Uncle Joe's Story

Chapter 9

I was thinking about what my wife said about me and my dad being so quick to accept Uncle Joe being gay. She could be right, we are all still missing him, maybe that could be influencing our feelings. I was sure that I was ok with Uncle Joe being gay, but dad did grow up in a different time. I don’t think that dad would have shunned him, but it sure would have changed their relationship. It may have worse with Uncle Mark, although all three brothers were close, with Mark always living out of state since he finished college, dad and Joe were closer. Uncle Mark did seem to be a little more critical of Joe and even somewhat with dad. I don’t know if dad has talked to Uncle Mark since we discovered Joe’s secret and I wasn’t going to tell him, I would leave that to dad.

I also thought back to when Uncle Joe talked about not being ready to have a boyfriend. What did he mean? Having someone to talk to might helped him deal with his feelings, who knows, Tony may have been in the same situation. They could have supported each other, been there for each other if things went badly. Why wouldn’t he have at least given it a shot, even if he wasn’t ready to come out yet.

My wife and I sat down to start reading again.

***

I went back to the bar a few more times over the next couple years, I met some guys, but never saw Tony again. The guys that frequented the bar, were of the out and proud type, that wasn't me, I was more the reserved type. My trips to the bar were coming much less often.

It had been 10 years since I finished college, I was settled into my adult life. I loved my job and got along well with my coworkers. There were only three of us, so that was fairly easy, my boss, and Tom, Tom was a few years older than I. I hadn’t met any new guys in the last few years, but it really didn’t bother me. The more I lived alone, the more I liked it. It’s not like I didn’t like being around other people, but after work, I was always looking forward to getting home and just doing my own thing. I love my family, but even that was sometimes more than I could handle. Whenever we would have family get togethers, it was always a great time, but at the end of the day, I was happy to get back to my nice quiet home.

Just like everyone else at the time, I bought myself a computer and hooked up to the internet. Of course, the porn was easy to find, but what I found the most intriguing was the ad I saw for a gay dating site. I finally worked up the courage to fill out a profile. I was surprised at how hard it was to answer the questions. I kept my opening description vague just in case there was anyone I knew on the site. The question that made me think the most was the one that asked what I was looking for. Shit, what was I looking for? I mean of course I was looking for sex, but did I want a relationship? Was I looking for a boyfriend or a partner? What was everyone else on this site looking for? After typing and retyping it several times, I settled on saying that I was looking for nothing serious, just someone to get together with from time to time, a friends with benefit type situation. Again, I kept it brief, I could always go back and edit it if I needed to. I filled in the rest of the questions, age, height, weight, etc. I got to the end and was ready to submit, when the last option came up, “would you like to upload a picture?” Damn, did I want to put a picture on my profile? The site said that you would get more responses with a pic, but I was worried about someone I knew seeing it. I could add it later, so that is what I decided to do. I took a deep breath as I hit the submit button.

Once my profile was approved, I started checking for guys that were close by, there weren’t many. Most were in the two cities that were 30 to 40 miles on both sides of the town that I lived in. A lot of the pics were of dicks and asses, I didn’t think I was ready for that, I did upload a shirtless pic of my chest without showing my face. The site was right, you get more views with a picture, but most guys were too far away from me to meet up with. I chatted with several guys, but it didn’t amount to anything more. I was surprised at the number of married and “straight” men looking for guys to hook up with.

One of those married guys sent me a message, his name was Len, he was a farmer about an hour away from me. He was a couple years older than I was, but we hit it off really well. I didn’t think anything would happen between us, being married, I couldn’t go to his place, plus he was further than I wanted to drive. We just chatted back and forth. We had both just got our first cell phones and once or twice, he would call me after his wife had gone to bed.

I still thought the chance of us getting together was slim, so I was surprised when my phone rang as I was driving home from work one night.

I answered, “hello.”

Len said, “hey, are you done with work for the day?”

I said, “yeah, just heading home now, why what’s up?”

He said, “I’m about ten minutes from you, I had to come get some parts for my combine. Would it be ok if I stopped to see you?”

I stuttered, “well yeah, I guess so.”

I gave him directions to my house, and he pulled into my driveway shortly after I did. He explained that he was in the town down the road from mine and thought this would be a chance for us to meet. He was a little taller than me, with sandy brown hair and green eyes. He had a dad bod, not flabby and the rough hands of a working man.

I said, “well, I’m all dirty and sweaty from work, I was just going to take a shower.”

He grinned, “you need any help?”

I shrugged, “sure.” I started to undress right in my living room, he did too.

We checked each other out as we walked to the bathroom, he had that distinct farmer’s tan. His dick was about six inches and already hard, just like mine. He was slightly thicker and had a large mushroom head, we were both already leaking precum as we stepped into the shower. I turned on the water and we started to kiss and explore each other’s bodies. I moved under the water to shampoo my hair, Len stepped behind me and was soaping up my chest as his cock was rubbing up and down my ass. His chest against my back as he worked his hands up and down my body and kissed my neck. Once I was clean, we traded places and I worked his ass crack with my rock-hard cock as I soaped up his chest, I might have washed his dick a little too. He rinsed off and turned back to me, we kissed again and then I bent down for a taste of his manhood. He put his hands on the back of my head as I took him as deep as I could, an “oh God” escaping his lips from time to time.

I released his dick, then came up for another kiss, I asked, “shall we take this to the bedroom?”

He smiled, “sounds good.”

We dried off and lay on the bed sucking each other, both of us moaning and groaning. We hadn’t discussed if he had a top or bottom preference, so I took a chance and pushed my finger into his hole. He responded positively, so I gave his pucker a couple licks, more moans of approval were filling the room. Len turned onto his back and pulled his legs up in the air. Once I had his hole lubed with my spit, I moved up for a kiss and aimed my cock at its target. I gave a slight push, and his hole sucked my dick in, I gave him a moment to adjust to the invasion and started to pump. His hands went to my ass cheeks, and he was soon pulling me in all the way. We continued to kiss as I railed his ass.

After a while fucking him, I felt his cock shoot a hot load of jizz all over both of our stomachs. His ass muscles contracting around my dick sent me over the edge and I filled his gut with my cum. We kissed until we caught our breath, then lay next to each other for a few minutes.

We got out of bed, cleaned up and got dressed. As we were dressing, his phone rang.

He looked at it, He said, “it’s my wife.”

He answered, “hey hon.”

“Yep, just leaving now, should be home in about an hour, I’m going to stop and check the cows on the way.”

He ended the call, “I better be going, I’ll give you a call if I am back in the area, if that’s ok?”

I smiled, “sure, I’d like that.”

He left and I opened a beer and sat on my couch thinking. Wow, I just had sex with a guy cheating on his wife. Was it really cheating if it was with a guy? I knew he had kids and had been married for around 15 years, was he unhappy in his marriage? Was he just bi and needed a dick every once in a while? Should I feel guilty about this? Was it bad that I didn’t? Hell, I was kind of glad that he was gone already, I got off and didn’t have to deal with all the talking about what this meant.

I would hook up with Len once or twice a year for the next five or six years, whenever he came to the area on a parts run. It was always the same, he would call when he was nearby, we’d get right to business as soon as he walked in the door, and he’d leave right after. I’m sure it sounds bad, but it worked for us.

I hooked up with several other guys from the site over this time as well, most were just one-time things, a few were on going for a while. None developed into relationships, neither they nor I were looking for anything more than that. I guess the longer that I lived alone the more independent I became, maybe I just never met the “one”. I guess I am happy being alone.

***

My wife took a deep breath, “wow, Uncle Joe helped a guy cheat on his wife.”

I said, “yeah, I guess so. I wonder if Len was the same as Uncle Joe and couldn’t find the courage to come out and just gave into what he thought he was supposed to do. You know, get married and having a family, and now he sneaks around to satisfy his needs. Maybe that’s why Uncle Joe never married.”

She nodded, “maybe, or maybe Len was just bi and wanted a family. I mean Len wasn’t looking to end his marriage, he just wanted to have sex with a guy.”

I asked, “would you be ok with it if I were to do that?”

She thought for a moment, “I don’t know, I would be upset if I found out about it afterward, but I don’t think I would give you permission to do it either.”

I nodded, “yeah, I don’t know how to feel about this either.”

She said, “I think Uncle Joe prefers to be alone though, he doesn’t seem to be looking for anything permanent.”

I said, “I’ve noticed that too, he doesn’t seem to care if he has anyone to talk to about the good things, or the bad things, or if he has someone to tell his troubles to.”

My wife looked at me, “maybe that’s why Uncle Joe never came out, he doesn’t seem to want to be married, so why bother upsetting the rest of the family.”

I shrugged, “maybe, I just don’t understand not wanting someone to share your life with.”

 

To be continued…