Date: Wed, 05 Dec 2007 17:58:05 -0500
From: cubnblue@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Wade & Me

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Disclaimer: This is the story involves sex between a teenage male and an
adult male who happens to be the teenagers gaurdian. If this topic disturbs
you please quit reading now. While some of this story is fictionalized a
large portion of it is true Names of places and people have been changed to
protect them.


Uncle Wade & Me

My dad died in the line of duty when I was seven, and my mother passed when
I was fourteen.  My Dads partner whom I had grown to call Uncle Wade
stepped up and took me in.  He had always been there for me and going to
live with him didn't seem bad at all.  Uncle Wade wasn't married and didn't
have any kids of his own, but you wouldn't have known it.  Before living
with him, Uncle Wade had been a lot of fun.  He took me on my first
multiple night camping trip, taught me how to shoot a rifle, and even gave
me my first sex talk.  Uncle Wade was responsible for a lot of my firsts.

Uncle Wade was a very handsome man.  Very masculine, he stood about 6'4"
weighed in at 230.  Rugged good looks with a square Jaw and broad
shoulders.  He had dark hair and a thick but trimmed mustache, and blue
eyes that made you at ease.  I remember my parents saying he had women
chasing after him.

Taking on a teenager fulltime is a big task, and he did a great job.  Most
people that met us assumed we were father and son.  He dove into duties
that even real dad's have trouble keeping up with.  He fixed me breakfast
every morning, packed my lunch and dropped me off at school before going to
work as a police officer.  In the afternoons he carted me to whatever after
school activity from soccer practice to boy scouts, heck he even found time
to become a scoutmaster for my troop.  In the evening we went home where he
cooked dinner most nights and helped me with my homework.  His
tentativeness made my loss much easier to handle.

When I turned 15 Uncle Wade suggested I have a party and invite my buddies
and some girls.  He said it would be a great idea for me to mingle and
maybe finally find a girlfriend.  A party sounded cool, even though I
really wasn't too enthused about the whole girlfriend thing.  I hadn't met
a girl that I had liked more than a friend, and I really had no real urge
to have one anyways.  It just wasn't a priority of mine.  The morning of
the party Uncle Wade set me down and reminded about the reasons to be safe,
and while he thought I should wait till I was older to have sex that if I
did, he didn't want me to have an excuse not to wear a condom, so he handed
me a couple and told me to put them in my wallet in case I needed them
later.

The party was held in the barn behind our house.  Everyone had a good time.
The party was supposed to be over at 1:00 a.m.  At about 11:00 p.m., my
uncle and his buddy who had volunteered to help him chaperone the party
decided to go into the house and give us some room.  We were young adults
he said and "should be given some level of trust".

After they went into the house the party really started hopping.  A lot of
necking was going on and most everyone had a partner.  My closest buddy
told me that his girlfriend's cousin who was with her really liked me, and
that I was a fool if I didn't get "some of that".  I talked with her for a
bit, and she asked if I wanted to go sit somewhere I said sure, and we went
to the back of the barn were there were a few hay bales my uncle used to
feet our horses from.  Mary wasted no time in stealing a kiss, and it was
obvious to me very quickly that she was more experienced than I was.  Soon
we were making out, and Mary wanted something I wasn't too sure I could
give her.  After necking for what seemed eternity, Mary asked if something
was the matter, and if I wanted to make love to her.  I guess It was either
the peer pressure or something I just felt I was supposed to do, so I
pulled out one of my trusty condoms , placed it on my penis just as Uncle
Wade had told me to some time before, and slid myself into her vagina.
Needless to say the sensations and my lack of experience resulted in my
cumming very quickly.  I pulled out making sure that I did not spill a
single bit, and rolled off Mary.  Mary kept saying that it was wonderful
and kept trying to kiss me more.  I felt trapped and even worse I felt
dirty.  Luckily the party was winding down, and most of the kids were
leaving and had already left.  Mary and her cousin left as soon as Ron and
she came down from the loft.  I couldn't help wondering what they had done
so different since they were giggling and laughing. I didn't want Mary to
feel bad so I kissed her goodnight before Candace dragged her off to her
awaiting car.

After the party I couldn't get into the house and take a shower fast
enough.  I couldn't get the feeling off me.  I felt completely dirty and
scrubbed for ever trying to make myself feel clean again.  After my shower
I passed Uncle Wade and his buddy Joe, sitting at the table playing cards.
I hugged Uncle Wade goodnight.  He asked if I enjoyed myself.  I told him
it was nice and thanked him for it.  He smiled and said he would see me in
the morning.  I went to my room climbed into bed and tried to get to sleep.
The dirty feeling still wouldn't go away, and I began to cry.

Uncle Wad apparently thought something was wrong when I went to bed and
heard me as he stopped by my room to check on me.  He came in and sat on my
bed and asked me what was wrong.  I explained to him what I had done, and
how I felt.  He smiled and pulled me up to him and hugged me.  He told me
that I would be alright in the morning, and that it was natural to have
regrets after losing your virginity.  I calmed down, and Uncle Wade said
"Well, now that you're officially a man, I guess it wouldn't hurt if you
hang out with the men a bit, get out of bed and come play some cards with
us".  I got out of bed and went back into the family room.  Wade had Joe
deal me in as he grabbed some beers.  Uncle Wade came back from the kitchen
and handed Joe a fresh beer then said "Here ya go sport, drink up!"  I
drank my first whole beer (I had taken sips of his when I was younger) and
quickly had my first buzz.  It wasn't long till I felt better and decided I
needed to go to bed.  Uncle Wade and Joe laughed and teased me calling me a
light weight, but patted me on the back and said "See ya in the morning
buddy".

Over the next year my uncle taught me more of what being a man meant.  It
meant helping the widow neighbor when she needed it.  It meant taking on
more chores around the house and doing part of the cooking and cleaning,
and it meant getting a job.  My uncle told me that if I saved money he
would help me get a car when I turned 16.  One of Uncle Wade's friends also
moved in with us when his wife decided she wanted a divorce.  Bill was a
police officer in a different precinct then Wade, but they had been friends
for years before that.  He was a nice guy, about 6' tall high and tight
hair cut and 'stache that that went down slightly past the corners of his
mouth.  He had the same temperament as Uncle Wade, and we all got along
great.

When my 16th birthday got close my Uncle started asking if I was ready for
another party, saying this time he would chaperone from a distance, staying
in the house.  I decided that I really wanted to go camping.  My Uncle had
been promising to take me to the mountains this summer, so he agreed it
would be a good time to go.  Bill said he would go to and we would make it
mans week away.

As the week approached, we found out that Uncle Wade would not be able to
go due to several officers being out for illness.  Bill said that there was
no reason for all our vacations to be ruined and volunteered to continue
the trip with just the two of us.  My uncle said he would try to get up
later in the week if someone returned from sick leave.

Bill and I made it to the campsite with no problems.  We talked a lot along
the way.  He talked about his marriage and that he had married way to
young, and I about losing my parents.  He said Wade had been smart by not
marrying right out of high school, and warned me to not rush it.  I told
him he had nothing to worry about, that marriage was the furthest from my
mind.  He laughed and said "you will change your mind when you find the
right girl".

The next couple of days we hiked and fished, and at night Bill and I would
sit around the campfire joking, shooting the shit, and drinking a few
beers.  I should say he drank a few beers; still one pretty much did me in.

The third night there it got very cold at night, and Bill suggested that we
put our sleeping bags together to keep warm.  He explained that our joint
body heat would be warmer than being alone, even in insulated bags.  We
did, and it was much warmer.  It strangely felt good sleeping so close to
Bill.  Although neither of us had taken a bath in three days we didn't
really stink, and I have to admit, I kind of liked the way Bill smelled.
It was very manly.  Somehow I could almost imagine taking in his manliness
as I breathed his aroma.  Like my Uncle, Bill was a man I strived to be
like.  I turned away from bill and went to sleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night with Bills arms around me.  I was in a
bit of a quandary.  I knew that it wasn't normal, but at the same time it
felt good.  I thought that maybe Bill was dreaming about his wife, since it
really wasn't causing me any harm I decided that I wouldn't move and just
let him dream.  Besides, it did feel good.  Just as I closed my eyes to go
back to sleep, Bill kissed the back of my head, and mumbled "This is nice".
I didn't know what that was about, and thought to myself it must be a good
dream.

The next morning I awoke tight against Bill, as he yawned and said "Well
partner, I guess I kind of overtook you during the night, I'm sorry if it
made you uncomfortable".  I replied that it didn't and that it kept me warm
all night.  Bill Responded by squeezing me a bit and said "Good, then it
was beneficial to both of us".  Neither of us made a real effort to move
away from each other, and it soon was obvious to both of us, even if only
slightly on my part, that neither of us wanted to.  Bill squeezed my again,
and kissed me on the back of my head, and whispered to me "Are you ok
Wayne?"  I shakily said "yes".  He squeezed me again and said "We best be
getting moving if we are going to get that hike to the crest done today".
We both pulled out of the bag. I couldn't help but notice the boner Bill
had poking up the boxers he had wore to sleep in.  I wondered what it
looked like.

We hiked all day to get to the crest and back.  It was beautiful day, and
we saw a lot of small animals.  Bill had grown up in the hills of N.C. and
knew a lot about nature.  We would stop along the way for him to explain
something we had come across like when we came to a tree that had a lot of
scrape marks on it.  Bill explained that the marks were from male deer
sharpening their antlers.  I had almost forgotten about the night before
when Bill stopped to take a piss.  I took the opportunity to drain my
bladder as well and stood next to bill, hoping to get a view of his penis.
I glanced down and saw that Bill was sporting what appeared to be 8 inches.
Bill caught my eyes, shook the piss of his dick and winked at me as he put
it away.  .  When we arrived back at camp we set to making dinner and soon
it was time to go to bed.  Bill said that maybe we should sleep separate.
I replied that I thought it was going to get colder than the previous night
had been.  Bill agreed and said that he would leave it up to me.  We
climbed into bed and talked a few minutes.  Bill was lying on his back and
didn't seem comfortable. I, in an almost whisper said "You could hold me
again if you wanted to, Bill".  He rolled over and pulled me to him, kissed
me on the head and said "Thanks pal".  He told me that he enjoyed doing it,
but wanted me to know that it wasn't because he missed his wife.  I was
confused until Bill explained that he sometimes liked to be with guys, and
that he really liked me.  He then asked if I had ever done anything with a
guy before.  I replied "no" .He asked if I wanted to do anything.  My
response was a more ambiguous "I don't know" Bill then said "If I do
anything you don't feel comfortable with, tell me and I will stop".  I said
ok to that.  Bill squeezed me and I felt his hard cock against my buttocks.
He kissed the back of my neck and I moaned.  Bill asked me to roll over to
face him.  I did and he pulled me close then kissed me on the lips.  I
instinctively responded by kissing back.  His tongue passed my lips and
danced with mine.  As he held me tight we rolled around and I soon found
Bill on top of me, his lips pressed against mine.  He grunted like an
animal as I began pulling him tighter into me as if I couldn't get enough
of him.  Bill chewed on my lower lip, and moaned.

We both broke for air after what seemed hours.  Bill suggested that we both
relieve ourselves of some clothing.  Seconds later my bare almost hairless
skin was pressed against his fur covered chest.  Bill leaned back and
placed our cocks together between our chests and then leaned forward and
began pumping as he kissed me more.  Bill stopped only to ask if I was
still okay, I barely got yes out before I was pulling him back towards my
lips.

We had been wrestling for at least an hour when a voice from outside the
tent said "What the hell are you two doing in there?"  It was my uncle.  I
was scared as hell.  Bill winked at me and softly said, "It will be ok
pal".  He then reached over and grabbed his boxers and threw me mine as he
replied back to Uncle Wade "Oh we were just horsing around a bit".  About
that time Uncle Wade popped his head in and said "there room in there for
one more?"  Bill said sure, and my uncle came the rest of the way into the
tent.

Bill and my uncle did the pleasantries about the trip up and how glad he
was that he could make it.  I was now a little bummed.  I wanted to be with
Bill more.  It somehow felt right.  I had made love of sorts to a man, and
it felt right.  I didn't feel dirty, but I did feel worried about what it
meant.  I knew that I was gay, and I was saddened at how disappointed my
Uncle would be if he found out.  I also didn't want Uncle Wade to know whom
I had been with, surely he would be upset with Bill, and I wasn't sure what
if anything he would do to him.

My uncle noticed that I was unusually quite and asked if I was alright.
Before I could answer Bill leaned over and pulled me to him, squeezing me
and said "it's ok partner".  Uncle Wade smiled at me and said "Son, you
don't have to say a word or worry about anything. Everything is going to be
fine."  He then leaned over and kissed me on the fore head, and said "I
love you buddy".  He then looked up at Bill and they kissed deep.

Bill said "I think you two need a little time alone", "I'm going to take a
walk" and then dressed and left.

Uncle Wade and I began to talk.  He told me that he had been gay for years
and that when my parents had died he pretty much turned off that part of
his life because he didn't want to influence me or cause me any undue
duress.  He said that when I had explained to him how I felt the night of
my party the year before, it had struck a nerve.  It was like he was
hearing himself at my age. He said that he knew I was most likely gay, but
he hoped that I would come to that decision on my own without having to go
through some of the pain he went through.  He told me that he had always
felt different himself, and that when he was my age he had met a guy that
took advantage of him, and used him strictly for sex, that he thought he
felt in love with the man, but it was not mutual, and that it hurt him bad.
He said that he decided that he needed to see if I was so inclined, and
that to make sure my first time was mutual, and with someone that actually
cared about me.

 He then explained that he and Bill had been lovers, so when the
opportunity came he asked Bill to feel me out a bit.  He asked if I was
okay.  I told him I was probably the best I had been in a long time that I
finally felt right.  Uncle Wade laughed and told me that he knew exactly
what I meant.  He then surprised me when he said "If there is anything you
want to know or do, please come to me".  He then said "if you don't feel
comfortable to come to me, at least go to Bill".  He then leaned over and
kissed me on the lips and said "Wayne, you are so handsome and smart I
couldn't be prouder if you were my own son".

I then asked him what all he and Bill did together and he explained that he
was primarily a top and what that meant.  He was quick to point out that
Bill could top or bottom.  I told him that I really enjoyed Bill being on
top of me but I didn't think I wanted him to fuck me.  Uncle Wade replied
that he didn't blame me, he said "Bills packing some major meat buddy, I'd
be scared of it too".  He then said" well, you will find some one you feel
comfortable enough to do that with."  Right then it occurred to me that
there was only one person I trusted, and one person I knew that would take
care of,

I told Uncle Wade that I loved him, and thanked him for everything he had
ever done for me.  I then told him that I wanted him to top me first.
Uncle Wade grinned and then leaned over and began kissing me.  Soon Bill
reappeared and Wade and he kissed.  Bill noticed that I was once again
hard, and leaned over and kissed me then took my cock in his mouth.  I
moaned as my Uncle's tongue passed my lips.  We rolled over and he pulled
me on top of him.  Bill without missing a beat was behind me rimming my ass
and sliding his tongue in and out of my hole.  As soon as he had it wet he
slid first one finger, and soon a second and third finger into my ass hole.
As I heated up at kissing my Uncle, I felt his hard on.  My Uncle mused
"Why don't you get down there and try sucking a little of that cock for me
boy.  I did as requested.  The more into sucking his cock I got the more he
moaned and the deeper bills fingers got into me.  Uncle wade asked his
lover how I was doing.  Bill replied that he thought I was ready.

Uncle Wade then pulled me off his cock, and up to his lips, kissed me and
asked if I was sure I wanted this.  I responded by sliding the head of his
cock in my ass crack.  My uncle then said "Just try sliding a bit of it
into you."  "Go as slow as you need to ".  I slid the head of his cock into
my hole past the ring and slowly took all 6.5 inches of my Uncles meat into
my tight virgin ass.

As soon as my uncle sensed that I was use to it, he began pumping up into
me.  My uncle cock felt good in my ass it felt like it was meant to be
there.  My uncle slowed down, and said "Boy, ride my cock".  I began moving
back and forth sliding it in and out. He moaned with joy as I writhed in
pleasure.  I was pleasing this man who had done so much for me.  My uncle
said "I love you so much buddy".  I leaned forward to kiss him, and he
rolled over on top of me his dick still buried deep in my ass.  Uncle Wade
began pumping his meat deep into my bowels.  His thrusts became harder and
hotter.  I found myself begging him to fuck me, give it to me harder.  He
was fucking me so hard I gave up trying to hold my legs and rested them on
his shoulders.  He leaned forward making it impossible for me to jack
myself off.  "Fuck me Buddy" I yelled.  Bill came around and placed his
lips on mine kissing me and assisting to keep me quiet.  As soon as he let
up Wade thrust forward into me after coming almost all the way out.  The
stroke sent shivers up my spine, and without warning or touching myself I
shot my load all over my chest.  Seeing this Uncle Wade began pumping
faster then quickly pulled out and shot his load onto my chest with my own
cum.

Bill clapped and said "Woof!", "That was damn hot cubby; you think maybe I
can have a shot at that ass sometime". My uncle and I laughed.  I said
"maybe one day".

That night we all three slept together, 2 bears, with the cubby in the
middle.