Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2022 18:14:08 -0600
From: Just Writing <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Uncle MK at the Beach House

Title: Uncle MK at the Beach House


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"Sharon, when are you ever going to get the time or the energy for a *free*
trip like this?"

"I know, I just- taking Dade out of school for a whole week-"

"Are you kidding me? The kid is a fuckin' genius. He could probably teach
THEM. Just go!"

My mother's best friend was over having morning coffee, as they often did
before her 12 hour shift at the diner. Our car had broken down last summer,
and now that it was cold, Maggie had offerred to pick Mom up on the days
they worked the same shift. Which, I found out, was 5 of the 6 days each
week. I was sad that Mom had to take the bus on Sundays, but I was only
making about 30$ a week on my paper route, and that usually went toward the
little things I needed for school.

I tried to get a job at the diner too, but the owner didn't allow people to
work there until they were 15. I had about 3 more years before that. In
this small midwest town, there wasn't much a boy like me could do to make
money.

They continued talking, and I wasn't trying to snoop, but in this tiny, old
2 bedroom apartment, the walls have no padding. I could hear everything.

"Look, it's a vacation! You get a break from the diner, and your rich
brother is paying for you to get there. Dade would love to get away from
his crap school, and jesus knows you need some sun..." She laughed.

I could hear my mom get up; our kitchen table and chairs were those old
1950s kind with the metal legs. "I just, that means no income for a week,
Karen. What about rent?"

"Dear, dear Sharon," Maggie sighed, "It's a week."

My Mother banged on the wall. "Dade, time to go!"

I met them both in the kitchen and they dropped the topic. We drove in
almost complete silence to my school, the first stop before they went to
work. Aside from Maggie swearing at the idiot drivers in the frosty and
slippery weather, not another word was spoken.

Walking up to the middle school, I didn't know what Mom had decided - or if
she made a choice. But, I knew what it was about, and I really hoped she
would say yes. I hated this school, and they hated me. Or, at least it felt
like it. Several bullies, boys bigger than me, who weren't poor like me,
seemed to find my boring clothes and generic shoes something worth picking
on me for.

Yeah, we were poor. Since Dad died, Mom couldn't keep up with a lot. We had
to sell the house, get a cheap apartment. The diner was all she could do
without a high school diploma, so we just kind of scraped by. We were
pretty happy I guess, just didn't really have much.

Apparently, bullies like Todd and Mike, who hit puberty before me and have
muscles and bulges and jaw lines and height - well, they seem to like to
push boys like me around. I mean, I'm not a wimp. I'm only 4.5 feet tall,
but just this last summer I got to join the soccer club, and so I'm fast,
and stronger than I was. I am still pretty thin, but I have actual abs, and
I had to get size 10 shoes already! Of course, they don't see that. They
just see Dade, the skater-hair, crappy clothes wearing, poor kid who has to
sit at the diner after school to get the free food his mom is allowed to
get each shift.

Todd and Mike, like usual, were hanging at the lockers. Yep, you guessed
it, they had the row right next to mine.

I won't go into details, but they usually find something to tease me about,
or slam my locker for a couple times, making me redo the lock over and
over. It probably doesn't help that I am one grade a ahead, so they are all
older than me, but not as smart. To me, the faster I learn, the faster I
can get a scholarship and leave this 5500-person town.

Which is why I really hope Mom will take Uncle MK up on his offer. I
haven't seen him since the funeral, almost 4 years ago. My dad was his
brother, and they were super close; when Dad was killed by that drunk
driver, MK vowed to quit drinking. He and Dad used to do everything
together. Fishing, football games, poker nights at the pub and grill - but
when he died, it's like MK shut down a little, and things changed. Uncle MK
stopped coming around; he didn't bring my cousin Sarah or Lisa over
anymore. Then one day, he just packed up with Aunt Mary and Sarah and Lisa
and they just... left. He moved to the summer vacation house that my
Grandpa left us in his will - and that was it.

Mom said that he and Dad may have been born a year apart, but that they
could have been twins. My memory is fuzzy on it, but I remember they did
look a lot alike. My Dad (Eric) and Uncle MK both were tall - they would
work out together, so they were both on the fit side. I remember they were
working on doing the summer triathlon, and we were all going to go to the
vacation house to watch them compete. It never happened.

So it was exciting to think about going to the vacation house. It was on a
beach, and in Florida!

Just before school ended that day, I heard my name over the
intercom. "Dade, Dade Murphy, report to the office."

A round of 'oooohhhs' were heard as the teacher gave me a hall
pass. Waiting at the office, was Maggie. Oh no, what was wrong! I started
to get a panic look on my face, but the secretary began to speak. "Dade,
Maggie here is pulling you out of school. Apparently your uncle has a
family issue, and your Mom needs to finish her shift. You will have to get
your homework from a friend when you come back."

I smiled wide, but then realized I might ruin something by being excited. I
calmed down, and just nodded. Maggie, knowing that I was now going to get a
vacation from this place, kept cool. "Yeah, uh, Dade - apparently your
uncle has a family issue, and wants you and your Mom to go help him. I'm
gonna take you home to pack, and then your Mom is gonna meet us at the
airport."

I was a little confused why Mom didn't come along, but Maggie assured me
that she just couldn't get out of the shift, and without a car, this was
the best thing. We went to the apartment, packed my stuff. Maggie packed
mom a suitcase, and off we went.

The airplane was new for me. Dad had always done road trips, so this was
very exciting. Mom made no big deal of it, but I could tell this was new
for her too.

Once we got on the plane, Mom crashed, and I took advantage of the free
peanuts and in-flight movie. The stuardess gave me headphones for free, and
I started to watch this really cool action movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger
and Jamie Lee Curtis. At some point, I did fall asleep, because I was woken
up by the same stuardess who asked for the headphones back, and instructed
us it was time to get off the plane.

Mom and I must've been a sight when we walked into the humid night air, but
I noticed that she was smiling. A real smile. I liked it. I offered to help
her with her bags, and we walked to the pick-up area.

Uncle MK was there. I noticed him immediately. It was like looking at my
Dad, from 4 years ago. He was leaning up against a Ford Explorer. He had on
tennis-style shorts and a buttoned shirt with mini pineapples on them. His
arms were folded, but not like he was mad - just waiting. I noticed that
his hair was light brown like mine, and he was at least 6'2. I think he
still worked out, because he had broad shoulders and his shirt looked tight
on his chest. His hair was slicked back, and he looked, well, cool.

I pointed him out to Mom, and we rushed to meet him. He gave us a brief hug
each, and I could smell that he was wearing some kind of cologne. It was
musky. His hug was tight, and when he let me go, I could still smell him on
me. I smiled at him, and he winked at me. Dad used to do that.

While we drove, the adults chatted about the last 4 years. Uncle MK had
gone through a divorce, and the kids were with Aunt Mary. He had invited us
out because he was selling the house, and wanted to give us a couple
things, and let us enjoy it before he sold it. I guess Mom had told him
years ago that we didn't want the house (though it was so cool to have it
on the beach), because we wouldn't be able to keep it up , and the taxes,
or something.

When we were finally there, it was just like I remembered. It was off a
curve on the road, and it lead down into a valley almost. The house faced
the ocean, but there were miles of beach on either direction. Uncle MK
mentioned that people come from both ways all the time, so there is always
someone 'in the back yard'. He also mentioned that we should probably stay
on the 'green side' of the beaches. Mom asked what that meant.

I watched my uncle unload the car, and he smiled lightly, winking at me
again. "Well, Shar, the green beaches are public, anyone, any age, and have
lifeguards."

She shrugged, nodding. He continued.

"The Red beaches are private, like our land here - no that anyone respects
it," he waved to the space between the house, the sand, and the water. "And
then there is the Black and White beaches, over there."

He pointed to the beach off in the distance. It had high rocks, jutting
surfaces, and the waves had been crashing into it for a bit. "Those are
risky, with no lifeguards. People usually go there when they want to be
alone - or with a date or whatever,"

He chuckled. Mom huffed, and mentioned how we wouldn't be going there. She
took her bag, walked up the stairs to the main house, and began chanting
about how long it's been, and how the place hasn't changed. As her voice
faded, I went back to the trunk of the SUV, noticing some of the groceries
my uncle had picked up prior to our arrival.

I watched him as his tight shorts rode up slightly each time he would reach
in for a bag. His arms were so strong, and he lifted 3-4 bags easily each
time. Turning to hand me a bag, I blushed. I hope he didn't catch me
staring!

"So, Dade," he asked, "How old are you now? You like girls yet?"

I laughed, and told him, "Sure, they're fine. I'm 12 now. But I'm in 7th
grade."

He nodded slightly, and seemed to confirm something in his head. "Well,
don't tell your mother this," he leaned in, "but the Black and White
Beaches are also clothing optional. So, I think you're old enough to know
that, right?"

All the blood from my face fell to my feet. He smiled, and I just
nodded. Nude beach?

He continued. "If you go, just don't tell anyone. It's just something no
one really talks about. It's not wrong, but it's not a show n tell,
either. Cool?"

I nodded again, and picked up a second bag. I could feel my own jeans begin
to tighten, and I started to notice how warm it was. Uncle MK didn't need
to see me getting a woody over this!

He took almost all the bags and I followed him with 2 in front of me. We
reached the front door, and he whispered one more time. "I go there in the
morning to get a tan and enjoy the start of my day."

Once inside, the topic was dropped. Mom and Uncle MK talked more, I was
issued a room to sleep in down the hall, etc. We had a nice dinner of
frozen lasagna and garlic bread. Without school in the morning, I was
allowed to stay up until 11, but I didn't quite make it. At around 10:30,
my mom shook me gently, and I rolled off the couch and walked to bed.

It was almost 10am when I woke up. Mom had already made coffee and
breakfast, and Uncle MK was working on something in another room.

I sat in the kitchen and sulked a bit. I crunched on some bacon, which was
super good. Mom casually mentioned that I had all week to enjoy the sun,
and fesh air and all that. I smiled at her, and noticed that she was
looking very pale. I guess the cold autumn back home wasn't really much for
tanning, so I reminder her of the same. We smiled, and for the first time
in a while, she was relaxed. And, not in a uniform! I don't think I've seen
her without a waitress uniform on in years!

But I was still upset. See, I guess I should have mentioned it, but, one of
the reasons I kind of get bullied is because, well, I got caught. Yeah, in
gym class. In the showers. Staring. I couldn't help it. One of the guys in
my class is uncut. I had never seen it before, and I looked. Too long. When
I got caught, I was teased for so long, and now people think.. well, they
think I like guys. That I am you know, 'gay'.

And this last year, every time I think about him and that uncut junk, I get
hard. Guys are all I think about when I am alone, and that's what gets me
to the part where I cum. I think about touching it, and touching me. I know
there's more to do, too.

So, when I woke up late, I knew I had missed it. Uncle told me that he goes
to the Black and White beach, and I wanted to see it. To see him.

I finished breakfast, and it made me feel better. Uncle MK offered me a
bicycle from the garage to get around, and told me just to lock it up each
time. I took him up on it, and began to scoot around. The beaches were not
too busy, I guess it's off season? So when I made my way through the Green
Beach, I was already bored. The ocean was nice, but I don't like the smell,
and there were no cute... guys? to look at. Sure, the girls that were there
were fun to look at too, but...

I decided that I had to check out the Black and White Beach.

The bike ride was fast. Wearing only my jean shorts and a t-shirt, I locked
my bike on a post, and read the sign.

"Beyond this point you may encounter nude bathers"

I felt my junk twitch at the thought of it. Other than the boys at school,
and a porn mag I found once, I had never seen naked people before. The YMCA
splits up the locker by age, so without a Dad, I never got to go into the
adult rooms.

I noticed there was a shower and a changing area as I walked up the first
grassy hill. The rocks were blocking the beach itself, which I guess made
sense. I realized quickly that I didn't have a towel with me, so I opted to
just take off my shoes, and rinse my feet off in the shower stalls. Maybe
there would be some people to look at?

I was out of luck. After rinsing my feet for about 5 minutes, not one
person came through. If I was going to try to see people, I had to walk
past the rocks.

My jaw dropped as I got around the first jagged rock formation. It wasn't
busy, but there, less than 75 feet from me, were around 5-6 people - naked!
An old, fat guy, laying in the sand. A guy and girl, laying on their
stomachs, talking side by side. A woman, maybe 40 or so, reading a book.

It was real! People did this! I did my best to keep my head and eyes
moving. I didn't want to be a perv, but I could feel my dick getting rock
hard. I didn't know what to do!

It was then, I saw another guy. He was sitting with his knees to his
chest. He looked at me, then down at my pants. I could feel myself blush,
and I knew that my own 5" were obvious. I needed to adjust, because it was
pointed down - but... how?

The guy lifted his hand into a flat position, and began to push an
invisible box down. "Sit down," he mouthed with his lips, his hands
repeating the downward push.

Oh! Good idea! I dropped to an indianstyle in the sand, right where I
was. I watched the man, maybe 30 years old, shake his head and chuckle. He
began to shake his body, his thighs, back and forth, then pointed to me. I
felt like I was 5 years old, but after repeating his motion, I
understood. My jeans slid down a little, and my junk wsa relived of the
pressure. I slid my hand over myself, and finally, my dick got pointed up,
and I sighed.

The man laughed. I noticed he was a shorter guy, small frame. He was
wearing these fire-engine red board shorts, and they were tied at his
waist. He still had his knees up, and I couldn't help but notice that the
leg holes were super wide. I kept looking, and he smirked. I tried to look
away, but when I looked back, he had changed positions. Now, his knees were
only slightly bent... and there it was. On the left leg, I could see
it. His dick. His uncut dick. It was mesmerizing. Did he do this just for
me? My eyes met his, and he nodded. Then, he tilted his head, and I watched
him look over to another set of rocks. He tipped his head one more time,
grabbed his junk, and then stood up.

My mouth gaped open. He smiled again, nodding to my own junk, and began to
walk away.

I think he wanted me to follow him? He looked back 2 or 3 times, grabbed
himself once more, then disappeared behind the larger rock formations. I
stood up, my dick now safely pointed up; was this for real? Did he want me
to follow him?

I looked over at the other folks on the beach. No one seemed to notice him,
or me. I couldn't follow him. I didn't know him. What if he was a
kidnapper?

No. I turned to the showers, and began to jog, then run, to my bike. I
worked the lock in no time, and was back to the Green Beach in minutes.

I didn't tell Mom or Uncle MK about that, and over dinner I wasn't pressed
to tell them what i did today, so I didn't give anything away. However, it
was all I could think about. After my shower, a quick search in the
bathroom was all I needed to find some hand lotion.

"Goodnight, Mom, Uncle!" I shouted, hopping from the bathroom to my room
with just a towel and the lotion. They were in the living room, still
talking about the last couple years. I briefly heard my uncle mention
something about how "Mary didn't understand," but I was too obsessed with
my own thoughts.

My towel flew off to the floor as my dick sprang to life. It had been 3
days since I was able to play with myself, and seeing that guy at the
beach...  I laid back on the bed, and pumped two squirts of lotion onto the
tip. It was cold, but my dick just jerked in response. I wanted to be slow,
like when I was at home, but I couldn't help it. My right hand began to rub
the slick Jergins into my skin, and my body began to react. I could feel my
legs stretch and tighten, my eyes clamped shut, and my breathing got
heavy. My hand began to speed up, and I imagined the guy at the beach,
slowly pulling his board shorts down. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to
feel it get hard. My body reacted to the thought, and I began to arch my
back. My other hand cupped my balls, something I learned recently, and that
did it. I held my breath, pumped my fist two more times, and blasted my
first shot of cum. 2, 3, 4, bursts of cum hit my chest, neck, stomach. I
bit on my lip to stop from screaming, each pulse of my cum making me feel
fireworks. I stroked the rest of the orgasm out, feeling my legs relax.

I used the damp towel from my shower to wipe down, and fell asleep almost
immediately. The man in the red shorts was amazing, and I hadn't even seen
him naked, not really.

My dreams were weird that night, but thankfully I had remembered to set my
alarm. My eyes jolted open, and I listened for movement in the house. I
waited.

The water heater outside kicked in. The rope swing squeaked. Finally, what
I was waiting for - the screen door creaked. I twisted my naked body, still
slightly crunchy from cum on my stomach, and peeked up through the window.

Uncle MK, wearing only some grey, super tight shorts, and a towel over his
shoulder, began to walk to the Black and White.

I had a plan. I found my second pair of shorts, the swimming ones. It had a
mesh to help keep things in place, but they always made me feel pretty
sexy. I slipped them on, and looked at myself in the dresser's
mirror. Without a shirt, I flexed a little. My abs were still there, and my
shorts gave off a nice bulge. I felt myself start to get hard, and I
imagined what my uncle would do if he saw me hard. It made me harder.

I forced myself to stop the distraction, and headed downstairs. Like uncle
MK, I grabbed a towel, no shoes, and tiptoed out the door. He was no longer
visible, so i jogged a bit to reach the Blank and White beach.

I approached the shower area like before, and slowly crept around to the
main beach. I didn't see anyone in the changing area, or the beach
itself. Where was he?

He must have gone to the second set of rocks. I was afraid to go over there
before, so I don't know if I can be sneaky. I started to second-guess my
plan, but my dick wouldn't let me. I had to know what Uncle did each
morning.

My hardon made me braver than my brain, so I walked along the rock
line. Peeking around, I couldn't believe my eyes. I held my breath. Uncle
MK was just sitting back, naked, onto the towel. He lowered his sunglasses,
and began to slowly stroke himself. His hand massaged his dick, and with
each slow stroke, he would shift his hips. I could see his dick get harder
as he got into it.

I couldn't believe it. My plan had worked, and I was watching him jerk off!
I dared not move. He moved his left hand up and down his naked body, and I
could see him stretch his leg, like I did just the night before. He was
getting heavy strokes now, and I could see he was bigger than anybody I
have seen before.

My own hard-on was jutting up into my stomach, and my hand slowly started
to grip it. I could feel myself pulse lightly at the gropes, and I wished I
could get closer to him, see it up close. I wanted to touch it. I know he's
my uncle, but right now, all I knew was that he looked amazing, and his
dick was perfect.

"If you're going to watch, come over here." I was stunned. In my daydream
about him, I hadn't realized he spotted me. His hand stopped stroking, and
he raised his sunglasses. He was looking right at me.

He raised himself on his elbows, and I watched his hard dick flop to the
side, the weight of it not able to stand straight up. I didn't know what to
say. I was frozen.

"Seriously, Dade, it's ok. Guys like to watch," he urged. "We all do it. I
won't tell if you don't. Come on, come over here."

He flicked his head, luring me over. Again, I don't think my brain was
doing any thinking, because in no time, my feet were moving toward him.

When I was close, he spoke. "Have a seat. Watch if you want, jerk off if
you want. That's what this part of the beach is for."

His hands went back to his dick, and his glasses slid back down. Now laying
flat, he closed his eyes. He let me watch as he used his fist to pump his
dick, slowly, up and down. The tip started to leak a little, and I thought
he was going to cum. I caught my breath.

"It's just precum, Dade. I leak a lot. Natural lube," he said, not opening
his eyes. "It's pretty tasty, they say..."

I didn't move as he began to stroke again. His pace got a bit faster, and
his strokes got more rough. He groaned a little as his hips matched his
strokes. Slow, then fast. His legs stretched and his toes got tight. I
think he was close.

"Buddy, I'm getting close here, so, you need to, ugh, uh.." he moaned
again. "If you're gonna jerk off with me, you better whip it out."

My mouth dropped. To this point, I had forgotten my dick was straining in
my shorts. I went to touch it, and gasped. My whole body convulsed as I
began to cum, in my shorts, sitting next to my uncle.

He heard me begin to pant and convulse, and looked over. Seeing my shorts
pulse and begin to darken from the wetness, he couldn't wait any
longer. His fist began to beat fast, and his cock tip got thick.

"Holy fuck Dade, that's hot - I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

There were no more words, only a low moan as his dick shot a huge volley of
white thick cum. The first load hit me on the arm, then on my shorts. I
could feel the hotness of it, and realizing what he did, he twisted back. I
watched his fist point himself back to his chest, where 2 or 3 more shots
of cum hit him. His breathing slowed, and his moan subsided, and I just
watched in awe.

He lifted his hand to his tongue, licking off the dribbled cum from his
thumb and fingers. "It's pretty good this time," he said to himself.

I couldn't help it. I lifted my forearm to my lips, and tasted the sticky
fluid that he shot onto me. It was salty, and still warm. I couldn't tell
if it was the ocean air, of not, but I did kind of like it.

He said nothing, watching me scoop some and lick more of it from my
shorts. I didn't look at him, but I knew it was ok to do it. I liked it.

He stood up, looking down at me. I had cum on the inside and outside of my
shorts. He put his hands to his hips, and then looked to the water. "Well,
it's cold, but we need to get clean."

With that, he took my hand and pulled me up. He smiled, looked to the water
and began to jog. I followed along, my hand holding his, until the icy cold
water enveloped my midline. I shouted from the shock, as did he, and we
laughed and swore at the same time. Immediately knowing this was a terrible
idea, Uncle MK ran back to his towel, then pointed to the showers.

Luckily, the water was really warm from the morning sunshine, and we were
able to rinse the salt and sand.

As we walked home, Uncle MK stopped me. "This was our time, right? No one
elses."

I nodded, as I knew what he meant. At home, we parted, and I took another
shower. My shorts were rinsed clean, so I hung them to dry, and snuggled
back into bed. It was only 8am, and I didn't see Mom up yet.

The next couple days, Mom and Uncle MK ran errands, packed some boxes, and
moved around some furniture. He wasn't selling it for a while, but he told
us that anything we want to keep or sell is ours - so Mom did some
inventory, and posted a couple things on the local shoping bulliten
board. I tried to be helpful, but most of the time I was just in the way,
so I took some more time to go to the nude beach. After the 2nd day, I
noted that there were always the same few people, and then the new random
people like me. Red shorts didn't come back, but I didn't care. Uncle MK
was who I wanted to see.

Friday, the last day of our stay, I got what I wanted. I awoke to a light
shaking on my shoulder. "Dade, I'm going for a tan. Come with me."

Uncle MK and I walked the beach, heading to the spot he was at the first
time. We were almost matching now; I had remembered my sunglasses, and a
towel; he didn't wear sandals this time.

I was about to stop at the second set of rocks, but he nudged me to keep
going. I followed him over the rocks, and down a long narrow path. After
about 200 feet, we were surrounded by high rocks, and only a trace of
water. I figured this was only filed with high tide; he agreed with me.

He set down his towel and I did the same. I was nervous, but excited. I
couldn't believe this was real - my very own Uncle had shown me how he
cums, and I hoped I would get to see it again.

We sat down next to each other, and I prepared to see his dick again. I was
already getting hard, and I groped myself a little. He smiled at me,
revealing two small bottles from his waistband. I looked up at him,
confused.

"Dade, I want to uhm,. I need to explain a couple things."

I fell to my side, balancing my head on my hand. My did was rock hard, and
I could see the outline of his from his shorts. "Oh, uh, ok, Unc'?"

His body language changed a bit, and got really serious. I sat up indian
style, and waited.

"Yeah, so, you need to keep all this - everything I tell you - everything
that happens here - needs to stay in this cavern. Ok? You Promise?"

I just nodded. He looked into my eyes, reading me. He needed to see that I
was going to keep a secret.

"I promise," I whispered. Satisfied, he began speaking, slow and low.

"I'm got a divorce because I am bisexual." he started. "That means I like
men and women for sex."

I nodded. I'm not that young.

"The divorce happened because the only guy I was ever with - the only one
who I wanted to touch and have sex with... was your father. Eric and I were
lovers."

I am sure my jaw hit the floor, but I couldn't move. I needed to hear the
rest.

"When he died, I gave up on men, and was very faithful to your Auntie. But
after a while, I couldn't do it. I needed to be with a man. I know you're
young, but I'm telling you this because - well, because I've been with men,
and women. And I enjoy the comforts and sex from both."

I could tell he wanted to say something more, but was struggling. I put my
hand on his leg. He looked at me, sadly, but with hope in his eyes.

"Dade, here's the thing. I'm selling the house and all that, to get you and
your mother a better setup. The money will go to you both, and it should
get you settled with enough for college. It's the least I could do, since
your dad was like... well he was special to me."

I lept to him, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. I couldn't believe it,
was this real? But why did he bring me here to tell me this?

As if reading my mind, he pulled me back and looked me in the eyes. "Dade,
when I saw you at the airport last week - something hit me like a tonm of
bricks. You. You look SO much like your father when we were your age."

I blinked. This whole time I thought Uncle MK was like my dad, and he
thought I was too?

"I'd like to share a very special and private thing your Dad and I used to
do - but you have to want it as well. And, it may hurt you a little, but I
am sure you will love it. I think you are like me - at least bisexual - and
I want to fuck you."

I didn't know what to say. I had never thought about fucking... I didn't
know what to do. He saw my mind racing, waiting.

"Dade, if you say no, then nothing will change. I will still be your uncle,
you will still get the money from the house. But if you say yes... then I
will be your first lover. I will be able to share something that I've
missed so long from your father. Your call."

I wasn't bisexual. I knew, right then. I was gay. And I wanted my first
time to be with Uncle MK. "I'll do it, Unc'."

He didn't wait for anything more. He stood me up, slipping my shorts
down. My 5" of cut dick sprang out at him, and he pulled me close. Without
warning, his mouth wrapped around my shaft, and I almost collapsed from the
feeling. Never had something felt so good down there. I moaned softly, my
voice high, like before puberty. I felt his broad, strong hands holding me
in place, holding me standing, his fingers kneeding at my butt.

Instinctively, I put my hansa on his shoulders, and he began to slurp me in
and out of his mouth. His tongue lapped at my shaft, and he would flick the
tip with every third or forth thrust. I felt my balls tighten, and I knew I
wouldn't last long. "Uncle, I'm gonna cum soon..." I warned.

He stopped quickly, pulling me out of his warm, wet mouth. "No, no.. I need
to fuck you first."

I felt confused. Weren't we 'fucking'?

He took to his feet, and pulled his own dick out, sliding his shorts
down. My eyes fixated on it. "Touch it, Dade. It's what you wanted, right?"

I did want it. His thick cock, hard and veiny, was right at my chest. I
wrapped my hands around it slowly, and he tilted his head back. "Yessssss,
boy, stroke it with both hands."

His dick was long enough to use both hands, and I slowly started to slide
up and down. briefly, he snatched my hands pulled them to his mouth, and
spit into them, three times. He put them back to his dick, now slippery,
and began to pull it between my fingers. I watched as the head would pull
back and then slide towards my chest. I swirled my fingers a bit, and he
moaned. "I need you to suck it, buddy."

I looked up at him, and he took over. Both of his hands took to my
shoulder, and pushed down. I got to my knees, and looked up at him. "Oh,
yeah, that's perfect, Dade. Now open your mouth, I'll guide in. Watch your
teeth."

I didn't know what I was doing, but he pushed my hands away and held his
own dick. As I opened my mouth, the tip went in. To watch my teeth, I had
to open even wider. He pushed in, and I began to gag. "Yes, that's it boy,
I know it's big.. just try to get some in there."

He pulled back some, then pushed in again. Over and over, he would push in
a bit, then I would gag. Soon, he slid his left hand behind my head. His
dick was in my mouth, and he pushed deeper. I felt like I was going to
throw up! He pulled back, and before I could tell him it was too much, he
did it again. And again. Spit and snot was coming out my nose as his hand
held my head against his cock. I was getting scared, and my eyes were
watering. I was about to start fighting him, but then he said, "You're
doing great, baby boy, just like your daddy did."

I don't know why, but having Uncle MKL say that made we want to try to keep
going. No, not try. I needed to. I wanted to please him. My throat was
gagging, I was getting mucus all over his long, rigid shaft. All the time,
his hand was guiding it in and out, and his other was holding my head in
place.

But then, he stopped. He let go of my head, and my body instinctively
pulled away. I watched him stroke himself a couple times, and then he spit
into his hand. His eyes got hungry, and he lowered his voice.  "Ok, you
ready for it, boy? Time to make you a man."

I wasn't sure I was ready for whatever was next, but I didn't have a
choice. I had completely forgotten about the joy on my own dick his mouth
had given me, but I looked down to see that I was still hard as a rock. I
told myself that if my body is liking this, it must be ok.

Uncle MK guided me, still on my knees, to the towel he had lain out. with a
light push, i fell to my stomach. I reached for my dick, since it was
poking into the sand, and rearranged. I stayed face-down, and he dropped to
his knees.

From this angle, I felt his slimy, wet dick against my butt. "Wha.. What
are you gonna do?" I asked.

He leaned down, his chest barely touching my shoulder blades. Holding
himself up with one hand above me, I could feel his hardness rubbing
against me. Each time he pulled his hips back, the tip would slide between
my butt.

With his other hand, he grabbed the two small bottles. Popping one open, I
felt a cool liquid run down the crack of my butt. He tossed the bottle in
front of me, and with his free hand, scooped up some of the liquid, and I
could hear the squish as he rubbed it onto his dick.

As he stroked, I could feel the tip sliding up and down my backside, and
every few motions, it would touch me right at my hole. I felt wet and
greasy now, all over my back and butt. He turned his head to my ear and
whispered, "Lube is one of two essential liquids for getting fucked, Dade."

I started to feel a bit afraid. I started to pull away, but Uncle MK
relazed his arm, and his body pushed into mine. Softly, he wrapped one arm
around my chest, and kissed my neck. His dick stayed motionless between my
legs, and I could feel the tip of him under my balls.

"Dade, I'm going to make you feel a litte relaxed, and it will help for the
first part. Once I get started, it may hurt, but I promise, you will like
it ok?"

I could feel his breath on my neck, and I could hear his heartbeat on my
back. His body was carefully holding his weight so I was secure, safe, but
not crushed. I nodded, and he reached for the other bottle.

With one hand, he flicked the twist cap, and the brown bottle
opened. reactively, when the top fell to the towel, I grabbed it. He held
his thumb over the top of it, and brought it to my face. "When I move my
thumb, I am going to put this to your nose. All you have to do is sniff it
deeply 3 or 4 times. It will make you feel so good, ok?"

I wasn't sure what it was, but I could already smell the weird chemical. I
did what he said. He brought it to my nose, and with a thumb, he closed one
of my nostrils. I inhaled deeply. The third time, it burned my nose, and he
switched me to the other nostril. I inhaled again.

My whole body began to feel light, and relaxed. Uncle MK quickly took the
cap from me, spinning it on the bottle. "You're ready, I have to do this or
it will hurt too much. I'm sorry Dade, "

In an instant, a piercing pain tore through me. Uncle MK had pulled up off
me, aimed his dick, and slide it right into my butt hole. The pain I felt
mixed with the softness of the chemical in my nose was too much. I didn't
know how to scream or tell him what I was feeling. I couldn't breathe, and
my hole felt like fire.

"Easy, easy Dade, I know it hurts-" he remained motionless. I couldn't pull
away, but he wasn't pushing in deeper. "Once you get used to it, I mean
once you relax with it... it will feel better."

My wind came back and I finally began to breathe. I started to moan. "Good,
that's good. Here, sniff again."

The brown bottle was placed to my nose again, and soon, I was feeling soft
and light. The fire from him inside me began to lessen, and i could feel
myself begin to stretch around him.

He could feel it too. "Yessss, pal, that's it. You got it. One more hit of
this, and we can get to fucking!"

Another sniff or two of the bleach-like liquid, and he began to move. His
arms wrapped around my chest, behind my arms and to my neck. He held me in
place, using his hips to pull himself slowly out of, and back in deep. I
could feel him sliding every inch against my hole. When he was fully in me,
I felt him poke at my insides. When he pulled out, I felt hollow,
empty. "Yes, buddy, this is it. You're no longer a virgin," he whispered.

He held my neck like that tight, forcing my body to fold tight to him. He
started getting faster, and it made me flinch and moan. I couldn't help it,
the pain was mixed with something good, and when he hit it, I could feel my
body flash.

His thrusts got faster, and he kept getting deeper and deeper. He began to
whisper to me, things like, 'take it, Eric', and 'you need this in your
hole'... Soon, he was going very fast, and I could feel him hitting
something inside me.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, Uncle," I tried to say.

"What buddy, you like it don't you?" he answered.

I could feel it inside me now, and it was going to make me cum. I had to
tell him. "I'm gonna cum, uncle...Uncle..."

With that, he let go of his hold on my neck. He pulled me by the hips,
bringing me up with him. Without pulling his cock out, he was now thrusting
into me, holding my hips, making me bent over like a dog. I felt his grip
on my hips get tighter, and I knew something was happening.

"Fuckin' cum for me Dade. Shoot it," he commanded. I didn't have to touch
myself. This new position was hitting something in me, and his words made
my whole body convulse. I could feel all of me get tighter, and my butt
gripped onto his dick really hard. I was cumming into the towel, without
having even touched myself.

"Oh, my fucking god!" he shouted. He began to push into me as hard as he
could, and I could feel his dick fighting my tightened hole.

"I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming," he shouted, pulling my whole body
into him. He went completely rigid, and I could feel him pumping against
me.

"Filling... you..." he moaned. His hands gripped me tighter than I've ever
felt. He held me in place, letting his dick pulse and pulse.

When he was done pulsing, his whole body went weak. I felt him let go of my
hips completely, and he let me fall to the towel.

I felt his cock pull out of me, but then felt wet everywhere. I started to
flinch, but he placed a hand to my lower back. "It's ok, no blood, just
cum. You did good, don't move."

Blood? He pulled me up, standing me straight, then we walked to the rocks,
climbing slowly over the break wall. The ocean water was freezing, but felt
good on my backside. Gently, he stood in front of me, washing and wiping me
with his bare hands. He washed away the cum on my dick, and slowly and
softly stroked my hole. I watched him rub his own dick a few times, then we
went back to the beach. He wrapped me in his over-sized towel, using my
smaller one to dry me off.

"Are you ok?" he asked, once I was dry. I nodded. I was ok.

We went back to the house, and I asked if I would feel this sore for
long. He chuckled, and stopped me. "Our secret right? Ok. No, you
won't. It's like a bruise. You'll be fine soon. And if you ever do this
with - another boy - he won't likely be as big, so... let's just say you
got the full version this time, so you can handle the smaller ones
later. If you want."

I had to leave with Mom that weekend, and when I got home, I thought a lot
about Uncle MK. We visited him in his new house, with his new partner, and
never talked about that week again. He knew, and I knew, that it was a
special thing.

It wasn't until I was 15 that I got to know what it felt like to push my
own dick into another guy. But that's another story. :)


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