I'm Jeff, a fourteen-year-old gay guy who just came out to his family. I thought it would be safe to do so but was in for quite a surprise. My parents are pretty open-minded, and generally were supportive of LGBT issues, especially same-sex marriage and equal rights. I had never been with another guy, but thought about sucking cock all the time – it was my favorite jack-off fantasy.

When Mom began asking me about any girls I might be interested in I decided to come out. I expected some disappointment about not providing grandchildren, but I wasn't expecting Mom's reaction. She seemed okay with me being gay but didn't want anyone to know. She was concerned about what her friends and family might think – especially others at church! So basically it was fine for me to be gay as long as I kept it to myself and stayed in the closet.

That sucked! What good is coming out anyway?

Later Dad came to see me and almost apologized for Mom. "You know how people gossip, and how sensitive Mom is to that," began Dad, "We both love you as much as ever, though being gay is going to be tough on you – society is still a harsh judge!"

We talked about how I could do anything if nobody could know. He agreed that it was a problem, and the key is to find a person who would keep my secret. "I'm sure I could find lots of guys at school to blow," I said, "But none that I would trust to keep quiet about it!"

"Are you mainly looking for someone to blow, and not a relationship?" Dad asked.

"I'm not looking for a boyfriend," I agreed, "Though I wouldn't mind finding someone to suck regularly."

"And you don't mind if they are straight?" asked Dad.

"That's fine with me," I said, "As long as they need to get off."

"Let me think about it," said Dad, "It might be possible – a straight man is likely to keep your secret."

I thanked Dad, but didn't hold out much hope – what was he going to do – ask around the neighborhood?

About two weeks later I got a call from Uncle Joe asking if I could stop by and help him trim some tree limbs. He was my father's older brother and had always been friendly towards me. I told him I'd be glad to come over on Saturday and help. Nothing more was said, but in the past he always paid me for helping him, and was pretty generous about it.

On Saturday I went to Uncle Joe's and he invited me in for some coffee and donuts. Soon he mentioned that Dad had told him of my situation. "I didn't expect him to tell anyone," I responded.

"We've always been really close and used to have a young gay friend who would suck us both off," he continued.

I was astounded! That would have been a dream situation for me. "What happened?" I asked.

"He was a High School student, and when he graduated he went to college and took a job out of town," Uncle Joe confided, "I never saw him again and really miss his attention."

"That sounds like exactly what I'm looking for," I said, "Could you teach me?"

"If that's what you want," he said, "But this has to be really secret."

"I'm sure not gonna tell," I assured him, "When can we start?"

"How about now?" Uncle Joe proposed. I agreed and we both got undressed. I was hard almost immediately and he took hold of my cock and squeezed it. I was completely consumed with desire, but unsure what to do.

"Will you teach me?" I pleaded, needing my first taste of cock badly.

Uncle Joe told me to examine his cock carefully. He was initially soft, but much bigger than I was even when hard. As I handled him, he grew in my hands – I knew immediately that I was going to love this!

He directed me to the various parts of the cock and balls and told me to kiss and lick the most sensitive areas. As much as I liked kissing his cock, I wanted it in my mouth, and as soon as he told me, my lips parted, and I took him in.

Finally! It was a dream-come-true. His cock felt so wonderful in my mouth, and I knew that this was the way it was supposed to be for me. He coached me about keeping my teeth off him and moving my tongue around as I sucked and warned me that he was getting close.

He told me that I might not like the taste of cum at first, but in time I would grow to love it. I felt his cock swell a little in my mouth, and then it started pulsing as he gave me his seed. It was strong tasting – very different from anything else, but I was glad to get it. I couldn't say that I really liked the taste, but I was glad to have his cum in my mouth.

"It's perfectly safe to swallow," he said, and I did so.

"That was wonderful Uncle Joe," I said, "Thank you so much!"

"You did really well for your first time," he replied, "You'll master the art in no time."

Master cocksucker, I thought – that was what I truly wanted to be! I imagined it on a business card – Mom would really freak out!

"I can see that you need to cum," said Uncle Joe, "If you like, you may hold my cock in your mouth while you jack off."

I was still on my knees and took Uncle Joe back into my mouth, holding him lovingly while I stroked. Uncle Joe handed me a tissue to cum into.

Even after he came, I loved the feel of Uncle Joe in my mouth. I replayed in my mind the blowjob I'd just given and relished the manly aftertaste I still had in my mouth. Finally I came, and quickly soaked the tissue with my cum!

I backed off from Uncle Joe and thanked him. He pointed out the nearby wastebasket to throw the tissue in, but I had a better idea – I popped it in my mouth and chewed on it like gum to extract all of my load.

"Keep that up and you'll develop a real taste for cum," he said – which was exactly what I intended. I resolved to never again waste a drop of precious cum.

We got dressed and finished our coffee and donuts, and then went out and cut some tree branches. I helped Uncle Joe bundle them up, and we went back inside. He invited me to shower with him, and soon we were naked and wet.

After working outside a few hours, I was definitely in the mood for something more pleasurable, and I welcomed Uncle Joe running his soapy hands all over me. He massaged my cock and it felt amazing. Then he slipped a soapy finger between my cheeks. "Is it okay if I teach you something more?" he asked.

"I'm eager to learn anything you can teach me," I replied with enthusiasm.

He pressed his finger to my hole, and then just rubbed it back and forth a little. It was a strange new sensation, but I liked it. After a minute or so he pressed into me, and his fingertip went in. Suddenly all of my attention was focused on his finger entering me, and I asked him to keep going. He pushed the full length of his finger into me and it was amazing! I knew guys got fucked in the ass but had no idea it would feel good to the receiver!

Uncle Joe moved his finger in and out as I took in the incredible pleasure. He slipped in a second finger, and then a third, and spread his fingers to open me up. He told me that I was really tight now, but with a little practice I could easily handle almost any cock – I was eager to do so!

I stroked Uncle Joe to erection and asked him to fuck me. He pressed his cock head to my hole, and I pushed back against him, and felt a blinding flash of pain! I cried out and Uncle Joe took me in his arms and told me to just relax and I'd feel better soon. In just a few minutes the pain subsided, and I asked, "How can I ever take a cock in my ass with that pain?"

"It takes practice," Uncle Joe assured me, "Along with plenty of lube and going nice and slow. I'll give you something to practice with."

We finished our shower and got dressed. Uncle Joe brought out a box which he opened to reveal eight objects that looked like they were made of some sort of soft plastic. They were black and had a round bulge on one end connected to a shaft that connected to a flared-out base. They were all different sizes.

"These are anal dilators," he explained, "They will help you open up, but you must go slowly." He took the smallest one and lubed it up. He told me to bend over and spread my cheeks, which I gladly did. He pressed it into me and if felt great. It stayed in place but seemed to move a little as I walked. I knew right away that I was going to like this.

Uncle Joe instructed me that once I was comfortable with that one, I could replace it with the next larger size, but to always use plenty of lube and take it slowly. He cautioned me against getting aggressive with them and said I should keep each one in for at least fifteen minutes before switching to the next one.

As I got ready to leave I asked Uncle Joe if he would be fucking me. He said he would from time to time, but really preferred oral – that my father was more of a "back door man".

"You think Dad will fuck me?" I asked with excitement.

"Probably," he said, "But don't say anything to him just yet."

As I took the box of dilators and began to leave, Uncle Joe thanked me for my help and handed me a twenty-dollar bill. I felt I should be paying him, but always welcomed his generosity.

When I got home, Dad asked how my visit went. I just told him that we got a lot done but said nothing about his educating me. I could feel the dilator in me as I talked with Dad. Mom offered me some brownies she had just made.

As I ate them I couldn't help thinking how shocked she would be to know I had a dilator in my ass to prepare me for getting fucked – what would her church friends think of that?

After dinner Dad told me that he'd just talked with Uncle Joe, and he was glad I found a solution to my problem. He asked if it was okay for him to stop by to see me at bedtime and I told him I would welcome it. By now I had the fourth dilator in me, which definitely was a stretch. Each one took me to a new limit.

By the time I went to bed I had the fifth dilator in and removed it before going to bed. I cleaned it and put it back in its box, ready to continue tomorrow. I put lube on my hole, hopeful that soon Dad would be entering me.

I went to bed and drifted off to sleep but awoke to the feel of Dad's hand on my buns. He slipped a finger into my crack and into my still-lubed hole. Then a second finger, and commented, "I see you're doing your homework."

I hoped that his cock would be in me soon, but he told me to keep working at it, and then he pulled out his fingers and stood at the edge of the bed near the top. His hard cock was pointing right at me and I eagerly took him into my mouth.

I don't have the words to express just how wonderful it was to suck my own father! It only lasted a few precious minutes before he gave me his load, which I eagerly welcomed. Pulling out, he whispered, "Not a word to Mom." and left my room.

I drifted back to sleep, a really happy cocksucker!

  To be continued . . .

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