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My Uncle, My Master

by Doug


Some guys who are gay know from early childhood that they are drawn to men but in my case that was not so. I dated girls all through junior and senior high school and had enjoyed straight sex several times, although I liked getting head better than I did the actual intercourse. I always enjoyed watching my girlfriend’s little red head bobbing up and down on my stiff 7-inch cock. She swallowed like a kitten and had done a few other guys, so she knew how to do it. I missed her for a while after I left my small hometown to live with relatives.

There were only a little over 5000 people in the small Midwestern town where I lived and not too many opportunities for jobs unless you wanted to be a farmer or rancher. When my uncle on my mother's side visited us one weekend, he took a fancy to me and invited me to come stay with him in San Francisco. I was flattered that he liked me well enough to ask me and I begged my folks to let me go. It took a little persuasion but they finally consented. We were driving from the East Coast and soon we were hitting the freeway and heading out of my little one-horse town. I felt giddy as the big, new car hummed down the road. At last I was going to see a little of the world

As the big Lexus sedan rolled along I glanced over at my uncle. He was a handsome man who took good care of himself and stayed in shape. He had married and divorced early in his life and was now a confirmed bachelor, living in a home that he had been awarded in his divorce settlement. Everything about him exuded quality. He wore the best of everything from his expensive shades down to his $500 dollar shoes. He worked for Standard Oil Co. and evidently did well financially. I got to know him pretty well on our trip and the night we spent in the motel was my first awakening to desires that had laid dormant for all of my 17 years.

We pulled into beautiful motel and checked in for the night. They had a pool and he mentioned a swim as we drove by to our ground-floor room. Inside he immediately started to strip for his shower. He was not at all self-conscious and he said I could be next. I watched closely as he let his silky bikini shorts drop to the floor. I was amazed at how well conditioned he was for a 48 year old man. He was lean and trim as a result of many hours in the gym. His stomach was as tight as a young man's and I was envious, as I looked down at my own. The most impressive thing about him was his mighty penis as it swung back and forth as he moved. He made certain that I got a good look at it as he prepared for his shower. I felt inferior although my own cock was not too small when it reached full erection. His shaft was thick and meaty looking and hung menacingly, almost to his knees. I wondered how long that monster was when he got hard! I had a very large head that poked out from the uncut skin covering it. It looked almost like a club. He caught me watching and grinned a little before leaving the room. I continued to undress but I could see the outline of his body through the frosted glass of the shower door. I almost dropped my jaw at what he was doing. I moved closer to make certain my eyes were not deceiving me! I watched as his hand moved up and down on his now hard cock. As the water hit the door it cleared up a little and I could make out his enormous prick as he milked it like a cow. It was jutting out and bending a little upward as his fist worked it's magic. I was spellbound and could not take my eyes away as my own smaller member started to harden. Soon I watched in awe as the cum hit the shower door and slowly ran down. It looked like a cupful. I heard him moan as the bliss over-took him. I ran back to the bed and sat down quickly as I heard him turn off the shower. He emerged shiny and clean as he stood nude in front of me and slowly dried off. I could tell his cock was still a little hard as the giant head was still extended a little beyond the meaty hood. My cock would not go down. As he motioned me toward the shower I could not conceal it, even though I turned away from him as I slid toward the door. He grinned and told me not to worry as we all had those at times and he told me to take care of it in the shower. I was amazed at his coolness as he discussed these things with no embarrassment. I had always kept my jerking-off a secret. But as I eventually found out, people in San Francisco were much different and uninhibited about sex.

I sheepishly entered the shower and finally did jerk-off as the warm water flowed over me. As I re-entered the room my uncle looked down at my semi-hard cock and said, "Looks like you took care of the problem boy. Feels good doesn't it? I do it a lot myself."

He never blinked an eye as he slipped into a clean pair of bikini underwear. I reached for a pair of my bulky "Fruit of the Loom" cotton shorts but before I could put them on he flipped me a pair of his own. "Put these on, you will find they are a lot more comfortable."

As I reached for the silky shorts I noticed they were almost pink in color and were almost like the ones my mother wore. They were silky and shiny and as I stepped into them I felt a strange feeling flow through my groin. As I pulled them up into place, my cock and balls my cock started to harden again. I quickly turned away from my uncle. I heard him make an "ooohhh yes" sound as he observed my tight young ass encased in those fem looking pants.

"You have an ass like a young girl," he said as I blushed and turned beet red. "Don't be bashful, the boys in San Francisco will love you!" I did not get the full significance of the word "boys" until many weeks later.

I pulled the sheets down and jumped into the big double bed and quickly covered my semi-hard cock. Soon my uncle joined me and we started to talk. He asked me about my dating and if I enjoyed my girlfriends. I knew what he wanted to know and in a very grown-up manner I told him I was not a virgin as far as girls were concerned. I started to feel very close to this man. He seemed really interested in me, much more than my own father who was always too tired to spend time with me. I had grown very close to my mother but there were some things I was too shy to discuss with her. I felt I could ask my uncle anything and we talked for about an hour before he turned toward me and put his hand on my arm.

"There is something I must tell you and I hope it won't cause problems between us as I have grown very fond of you." I could not imagine anything that serious, but my ears perked up to hear what he had to say.

"I am gay,” he blurted out as I listened in disbelief. "I have been gay for sometime now, and I want you to know that before you decide to stay with me. Don't try to figure it all out tonight but get some sleep and we will discuss it in the morning when we are both rested."

With that he turned over and I soon heard his regular breathing as he slept. I stayed awake quite awhile rolling the news over and over in my mind. This explained a lot of things to me. Why he had looked at my body so longingly, and why he had said the "boys" would love me in San Francisco. Instead of revulsion I felt a little flattered that this great specimen of manhood had actually found me appealing. As I felt the heat from his sleeping body so close to me it caused a tingle to go through my groin area and I felt my limp penis stirring back to life again!

Little was said as we dressed the next morning and headed toward the little diner next door for breakfast. My uncle was friendly but quiet and we were well on our way down the road when he finally started to talk.

"Have you thought about what I said last night?”

I put my hand on his arm and said, "I still want to live with you and your sex life makes no difference to me." I could feel the tension and nervousness leave him as he touched my arm and told me how pleased he was at my decision.

"You may even start to enjoy some things that you never considered before and I will gladly teach you what I know," he said.

I was to find out in the coming weeks and months that he knew a lot, as did his many male fiends! He had plans for me and he was not to be denied!!!!! To be continued soon.

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