Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 17:42:43 +0000
From: bencho1973@hotmail.com
Subject: Uncle Dean

I was desperate last year.  I was sure I'd be a virgin for life.  All my
classmates had already had sex, although they were probably lying about it
like I did.  My particular problem, as I guess was yours when you were that
age, is that I wanted to fuck around with another guy.  But I also had that
stupid notion that it was wrong for a guy to want to suck a cock, wedge your
own member into another boy's ass, or have him fuck you silly.  It was that
nagging thought that made me miss my first chance at male-to-male sex.

I live with my parents in an apartment building in Fort Lauderdale.  Our
floor neighbors, Sandra and Miguel, are an odd couple that we didn't
socialize with.  She is a teacher at the University in her late 40s and he
is probably in his mid twenties.  According to my Mom, Miguel was a bum who
lived off his wife, and a drunk who spent most of the time in the apartment
while Sandra was out making a living for the both of them.

One Monday afternoon, returning from school, I stepped out of the elevator
and found him at the trash chute wrapped in a towel.  The sound of a bottle
or two was still clanging its way down the 4 floors.  He smiled at me and
apologized for his appearance, that he was about to take a shower, but had
decided to take the trash out.  I had never really given Miguel a second
thought, maybe because of all the shit my mom had told me about him.  He
wasn't handsome, but I could now see he had a real nice, hard body.  The
thick line of hair that split his abdominal area and dived under the towel
to meet his cock and balls especially turned me on.  I must have stared at
his flat, olive skinned stomach for a second too long, because he tuned into
my interest and opened the towel to reveal a nice long piece of uncut cock
nested in a thick mat of black hairs.  I was startled and excited at the
same time, but as I told you before, I blew this first chance.  He told me
the towel was too tight around his waist and had to adjust it, and then
asked me if I wanted to come in for a coke or a beer.  I stuttered and told
him no thanks, and quickly turned to fumble with my keys and get into my
apartment.  Needless to say I hit the showers and took no time to shoot my
spunk fantasizing about my neighbor's dick, and the things I should have
done with it instead of running into my apartment like a pussy.  I swore
that if the occasion presented itself again I'd take it up, but for the time
being I didn't have the courage to knock at his door.  I really had no idea
if he was just toying with me or really wanted to get it on with me.
Sometime later my mother was once more bitching about "the bum next door"
and wondering why Sandra put up with him.  The image of his 7 thick inches
of flaccid cock made me smile quietly.   But the notion of him being a drunk
or worse made me temporarily forgot about him to concentrate my sexual
attention on Julian.

Julian and I had been friends forever it would seem.  We had already been
jerking off together for years, but urged on by my encounter with the
flashing neighbor, I decided to try to push our intimacy further.  It didn't
take much to get him to let me masturbate him and he eventually loosened up
enough to jerk me off without giving it much thought.  Holding his hot dick
in my hand, and fondling it was quite a thrill only surpassed by seeing it
gush sperm, his face grimacing with pleasure.  It was my loving hand that
made him cum, and that gave me some idiotic sense of pride.  One sleepover,
as I masturbated him, I threw all caution to the wind, and while he lay eyes
closed fantasizing about who-knows-what, I took half his cock into my mouth
and sucked on his salty member.  He propped his head up and asked me what
the fuck I was doing, but I just bobbed my head up and down on his cock a
couple of times more.

"Does it feel good?"  I paused to ask.

He just nodded and looked on in trance as I sucked his dick.  I had no idea
what I was doing, and by now I know I could have given him a much better
blowjob, but I imagine that the sight of his cock disappearing inside my
mouth was enough to please Julian, and I was soon rewarded with a
bittersweet mouthful of my best friend's spunk.  I was not too pleased at
the taste, and quickly went to the bathroom to spit it out.  That display
probably dashed what little possibility there was of him returning the
favor.  What's more, it was all too much, too soon for Julian, and he
started avoiding me.  I was initially pissed off and then sank into
depression.  That's the state I was in when Uncle Dean and Aunt Debbie paid
a visit from Chandler, Arizona.

My parents' typical plan for entertaining visitors involved a trip to the
beach, where some friends of the family owned a house.  Uncle Dean was
probably 50, no way as cute as Julian, but he was hot.  Clothed he was just
a fatherly looking, balding, mustached man.  But in his swim trunks he
displayed an astonishing build that showed he'd been playing sports or
working out for years.  His legs alone were huge masses of muscle, and when
he sat down the temptation of sitting on that firm lap was hard to resist.
His huge frame was probably intimidating to most, but I could just imagine
myself wrapped in his protecting arms.

My vivid imagination once more caught me off guard on the first day of our
beach outing, because he caught me admiring his body.  I told him I was just
amazed at his body for his age.  It wasn't much of a compliment for him, but
he took it lightly and was kind enough to tell me I was filling out nicely
and that I should take up sports.  He was sure the girls at school must be
after me like bees around honey, but I told him I didn't have a girlfriend.
He smiled and made the usual crack to beware of women or I'd end up tied to
a woman like my aunt.  That evening while I was getting out of the shower,
he barged into the bathroom.  He took a quick glance at my cock as he
apologized to say he'd come and use the bathroom later.

Day two, we were all in the sun by ten, but an hour later the "grown-ups"
had had enough sun and they decided to go to town to get food at the market
to make a barbecue.  I let them know I was not quite ready to leave the
beach, least of all to go shopping.  Uncle Dean surprised me by volunteering
to stay back and look after me.  When my uncle and I were out of hearing
distance from other swimmers, talk started getting personal again.

"I couldn't help noticing last night that you've grown a lot" and winked at
me.  I laughed nervously.

"You sure you don't have a girlfriend to take care of that for you?" I
responded negatively and he added whispering: "Well in the mean time, find
yourself a buddy to jerk-off with.  We guys know how what makes our tools
work better, don't you think?"

I decided to play dumb: "You think it's OK for guys to fool around with
other guys?"

"Sure, Benny! Almost everybody experiments when they're young but most guys
prefer not to speak about it."

"You used to jerk off with other guys, Uncle Dean?"

"Till our cocks were sore."

We both laughed, then he asked: "Are you fooling around with other guys?"

"Just one", I answered, "Julian".

He gave me a wicked look and laughed mischievously:  "I knew you couldn't be
keeping a big dick like yours to yourself."

I must have blushed.  Normally his behavior would have had no other
interpretation: he was hitting on me.  But in spite of my neighbor Miguel's
actions a couple of weeks earlier, I was naive about bisexuality and the
power sexuality had over marital status.  My uncle had been married to my
dad's sister for years, they had three grown up children, and the youngest
was in university.  Uncle Dean didn't fit in to my idea of a gay man.  But
now my head was swimming with images of him jacking off with young guys and
doing much more with each other.

Uncle Dean told me I was getting too sunburned so we got out of the water
and went into the beach house.  He got into the shower with his trunks on,
and told me to join him to wash off.  As soon as I was in with him though,
he pulled off his briefs and slapped them on the curtain rod and invited me
to do the same.  I was reluctant, because the sight of the old hunk's
dangling uncut meat was getting me really excited.  He told me there was
nothing to be shy about, he'd already seen me naked yesterday, but then he
noticed my rising erection and laughed.

"Don't worry about getting a hard on, boy, you'll be worrying enough about
not getting it later in life".  I stripped and displayed my semi-hard dick
to him.

"Holy shit, Benny!  You should be proud to show a nice piece of meat like
that."  Without asking he reached out to grab my cock and pull at it gently
until it was as hard as a rock.  His own cock was expanding and he started
stroking it.  His big strong hands looked like they could cause permanent
damage to my dick, but his touch was gentle and tender.  Soon my precum was
making my dickhead slip nicely in the palm of his hand.

"Does Julian suck your cock?" I shook my head negatively.

"That's hard to believe!  A juicy piece like yours just begs to be sucked"

He then knelt in front of me and licked the tip of my cock puckered his lips
and pressed them against my dick head. I saw half of my dick disappear into
my Uncle's moist mouth.  He hesitated, withdrew and then lunged forward
again maneuvering his head until my whole cock was in his head, lodged
somewhere in his throat.  When my dick wasn't traveling down his throat his
tongue would be all over my cock and balls.  He was jerking himself off at
the same time he was giving me head.  Uncle Dean may have been married to
Aunt Debbie for eternity, but he was definitely an accomplished cocksucker,
and I could tell he was enjoying my dick for all it's worth. Our moans were
echoing off in the bathroom, mixing with his slurping sounds and the shower
falling hard on the tile floor. Anyone walking outside by the high bathroom
window would have known immediately that two men were having some nasty fun
together under the shower.

Not content with playing with my dick, Uncle Dean's hand found it's way
behind my back and he began kneading my ass cheeks.  Then a finger slipped
up my hole and started sliding in and out of it.  By the time a second
finger joined in the attack I felt my climax building so I held firmly on to
his shoulders, quivered and whimpered like a girl as I came in his mouth.
He kept his lips pressed around my dickhead and milked my cock for every
last drop.  He stood up to face me pressing his enormous body against mine,
pinning me to the bathroom wall.  There was cum dripping from the corner of
his mouth and on his mustache and I pushed my head forward to let him know I
wanted the sloppy kiss.  He stuck his tongue in my mouth, giving me a taste
of my own seed.  But his cock ran up against my stomach as if begging for
attention.  I reached my hand between us to grab his hard organ, and started
stroking it gently.   I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until I made it spurt.

I knelt and looked at my uncle's cock with fascination while I stroked it.
My friend Julian's cock was nice and large, but he was cut, so the extra
foreskin on my uncle's dick was a joy to play with.  I was torn between
wanting to see it gush sperm, having him cum in my mouth, or convincing him
to fuck me up the ass.  I slid my hand over the wet shaft, feeling every
vein that decorated it.  I took of a curly hair that had lingered on his big
mushroom head.  I noticed his piss hole seemed to be more centered on the
dick head than it should be.  I darted my tongue out to lick it and
flickered the tip of my tongue all around his cock head as he had just
recently done to me.  He started giving me instructions on where to lick,
suck and kiss.  My uncle was teaching me how to become a good cocksucker.

But a guy who hasn't eaten in days doesn't bother putting a napkin on his
lap and choosing the proper knife and fork: he just devours whatever is in
his plate.  Maybe my uncle wanted some detailed attention, but I just wanted
a cock crammed in me, so I grabbed his by the thick base, inserted as much
of the organ into my mouth and started sucking like my life depended on it.

"Whoa, boy, you seem to like cock as much as I do!"

"Hmm! You have such a thick cock.  Have you ever fucked a guy with this?"

He made me stand up and kissed me deep, pressing me against him.  I ran my
hands across his broad back.  His fingers once more started playing inside
my ass.  He looked at me and smiled:

"So, you like getting fucked, son?"

I smiled and growled out "Yes!"

"You're full of surprises, Benny."  He slapped my ass and added: "If we're
going to fuck we'd better get comfortable."

We toweled off and wandered buck-naked into the room he was sleeping in with
my aunt.  Just as he was retrieving a jar of some kind of lubricant from his
travel bag, we heard the unmistakable sound of the car arriving at the
driveway.  We quickly got into our clothes and I had to dismiss any notion
of getting my uncle's dick rammed up my ass.  I was noticeably in a bad mood
during dinner and for the rest of the evening, and his occasional winks and
smiles to me were not making me feel any better.  He'd rub up against my ass
whenever he could, and feel my dick occasionally during the rest of the
evening.  The following morning things started out bad, because Aunt
Debbie's cheery mood and loving displays to Uncle Dean could only mean he
had satisfied his urges with her.  It's probably the first time I've ever
been jealous, but I guess I couldn't blame him.  I had jerked myself off
twice that night, so he must have been just as excited.

It seemed I was going to finally get what my aunt had enjoyed, when we
planned a walk down the beach "looking for seashells".  We walked a long
while till we found a secluded spot where I pulled down his shorts and
started polishing his knob again.  But the spot wasn't as solitary as it
seemed and we were suddenly interrupted by a round of obscenities thrown at
us by an old guy who didn't seem to think it proper for a young guy like me
to have his tonsils massaged by an older guy's cock.  We ran back as quick
as we could.  The next day he and my aunt were on a plane to Arizona.  We
keep in touch through the net.  Our e-mails have been at times hot, intimate
and affectionate.  He told me he was bisexual even if he did find sex with
guys much hotter, perhaps because he didn't indulge in it often and the
element of taboo added to the excitement.  He was also very disappointed at
not being able to fuck me, and told me he was also excited at the
possibility of me penetrating him, if I wanted.  No question about that, I
let him know.  He said he had to arrange for me to visit him next spring,
and we could go camping, something my aunt detested, so we were sure to have
time for ourselves.  I know it will be a long, unbearable wait.

In the mean time, Julian missed my attentions and we've begun having sex
again.  He's still quite the straight guy and he'll only go as far as
jerking me off, but he has no problem in letting me suck him off and he now
enjoys fucking me up the ass.

One fateful sleepover I couldn't contain my urges or frustration at not
being able to finish the deed with my uncle.  It wasn't hard to convince my
horny friend to stick his sausage in my bun.  I lay face down on my bed, my
hard on pressed against the mattress I was so excited at the prospect of
getting fucked.  When his dick pressed at my butt hole my dick felt like it
would explode.  Then I forgot all about my cock when I felt his pole inch
into me.  Then he started fucking me hard and good. It felt great to have a
guy in me at last.  But his first piece of ass was too exciting for him
because he hadn't pumped me for more than a couple of minutes when he
stopped and shook like a leaf, creaming the inside of my ass.  My itch had
been scratched, even if the fuck didn't last much.  Still, I wish Uncle Dean
had been the man to pop my cherry, and I wrote to him telling him that much.

I guess I'm still looking for a partner who'll take as much as he gives.
Heck, I don't care if I never get to fuck Julian or he never gives me a
blowjob.  But I do miss my uncle's hugs and kisses, but Julian's clearly not
into affection.  I've been on the lookout for my neighbor Miguel, the
flasher.  I'm sure to work up the courage to knock on his door soon.  Maybe
he won't mind giving me a little tenderness along with the sex.  That should
keep me satisfied until I get to sit on my uncle's naked lap.

Bencho Hurtado
June 2003