled strong as it filled my nostrils.  I started bobbing my
head up and down on his dick, letting my teeth nibble on his foreskin with
every stroke.  I looked up at him as I sucked him.  His head was titled
back against the glass, his eyes were closed, and his tongue was hanging
out of his mouth slightly.  As he got closer to cumming, he drove his dick
deeper into my young throat.

"Look at me," he said, as he got closer.  "I wanna see your face when I cum
in your mouth."  Damn, he was a kinky fucker, but it turned me on even
more.

"Do you swallow Greg's cum when you suck on his little cock?  Huh, do you?
Do you like his cum?  Do you?"

I stopped just long enough to answer his question, "yeah, I love it when he
lets me eat his cum.  He loves to shoot it in my mouth and up my ass."

"You let fuck you in the asshole?  You like that?  You like a hard dick up
your ass?"

"Hell yeah.  You wanna fuck me too?  You wanna fuck my ass old man?"

"Yeah, I'll fuck your ass one day.  I'll fuck it like it's never been
fucked.  Like a real man fucks.  Not like some teenager fucking his faggot
boyfriend.  I'll stick this cock up your ass and fuck you 'til you
scream... NOW SUCK MY COCK.... COM'N FAGGOT... SUCK IT... SUCK IT... SUCK
IT!"

As he shot his load down my throat, he leaned forward and forced my head
tightly into his sweaty groin.  He grabbed my ass cheek and squeezed it
firmly with his other hand.

"Yeah, swallow it boy, swallow it.  Yeah, you like that stuff, huh?  You
like that cum.  Just wait 'til I get this cock up your ass... You'll like
that too.  Aaaah yeah, swallow that stuff!  Yeah!"

 He collapsed back against the door, squeezing the last few drops onto my
tongue.  He smiled at me when I looked up.

"Now lean back and jack off.  I'd like to watch you jack off that fat cock.
You gotta nice cock, Chris.  Jack it off and tell me what Greg does with
that cock."

I spit into the palm of my hand, and grabbed my dick and started whacking
it for Uncle G.

"Does Greg suck your cock, Chris?"

"Yeah.  He likes to suck me off."

Does he swallow your cum, son?"

"Yeah, I stick my dick in his mouth and fuck his face with it.  He sucks it
hard and makes me cum in his mouth.  He swallows it all."

"Yeah I bet he does."

"But I like it when he fucks me, too.  He shoots his load up my ass
whenever I let him."

I whacked my hard on as fast as I could.  I wanted to shoot a big fat load
for Uncle G to show him how much of a man I was.  I was so hot that it
didn't take long.  I shot my cum all over my chest.  He seemed pleased.

He picked up my underpants from the floor of the cab and wiped the cum from
my chest and cock.  He sniffed it and grinned with a twinkle in his eye and
then tucked the briefs under the seat.

"I'll keep these for later."

"Damn.  Isn't this wrong.  We shouldn't be doing this.  You're MARRIED."

"Hey.  We will do this and no one will find out.  Not my wife, not your
daddy, not Greg.  This is just between you and me.  So don't worry about
it."

"Okay.  But you found out about me and Greg."

"Yeah, but I was LOOKING to find out.  I kind of knew.  I'd figure it out.
I was walking around the house one night, unable to sleep, and I heard you
two gettin' it on in Greg's bedroom.  I crept up to the door and noticed it
was cracked, so I looked in and saw you two sucking each other off.  I've
been thinking about that for months.  I figured I'd have my chance one day.
Last summer I was snapping pictures out in the woods, and I saw you two
walking away from camp, so I followed you and snapped a picture.  I didn't
hang around too long 'cause I didn't want Greg to see me.  I got what I
needed and left.  And here we are."

"Here we are?"

"Greg's off at college, and I got a young cocksucker all of my own.  You're
mine."

"Great," I said, with just a bit of teenage sarcasm.

"It'll be fun.  You clearly need a man, a real man.  Fortunately, I happen
to be the first one to figure that out.  Besides, you don't really have
much of a choice.  Do you?"

"I guess not."

"Get dressed.  We need to get back."

"What about the charcoal?"

"It's in the back, under the blankets.  I didn't forget it, I just needed
an excuse to get you in the truck."

We headed back to the campground and spent the rest of the day doing what
we normally do: I read books, and he hung out with the grown ups.  I spent
the early part of the evening at the campfire, then excused myself just
after 10pm and hit the tent.  I wanted a lot of rest so as not to
oversleep.

The next morning I hit the john at 5:30am, took a dump, and then headed
toward the shower.  I was the first to arrive, so I turned on two showers
to steam up the back room.  I jumped in one and cleaned up my ass then
climbed out, sat on the bench, draped a towel over my leg, and then
breathed in the steam as I waited for Uncle G.  It didn't take long; he was
right on time.

Uncle G walked in wearing a navy cotton robe, untied to reveal his bare
crotch and the semi-hard uncut cock he'd "forced" me to suck the day
before.  His middle-aged spread protruded proudly below his thin hairy
chest.  He was carrying his bath kit and a large white towel.

"We alone?"

"Yes, Uncle G.  It's just us."

"Who's in the showers?" he said somewhat suspiciously as he peered into the
steamy empty stalls.

"It was a little chilly in here, so I turned them on to warm things up."

"Pick one, and get in.  Let's make this fast."

I climbed into the shower and Uncle G followed quickly behind me with his
bag tucked under his arm.  He adjusted the water so that it splashed
against the wall of the stall instead of on us.  He grabbed his cock and
shot a fat load of piss into the drain in the center of the shower, letting
out a heavy sigh as the space began to smell of urine.

"That feels better.  Now get down on your knees and suck on my dick.  Just
know that I'm gonna fuck your ass in a few minutes just like Greg does, so
you might want to take this and start working it into your butt so it
doesn't hurt too much."

He pulled a small bottle of olive oil out of his bag that he'd swiped from
the cabinet of his travel trailer.  Oddly, I was as anxious to bend over
for him as he was, so I popped open the bottle and coated my hand with the
spicy oil and shoved my index finger up my freshly scrubbed ass.  After a
few seconds I followed it with a second finger then went to work on his
cock.

Uncle G leaned against another wall in the stall and spread his legs a bit.
He pushed his hard cock into my young mouth and then grabbed the back of my
neck and pulled my head forward, sending his long skinny dick deep into my
throat.

"Aaah.  Damn, that feels good.  Yeaaah.  For a kid, you're pretty good at
this.  Oooh, yeah, aaah.  How's that ass?  Get it good and greasy for
me... I want to fuck you like Greg does.  Aaaah, careful, not too
much.... I don't wanna cum yet.  Good, oh yeah, that's good."

I tightened my hold on his cock and really tried to suck the foreskin right
off the head of his shaft.  I loved how his cockhead felt on my tongue.
The foreskin made the whole experience feel hotter... and dirtier.  Of
course, the fact that he was my best friend's dad probably didn't hurt
either.  As I continued to stretch out my asshole, I felt my own cock begin
to harden in anticipation of the fucking it was about to receive.

"Okay.  That's good enough... now stand up."  He turned my young body
toward the wall of the shower that held the showerhead and bent me at the
waist.  He poured some of the oil on his cock and then pour more on my
crack then pushed his finger into my hole.  "Oh yeah, that's a hot greasy
ass you've got.  You ready?"

"Yeah, go ahead.  Fuck me."

He put the head of his slender cock on my hole and pushed it inside.  Damn,
that thing hurt.  I wanted to scream, but I kept my mouth shut out of fear
of waking the nearby campers.  He paused slightly, letting me adjust, then
pushed it further into my rectum.  God it burned, but it felt so hot... so
good!  When his long cock was completely encased by my bowels, he grabbed
my hips and started bumping my ass quickly.

"Damn, that's tight.  Now I get it.  Now I know why Greg is so hot for your
ass.  Damn, that feels good.  You like my cock?  You like my cock fucking
your little ass?"

"Oh yeah.  God, that feels good.  Yeah, fuck me Uncle G.  Fuck me hard!"  I
meant it too.  I loved having this grown man's hard dick shoved up my ass.
It felt so sexy, so dirty, so vile.  It was sick stuff, which made my cock
even harder.  I couldn't believe we were doing this.  I couldn't believe
that my own parents were asleep on the other side of that wall.  And I
couldn't believe that Uncle G's own wife was right there, completely
oblivious to what he was doing to me.

He reached up and adjusted the showerhead so that the spray hit the spot on
my back where his crotch was pressed against my ass.  The hot liquid felt
great as it mixed with the oil on his cock and then made its way inside my
butt.  Damn.  When the water hit us, he picked up the pace and really
started pounding me with his cock.  I fell against the wall in front of me
and braced myself for the assault.  Uncle G let go of my hips and put his
hands on the metal "handicapped" bars on either side of the stall.  He then
bent his knees so that he was under me, allowing his hips to pound my hole
hard from underneath.

"Ooooh, yeah.  Taking it baby, take it.  Damn, this is soooo hot.  Yeah,
I'm gonna fill you up.  I'm gonna cum up your ass.  You want my cum up your
ass?  Huh?  You want my load?  Tell me you want my cum.  TELL ME!"

"God, yeah... blow it up my ass.  Cum inside of me... Yeah, fuck me
good... fuck me good.  Cum in me, man, cum in me!"  I could tell he was
close to popping, so I grabbed my dick and really started to pump it.  I
wanted him to fill up my ass, but I wanted to cum too, at the same time.

He pushed he dick deep in my ass one last time and then fell against by
back as his whole body shook to a violent orgasm.  He said nothing really,
but his breath was hot against my neck as he pumped his load into my gut.
Just as he slowed down, I blew my own spunk all over the wall in front of
me.  He reached down and grabbed my balls and squeezed them as I came,
milking every drop from my sac, just like Greg did.

It took a few seconds for us to recover.  He stood up and let his cock
slide slowly out of me.  He pulled me against his chest and gently kissed
the back of my neck.  It was the first time he'd actually demonstrated any
warmth toward me at all.  He wrapped his arms around me as the two of us
stood as one in the hot steamy spray of the morning shower.  I felt so safe
in his arms.  I couldn't wait for it all to begin again.  Then it was over.
He pulled away and suddenly left the shower stall.  I heard him enter the
other one to clean up.  He was whistling like men his age sometimes do.  I
felt suddenly alone, suddenly used, but oddly satisfied.

When I finally left the shower stall, he was gone.  I saw him again an hour
or so later, sitting with his wife at a picnic table enjoying his morning
coffee.  He winked at me from a distance, but made no real attempt to
interact with me again.  It was too dangerous, and anyway, it was time to
break camp and go home.

Our pattern of 6am shower sex established itself quickly.  One month later,
we were at it again.  In August, I headed off to college and said goodbye
to the family camping scene.  By then, Greg and I had lost all contact.
Uncle G sent me a note a week or so after classes started, but I figured
I'd scene the last of him as well.  This part, however, turned out not to
be the case.

In October, I received a phone call from Uncle G.  He worked for a textile
firm, and was going to be traveling through my new town the following week.
I agreed to meet him at his hotel room on Monday night.  I stayed the whole
week and commuted to class each morning.  It was fantastic, taking our
"relationship" to a whole new level.  Every few months, he'd check into a
hotel, and I'd move in for the duration to play buttboy for Greg's daddy.
He changed companies a couple of years later, and the whole thing came to a
sudden stop.

The next time I saw him was at his younger son's wedding reception, where
he walked me to my car as I left.

"How've you been," he said, as if I were some long lost neighbor's kid all
grown up (which I was, I guess).

"Fine.  Having fun in the big city.  Work's a bitch, but all in all, not
bad."

"You got a room nearby for the night, or are you planning to drive straight
home?"

"Well actually, I brought a suitcase, just in case, but I don't have a
room."

"I got an idea.  Laney (his wife) is just about ready to drop... too much
champagne, you know.  How about you get a room downtown, and I'll stop by
later after she's in bed.  I can't spend the night, but maybe we can have a
little fun.  Whatta ya say?  For old time's sake?"

"Actually... that sounds pretty good.  Yeah, it's a date."

Later that night, Uncle G spread my legs one last time and rode my ass for
almost an hour.  It was the nicest, slowest, hottest butt fucking I'd ever
had.  We both secretly thought it would be the last time we'd get
together... and it was.


(This piece is dedicated to Greg, who still has a place in my heart, and to
my Master, Paulus, who owns me completely.)

CXG