My uncle teaches me about sex with men

This is a true story.  Some names and locations have been changed.  

In the spring of my senior year of high school I got off the bus one afternoon and noticed a nice pickup truck in our driveway.  I had never seen the truck before.   As I walked up to the front porch I noticed a very handsome man sitting with my mom visiting and drinking a glass of sweet tea.  Living in the south sweet tea was a must at our house.  As I stepped on the porch this handsome man stood to greet me and gave me a big bear hug.  This beast of a man was about 6’4”, I’d say 240 pounds give or take and he shared facial features similar to my mom.  However,  it had been years since I had seen my uncle Steve.  He spoke directly to me and called me by name.  My parents didn’t talk much about this relative, however….once he spoke I kinda recognized his voice. You see….my uncle Steve was sent to prison when I was in the sixth grade for transporting stolen machinery across state lines.  My mom would send him a package each Christmas of her famous oatmeal raisin cookies.  I remember sometimes as a preteen of drawing or coloring him a picture to be included in his tin of cookies.  I guess in the early 1970’s you could send such items to folks in prison.  

We chatted for a while and Uncle Steve stayed for supper.  My mom had fixed a pot roast with potatoes and carrots around it.  Growing up on a farm we always had a good evening meal.  After supper I went out to feed the chickens and muck a couple of the stalls in the barn.  Uncle Steve went with me to help.  It was nice to have the company.  Uncle Steve was very strong.  He grabbed a bail of hay and tossed it around like it was nothing.   He told me he needed to piss and proceeded to pull out his pecker and piss at the back corner of the barn.  I remember seeing his cock but what got my attention was the steady stream of piss ….the sound of his pee as he watered the weeds was exciting but I knew deep down I shouldn’t really watch him but it was like I couldn’t look away.  

As a seventeen year old senior in high school I was proud of my body.  My cock looked very similar to my dads.  I guess you might say the Tipton men had good genes.  After he finished pissing he looked at me and winked.  He said my mom’s sweet tea ran right through him.  After we finished up with the evening chores we walked back up to the house.  My uncle went to his pickup truck and got a small bag of his clothes, etc…. Once we entered the kitchen I could hear my mom and dad talking …..my mom told Uncle Steve he would stay in my room.   He’s too big of a man to sleep on our couch.  I didn’t realize he would be staying a couple of days.  As we prepared for bed I came out of the bathroom unpairs and went to my loft bedroom that my dad fixed up that was once an attic space.  I liked having a big room the entire length of the house.  I had an old couch, a desk, a small black and white television.  I had a towel wrapped around my waist and dropped it to put on a pair of white fruit of the loom briefs.  My thick dick filled out the pouch and Uncle Steve made the comment that I looked like my dad more and more since I was almost a grown man.  Made me wonder how my uncle knew what my did looked like.   It’s true….as boys in the country when we would plow in the garden many times we would skinny dip and take a dip in the pond after a hot day working in the corn fields.  

Uncle Steve grabbed his gear and went to take his shower.  When he returned his body was still glistening with beads of water.  He smelled like Irish Spring soap.  My mom always bought us Dial bar soap.  Uncle Steve dropped his towel…bent over in his bag and pulled out a pair of Towncraft boxer shorts.  His soft cock hung to the side and when he sat down to put his shave kit away I noticed his cockhead peaking out the side of his boxers.  I’d seen uncut dicks before in the locker room after football practice, but none were as thick as his.  

We raised the window and climbed out on the roof and my uncle took a cigarette, struck a match and lit his cigarette.  He offered me one.  He took the cigarette and lit it off his cigarette.  Fuck…his thick fingers close to his mouth was sexy as fuck.  Watching him puff and get the second cigarette lit was hot.  He leaned closer to me and handed me my smoke.  We sat in silence and enjoyed the nicotine….noted, in the 1970’s the concerns over smoking and tobacco wasn’t a big factor.  We talked about me, school, football, girls, sex, etc….he would pump his shoulder over to my shoulder and rag on me….but in a playful way.  After we finished our smokes….he stood, pulled out his dick and pissed off the roof.  His cock was starting to plump up….he challenged me to see if I could piss farther than him.   The only thing was …I was starting to get hard.  Hell, I wasn’t bashful…I whipped out my dick and pissed beside him.  We joked and of course he swore he was the winner.  Afterwards we stepped back through the window and got ready for bed.  I told him I’d take the backside against the wall…..little did I realize that a good hour later he would pin me up against the wall as he stuffed my ass with his fat, uncut cock…hold up….I’m getting ahead of myself.  

As we climbed into bed he folder his arms behind his head and his hairy pits and chest was so fucking beautiful.  He smelled so clean of his soap I couldn’t help myself but to lean in closer.   Now as a good ole country boy I had messed around with a couple of buddies ….I’d even snuggled close to my daddy on camping trips, however, Uncle Steve was the first man who made me hard as rock.  He told me about being in prison for stolen property he didn’t know was stolen.  His ex military background was of no use to speak to his character….he was the fall guy but he leaned the hard way who to trust and who would fuck you over if given the chance.  As he talked is leaned into his arm pit and listened.  He was rubbing my shoulder and told me he was sorry to be a bad person and was ashamed of what he put his family through.  Out of the blue I reached up and kissed him.  I told him I wasn’t ashamed of him and admitted…my mom never talked bad about him.   That one kiss lead to more.  As we continue to kiss he explored my mouth with his tongue.  I reached down and cupped his balls.  He was the first man I’d ever been with.  We ended up in 69 position and fuck…he was a phenomenal cock sucker.  Uncle Steve rolled me on my side and the next thing I knew…his tongue was licking my hole.  I’d never ever experienced such a good feeling.  He asked me if I had ever been fucked.  I couldn’t speak…I just whispered…not by a man….only boys.  He wet his finger and started playing with my hole.  Damn…within minutes I shot a load without even touching my cock.  He took my cum and rubbed it in my hole and using my cum he fucked me.  I couldn’t believe how deep his cock was in my ass.  He rolled me against the wall and destroyed my ass.  He stuffed my underwear in my mouth to muffle my moans.   Holy hell…he felt so good.   As he pounded my ass he increased his deep thrust and shot a big load in my hot ass.  The next thing he did was flip me over onto his body….my mouth cleaning his cum off his cock and his tongue lapping his cum out of my hole …..afterwards he kissed me and told me he knew I’d be an amazing fuck.  

The next morning I was eating my breakfast and Uncle Steve told me he would take me to school. He let me drive his truck to school.   As I got out of his truck he slid over the bench seat and put the truck in reverse and said he would pick me up after school.   All day at school all I could think about was him eating my ass.  

That afternoon we went to A&W drive in and got root beer floats.  He let me drive his truck.  He was very impressed with my ability to drive a straight shift on column….but my dad taught me to drive our old work truck out in the fields when I turned twelve years old.  When we returned home he helped with chores.  After supper I had some homework and was working on an assignment.  While I was sitting at my desk typing on my Royal typewriter my dad had bought me at a pawn shop last year for Christmas, Uncle Steve stood behind me and rubbed the back of my neck.  He leaned over and kissed the side of my neck and told me he was so proud of me being a good student, a great son my parents were pleased with and was a sexy man I was.  I turned to the side and he unzipped his jeans and I worked my tongue over the tip of his cock and nibbled on the skin of his cock.  He placed his hands on the sides of my head and slowly fucked my face.  He wasn’t rough…yet tender…telling me what a good job I was doing.   Once he filled my mouth with cum….he told me to unzip my jeans…..my cock was rock hard.   He used some Vaseline to coat my dick and he backed his ass up on my pecker and road my cock….it was my turn to fill his ass with warm, thick creamy cum.   This amazing sex went on for the next couple of months.   A few weeks after high school graduation my dad sat me down at the kitchen table and told me….I know you are getting very close to Uncle Steve.   I wasn’t sure where the conversation was headed….my dad had always been open and honest with me.   He said Uncle Steve’s wife didn’t want him to come home after he was released from prison.  My dad went on to say Uncle Steve had asked if I could travel to the outer banks of North Carolina to his house.   My aunt who was married to Uncle Steve was killed in a car accident.  I was shocked.  I immediately wanted to go find him.  Uncle Steve had gone into town to make arrangements to head back to North Carolina.  

Within a couple of days we had packed enough stuff for the eight hour drive from Knoxville to Ocracoke Island.  I’d never seen the ocean or ridden on a ferry.  That night Uncle Steve and my family had planned out our trip.  Talked about funeral arrangements…staying long enough to settle family business, etc….apparently my aunt had a small restaurant her family owned for years on the island.   After the first day driving we decided to get a room in Greensboro for the night.   Truly that was one of the most amazing times we had sex.   I don’t know if it was because we were not at my house…or the fact in a motel or Uncle Steve facing the fact the woman he once loved is gone.  The next day we got to the dock of Hatteras and boarded the ferry.  I was amazed to see vehicles load on this big boat to travel to the tiny island.  

Once we drove off the ferry it didn’t take long to find Uncle Steve’s wife’s house.  It was a tiny 2 bedroom cottage with a big screened in porch.  We unpacked the truck.  He wrapped his arms around me and told me he was so happy that I was with him.   After a good seafood meal we walked back to the cottage.  He told me to put on some shorts.  We went to the beach and I got to go into the water for the first time…I was nothing like I had ever experienced.  

We got back to the cottage and Uncle Steve pulled the mattress off one of the beds and we slept on the screened in porch.  That night he let me take charge.  I fucked his face.  Rimmed his ass and fucked him three times.  Around 2 o’clock in the morning we went to the beach and swam naked.   The next day he went to a local man who arranged to organize a small service.  My aunt who I don’t recall ever meeting was to be buried at a small cemetery close to Ocracoke lighthouse.  

Within the week my uncle and met a gentleman who was interested in buying the restaurant.  That night the man came to the cottage and we sat on the porch and drank beer and they talked business.  I was a good host and kept cold beer and boiled peanuts and pretzels on the table.  Uncle Steve kissed me and told this man I was a hot piece of ass.  Uncle Steve whispered in my ear to go to the man and get on my knees and blow him.  This guy had a fat thick cock…wasn’t as big as Uncle Steve’s meat….but it was still a nice cock.   Uncle Steve drank his beer and slowly stoked his cockhead while I sucked on Tony’s fat cock.  

As we all got naked we moved to the bedroom.  Tony fucked me face while Uncle Steve rimmed my ass.   The three of us had sex over the next couple of weeks.   Eventually Tony and Uncle Steve decided to become business partners …..Tony, Steve and me ran the small seafood restaurant for over 25 years.  Tony kept his house and would visit us frequently.  

Over the years both me passed… now that I’m in my late sixties it’s time to retire and sell the restaurant.  A couple of rich kids from Chapel Hill convinced their parents to put in an offer.  I still live in the small cottage and enjoy my midnight swims naked in the ocean.  Uncle Steve took excellent care of me emotionally, sexually and financially.   Needless to say….as a gay mature man life is completely different today that what it was in the 1970’s.