Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2004 19:05:07 -0400
From: Charles W <cbw_23@hotmail.com>
Subject: Raised in Arizona

The following story contains written depictions of sexual acts and
homosexual relationships between an adult and minor.  The story is just
that, a story and has no bearing on real life, real people or real events.
Any likeness to living or non-living people is coincidental.  The author
does not take any responsibility for or condone such acts as portrayed in
the story below.  If this type of material offends you, please, DO NOT read
on, otherwise, please enjoy and send comments.  Thank you.

Written by: B.R.
Email: kzookokopelli@yahoo.com

Chapter 1   "My New Dad"

Being thrown around from foster home to foster home wasn't easy as a kid.
I hadn't the slightest clue what real family was until I was ten.  I had
been most recently taken by the Moore family, who had two kids of their own
and I always felt like the odd one out.  The closest friend I had was a dog
that the Moore's had bought me for my birthday.  I named him Buddy.  Buddy
and I would often times go playing out in the forest behind the Moore's
house and I would pretend that he was the family dog and I created a
pretend family of my own a mom, a dad and two brothers name Mike and Todd.
I felt like the most alone kid in the world there.

Although I stayed with the Moores for four of the most memorable years of
my life, I was more than excited when I was introduced to my biological
family.  One of the Moore kids had tipped me off that for my tenth birthday
they had a surprise for me.  I was really excited because the last time
they said they had a surprise for me they gave me Buddy.  I was sitting at
the kitchen table, having just blown out my candles when I saw a man come
through the doorway.  He was tall, probably six foot, tan and he sported a
fit and hard body.  He was wearing a plaid shirt and some tight jeans with
a pseudo cowboy hat as he entered the room and everyone gathered around
him.  "Tommy, honey..."  my foster Mom said, "this is your Uncle Mark.
He's your biological Mother's brother" My jaw felt as if it dropped and it
probably did, because I had dreamed of this day for as long as I could
remember.

I remained with the Moore's for another week, while Uncle Mark went home to
get everything ready for me.  He didn't leave so soon, that day, as to not
have had a heartfelt conversation with me, though.  After my party I had
headed into my room immediately to pack for some reason I was more than
eager to go, despite the fact that I would be living with a man I hardly
knew, of course, that had been my life.  He came into my room as I had
pulled out my suitcase and sat on my bed.  "Hi Tom."  He said as he sat
there silent and a bit jittery (I could tell).  "I bet you're really
confused, huh?" he asked me and I placed myself in my lounger by the
nightstand.
          "Yeah, I guess" I said.  I wasn't much for words with people I
didn't know.
          "I want you to know that your Mom wanted you." he paused and took
a deep breath.  "She was in a very difficult spot when you were born and so
she thought it would be best for you to be adopted."
          "That's okay."  I said.  It was almost instinct for me to reply
that everything was okay, that's how I was.
          "The reason I was able to find you was because she told me about
you and where to go to find you about a year ago."  The conversation moved
slowly, but in the end I gathered that my Mom had died and before she went
she told Uncle Mark about me and he promised her he would take care of me.
He told me that there was a lot of work involved in adoption, but that
before we knew it, it would all be taken care of and I could come home with
him.

The last week that I spent at the Moores I spent thinking about my future.
I was so overjoyed and excited that I had family and that I was going back
to Arizona where I was originally from.  It took a week total for all the
paper work to be done and for Uncle Mark to take me home, but when all was
said and done, I left.  I was somewhat sad to leave the Moores because, as
isolated as I felt with them, they had been my family for the past four
years.  My sadness, though, was overridden with feelings of belonging and
inclusion with my Uncle Mark my new family.

The first while I spent in Arizona I became acquainted with the animals.
We lived on a small farm out in the middle of nowhere, where only mountains
could be seen in the distance and the nearest neighbor was two miles away.
My Uncle had a whole lot of animals.  My favorite, besides Buddy were the
horses, which I named after my imaginary brothers Mike and Todd.  I romped
around the farm playing with Buddy and the animals while my Uncle farmed
and watched me from a distance, smoking cigars on the back deck.

I took well to the hot Arizona weather, however, my pale, boyish skin
didn't and Uncle Mark had to constantly remind me to wear sun screen lotion
to keep from burning, which I did well when I forgot.  I was taken in by
the area and ventured with my Uncle into the mountains in back trails and
camp grounds.  He told me all about how people pan for gold in the area and
he had books on the legendary hidden gold that lay in the mountains behind
our house.

Uncle Mark and I became very connected very soon during my hiatus from
school.  Uncle Mark thought it would be best for me to start school in
January, as opposed to jumping right in head first when we moved.  We spent
many nights looking through photo albums and pictures of our family.
Apparently my mom and him had been the only children of Tom and Marcia
Harrold, who died several years before my Uncle Mark found me.  According
to him, the only family we had was his father's father who lived Canada
with his family and the only contact he had with him was through the
occasional newsletter that he sent to everyone in his address book.  Our
family had split during and the other family we had didn't care to contact
us, so we were basically all alone, just he and I.

The family that I hadn't known was all included in the photo albums that I
looked through with Uncle Mark, often.  He told me all about my mom (his
older sister) and how she had become pregnant with me very young in life.
"She didn't even tell anyone that she was pregnant, but instead, kept it a
secret from everyone until she passed".  I could often see tears in his
eyes as he told me the tale and stories of him and her as children playing
cowboys and Indians.  "She always made me be the Indian because she thought
that I looked like one" he said, pointing to his tan skin.

For the first few months I had to alternate between Uncle Mark's bed and
the futon in the living room because he didn't have an extra bedroom and
his project of turning the sun porch into one was being delayed by the
monsoons and wind storms.  I didn't mind it, and I usually offered to sleep
on the futon because I just felt glad to feel appreciated and included for
once in my life.

I started school that January.  I wasn't very excited because I was afraid
of not making any friends, but I didn't realize that I needn't worry at
all.  During one lunch hour on the third or fourth day of school, fate put
me in the position to meet who was to be my best friend for my whole life,
Nathan.  I was sitting at a table, pretty alone, considering that the other
fourth graders were gathered around at the opposite end of the table,
keeping to themselves, when I heard metal hitting the floor.  I turned
around to find a silver ID bracelet that read N.T.  I quickly stopped the
boy who was passing by me, assuming it was his and returned it.  "I think
you dropped this."  I said as the blond boy turned to me and met my eyes
with his.  He had a very stern look on his face and he was one of the fifth
graders who was notorious for hanging out with the school bullies.
          "Oh." was all he said at first.  He grabbed it from my hand and
immediately set his tray down on my table.  Putting it on he turned back at
me.  "Thanks, dude."  He smiled and his eyes communicated to me that he was
anything but a bully and probably the most friendly of all the boy students
around there.
          "You're welcome."  I said and turned to mind my own business.  As
that lunch hour progressed I couldn't help but look back at the back table
where he was and a couple times his eyes met mine.  I felt weird about it,
but for some reason I wanted to be friends with him.  I wanted to know him.

It absolutely delighted me when he stood up for me at a kickball game we
were having against the grades.  He put his friend in his place and told
him to leave me alone, that I was his friend.  I eventually got invited by
him to their lunch table and I went there each day and talked to him and
his friends.  I found out that they weren't bullies, they were just fifth
graders, who usually, by the law of elementary education, picked on the
younger kids.  I found out that he was Nathan and that he lived in the
city, about an hour away from me, but that didn't keep us from sprouting
our friendship and in less than three months time, he stayed the night at
my house and we roasted marshmallows with my Uncle.

Nathan and I went treasure hunting in the mountains and hiking around the
rugged terrain a lot, after I told him the legends of gold in the sand and
mountains.  We quickly became close friends and began to share our more
intimate thoughts and feelings with each other.  I guess our friendship
wasn't typical of boys that age, I mean, we did a lot of stuff together,
but a lot of times we'd sit and play cards and talk.  I really liked
talking to Nathan.  Nathan was the one who told me what he knew about sex.
He said that boys and girls had to have sex in order to make babies and
that they have to get married before they do it. "What do they do?"  I
asked him one night while we played cards and my Uncle was out tending to
the farm.
          "They kiss and stuff."  He said as he fished for what he hoped to
be a two through the ensemble of cards on the table.  "I guess they kiss
and then rub up against each other.  I know that because my sister Susan
did it with her boyfriend."  I know now that he knew just as little about
sex as I did, but he truly enjoyed being an informer, so he often made
things up in order to sound like he knew all about it.
          "So, they rub up against each other until they have a baby?"  I
asked.  I knew the concept of pregnancy and that is what I meant, but still
unaware of the whole process.
          "Yeah, well unless they use raincoats." he said with a smirk.  "I
heard my Mom and Dad talking to her about sex and they told her that if
they did it then they had to use raincoats or they could get pregnant."
Unaware of what the term meant in context, we both, collectively assumed
they were wearing ponchos or something while they rubbed up against each
other.
          "Wow.  That's weird.  I'm never gonna do that." I said.
          "Me either.  I don't even like wearing one when I go outside to
play."  he shot back.
          "Have you ever kissed a girl?" I asked him intriguingly.
          "Yeah, haven't you?" he said, in a very matter-of-fact way.
          "No." I answered honestly.  Though it may have occurred to
another boy my age to lie to save face I had never had any reason to lie in
my life before, so I didn't.  "Who did you kiss?" I asked him, leaning in
with a smile, in a very gossipy way.
          "You don't know her."  He said and first and asked me for a two
in order to change the subject.
          "Who?"  I kept it up and pulled it out of him.
          "Katie."  He said and began to tell me all about it.  "Yeah, she
came right up to me on the playground and kissed me.  She said her friend
had dared her."
          "Yuck!"  I was disgusted at the idea, as many boys my age were.
          "Yeah, and it was on the mouth."  He continued as he looked
around for any on listeners.
          "On the mouth?"  I exclaimed.  "That's gross!"  I couldn't
believe it.  He just shook his head to answer my question.  "I don't want
to kiss girls, that's nasty."  I said.
  The truth was that I really didn't.  Sure, we were at that age where boys
gossiped and claimed to have kissed girls and even one boy who claimed that
he was dating a middle school girl and that she was pregnant, but to me the
very thought of kissing a girl was sickening.  We stopped our conversation
when Uncle Mark walked in the room, but our giggling probably gave him a
vague concept of what we were talking about.

Nathan and I found ourselves spending a lot of time together, which made it
even harder for me to see him go away that upcoming summer.  He had
informed me that that summer he was going to Michigan to spend to time with
his grandparents.  I was absolutely distraught by the news, yet I didn't
show it to anyone except my Uncle Mark.  Uncle Mark caught on very soon
from my depressed demeanor and my little interest in doing anything like
play with the animals or go venturing outside, but instead, my nights were
mostly spent doing homework with my Uncle.

I hadn't been very successful in Math and my Uncle Mark was trying to set
aside some time for me to study with him, though he was spending most of
the spring helping his friend Dave with some construction job in Sedona.  I
hadn't a clue, but apparently Uncle Mark had been working that extra job in
order to make some money for us to go on a trip to Disneyworld in July.  It
was on a 110 degree day that he told me as we stayed inside, him helping me
with my homework.  "Now, we do we bring up that number? What is it?"  I
usually enjoyed spending time with him, even when it was doing homework,
but that day I had been unusually bothered by how much I'd miss Nathan.
      "I don't know."  I said and picked up the TV remote.
          "No watching TV.  We have to work on this.  Now this is a
remainder, remember, we talked about that yesterday."  I shook my head as
Uncle Mark fanned his hand in front of my face to get my attention.
"What's wrong?"  He asked.
          "Nothing."  It had been an answer I'd given my foster parents all
the time and it always worked with them, but not Uncle Mark.
          "Fine.  If you're not going to tell me then no more Disney
channel for a week."  His threat seemed real to me I didn't know any better
then.
          "Nathan is moving." I told him, with my head drooped down.
          "Oh.  Well, I guess that's a good reason to be blue."  He said as
he too drooped his head.
          "Well, I guess he's going to Michigan this summer."
          "Forever?"  He asked me.
          "For the summer."  I said back as I slowly pushed my head back up
to the world.
          "Well, that's not moving.  He's just going on vacation."  He made
it sound so simple and ludicrous that I would carry on like that.
          "Yeah, I guess."  I said.
          "He'll be back in September, right?"  He asked, leaning in toward
me and putting his forehead against mine with a pouty look on his face.  I
only shook my head up and down.  "Well, then he's going on a trip, not
unlike you and I."  He pulled his head away and casually looked down at my
math book.
          "We are?"  I asked, looking up and pepping up a bit too.
          "Well, I was planning on it, but if you're going to pout all
summer, then..."  I interrupted him.
          "No.  I won't."  I protested.
          "Yep, then.  How does Disneyworld sound?"  My hear fluttered and
my eyes bugged out.  I got up out of my seat and hugged Uncle Mark.
          "Yes!"  I exclaimed and he hugged me back and laughed to himself.

Uncle Mark arranged for Nathan to stay his last night with us, which was
also the evening after the last day of school.  We had decided to set up
camp outside and that Uncle Mark would barbeque and stuff.  I was really
excited and had games planned to play and everything.  Uncle Mark decided
to sleep and let us have the tent because it was too small for all of us.

The night went well and we all ate until we were stuffed with hot dogs,
potato salad and chips.  I was the one who suggested we tell ghost stories
by the fire, but later it came back to haunt me when Nathan and I both laid
awake in the tent hearing howls and crackles from outside.  We laid there
awake and quiet, not realizing the other wasn't asleep either until we
heard what sounded like sticks being stepped on outside.  "Are you asleep?"
Nathan asked me in a low whisper.
          "No."  I replied, laying still as not to attract whatever animal
might be out there.  "Are you?"  I asked, jokingly.  The joke must have
been really funny to Nathan because he laughed out loud and flailed his arm
until it landed on my leg.
      "Good one."  Was all he said while his hand remained on my leg for a
little while longer.  There was nothing else said, but I could feel my
heart race and I could hear his breathing there, in the tent with me.

It was then that Nathan sat up slightly and removed his hand.  He turned
toward me and started to talk.  "Sorry." was all he said and he bowed his
head, shamefully.  I had the worst feeling knowing that he felt bad about
it.
          "No, it's okay."  Usually that response was a knee-jerk reaction
for me, but I tried to be sincere about it.  I hated that he seemed sad.
          "You should come up to Michigan with me.  My mom said that
there's lots to do up there and we can go swimming and stuff."  He said,
facing me.  I could see only parts of his face that were being illuminated
by the yard light outside.
          "I can't."  I said, now joining him in his pouty tone.  "But I'm
going to Disney world with my Uncle."  I said, trying to lighten up the
mood.
          "Really?  That's cool.  My Mom went there when she was a kid and
she said that it's really neat.  She told us she'd take us there one day."
          "You should come to Disney world with us, instead of Michigan."
I suggested, it was really rhetorical in it's meaning, but I did wish he
would say yes.
          "Man, I wish I could."  I could see his lips in the light from
outside and just as he sat there, for that moment he licked them.
          "I'll miss you."  I said as I sat up more, to be equal with him.
          "Me too."  He said.  "But I'll be back in September and we can
hang out then."  He was purposely trying to bring hope to us both.  I don't
think either of us realized how close we'd become except in the context of
being occupied and having fun together.
          "Well, maybe you can kiss some girls in Michigan like you did
with Katie."  I said as Nathan replied by laughing.
          "No, I don't think so."  He said.  I looked at him in a confused
way but he may or may not have been able to see my expression.  "I never
really kissed Katie."
          "You didn't?"  I asked, dumbfounded.
          "I just said so that way if you did I would look dumb."  He said
as folded his arms nervously.
          "Do you want to?"  I asked him, now able to see part of his eyes,
which were dark and looking directly into mine.
          "Not really, do you?"  I shook my head and we both chuckled a
little.  "But I guess we're supposed to.  That's what my brother said."
His expression didn't change and it was a little eerie because I could feel
a weird butterfly like feeling start in my stomach.
          "Why?"  I said.
          "I guess to make babies."  He said and shrugged his shoulders a
bit.
          "Yeah, but I don't want any babies."  I said.
          "Me either."

You could have cut the air with a knife at that moment as we continued to
talk.  I wasn't sure how it was that we developed in our conversation from
not wanting to kiss girls because we didn't want to have babies to wanting
to learn to kiss, but we did.  "How do you kiss, anyway?" I asked Nathan
after scooting over so that we were facing each other.
          "I guess you just kiss them on the lips, you know?"  He said.
"But my sister said that you're supposed to open your mouth and touch
tongues too, but..."  The tension in the tent built up to this moment and
as we both cried in unison, "Yuck!"  We laughed and fell over a little and
I found my body leaning against his a bit.  It wasn't weird though, that's
just how close we were.  We weren't like other boys, who were afraid of
touching, we even hugged one time.
          "I don't want to touch tongues with a girl." I said and the
expression I could see on Nathan's face said that he agreed.
          "But regular kissing is okay, I guess."  He said and the tension
began to build again.  I wasn't sure if Nathan was feeling it too or if it
was just me, but it all came to a head as I made my comment.
          "Do best friends kiss?"  I asked.  I kind of expected for the
tension to get worse and to be embarrassed, but Nathan healed that wound
immediately.
          "Yeah."  He said, very matter-of-factly, "That's what regular
kissing is for.  You kiss your family on the cheek, you touch tongues with
girls and you kiss your friends the normal way."  He knew what he was doing
by making the suggestion and I liked where it was going for some reason.
      "Well, you're my best friend..."  I said, egging it on.
      "You're mine too."  He replied.
      "So, do we have to kiss?"  I asked, as if it were a requirement.
          "Yeah, I guess so."  He said and moved closer to me.  "I'm
leaving tomorrow so it'll be a goodbye kiss."  I was surprised at how at
ease and relaxed he was about it.  I realize now that what he was waiting
for was for me to make the first move, so I did.
          "Okay..."  I said as I leaned in more.  "Ready?"  I leaned into
him, and placed my hands against he floor of the tent, where his knees were
and my forearms rested against them.  I could feel his breath as we got
closer and though it seems like it was all in slow motion, I'm sure it was
only a couple seconds at best.
          "Yeah..."  He said after we'd gotten close enough that I could
taste his breath and his word pushed it out to me.  I wanted to drink his
breath.  Our lips met and just as quickly moved apart, but in my mind it
lasted for minutes, our lips together and our eyes meeting each other, only
millimeters away from each other.

The next day Uncle Mark and I saw Nathan off to his house to leave for his
trip.  When Uncle Mark came and awoke Nathan and I he found me laying next
to Nathan, pressed up against his backside with my arm around him.  It
wasn't unusual for us to wake up like that, but Uncle Mark hadn't seen it
before that I knew and I felt weird.  Uncle Mark just smiled when he saw
and nothing was said.  I gave Nathan a big hug and to my surprise, during
our hug, when Uncle Mark and his family were off putting things in the car,
he whispered "I love you" into my ear.  I felt so special, to have Nathan
love me and I loved him so I told him the same right back, to his ear, with
my breath against his neck.  I knew I loved Nathan, he was my best friend,
but what I didn't understand was why I liked that kiss so much and why I
felt like I needed to be around him all the time.

Chapter 2 "The Discovery"

The summer was coming along fine, but our big trip was still weeks away and
I found myself bored to tears on what to do.  Without school and without
Nathan I was left to my own devices.  It was during this hiatus time,
before the trip but after Nathan left that I made the big discovery of
masturbation.  I had no clue before this point exactly what masturbation
was.  I had heard the word before but never knew what it meant.  I guess I
did have a clue, but from what I heard about it, simply going pee was
considered masturbation.  I hadn't given it much thought until that one
Saturday that Uncle Mark spent at Dave's working on his porch.

That day I was completely bored.  There were no good movies on and for some
reason (probably due to the off season) there were tons of re runs but
nothing all that interesting to me.  I had decided that it might be fun to
look through pictures and photo albums like Uncle Mark and I did when we
were together, often.  I had known where he kept the albums, but as I
looked through I noticed that there were no pictures different from what
I'd already seen, so I ventured beyond the picture bookcase.

I went into Uncle Mark's room, searching for pictures or something of
interest like movies or something more interesting than the family albums
in the store room.  You have to understand, my Uncle Mark left nothing off
limits so I felt free to roam and search to my satisfaction.  I hadn't ever
really looked in the bedroom closet or the drawers before and I soon became
very pleased at what I found.  I found an old shoe box that was stored on
the very top shelf of Uncle Mark's closet and I got the stool from the
kitchen and decided to look through it.  I had to stand on my tippy toes
and almost fell doing it, but I managed to get a hold of it and I opened it
on Uncle Mark's bed.

As I fished through the stuff I found letters, pictures and keepsake items.
There was an old camping knife like thing that had the initials RB engraved
on it.  I knew that who ever's initials were on this was important to Uncle
Mark, but I hadn't a clue who it could be.  I continued going through the
stuff and I found a package of pictures that were still in the envelope
from the photo developing place, but it was unbelievably old.  As I looked
through the pictures I found a number of pictures with a bunch of guys with
their shirts off drinking beers in front of a large house with weird
symbols on it (later identified as Greek letters).  In the pictures, there
were guys grouped around each other drinking and smoking.  At first I
didn't recognize the older version of my Uncle, but all the same, once I
did find him in the crowds I could pick him out of any picture in the
group.

I was unaware that what I had found were old fraternity pictures from Uncle
Mark's college, but was intrigued all the more by the mystery of it all.  I
saw pictures as plain and uninteresting as about 15 guys standing together
smiling to a couple specific, more eyebrow raising pictures.  The one that
I first saw was of Uncle Mark and another guy with their lips touching,
obviously kissing for the photo, holding beers in their hands.  I found a
few pictures of a room with all kinds of things on the walls like chains
and whips and most importantly: the paddle with the same Greek letters
engraved on it.

The most interesting picture of all was one of two guys' butts.  The
picture showed two guys, obviously bent over and displaying their butts to
the camera.  On the butt cheek of one of the guys was what I assumed was a
tattoo of a small red heart.  I began to get an erection when I studied
this picture, as I did it very thoroughly.  I sat in the room staring while
my penis seemed to get harder and harder and created a tent in my pants.  I
looked at the other pictures too, but set that one aside for a while
because I felt it deserved more of my attention.  I went through and
discovered that there were 2 of many of the pictures in the envelope and as
luck would have it, there was an extra copy of the butt picture too.  My
heart raced as I looked at that picture with my heart and mind.  I noted
the smoothness of each butt and studied the tattoo well, noticing that
there was a very small arrow going through it.  I found myself rubbing my
crotch as I set the picture down and positioned myself to keep looking at
it.  As I laid there on my side, with my penis rock hard I rubbed through
my shorts, imaging the guys whose butts those were.  As I proceeded I got
an extreme sensation throughout my body.  It was the most extraordinary
feeling that I had up to that point in my life.  I didn't understand what
was going on with me, all I knew was that my body was urging me to keep
going.  I kept going until I felt a rush through my body that made me
quiver and made my legs weak as I stood up off the bed.

I decided to put the shoe box back in the closet where I found it so that
Uncle Mark wouldn't know I had found it. It wasn't so much that I was
afraid that he might find out I was snooping, but instead, I was afraid
he'd realize that I decided to keep one of the butt pictures for myself.
At the time I only knew that the picture had brought out something great in
my body and it made me want to do it more, but as any eleven year old might
have thought, I thought that it was the picture that did it, not my hand.

I hadn't done any of the rubbing that I had done with the picture, which I
decided to keep in an old school book, for a while afterwards.  The next
incident was even better than the first.  It was during this episode that I
started to realize exactly what it was about Nathan that interested me.

It was only days from the Disney trip and I got a phone call.  "Tommy!"  I
heard Uncle Mark call as he held the phone up in the air "phone!"  It
wasn't often that I got a phone call, so I was pretty sure who it was.
          "Is it Nathan?"  I asked as I ran down the hall to the bedroom,
where Uncle Mark had the phone waiting for me.
          "You guessed it." he said as he stepped outside to do some farm
work.  "I'll be outside if you need me.  Oh, and don't hang on too long,
it's long distance for them."  I watched Uncle Mark, who was only wearing
his blue athletic shorts step outside as I answered the phone.
          "Hello?"  I said.
          "Hey."  Nathan spoke as I plopped down on the bed to talk.
"How's it goin?"  He asked.
          "It's cool."  I said back, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.
"How's Michigan?"
          "It's pretty cool.  There isn't anything to do up here except
swim all the time."  He seemed as excited as I was to talk.
          "Cool.  I like swimming, it's fun."  I said in attempt to keep
the conversation going.
          "Yeah, it's pretty okay.  We go shopping a lot and out to eat and
then we come home here and swim all night."  I had visions, as he spoke, of
him in his swim trunks slowly ascending from the water.  I imagined that
they clung to his body tightly and that I could see his tan line that was
drawn at his hips.

Our conversation went on with comments about school and what we were doing
to pass the time.  He said that his brother and him play cards a lot and
that he taught Nathan how to play poker.  I was very much interested in
what he had to say, but my mind kept straying to what I imagined he looked
like, sitting there on the phone.  I saw him in a small desk-like chair at
a table on the phone with me, his shirt off and his hair wet from swimming,
wearing only a towel and some sandals.  I wasn't even sure why I thought
that was the situation, but the image came to me as fact, in my mind and I
found my body begging me to touch it.  My penis was hard before I even
realized it and the more I listened to Nathan's tales of fights with his
sister and the ongoing shopping for jackets for the cold nights.  As I
listened I decided to rub myself right there, on Uncle Mark's bed as I had
done a few nights before.  I started by laying down on the bed, talking to
Nathan and listening to him ramble and I began to rub my penis through my
shorts.

I fancied that I could see his eyes as he talked, bright green with a
defined dark outer lining, wrapped up by his almond shaped lids and
piercing through my mind with his lips, licking them as he'd done that last
night in Arizona.  I didn't understand why I was imagining this, but as I
proceeded I attained the same rise in energy in my body.  This time it made
my whole lower body jerk and my stomach muscles contract as it came.  I
made a small whimper as he spoke and drew attention to myself.  "What was
that?" he asked, diverting himself from his story.
          "Oh..."  I said, hesitantly "that was Buddy, he jumped up on the
bed with me just now."  I didn't have any other excuse, but I must admit
that it was a good one.
          "Oh." was all that Nathan said before I heard his mom call out to
him in the background.
          "Honey, we gotta get going to your Aunt's house."  She said and
almost as soon as she said it he said his goodbyes.
          "I gotta go."  He said, leaving time for me to respond.
          "Okay."  Was all I could say.  I was still recovering from
rubbing myself.
          "I'll call you next week."  He said, and we said goodbye and he
hung up the phone.  After I hung up the phone I realized that I forgot to
tell him that we'd be in California next week.  After I looked out the
window to find no sign of Uncle Mark, my attention changed into fear that
Uncle Mark had been in the house and heard me touching myself.  I thought
for sure I would hear the screen door slam if he had came inside, but I was
also caught up in the moment and feared he may have heard my whimpering or
heavy breathing.

Although when I left the bedroom I found Uncle Mark in the kitchen starting
dinner and no signs pointed to him hearing or seeing me masturbate in the
bedroom, for some reason, as I sat there, the night before our trip,
staring at the butt picture, rubbing myself through my underwear, I wanted
to get caught.  Uncle Mark was in the other room packing himself and he
instructed me to pack my suitcases and to make sure I had at least 7
outfits.  I had been in the room for about 10 minutes when I started
rubbing myself.  I gazed at the picture and rubbed myself, examining each
intimate detail of the butt with the tattoo.  I would get hard sometimes
just thinking about the photo, without touching myself, but I always wanted
to touch myself and look at it.

I knew that Uncle Mark was in the next room, that there was just one wall
in between us and for some reason it made the feeling even better.  I
thought about what might happen if he caught me.  He would probably be
surprised and yell at me for taking the picture.  That was my first
thought, but realizing how chilled out a person he seemed to be, I imagined
himself sitting me down and asking me questions and talking calmly.  He
wasn't at all angry, in fact, there was only one instance that I caught him
swear in anger and that was after he talked to Dave on the phone and they
had a fight.  I couldn't understand why that orgasm was so intense, but I
now realize it was because while I rubbed myself to climax, I was imagining
Uncle Mark walking in wearing what he'd worn earlier that day a black tank
that accented his broad shoulders and muscular arms and a pair of
boxer-like shorts that didn't even have pockets they were so thin.  I
wanted him to catch me for some reason.  At the time I didn't get it.

Chapter 3 "The Trip"

Our trip day finally came and we were both really psyched.  Uncle Mark was
in an unusually happy mood, smiling at every little thing I did and talking
so positively.  He was overall, a very positive guy, but this trip brought
out a side in him I had never seen before.  We had all our stuff packed by
the time we left home, but first Uncle Mark had to go get Dave to bring him
over to watch all the animals on our vacation.  When he came back Dave said
hi to me and set his bag of stuff in Uncle Mark's room, on his bed.  Dave
wasn't a very social person, to me, anyway and I over heard him make a
comment to Uncle Mark that by bringing me home with he had thrown away any
chance of a private life.  Uncle Mark had of course, defended me and told
him that I was the best thing that happened to him.  Dave ran out of the
house huffing and mumbling something about Uncle Mark becoming a soccer
mom.  I didn't understand the fight, but all the same, I did understand
that Uncle Mark really liked me and wanted me here with him.  It gave me a
sense of love that I hadn't ever felt before that I was the object and
major concern of a person's life.

On the ride to the trip we played license plate tag and talked about what
Disney world would be like.  Uncle Mark had never been there either and I
think that in his own little childish way, he was more excited than I was.
The ride was long and I had reclined my seat and slept for the last part of
the trip.  I was awoken by the sounds of the city and found in front of me
a spectacle of lights and hills all in one place.  We had entered
California.  I was overjoyed and my sleepiness left me almost as quickly as
it had come over me.  "Here we are." Uncle Mark said as he grabbed my
shoulder in excitement.  "This is Hollywood."
          "Wow!"  I said as I sat back taking it all in.  I could see the
big grin that Uncle Mark wore as we pulled into our hotel.
          "This is to be our new home for the next two weeks."  It was an
extremely nice hotel with people who parked your car and all kinds of fancy
crystal chandeliers and stuff in the lobby.  Everything so far had gone so
well, but that was soon to change as we approached the front desk with a
guy dressed in a red uniform following us with our bags.  "Checking in."
Uncle Mark said with a smile.
          "Hello."  The clerk said and opened his binder to look inside.
"What is the name on the reservation?" he asked and Uncle Mark replied
almost quicker than the guy asked.  "I'm sorry, I can't seem to find you.
Did you reserve a room or a suite?" the guy asked.  Uncle Mark's smile
dropped and he sported the look of disgust that I saw on him when he talked
to Dave sometimes.
          "A room.  Two doubles, non-smoking with cable and the works.
Aren't we in there?"  Uncle Mark's tone was less than friendly now and the
clerk turned away to talk to another clerk, a woman this time.  She,
apparently was the manager.  She took the man's place and asked again for
the name.
          "Sir, I'm sorry I don't see you in our reservation book.  How did
you reserve your room?"  She asked with a smile that was bitter in it's
intent.
          "On the internet.  Great!"  Uncle Mark said.  "I knew something
like this would happen.  Shit!"  He was angry now, and he spoke in a tone
that was unappealing.  "I talked to Tammy on the phone to make sure it went
through and she said it did...no problem."  He bowed his head to the desk
and turned to me and smiled.  I knew that the smile was only a smile of
frustration, but I took it for what it was.
          "Hold on a minute, she's here, let me speak to her."  She pointed
us toward the lobby seats and we sat, awaiting an answer to wether we had a
room or not.
          "Sorry, kiddo.  I thought it was all set."  He said.
          "What's happens if we don't have it reserved."  I asked, looking
up at the man who I admired so much and it tore my heart out to see him
depressed.
          "Well, we probably won't be able to get a room here."  He said
and he ran his fingers through his hair.  "And if we don't then we'll have
to stay outside of town and drive an hour at least to get here."
          "Sir!" The woman said as she appeared at the desk.  We got up and
she motioned for him to step to the side of the desk so other customers
would not here, I think.  "There has been a terrible mix up and we
scheduled your room for next week.  We are truly sorry about the
inconvenience but we aren't able to find another room..." Uncle Mark cut
her off
          "Great!  What am I supposed to do?  We're from Arizona."  She
interrupted him this time.
          "Sir, let me finish.  We aren't able to find a room to your
specifications, however, we are willing to give you an eight floor suite
for half the price of our regular rooms."
          "Well then let's do that." Uncle Mark was glad to hear the good
news and seemed eager.
      "However..."  She said, leaning in closer to make her point.  "We
only have one king size bed in there."  Uncle Mark didn't even seem to
ponder it at all and replied immediately.
          "We'll take it.  Thanks."  He stepped up with her to the desk and
gave her the credit card information and got the card to our room.
          "We can have an inflatable bed sent up free of charge for you if
you need, just call down here.  Also, there is a private pool room that you
can reserve at anytime, normally in order to reserve it there is a charge
of 10 dollars and hour, but we will provide up to 2 hours at a time free of
charge.  We truly are sorry sir.  I give my personal apologies on behalf of
our hotel."  She seemed very nice and as we went up to the room, Uncle Mark
gave me a high five.
          "This is awesome!"  He said.  "We're getting a room that's bigger
and better than the one we reserved, cool huh?"
          "Yeah!" I mirrored his enthusiasm but hadn't a clue what was so
exciting until we entered the room It was so big and beautiful that I felt
weird touching anything at all.  Uncle Mark immediately made a place at the
table in the main room and lit a cigar.
      "This is how to live."  He said as I flipped through the channels on
the TV.
      "This is way cool!"  I said back and we both began to unpack our
things.

The sleeping situation was certainly manageable, however the plans did
change slightly.  They sent up a cot almost first thing when we arrived,
trying not to piss us off too much.  Uncle Mark's idea was for us to switch
each night from the bed to the cot so that not one of us got the grunt of
the cot every night.  I agreed and that night we pulled out the cot.  I
offered to take it for the first night but Uncle Mark insisted that I take
the bed.  After laying there for about a half and hour watching TV he was
uncomfortable and his back hurt.  It's what anyone expects from something
that so easily folds up with metal casing, but when I offered him the bed
he refused.  I felt weird sitting in the big bed all alone while Uncle Mark
suffered, so when I suggested that he sleep on the other side of the bed he
didn't put up much of a fight and gave in.  I tried to sleep on it too, but
found it to be too uncomfortable, but for me it was probably because I knew
how nice the bed felt.  We ended up keeping the old metal cot folded up in
the corner.  We didn't really need it, as Uncle Mark said, "there's plenty
of room for both of us on the bed."  We left it at that and slept sweetly
for the entire night.

It was on the second night, after a day of fun at the Magic Kingdom where I
met Mickey, Minnie, Donald Duck, Winnie the Pooh and Snow White, that we
went to the pool room.  I was awfully excited about having a private pool
to ourselves without whiny little kids screaming and old people slowly
doing laps in your way around the pool.  The pools in Sedona were all like
that people everywhere, because there were few public pools besides the
YMCA.

That night we had gone out to eat at a nice restaurant across the street
from the hotel.  We ate some good food Uncle Mark got the prime rib, while
I opted for something more child-like: cheeseburger and fries.  We had a
very nice dinner there and Uncle Mark said that because the room was so
cheap that we could spent more money, so afterwards we stopped at a small
gift shop and bought some souvenirs.  I really liked all the Disney stuff
my favorite character was Donald Duck so I got a t- shirt with him on the
front.  We had a lot of fun that day, but when we returned to the room,
both of us were burned out and just wanted to relax.

It was only 9 pm when we got back and settled into the room and it was
Uncle Mark's idea to call to reserve the pool room.  I was all geeked about
getting to go swimming, but soon realized, as Uncle Mark spoke to the front
desk clerk about the reservation that I had left my swim suit at home.  I
felt like a complete idiot because I knew that I was going to swim, and
Uncle Mark had reminded me several times to pack everything and in specific
he mentioned a swim suit.  It didn't matter much, because when I mentioned
it to Uncle Mark he had a good solution.  "Just wear your underpants."  he
said as if the idea of not swimming over a suit was ludicrous.
          "You think so?"  I asked as we got ready to head down to the pool
for our two hour slot.
          "Sure.  No one else will be there so there's no reason to cover
up...just wear a towel when you walk down the hall and you'll be okay."
Although it seemed like a good solution I was still leery of doing such a
thing, I think because I was embarrassed and I wasn't afraid anyone else
would see, but was afraid that he would see. My silence led to Uncle Mark's
next comment which somehow eased my fear and I got over the anxiety after a
while.  "Are you embarrassed?" he asked as I stood there silently, probably
beet red from my shyness.  "It's okay.  I'll tell you what...I'll swim in
my underwear too, then you won't feel out of place."  For some reason that
helped.  I wasn't sure why that was, I realize now that I was self
conscious and was afraid of being seen in my underwear because then I'd
stand out.

I didn't realize until that night the kind of attraction I had to my Uncle.
I didn't understand it then, as I didn't with Nathan, but it was like
innately there, taunting me and I found myself with an erection in the pool
as I watched my Uncle turn on the hot tub to warm it up and remove his
towel.  My Uncle had usually been a very private guy and this was the very
first time I saw him in only his underwear.  He was wearing a pair of white
boxer-briefs that just hugged his figure and made it obvious that was
wasn't built small in the front area there.  I remained in the pool because
as I watched, trying not to let him see me watching I was increasingly
aroused.  I had worn a pair of black briefs that I figured would substitute
well for swim trunks because they fit snug and wouldn't be likely to fall
off being so self conscious that was my concern.

I was less concerned about it when I actually got to the pool room and saw
that there really was no one around and that the door wouldn't recognize
any key except ours for two hours.  I loved it and for some reason the idea
of Uncle Mark seeing me in my undies didn't bother me a bit as the time
moved along and I gazed at his manly, muscular physique.  I did some tricks
on the diving board and Uncle Mark got in the pool too to teach me how to
do underwater hand stands and flips.  It was pretty cool and I liked
feeling Uncle Mark holding onto me by my hips to teach me the tricks.  I
even pretended to not get a few of them just so he'd touch me again and
teach me more.

We had swam around the pool and played Marco Polo and did flips and stuff,
so after about an hour of that Uncle Mark was ready to get into the hot
tub.  "I'm gonna get in the hot tub, kiddo." he said as he ascended out of
the water at the shallow side on the built in stairs.  As he stood his
underwear was almost completely see through and I could certainly see his
butt through them and also through the glimpse provided to me from all the
water collecting on the legging part of his boxer-briefs and pulling them
down.  He pulled them up immediately, but not before I got a nice good
look.  What I saw almost frightened me.  Uncle Mark had a tattoo of a small
red heart on his left butt cheek, it was as clear as day.  Could it be
possible that the picture I had been masturbating to wasn't some random
fraternity brother that my Uncle Mark knew, that it was actually Uncle
Mark?
  It had to be.  He had the same smooth butt and same shape as the picture
depicted, but certainly the most convincing was the tattoo.  It was a dead
set truth, I had been attracted to Uncle Mark before I even realized it.

I stood there, knee deep in the shallow section staring at the little
glimpse of his butt that I got, realizing that the picture I had cherished
and masturbated to was of him.  He turned and saw me staring, but didn't
scold me or even act embarrassed, but instead smiled at me, pulled them up
and out from his skin and headed for the hot tub.  "Are you coming?" he
asked as he now sat there, the hot water up to his nipples.  I stood there
still silent for a minute.  "It's relaxing.  I promise you'll like it."  I
decided that I shouldn't act weird and got out of the pool.
          "Sure.  Is it hot?"  I asked as I too ascended from the pool,
pulling my underwear from my skin and with the slapping sound of my feet to
the tile floor went over to him.  His eyes didn't meet mine, but stayed on
my body as I walked over to him.  I could see them looking me over and with
the smile that remained on his face, I knew it wasn't a bad thing.
          "Yeah, it's supposed to be.  It's like a massage, it relaxes
you."
  He looked up at me as I dipped me foot in first.  I felt the heat and
understood what he meant, it was warm enough to heat your whole body fully.
          "Okay." I got into the hot tub accross from Uncle Mark, our feet
dangling together, hitting each other randomly.  It was as if we were
involuntarily playing footsy and we both chuckled a little.
          "You like it?" he asked as I sat.
          "Yeah, it's nice and warm."
          "Can you feel the jets behind you?" he asked as he pointed to the
one behind him.  "If you place yourself so their against your back it like
massages your back for you."  I did what Uncle Mark said and it was like
heaven.  I even moaned a little.
          "Mmm.  This is nice."  We both sat there for a while quiet until
Uncle Mark started talking.  It took me a little while to catch on the fact
that he was having "the talk" with me.
          "So, how is Nathan?" he asked, realizing I had talked to him just
days before.
          "He's good."  there really wasn't much else to say.
          "Good.  He's a really nice kid.  I like him.  I know you do."  He
spoke very seriously, often making eye contact, but I didn't quite catch on
to what was happening.  "You guys are pretty close, huh?" he said as he put
his arms up behind him on the edge of the tub.
          "Yeah, I guess so."  I said.
          "Well, I would say so.  You seemed like you were the other
morning."  I knew what he meant, when he'd found up cuddled up against each
other like lovers do in movies, yet I wasn't aware of the kind of
connection people made with that yet in my life.  "You know...if you ever
think you need to talk to me about something, or if you feel like there's
something you want or need to tell me, know that you can.  There's nothing
you can tell me that would make me love you less."  He had a welcoming
smile on his face and I really did trust him, but it was at this point I
realized that we were embarking on the subject of sex, however, I didn't
know how Nathan fit in.  I assumed my Uncle knew something that I didn't so
I just accepted it as it was.
          "Yeah, I know."  I said with a little shyness on my face.
          "Is there anything you want to tell me?"  He asked, still looking
at me seriously.  I simply shook my head horizontally.  "Okay, but I think
that we need to have a little chat about sex someday soon, kiddo.  I want
you to know all the facts, unlike what you've probably heard from your
friends."  I could tell that the last part, and even the word sex was a
little difficult for him to say and his furthering procrastination to enter
into the subject area led me to believe that he too was embarrassed,
possibly more than myself.

We continued to chat, but didn't concentrate on the topic of sex, but
instead, Uncle Mark took a less obvious route of approaching the subject
and we talked about our own relationship.  The conversation stayed on
feeling connected and I told him how much I was relieved to know that I had
a family member and how glad I was that it was him.  We told each other "I
love you" and headed back to the suite.

That night was filled with insinuation.  We laid together on the bed, each
wearing our PJ bottoms without shirts and watched an HBO movie.  Our legs
were resting against each other and I fought the feeling of grabbing his
leg.  It felt so warm to my skin and I imagined him underneath those Pjs
and I saw the tattoo in my mind.  I wanted to touch the tattoo, to examine
it with my senses, to be as close as possible to Uncle Mark, but I didn't
think it was okay, so I kept it under my hat.

As the night progressed, Uncle Mark got up to go to the bathroom.  It was
at that time that a more adult movie came on the TV.  It had a warning of
nudity, strong sexual content and mature audiences.  I wasn't sure what
that meant, except the nudity part.  From the way I was feeling I let it go
and Uncle Mark didn't see the warning on the screen.  He grabbed a beer
from the fridge and laid back down next to me, this time he was even
closer.  The movie almost immediately showed two people having sex.  It
wasn't like porn or even soft porn, but you could see their backs and legs
and arms and hear them moaning: "Oh yes!  Oh God!  Yeah!"  Is what they
said as they rocked back and forth.  I could feel Uncle Mark's eyes on me
as we watched.
          "You shouldn't be watching this."  He said.
          "Okay."  I went to change the channel, but he stopped me.
          "Hold on a minute.  This might be a good time to have a chat."
He said.  I was really kind of eager to have a sex chat.  I wasn't eager to
hear about STDs and how I can get a girl pregnant (though I was still
unsure how) or any other lecture, but I wanted to hear him say those words
and talk about it, it made me feel happy inside.  "Keep it there."
          "Okay."  I still was of few words as the chat began.
          "Do you understand what's going on here?" he said, referring to
the movie.
          "Yes.  They're having sex."  I said.
          "Okay, but do you know why they do that?"  He asked me, as he
took a gulp of his beer.
          "I guess cause they want to have babies."  I said.  I truly
didn't understand why I would want to touch and kiss a girl unless it was
to have a child, and for me, that was even iffy.
          "Well, yes, but..."  He paused again to take a sip.  "They have
urges that make them want to do it.  You may still be at that age where sex
isn't an issue, but it won't be long before you get those urges too.."  Sip
of beer.  "And I think that I need to warn you about what's going to
happen."  He kept sipping beer and talking.  "When you see someone that you
are attracted to...you may want to kiss them and touch them and that's
going to make your body react."  He took another gulp and stood up.  He
kept talking as he stepped away a few fee to the fridge.  He bend over the
mini-fridge and as he did so I saw the great shape of his butt.  It was
beautiful to me.
  I gawked at it.  I thought about what he was saying as I stared at his
butt and I wondered, 'is that me?'  'Am I attracted to my Uncle?'  I
dismissed my feelings and decided to join the conversation.  He came back
into the bed, this time he wasn't touching me.  I think the sex talk made
him a little uncomfortable, but he continued anyway.  "Anyway," he said
"you will get erections.  Do you know about those?"  He asked.  I did.
      "Yes."  I looked at his deep blue eyes that said care and love to me
as he asked me to tell him what it was.  "Well, it's when your thing gets
stiff."  I said.  I too was uncomfortable saying the word penis or dick
around my Uncle, though I wanted him to say it to me.
          "Right."  He said.  "That is how your body signals to you that
you're attracted to someone a someone you may have sex with later."  I
began to understand the point of his conversation. He was trying to tell me
that it was natural to get erections and to feel attracted to people and
what he said next was to tell me that it was okay to masturbate.  "And when
that happens, being so young, you don't want to do it, then you can take
care of it yourself, you know?" he asked.  At the time I got it that my
rubbing myself was "taking care of it" but I was still confused at how your
body knows who you are supposed to have sex with, I had thought that it was
a decision.
          "Okay.  I understand."  I smiled at him and he smiled at me, but
his was more a smile of relief than anything.
      "You know you can talk to me, right?" he asked.  "Like if you have
questions about who you feel attracted to or if you don't know how to
assist yourself..." he paused and took a drink.  "Assist yourself in
relieving your tensions" he asked "you can talk to me, I will try my best
to help."
          "Okay.  Thanks." it was all that I needed to say to get him off
the topic.  I was happy that we had talked a little about it, but it didn't
help me with my problem possibly being attracted to him.  Is that what he
meant?  That if I felt attracted to him that I should tell him?
  I wasn't sure.  I probably read into what he said a little too much.

Later that night my Uncle became much looser and more relaxed with each
beer.  He offered to pay me to massage his back.  This sort of thing wasn't
unusual, except I usually was the one he gave massages to because he used
to be a massage therapist student in college.  I told him that I would do
him in exchange for him doing me, so it was settled.  I sat on the edge of
the bed while Uncle Mark sat behind me with his legs wrapped around me and
his crotch against my back.  He grabbed some moisturizing lotion and began
working on my back.  It was wonderful, except this time I didn't seem
relaxed and tired from the massage, but instead I got an erection as he
worked his hands down to my lower back.  I wanted him to go even lower, I
don't know why, but I liked it when he touched me.  It was very evident by
the tent in my shorts that I was turned on and when he patted me and
uttered those words, "my turn."  I kind of freaked out.  He would for sure
see my erection when I turned around.  I didn't know what to do, so I tried
to readjust myself as I faced the other way so it wouldn't show.  It didn't
work.  "Oh!" he said as I turned and he saw my erection.  "Got a little
excited, huh?"  His tone was humorous, but I was still red with
embarrassment and he noticed.  "Hey kiddo, that's nothing to be embarrassed
about.  It's your manhood, where it proud.  Besides, at your age it'll come
up for any reason at all, it's when you get old like me that it only comes
up when you're attracted to someone."  He said.  His tone was extremely
high and he seemed overly happy.  I wondered then that if he was happy I
had gotten excited.

As I gave him a massage I examined his back.  I loved all the little
muscles and crevices that was his body.  I may have been giving him a
massage but I was probably getting more out of it than he was.  My erection
had gone away when I finally got positioned but returned and was poking
Uncle Mark in the back.  I knew he was aware because he giggled a little.
He complimented me on the job that I did and when he turned around I could
see an unusually big bulge in his PJ bottoms.  "See," he said, "They're
contagious." was all he said.
          "Contagious?"  I asked.
          "Oh.  It means that you got one so I got one too, like when you
get a cold from me."  I shook my head to let him know I understood and he
looked at me, still standing there.
          "But I thought you said that it only happens to you when you're
attracted to someone."  He was like a deer caught in headlights.  I had
caught him at basically telling me that he was attracted to me.
      "Well, yeah, but..." he didn't have anything else to say, but it
wasn't a tense moment and we both dropped the subject and went to bed.
That night I had a dream about Nathan and Uncle Mark.  We were both camping
outside in the backyard in Arizona and we were naked and giving each other
massages.  I woke up with a wet stain under me on the sheets.

The next night we stayed in mostly and only went downstairs to the gift
shop.  Uncle Mark said he didn't feel well that day, so for most of the
daylight time, I went venturing through the halls and the lobby downstairs
while Uncle Mark stayed upstairs and smoked cigars and drank a couple more
beers.  I had offered to get him some medicine to help him feel better, but
he explained that the kind of sick he was wouldn't be helped by that, but
instead by a little beer and water.

When I got back to the room after being out I walked in to the most
beautiful sight I had seen up until that point in my life.  I saw Uncle
Mark, facing the window, in my sight pulling his white briefs up from his
legs over his butt.  He was facing the window so all I saw were his nice,
smooth cheeks and the tattoo that was so infamous to me.  I stood there
staring and stayed there until Uncle Mark turned his head.  I immediately
reacted and ran into the bathroom.  "Sorry."
  I said as I tried to block my view.
          "Shit!" Uncle Mark said and he came into the bathroom after me
wearing only his briefs.  "Look."  He said.  "You don't have to run away.
You shouldn't be ashamed."  he looked down on my face with deep concern.
"I want you to know that there's nothing wrong with seeing that."
          "Okay."  I said.
          "It's okay to be curious, kiddo."  He had his hand on my arm and
was slowly stroking it.  "You don't have to runaway, there's nothing wrong
with looking."  He started to step away but returned.  "You probably are
curious because you've never seen a grown man's body before, right?"
          "Yeah."  I said, confirming his assumption.  "I didn't see much,
just..." I was trying to redeem myself or something, but I couldn't finish
my sentence.  I looked at him and I could tell he knew that I only saw his
butt.
          "My backside?" he said, finishing my sentence.
          "Yeah."  I said.  I spoke again after a few moments of silence.
"Why do you have a tattoo there?"  I asked.
          "Oh, that?"  He said as we both ventured back into the room.
"That's one of those silly things that you do in college, just an impulse.
I don't know why I did it."
          "It's cool."  I said.
          "Really?  You think so?"  He asked me, turning around with a
devilish smile on his face.
      "Yeah, it's a heart right?" I asked.
          "It's more than just a heart, it's just small, that's all."  He
stepped up to me and pointed me to sit on the bed.  "If you want, you can
get a better look at it.  If you want." he said.
          "Yeah."  I said.  My voice kind of cracked with nervousness.
          "Okay.  Just sit there."  I sat on the edge of the bed while
Uncle Mark turned away from me, having his butt in my face.  "You know..."
he said, "I had a friend in college whose father showed him his body and he
said that it was very educational for him. Maybe it will be for you too."
He smiled and looked back at me.
          "Yeah, it will be."  I said, wanting to egg him on to do it.

Uncle Mark stood up and pulled his briefs down enough so that I saw his
crack.  He was slow and he kept looking back at me through the corner of
his eye.  I started to develop an erection in my pants as I watched his
butt being more exposed by the second.  He pulled them down in the back but
not in the front so the snapped when he reached the bottom of his cheeks.
"See what I mean?" he asked and backed up even further. He was about 2 feet
away from me, so I could see his tattoo very well.  "See how there's an
arrow going through the heart?"  He asked.  I certainly noticed while I
noted every part of his butt.  I noted the very smooth skin and the little
bit of hair that peeked out through his crack and my attention was drawn to
the tattoo.  "What do you think?" he asked.
          "It's cool."  I said.  "I like it.  It's a really cool heart."
          "What about the rest?" he asked, slowly shaking his butt back and
forth a little and giggling just a bit to me.  "What do you think about my
butt?"  He asked.
          "It looks good."  I responded with drool running from my mouth.
"It's really smooth."
          "Thanks.  I used to get a lot of compliments about my butt."  He
said.
          "I can see why."  I said as I continued to gawk.  "Maybe mine
will be like yours someday."  I said, trying to make conversation.
          "Sure.  You already have a nice one, though."  He said.  I knew
what he had said, but I could tell he felt he said too much and pulled up
his underpants and turned around.
          "You think so?"  I asked with a curiosity of a small child.
          "Sure.  You're a little hottie.  Someday you'll have your choice
of anyone you want, trust me."  He said to me and leaned in to me.  He
kissed me softly on the lips.  It meant more to me than it did to him,
probably, but it wasn't just the ordinary peck, he lingered there for a
moment and licked his lips when he pulled away.
          "Thanks."  I said.
          "Well," he said.  "It's the truth."

Our trip flew by and we saw all the amazing sights and went to the beach
and laid out to get some sun.  I swam, but mostly Uncle Mark sat in the sun
and watched me.  He seemed happier in the last days of our trip.  The last
day of our trip we had been to the beach.  Uncle Mark had laid out in the
sun a little too long and got a bit of a sunburn.  His skin was pealing on
his back, chest and legs.  I had agreed to rub some lotion on his back when
we got back.

When we got back to the hotel room, we took turns using the bathroom to get
dressed and ready for bed.  Uncle Mark went first and came out wearing his
robe.  I wondered what he was wearing underneath and fancied that he may
not be wearing anything.  I was of course wrong, because he disrobed when
it was time for me to put lotion on his back.  He was wearing his Calvin
Klein tighty- whiteys.  He laid down on the bed and told me to straddle his
back and rub it on that way.  As I did it I got a huge erection and my eyes
stayed on his butt most of the time.

I put lotion on him and began rubbing it in his back.  His skin was really
red and every once in a while he jumped from the burn.  After I finished
his back I started to stand up.  "Do my legs, will ya?"  He asked.  "I'm so
relaxed right now."  I was eager to jump up and run to the bathroom to hide
my erection, but I really did want to do his legs too.
          "Okay."  I started at his calves and he corrected me.
          "Up more.  I'm burned really bad up by my underwear."  He said
and so I obliged and put lotion on his back upper thighs right where his
briefs ended.  I rubbed a little and he instructed me.  "Go ahead and make
sure you get all the area, on the sides and stuff too."  He said.
          "Okay."  I worked the lotion into his thighs and stared at his
butt which was pretty much in my face.  "How's that?"  I asked as I
continued.
          "Wonderful."  He said.  I could see a little dark spot where his
tattoo was on his butt and my mind went back to the nights that I spent
rubbing myself while staring at that photo.  "Just like that."  he said as
I massaged his thighs and moved down his legs.  "That's great."  I loved
pleasing my Uncle Mark, it made him so happy and I loved it when he was
happy.

When I stood up and he got off the bed, I tried to tuck my penis into the
elastic around me shorts so that it might not show as much and then I
headed for the bathroom.  "Hold on!"  My Uncle Mark called, and I turned
around immediately.  "I didn't pay you."  I turned around and my erection
was all too obvious to Uncle Mark.  "Whoa!"  He said as he looked at me.
"Looks like you got excited."  He was very kind about pointing it out and
laughed a little, which made me laugh from embarrassment.  "Why don't you
go ahead and take a shower and while you're in there, you can take care of
that problem you have."  He said as he winked at me.
          "Okay, sure."  I said, unsure of what he meant.
      "You know what I mean, right?"  He asked, stopping me on the way to
the bathroom.
          "Yeah, I guess."  I said.  I knew what it was he meant, but I
didn't know how to take care of it without wearing underpants.
          "I mean.." He spoke in a high pitch, his voice had cracked a
little.  "I mean, masturbation, you know?"
          "Yeah."  I stood there silent.
          "What's the problem?  You do know how right?  You've done it
before, right?"  He asked me.
          "Well..."  I said before he interrupted me.
          "I know you have...I saw you on the phone that one day.  I know
you can do it so what's up?"  I was flabbergasted!  He had actually seen me
rub myself when I was on the phone with Nathan last month.
          "I do, but I don't know how to do it in the shower."  I tried to
be as frank as possible.
          "The same way, kiddo.  Nothing else to it."  He said and did a
little jerking motion in the air in front of himself
          "I've never done it that way."  I said, a little nervously.
"I've only done it with clothes on."
          "Oh.  I see.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."  He said and walked up
to me.
          "It's okay."  I said.
          "That must make you very frustrated."  He spoke to himself
almost, turning his head in thought.  "Well, here..." he said and he
grabbed a tube of toothpaste off the sink.  "You just hold it like this and
jerk up and down like that."  He did the motion around the tube as if it
were a penis.  "And you just do that until it feels really good and...well
you know that part."  I could hear the nervousness in his voice as he
demonstrated.  "Okay, kiddo?"  He asked.
          "Okay!"  I said in a positive tone, though I just was doing that
to be positive.

In the bathroom I tried what he had shown me with the tube, imagining him
while I did it.  It felt really good at first, but I couldn't seem to come
to that point of ecstacy that I had when I did it through my pants.  I
became discouraged and came out into the main room.  As I walked out I
draped my robe around me, wearing just my underwear underneath.  I figured
out that wearing the robe was the best way to hide my erection that was
still there, hard as every, trying to poke out and be noticed.  "How'd it
go?" was the first thing he asked me.  I had wished that he would just let
it go and leave it all alone, but he didn't.  I was of course honest
because for some reason it was my nature to be.
          "It didn't work."  I said.
          "Damn, kiddo.  I'm sorry.  I didn't do a very good job of
explaining it."  He said as he sat at the table smoking his cigar.  "I'll
give you a better lesson when we get back home, I have some items that
might work better there."  He winked and smiled at me as I sat on the bed.
"Did you even release at all?"  He asked, trying to not be too specific.
          "No."  I replied.
          "Crap!"  He said and he crossed his legs.  "Tonight just do it
the way you know how.  Hey!  Whatever gets you there, you know?"  He was
much more relaxed that night and less inhibited than usual.  "I can go
downstairs for a little while if you want to be alone..."  I could tell by
his tone and by the fact that he sighed lightly that he didn't really want
to leave, so I of course said what I had always said to everyone my whole
life:
          "No.  That's okay."  He smiled at me.
          "You can feel free to do it whenever and also, I don't care if
you want to do it before you go to sleep at night, in bed.  It's no big
deal..." he paused and whispered at me.  "I sometimes do it in bed before I
sleep" and he winked at me with a smile.
          "Okay."  I said.  Of course that night I waited until I heard him
breathing deep, when I assumed he was sleeping, but I had a hunch that he
was just pretending, I was never sure, but somehow I knew and it made the
climax even better for some reason.  I liked doing it while my Uncle Mark
was in bed with me.  I didn't know then that I was extremely attracted to
him and all the feelings were confusing to me.

Chapter 4 "Birthday Suit"

Nothing much happened for the first week after we arrived back in Arizona.
Uncle Mark spent a lot of time over at Dave's, helping him to build his
deck and a few other projects, he wasn't too specific on that.  I was lucky
enough to have another long chat with Nathan from Michigan.  He said he was
having a lot of fun and that they went to an awesome water park and rode
all the cool water rides.  I longed to be near Nathan and I rubbed myself
while I listened to his voice as he told me the stories about his antics in
Ann Arbor.

I was beginning to feel detached with Uncle Mark being away so much and no
one but the animals around to talk to during many of the days.  I learned
to play solitaire, which was a great representation of how I was feeling
crappy.  I felt as though Uncle Mark may have been avoiding spending too
much time with me because even when he was home he seemed to glue his eyes
to the TV or read the latest Dean Koontz novel in his bedroom.  I could see
him from the hallway, laid down in the ensemble of pillows and cushions,
with his book open in front of him, his shirt flung over the chair and his
reading glasses laying across his face gently.  I had really became
attached to Uncle Mark and I thought of him as a father, which made the
feelings I had even weirder than when he was just some guy.

Uncle Mark's birthday was upon us and I figured that it might be a nice way
of transcending from awkwardness to comfort.  I got him a leather bound
journal that I had secretly bought in California at a small bookshop in the
museum we went to.  I had worked hard to keep it hidden from him and still
wasn't sure if he'd seen it or not.  I went about my business as usual on
his birthday: I ate some cereal and said goodbye to him until about 6 in
the evening.  As soon as I heard his truck pull away by the crackle of the
dirt drive I got to work.  I made a sign that said "Happy Birthday Uncle
Mark" in big bold letters that I hung in the patio doorway.  I put
streamers that I found in the store room along the corners of the doorways
and I gave all the party hats to the animals to wear when he returned.  I
had a cupcake to represent a cake and a single candle that was stuck in the
middle of it.  I pitched the tent, which was less than easy and I got all
the food ready for a late night cook out.  I had planned this for days,
hoping that it might bring back the old, more enthusiastic and positive
Uncle that I knew and liked.

I was absolutely right.  This party would turn out to be the door that
opened up a lot of possibilities for me and Uncle Mark.  I had figured it
would be a way to show how much I loved him and to show him that he has a
home with me somewhere to come to after a hard day's work.  I liked playing
the homebody, working hard to clean up and decorate for later.  "Okay, you
guys..."  I said, as I heard his truck pull in.  "He's here.  Get ready."
I spoke to the animals to let them know that he was about to approach.  I
even jokingly said "Yell surprise!" but I laughed at my own comment and in
just the nick of time I got plopped down on the love seat and watched as he
came inside the house.  His chest was bare except for the beads of sweat
that had formed and his tight jeans hung just below his hips enough to see
the skin contrast and the majority of a happy trail, but not enough to see
any crack.  I was taken in by his image but pretended to be unaware of
anything going on.
          "So..." he said.  "How's it goin?"  He asked as he rubbed the
hair away from his face.  "You have a good day?"
          "Yeah.  It was okay."  I said, trying to sound dull and
uninterested.

I waited on the love seat to hear his reaction, but there was no scream, no
aahs or ohs, but instead he reentered the room and stood in front of me
wearing the party hat that I had laid out for him.  "This is wonderful..."
He said, holding back tears, though some escaped his grasp.  "Thank you.
You remembered my birthday."  He said.  "Thank you."  He leaned over and
hugged me.  I drank in the physical contact with him, as I had little in
the past week or so.
          "Happy Birthday!"  Was what I said as I stood up after him and
headed outside with the animals.  Uncle Mark's reaction was priceless.  He
seemed deeply touched by my gesture and his mood was that of a child,
playing silly games and having a grin that seemed to go from his right to
left ear.  I too was giddy with excitement as we cooked out and played hide
and go seek.  Uncle Mark was often like that, playing child games to make
me happy it was more like the old personality before we returned from
Disney world, so I was overjoyed at the fun we were having.  The day went
well, though by the second hour it began to rain.  It hadn't rained in over
8 weeks so it was over due.  It started out as just light sprinkles of
rain, so we remained outside, not quite ready to give up the fun we were
having.  Our dog Buddy was running with joy as it rained harder and harder
he loved rain, probably because we didn't get it often out here.  The rain
got worse and worse, but neither of us seemed to mind and by the time we
were ready to go in, we were absolutely soaked.  I loved watching Uncle
Mark out in the rain, his hair dripping onto his face and how he sprayed
when he shook his head to keep the water out of his face.  The way the rain
sat on his skin, making it glisten and bringing the moistness of his body.
I wished that he would kiss me as I watched him and he watched me.  There
was something in the air that day and it wasn't only rain.

When we went inside we were both soaked to the bone and tried to keep from
soaking the floors, which was pointless because just then Buddy came in and
shook himself and sprayed all the furniture and the floor.  For some reason
it struck a cord in both of us and we cracked up, right there and Uncle
Mark leaned on me for support.  "Well, kiddo..."  He said as he regained
his composure.  "Why don't you go dry off and change and I'll do the same."
He was still giggling as he spoke and it made me feel happy inside to know
that he was so happy.
      "Okay, see ya in a bit."  I said as I went into the bathroom to get a
towel to dry off with.
          "Alright sport."  He said and patted my butt as he walked behind
me to his own room.

As I began to change my first instinct was to close my door, but realizing
that if Uncle Mark were to go back into the living room he would have to
pass by mine, I had a thought.
  For some reason I liked the idea of Uncle Mark catching me changing, that
way it would be like an accident, but he would see me naked and the idea of
that excited me.  I decided that I would leave my door about « open so that
way he would have the opportunity to look, but it would also look like I
tried to close it or something.  I undressed slowly, trying to heighten the
chances of him walking by, but it didn't work and when I was all changed I
looked in the living room and he was no where to be found.  I knew he must
still be in his bedroom so I headed right for it.

When I walked through the door way, opening the half closed door fully, I
was pleasantly shocked by what I saw.  There he was, in all his glory and
beauty, laying on his back on this bed, naked.  His body was still
glistening from the rain, being dried slowly by the fan that was on the
'low' mode.  I stopped in my tracks before I entered.  I could see almost
all of his body except left leg and crotch which were covered by a bed
sheet just enough to cover his penis and testicles.  His right leg was
nearest to me and was bent upwards which also hid his crotch from me.  His
right arm was lifted also behind his head and his eyes were closed.  It
didn't take long for him to open his eyes and notice me standing there in
awe.  "Hey kiddo."  He said it as if this were an everyday occurrence, like
there was nothing abnormal about this picture.
          "Hey."  I said.
          "Just drying off."  He spoke in a slow, steady tone, much like
how he did when he would speak to me late at night, in bed at the hotel
room.  I guess it might have been sexy, but it wasn't as if he were
speaking sexy before so I took it as simply a bedroom tone.
          "Okay."  I stood there, still staring at him and not saying much.
I imagine now that my eyes were bugging out of my head and I was drooling
onto the carpet, below.
          "You look like you're still wet too, want to come over here and
dry off?"  He asked, in that bedroom tone.
          "Okay."  I always became shy when in these types of situations,
like when I had caught a glimpse of his butt at the hotel pool room.  I
walked slowly over to the bed, where he was laying as he scooted to his
left to make room for me.  I didn't immediately jump on the bed and lay
down, but instead I sat in front of the fan on the edge of the bed.  I
wasn't sure if Uncle Mark wanted me to look at him, so I tried to seem
uninterested and play along with his act of this being an everyday thing.

I started to become excited when Uncle Mark asked me to lay down.  "Go
ahead, lay back.  You're blocking the fan."  He said as he lightly pulled
me back by my shoulder.
          "Okay."  I said and followed his lead.  Before I knew it I was
laying next to Uncle Mark, wearing only my nylon gym shorts and he with
nothing but a bed sheet corner covering his crotch.  I had noticed that
when he scooted over to make room that his sheet had moved even more away
from his body, revealing a nice patch of pubic hair that led up to his
belly button.  I layed back and took in the atmosphere.  I loved being next
to him in this way and I could feel the cool air of the fan against my
body.  It was one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life.
          "Thank you Tommy."  He said finally after a long silence between
us.
          "Huh?"  I asked.
          "For throwing me a birthday party.  I really felt loved today."
He said and he leaned his head against mine, looking at me through the
corner of his eye.  "You know I dreamed about having someone just like you
for years.  I'm so glad I found you, kiddo."
          "I am too."  I replied.  "I love it here."  It was the most truth
I had ever spoke.  I was truly happy beyond anything that I thought
happiness was when I didn't have it.  I guess you could say that I dream
for a great life and my dream came true ten fold.
          "I'm glad you are."  He said and he wrapped his right arm around
my head and rested his hand on my shoulder.  I loved the feeling of Uncle
Mark touching me so much that instead of a jerk or jumping reaction, when
he touched me my body relaxed.
          "I am.  I wish I could have known you before."  I said, with a
new found bravery.  His touch had given me a sense of being welcome there,
in the bed with him naked.
          "Me too.  I would have had a much fuller life."  He turned his
head toward me and gave me a light kiss on the cheek as he stroked my
shoulder and arm with his right hand.

As we sat there I attained an erection that was probably the biggest I had
ever had.  I didn't even realize it, it had snuck up on me as I layed
there, looking at Uncle Mark's toned and rough body.  I didn't even realize
that I had a huge erection until Uncle Mark pointed it out.  "Excited?"  He
said with a light chuckled in his voice.  I looked down then to see the
hard on that he had been referring too, pointing his hand down.
          "Oh, yeah.  I guess so."  I said embarrassed as hell.
          "Hey, kiddo.  It's okay.  I told you before that you should be
proud of it."  He smiled and me and turne to his side to face me.  The
sheet made another move and unveiled his penis which laid soft now, down
towards the bed.  He smiled at me and I couldn't find it in myself to turn
my eyes away from the very large, tan meat that hung from his body, almost
touching my leg.  I was mesmerized by it and his scrotum that also fell
forward below his penis.  Looking back I think it was probably 5 inches
soft, but all I knew then was that it was big.  Uncle Mark noticed me
looking and looked at me then to his own crotch and back up at me again.
What remained of the sheet that lay on the left side of his body, he then
removed as me smiled at me.  "Curious?"  He asked me and I diverted my eyes
immediately.  "Hey!"  He said and he grabbed my jaw lightly turning my face
back towards him.  "It's okay to look.  I don't mind.  There's nothing
wrong with that."  He said and I looked down at it again, now with a smile
he had welcomed me to gawk and that was all it took so I got an eyeful.  If
it was possible my penis got harder and larger in my shorts and Uncle Mark
seemed to be watching it.  "You haven't seen a man's body before, have
you?"  He asked.
          "No, not really."  I said as I looked attentively.
          "Right.  Not naked, right?"  He asked me.
          "Nope."  I said and looked at him in the eyes.  Our eyes locked
with each others and there was a sincere comforted feeling I got when I
stared at his sky-blue eyes.  "Never."  I said with all the might I could
muster.
          "Well then feel free.  Look all you want.  You can ask me any
questions you want.  I don't mind, really."  He said.  His mood was
different as he spoke to me, he maintained that bedroom tone and he seemed
very attractive, even more than usual, to me.
          "Okay."  I said, but that was all I said and I continued looking.
A few minutes of silence went by and Uncle Mark lifted his left leg up and
bent it, displaying his crotch more and I could see that it had grown in
girth.
          "Well.."  He said.  I knew that what he was about to say wasn't
too easy for him because his voice cracked a bit and he had to take a
minute to swallow.  "As you know..."  He paused to place his left index
finger against his penis.  "This is a penis."  I shook my head to confirm
my knowledge.  "And this..." he continued.  "Well, these are testicles."
He lightly grabbed one through his sack so I could see what he meant.  "I
know that you know this stuff, right?"  He asked.  I realize now that he
was trying to convince himself that what he was doing was educational and
that's why he kept it up.  "But, what you may not know is that I'm
circumcised.  Do you know what that is?"
      "No."  I said back at him.
      "Well, when we're babies, sometime people decide to have the foreskin
cut off."  He said as he looked at my crotch.  "It's a religious thing
sometimes and some people do it because it's cleaner or something...I'm not
sure why."
     "Really?"  I said.
     "Yeah.  How about yours?  Is yours cut or not?"  He asked me and he
moved his head in closer to me.
     "I think so."  I said.  I knew that it had a head on it like Uncle
Mark's did, so I assumed I was.
     "Does it look like mine?"  He asked me.
     "Yeah."  I said as I turned to my side, with great bravery, so that
our faces were right up against each other.  I laid there with my elbow
against the pillow and my hand levied by my arm against my left cheek.  "I
guess so, it looks a lot like yours."
     "Cool."  He looked down at my penis which was sticking straight out
now, toward his which was thicker and harder, I could tell, but not fully
erect like mine was.  "You could uh..."  He said, pausing a little to clear
his throat.  I could tell it was hard for him to say.  "If you want...you
could show me."  He laid there with a very serious expression on his face.
He looked me deep in the eyes and continued, "Only if you want to though."
     "Yeah.  I do."  I said.  I began to tug on the elastic around my
shorts to pull them down, but Uncle Mark stopped me.
     "Hey, uh...why don't you stand up and let me see, like I did for you
at Disney world?"  He asked me very nicely with a sly smile.  I immediately
got up and stood in front of him.  Uncle Mark scooted toward me a little,
still laying there with his left leg bent in the air, displaying his
package and his left hand now running across his chest a little.
     "Okay."  I had a new found bravery in me.  I wanted badly for him to
see me naked, but before I hadn't had the impulse to actively take the
steps to do it until now.  As I began, I was facing him, with my raging
hard on pointing right at his face.  I pulled down my shorts, revealing my
black briefs a pair of Calvin Kleins that Uncle Mark had bought me for
Christmas.  I liked them a lot and Uncle Mark said that they would good
quality and that briefs were better to wear because of support.  I stood
there in front of Uncle Mark who sported a big smile on his face.  I was
still and looked right at him when he called me over.  With his finger he
motioned me towards him and when I got up to him I bent down.  He laid a
kiss on my lips that felt like magic.  It wasn't like those pecks that we
usually give each other, but this time it was heavier and more intense.  As
our lips parted I stepped back again.  "You're sure about this?"  He asked
and I replied with an expression that said it was ridiculous to even ask.
     "Yeah, of course."  I stood there, now tugging at my briefs and Uncle
Mark began to instruct me.
     "No, go slow."  He said and I could see his penis begin to enlarge
more.  "Turn around and we'll start with your butt."  I did exactly as told
and a couple times when I was slowly pulling my underpants down and looked
out of the corner of my eye, I think I saw him touching himself as he
looked at me.  I felt completely flattered to know that I made him feel
excited.  I pulled my underwear down enough to display by whole white butt
and I heard him say something.  "You're beautiful."
     "Really?"  I said, not turning around completely but looking back at
him a little.
     "Yes."  He said.
     "I'm skinny though."  I had always been told by the Moore kids that I
was too skinny.  I guess you could say I had a complex.
     "No."  Uncle Mark said with a sigh.  "You've just got some growing
left to do."  He spoke slowly and I revealed more and more, pulling my
underpants down to my knees, but still facing away from him.  "You're going
to have your choice of anyone you want someday."  He said.  I could sense
his smile and I fancied that he was still touching himself a little.
"Hell, you probably already have kids crushing on you all the time."
     "No I don't."  I said, in order to set him straight.  There were no
girls at school that even said that they had crushes on me, I knew that.
     "Oh yes you do.  Trust me.  Just not from the kids you expect."  He
said and I began to turn around.  As I turned I found Uncle Mark's penis
sticking straight out, full and thick.  It reminded me of a mushroom.  It
was so red that it almost looked purple on the head anyway.

Uncle Mark sighed very heavily as I turned and he gazed at me.  It was as
if he were in a trance, the way he was looking at my naked body as I stood
in front of him, looking him over with my eyes.  "Wow."  He said.  "That's
all, just, wow!"  I was surprised he reacted so cool to my body and it made
me feel like I was something special.  Surely he'd seen many boys in his
life and if he reacted to me this way I must have been a sight.  I smiled
at him.
     "Really?  Wow in a good way?"  I asked with the curiosity of a little
boy.
     "Absolutely."  He said.  "How big is that thing?"  He asked.  I had
never thought about the size of my own penis but only his and of course, I
wondered about Nathan.
     "Your's is really big!"  I said as I gawked more at it, pointing out
at mine.  I was standing so that our penises almost touched as I talked to
Uncle Mark, hoping they would.
     "Yeah, but...you...yours is big now and you have growing to do."  He
said.  I was glad he thought it was big and I smiled at him.  He didn't
smile right away because he was still so entranced by my penis.  He finally
smiled at me before he spoke again.  "You want to find out?"  He asked and
sat up, our faces meeting each other.  Our faces were so close together
that the situation would have called for us to part or for us to kiss, so
we kissed again.  Uncle Mark pushed me back lightly.  "Wait here."  He said
and he went into the other room.  "I gotta know."  He said and I sat down
on the bed, watching his heart-shaped butt jiggle as he left the room.

When Uncle Mark returned I was still hard as a rock, but his own penis had
subsided.  He came in with a tape measure and instructed me to stand up.
He then got down on his knees in order to be in the position to measure the
length.  I liked seeing him down there, his mouth so close to my penis.  It
was another thing I didn't understand at 11, but I just knew that I liked
it.  He pulled the measurer out and placed in beside my dick.  He didn't
touch it himself, though I wished he would and as soon as he completed it
he stood back up.  "You're already at 5 inches."  He said in astonishment.
     "Is that big?"  I asked.
     "Oh, yeah.  When I was your age I think I was at 4 inches, so..."  He
didn't need to finish his sentence, I got the message.
     "Cool."  I said and I looked him in the eyes.  In my mind I was asking
for more more touching, looking and more time together naked.  I wanted
more, but instead I got, what seemed like the brush off from Uncle Mark.
He stood there looking at my body and once again he became hard, but he sat
on the bed and I turned toward him.
     "You're gonna have to take care of that kiddo."  He pointed to my hard
on which was kind of starting to hurt a bit.  It was like it was so hard
that it was going to explode or something.
     "Yeah..."  I said, kind of suggestively.
     "I want you to know how to do it without your clothes, it feels so
much better that way.  I want you to get the best out of masturbation."  He
said seriously.  "I'm afraid that if you don't learn now you won't ever
learn how."
     "Okay.  Can you teach me?"  I asked, hoping he would.
     "Well, yeah.  I think."  He said.  He got up and reached in a drawer
and pulled out what looked like a fake penis and a small bottle of water.
"Okay."  He said.  I laughed a little at the thing that I learned later was
a dildo because it looked funny.
     "I know...it's funny isn't it?"  He looked at me and smiled.  "But
it'll work as a prop."  He held it in his hand and grabbed the bottle.
"This..." he said, "is lubricant.  A lot of guys use this to help when they
do it.  It makes it feel better."
     "Do you use it?"  I asked.
     "Well, yeah.  Why else do you think that half the bottle is gone?"  He
smiled at me and we both giggled a little.  It was nerves, I think.
     "Okay."  I said.
     "Anyway, you just squirt some on..." he said as he did it.  "A little
goes a long way."  He had some in his hand and with the other hand he held
the fake penis.  "You put some in your hand or on your...penis...and then
you rub your penis with it.  He did the motions on the dildo and I watched
attentively like it was one of my favorite movies.  I was more intensely
turned on by this display.  "Just like that.  See?"
     "Yeah.  I get it."  I said.
     "You get faster and faster..."  I could hear the slurping sound of the
oil on the dildo and for some reason it made me even more excited.  I could
feel my body tense up and my heart began to race.  "You understand?" he
said as he continued doing it, looking at me with all passion in his eyes.
I didn't know then what it was, but later I realized he was attracted to me
too.  It was then that Uncle Mark looked down at my penis and stopped.  "Uh
oh."  He said and giggled a little.  "You're dripping."  I looked down to
see a clear liquid stuff dripping slowly from my penis.  I thought
something was wrong.
     "What do I do?"  I asked, panic stricken.  By the time I became
concerned it stopped.
     "Oh, it's okay.  It just means that you need release.  So, why don't
you go to your room and do what I showed you.  Okay?"  He asked me.  I
obliged and I headed for my room.  "Here!"  He yelled at me.  "Use the
lube."  He threw it at me and I actually caught it in my hand and went to
my room.

I went into my room and tried what Uncle Mark had showed me, but it was all
in vein.  I poured the oil into my hand and rubbed and stroked my hard
penis, which throbbed each time I did it.  It felt really good when I was
doing it but when I started to speed up the feeling was more intense and it
scared me.  I got the incredible sensation that if I continued I was gonna
pee all over, so I continued at a slower rate, trying to envision Uncle
Mark's naked body and his hard, purple-tinted penis looking right at me.  I
wanted so badly for Uncle Mark to come into my room or have me stay in his,
but he didn't ask me to stay and although I left my door slightly open for
him, he didn't even walk by my room.  I failed at climaxing with the oil
and my naked dick, so I resorted to putting on some underwear and the
picture and rubbing myself until I got that wonderful feeling that intense
shaking of my body and pulsating of my penis.  It felt greater than it had
before, but the sensation was probably lessened, as Uncle Mark had told me
because I was wearing clothes when I did it.

Uncle Mark didn't ask me how it went but he didn't seem reserved at all for
the next week.  He only had to tend to the farm for a while, so he had a
lot of time to relax and for us to be together.  He seemed more relaxed and
less inhibited.  He kissed me a lot more often and patted my butt when he
was behind me, often when I was pouring cereal in the morning.  I really
liked the attention that he was giving me and how open he now was with me.
During this time also I got to see my Uncle Mark sunbath.  I had seen him
do it before, but never in the nude.  I now understood how he kept his
whole body so tan and how his tan line wasn't very dramatic.  He now was
open enough to sunbath nude as I played outside, laying face down with his
butt in the air.  I liked looking at him and often watched him attentively
while I fed the animals on the farm.

Chapter 5 "Becoming Close"

It was a whole week after the last incident and the weather was hot.  It
was always really hot in the first week of August, Uncle Mark had told me,
but I guess this was unusually hot, peaking at 112 degrees that day.  He
had decided not to tend to the farm too much that day and we went out
shortly to feed the animals then we retired to the house for the rest of
the day.  We had decided to watch some movies and eat popcorn and Buddy was
sprawled out on the love seat, where I usually sat.  Uncle Mark was seated
on the couch, against the left end, his legs spread and invited me to lay
with him.  I did, and we both sat there, me seated in between his legs and
my head against his chest.  This was how he'd been lately unafraid to be
close with me.  It had brought out in me a bravery that made me feel fine
kissing him when I wanted and cuddling with him often.

As we sat there and the movie came to an end I had a thought.  I got up and
stood by the coffee table, Uncle Mark just looked at me in a confused way.
I removed my Donald Duck shirt, in a way to hint to him that I wanted to be
naked.  I looked down at him and smiled giddily like a little boy.  He
smiled back and patted the couch in between his legs by his crotch to have
me sit down.  As we sat there and I flipped through the channels Uncle Mark
began to run his hands on my hairless chest.  I smiled at the feeling and
he continued, rubbing my nipples until they got hard and then down to my
belly button area.  I sighed with pleasure and Uncle Mark spoke.  "Is that
relaxing?" he asked and I shook my head vertically.  I could feel my own
shorts tighten up and I fancied I felt Uncle Mark's hard penis against my
back.  "You like that?" he asked and kept rubbing me.
     "Yeah, it's nice."  I said.
     "Good.  If you want me to stop just say so, okay?"  He asked.
     "Okay."  I remained silent because I definitely wanted him to keep
going.

It wasn't long before my penis was hard and sticking out through my shorts.
Uncle Mark smiled at me and I turned to him and kissed his smile.  He
returned the long, silky kiss.  "I forgot to ask you..."  He said as his
touch became more intense against my boy torso.  "How did it go the other
day?"  I didn't say anything at all, because I wasn't going to lie, but I
didn't want to have failed at it after he showed me and everything.  "Did
it work or not?"  He asked.
     "No."  I said with depression in my voice.
     "Oh."  He said as he began to rub my sides.  "Sorry, I mustn't have
been a good enough teacher."  He said.  "But I want you to learn."
     "I probably just didn't do it right or something."  I said.  "It
wasn't you."
     "I don't know how else to help you.  Did you do it anyway, with your
shorts on?"  He asked.
     "Yes."  I said, kind of ashamed.
     "Well, what was different when you did it with your shorts other than
your shorts?"  He asked me with all seriousness.
     "The picture!"  I exclaimed, after realizing that I had pulled it out
when I put on my underwear.  I realized immediately what I had said and
Uncle Mark looked at me confused.  By this time I had sat up a bit and
turned around to him, so my body was facing his completely.
     "Huh?"  He said.

I sat there with Uncle Mark and explained the whole thing.  I told him how
I had gone through his stuff and found the picture.  I told him that I
looked at it a lot when I masturbated but when I told him he didn't seem
mad, he just asked, "you saw the pictures in the closet?"  he asked me.  I
told him yes and he explained that they had been fraternity pictures.  I
think Uncle Mark liked the idea that I had masturbated to his butt because
he smiled when I told him that I figured out it was his.  I felt as if I
had opened myself up to him completely by telling him that and he didn't
react negatively at all, instead he just had a suggestion.  "So, then, you
need visuals to get off."  He spoke kind of to himself, I hadn't heard the
phrase "get off" before but I knew roughly what he meant.
     "Yeah, I guess so."  I said back.
     "Well..." he said and stood up.  "It worked when you looked at my butt
in the picture?" he asked.  I shook my head and he continued.  "Well,
then...maybe I can be a visual aid for you.  He smiled at me, I think he
was as excited as I was.
     "Okay."  I said, also smiling.
     "Alright.  Just lay down here."  He pushed me on the sofa.  "And pull
down your shorts."  I started to do it slowly because I thought that was
how he wanted it, but instead he ended up bending over and helping me pull
them down completely and he even sniffed my underwear a little as he pulled
them off and threw them on the floor.  "Mmm."  He said to himself as he
situated himself in front of me.  "Okay, kiddo.  You ready?"
     "Yep."  I laid there, rubbing my penis as he had shown me, when Uncle
Mark ran into his bedroom.
     "I'll be right back." He said.  It was only a few seconds and he was
back.  He had grabbed the oil and handed the bottle to me.  "Almost forgot
this.  I want it to be good for you and this stuff really does help."  He
said and he stood in front of me, slowly lifting up his shirt, exposing his
abs, which he flexed for me.  His stare was intense and he often diverted
his eyes from mine to my now throbbing penis as I stroked and pulled on it
as he'd taught me.
     "Is this right?"  I asked and he simply shook his head.

Uncle Mark's show got better and better as he finally got naked.  He
started with his shirt and after he was topless he massaged his own nipples
a bit.  The feeling I got when I was rubbing myself and looking at him was
wonderful.  It was as if my whole body was tingling with excitement.  He
then removed his shorts and then his boxer briefs.  He turned around to
give me a good view of his butt, flexing his cheeks so that they dimpled in
on the sides.  "You like this?"  He asked me and I just moaned a bit in
response.  I had never felt this feeling before when I touched my penis,
but I didn't want it to stop.  I wanted to freeze time and live my life
with my hand on my penis looking at Uncle Mark's hard body.  Uncle Mark
wasn't completely hard but sported a half-hard penis that seemed to be at
least 8 inches in length.  I loved the sight of it, laying against his
scrotum and his pubic hair, neatly laid against his skin, looking almost as
if it had been combed.  I loved looking at his body.

Uncle Mark began to instruct me then because, as he probably noticed, my
body began thrusting with the jerks of my hand.  "Go faster now."  He said
and I sped up.  I got the feeling again that I was going to pee all over
and I was scared.  I wanted to keep going but I was afraid that I was going
to pee all over the sofa and then Uncle Mark would be mad and I didn't want
to ruin this moment.  I began to slow down in fears of what might happen.
Sweat beads began and my whole body became tense and my heart rate went up
at least 10 times.  It felt so good it was almost unbearable, but I had to
slow down.  Uncle Mark yelled at me when he saw me slow my pace.  "Faster."
he said, not very aggressively and he jiggled his penis in my face a
little.  The feeling was too intense even to continue and I stopped.  "No!"
Uncle Mark exclaimed.  "Don't stop.  Keep going!"  I looked at him, gasping
for air and sweat running down my face.
     "But..."
     "No!  You gotta do it fast.  Don't be afraid!"  He was yelling at me,
but I knew he wasn't mad because he had a concerned look on his face.
"Damn it!"  He said as he grabbed the bottle.  He must have known I
wouldn't finish and he squirted some oil on his own hand and knelt down.
He grabbed my penis very hard.  His grasp seemed almost violent.  He pulled
and yanked and I could hear the slurping sound as he did it.  I was still
afraid but seeing Uncle Mark masturbating me made me want to climax even
more.  I needed it at that point, I needed to release.  "Like this!"  He
said and he got faster and faster in his motions until my whole body
tensed.  I grabbed for his other hand for mental support like the way a
woman grabs her husband's hand when she is having a baby.  I didn't
understand what was happening to my body and it frightened me.  I got
shivers all over my body and my hips involuntarily thrusted against my
Uncle Mark's hand.  He kept up his jerking and stroking and my whole body
convulsed and my penis throbbed.
     "Awww!"  I yelled.  I had no control over the moans and groans that I
made.
     "That's right, kiddo.  Yell if you want.  It's okay."  He held me hand
as I climaxed.
     "Oh God!  Uh!"  I could have woken the neighbors if he had any with my
yells.  "Uncle M..."  I yelled for his comfort and he slowed his hand down.
I had after shocks even when I came down from my climax--as I laid there
relaxed, every once in a while my body would convulse on it's own.  Uncle
Mark had a huge smile on his face, and he remained seated on the floor,
massaging my legs and tickled my scrotum a bit.

That incident opened a door for our relationship, though it sure didn't
seem that way for a while.  For days Uncle Mark seemed to be absent he
didn't kiss me often and when I tried to touch him he would smile and say
"not right now, kiddo."  It seemed as if he were mad at me or something and
my feelings hurt because of it.  I had resolved to approach him about his
callousness lately and how it made me feel.  That is what he'd given me a
sense of myself enough to ask questions and ask for things.  He had taught
me how to indulge my whims and how to live for my own pleasure instead of
just pleasing everyone else.  I wanted that relationship back.

A TV program came on about sex as I sat on the love seat and Uncle Mark sat
quietly on the couch.  He drooped his head down a lot lately as if he was
sad about something.  The show was very elementary and it was educational.
It was on the kids network, so it must have been.  According to the TV it
was "Teen Talk" week and so there were several shows in a row about sex and
drugs.  Uncle Mark was uncomfortable, I could tell, but he apparently
didn't want to send me a bad message by changing the channel being that it
was educational and all.  "Masturbation is natural."  The woman on the
program said.  "It's not bad or wrong to do it."  As she spoke those words
I saw the perfect opportunity to bring it up.
     "I know..."  I said and I looked at the TV as though I were talking
right to her.  "My Uncle Mark taught me that!"  I said, proudly.  He looked
over at me, didn't smile or anything and got up off the couch.  When he
stood he spoke.
     "Don't..."  It was all he said.  It wasn't even a mad tone or anything
but it made me snap.
     "Why not!"  I yelled.  He stopped in his tracks on the way to the
kitchen and looked at me.  "We both liked it, didn't we?"  I said.  I knew
what it was about it was obvious that it was about the other day when he
taught me to masturbate.
     "Seriously, kiddo..." he said.  "Don't..."  He turned away again.
     "Don't you like me anymore?"  I asked and began to cry.  I really
thought that what had happened made us close so his being so withdrawn made
me sad.
     "Oh God."  He said and ran over to me.  "Is that what you think?  I
love you, Tommy.  I do.  That's why we can't do that anymore."
     "Why not?  What's wrong with it?"  I asked him, looking up at his blue
eyes.
     "It was my fault.  I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that.
I always dreamed of a son like you and I crossed the line."  He teared up
then too and continued, looking right down at me, holding me in his arms.
"I hurt you."
     "No you didn't."  I told him with as much truth as anything I had ever
said.  "You saved me.  You saved me from my foster homes.  I love you!"  I
began crying more intensely now after I spoke.  Uncle Mark's tears fell
onto my face and I imagined our tears mixing together in love as he spoke
to me.
     "You don't understand.  I shouldn't be doing this with you.  I should
have a lover.  I shouldn't be attracted to you..."  He said.
     "Why not?  You told me once that we have to do what feels natural.
This feels natural to me.  I like it."  My tears dried and I tensed up my
face trying to get him to understand.
     "You do?  I do too but..."  He said.  "But, society..."
     "So?"  It was a comment that my generation made often.  It was all
that needed to be said.  It was a way of telling someone that what they
were saying was crap.  It was all he needed to hear.
     "I'm so lucky."  He said as he embraced me and I held him.  "To have a
son like you.  I can share everything with you.  It's just what I dreamed
of."  He cried with happiness now and so did I.  I could already tell that
all had changed in our relationship.  He pulled me away and looked at me.
He pushed his lips against mine and opened his mouth.  I could feel his
tongue at the gate that was my lips and I opened them.  I had dreamed of
this too.  Our tongues slapped together and I looked him in the eye as we
did it.  It seemed to last forever.  I was in such ecstacy.
     "Have you ever done that before?" he asked me when he pulled away.  My
mouth was wet with his and my spit so I licked my lips and spoke.
     "No."
     "That was a french kiss.  Did you like it?"  He asked me and smiled.
     "Yes."  And I did.  When I heard about doing it with girls it grossed
me out, but with Uncle Mark it just felt right.