Care taker of the beach house

I was a junior in college when I received word from my dad his only brother, Edgar died suddenly in a car accident. My uncle Ed was the best. He let me work at his dealership washing cars and doing odd jobs around his Toyota dealership. Uncle Ed was divorced and I later discovered why. He grew up in the 1970s and being openly gay was not always well received in the south. He married a high school friend and she understood the terms of their marriage. Eventually she met someone and decided to got out of a marriage that didn’t fulfill her.

Uncle Ed bought a beach house after his divorce and since I was his only nephew he always let me tag along for a couple of weeks each summer. I loved the time we got to spend together. Especially the evenings we sat on the screened porch and played our guitars. James Taylor songs were some of our favorites.

Some nights we pulled our mattress out on the porch and slept on the floor listening to the waves crash. Uncle Ed let me have my first beer at the age of sixteen. He taught me how to deep sea fish and how to build a fire pit in the sand and cook fish over an open flame.

I was a student at UNC Chapel Hill. My mom, dad and Uncle Ed were all graduates from Carolina. My uncle passed away in October. After the reading of the will I leaned my uncle left me his 1969 Ford Mustang and his beach house at Currituck. Many times uncle Ed took me to Corolla to see the wild horses. He bought me my first camera when I turned thirteen. My uncle was an amateur photographer but he truly was good and enjoyed giving me pointers.

The summer I was sixteen Uncle Ed left small bottles of lube in the outdoor shower. He point blank told me I was free to Jack off in the outdoor shower any time. I had watched him a few times adjust himself as he was getting out of the water. If he was anything like my dad ….he had a big cock. I quickly realized I too was blessed with the big manhood my dad and uncle had in common.

I discovered magazines hid in his closet and a couple of VHS takes. Chad Douglas was a stud. One night I was watching the VHS tape with the volume down. I guess Uncle Ed noticed the r light from the television. He stood in the doorway and cleared his throat. I jumped….my hard cock standing up hard as a rock. He said…clean up when you finish. He turned and walked away.

The next morning at the breakfast table he was so cool about last night. I apologized for snooping into his stuff. Even then he said….whatever in this house is yours to use. A few nights later he came out of the shower…towel wrapped around his waist. His plump cock was definitely noticeable. In fact, I think he wanted me to see.

Other than those brief moments….he was always appropriate and he always answered my questions about sex, relationships, school, life, etc….The summer I graduated high school my best friend and tennis partner Alexander, Al for short went to the beach with me for two weeks. Uncle Ed arranged for Stan…the neighbor to make sure the fridge was stocked, fire wood was available and fresh linens were washed.

Al and I had sex sometimes five and six times a day. Late on a Friday night Al and I were in the outdoor shower FUCKING when I heard a car pull up the gravel shared driveway. We immediately stopped…dried off and walked out and helped Uncle Ed carry in his weekend bag. Uncle Ed gave me a side hug and said….hell, I don’t blame you for inviting this handsome guy. Even though it was dark…I could have sworn I was blushing.

That night Al and I finished what we started….he sucked me dry. On Sunday afternoon Ed had to leave. He told Stan to keep an eye out for us. Stan never bothered us. He brought me supplies one night to grill burgers and dogs.

That fall I enrolled at Carolina. Uncle Ed helped my folks move me to campus. He left that day and gave me a hundred bucks. He was always so generous. Al had been accepted to Clemson. We met fall break at the beach house. Once again Stan had everything ready for us.

The week of Thanksgiving break after Uncle Ed passed I went to the beach house. As soon as I got out of my SUV Stan was waiting on his porch smoking a pipe. He made small talk and told me he was sorry to hear about my uncle. Stan gave me a hug and said he would go to the IGA and get me some groceries in the morning. That night I ate pizza and drank beer with Stan.

He walked me over and made up Uncle Ed’s bed. He stopped in his tracks and said…I borrowed some of Ed’s VHS tapes. I’ll bring them back tomorrow. I told him I knew he had tapes and I especially liked his collection. Stan walked towards me and said….you and your tennis friend always had a good time. His second level deck looked over into the outdoor shower. I knew that. A couple of times Uncle Ed told me Stan liked to watch him take a shower.

I told Stan I knew he watched….I winked and said…,I was hoping that you would join us. The next thing I knew Stan placed his hand on my crotch and said….we can remedy that problem now. Within five minutes we were naked and on the floor in sixty nine position. Stan was a stud of a man. He was a physical therapist and worked with rehab patients in the area. Stan positioned his warm mouth over my pink hole and rimmed me so well. I had no difficulty sucking his thick cock down to the base. He kept his pubes shaved and his body smelled like coconut oil.

We had fun…both eager to pleasure each other. Once we had a great climax we did end up in the shower. I invited Stan to spend the night. I woke up the next in his strong arms. He jumped in the shower and went to the kitchen and made a pot of Folgers coffee in Uncle Ed’s Mr. Coffee maker.

For November it was cool at the beach but not cold. Stan went to the store and I just sat on the screened porch and had a time to reflect on the amazing life Uncle Ed had provided me with.

That night Stan invited me to his place. Even though he lived beside Uncle Ed for years…I had never been in his home. As soon as we stepped inside the door…he started undressing. He explained he was a nudist and I was welcome to join him. Hell, why not. He fixed his a screwdriver and offered me a Coors long neck bottle. We chatted…then he said, come join me in the hot tube. Hell….I didn’t know he had a hot tub. He had a senate room like a sunroom off the master bedroom. He also had leather chairs…a sling, and a collection of toys. We got in the hot tub and he told me some of the toys were Ed’s. But he didn’t want to keep them at his place especially when I was visiting.

We played in the hot tub. He had me to sit up on the corner of the tub and he nursed on my dick. Man…he was a phenomenal cock sucker. Honestly, I’d never been with a mature man before. Most of my sexual encounters were with guys my own age. I had no idea I was going to end up naked with the man next door. What a learning experience. The weekend was over before I knew it. I promised Stan I’d be back on December 26th right after Christmas. We had four days that week. Stan stretched my hole and used heavy stainless steel beads in my ass. Then he would put just the head of his uncut cock in my ass. Just the pressure of being so stuffed….I shot a major load of cum without even touching my dick. Stan was more of a top but he was more than eager to bottom for me. He really taught me how to edge and control my climax. Stan was definitely a mentor. As a 22 year old college guy to learn good man sex from a stud who had just turned fifty.

In February Stan came to Chapel Hill and he had arranged to get tickets for the Tar Heels and Duke game. I’d been at Carolina for three years and was never able to get tickets for this rival game. What a great weekend. Spring break Al wanted to come and join me at the beach house. I had to be honest and tell him about Stan. Al joined us and Stan destroyed the guy. It was extremely exciting to watch Al lose control when Stan blindfolded him and worked his body. Stan placed Al in the sling. We took turns using hole and FUCKING his face. Al loved it.

Al had to leave on Thursday to get to a family wedding. That morning over coffee Stan asked if I wanted to join him and some of his nudist friends. That night including myself we have six men of all ages and sizes naked in his home. We played with chocolate, strawberries and fresh pineapple. Stan stuffed a little bit of pineapple in my ass and three men worshiped my ass and ate me out. One drizzled chocolate syrup over my cock and licked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a big black man in the sling being face fucked while one guy toyed with his ass using a long neck beer bottle. These men were so attentive to me. At one point of the evening all of them had their hands and mouth on my body. I was in heaven.

Once I graduated from Carolina with a degree in accounting landed at job at the physical therapy center where Stan worked. By this point I had told my dad I was involved with Stan. My dad placed his hand on my shoulder and told me….after Uncle Ed’s divorce Stan was the guy who introduced Ed to his lifestyle.

Next time I saw Stan I entered his home and immediately grabbed his face holding it with both my hands. I kissed his passionately and told him ….you…you were the man who helped uncle Ed get his life back on track. I told him my dad filled me in. Stan was honest….but he said he didn’t want me to think he set out to fall in love with me just because I was Ed’s nephew. I grinned and said…you silly man….it’s because uncle Ed trusted you with his home while he was away was one of the reasons I knew you were a good man. Sure,,,it started out at fun, exploring man sex….but I didn’t think I would fall in love with him. Stan retired at age 65. We kept his home as our sexplay house and he moved in with me a couple of years after I moved permanently to the beach. We had an awesome life. Keep in mind…Stan was a trained physical therapist. Just imagine what he would do to my body…different positions and range of motion. The man was my everything.