The Cool Uncle

My uncle Jimmy was the coolest uncle in town. Or so I believed. The reasons were varied but what I can say if I am being honest, is that he was my sexual awakening and I never got over that crush. If you were to ask my mother, who is his older sister, she would tell you about how troublesome Jimmy actually was. But to me, Uncle Jimmy has always been the coolest.

We all lived in a small town by Kentucky's northern limits. It was an easy life and we all mostly enjoyed it. But there were things that were rare to find and for a boy growing up to be gay, the number of men to be attracted was short. Yes, one could always go to the movies and watch one of those buff Hollywood hunks, but other than a couple of guys from high school, most of the men in town were on the average note. Which never bothered me much and it was probably related to that sexual awareness I got starting with Jimmy.

I was still a young boy and we were on the public pool on a Sunday in the middle of a dry, warm summer. We were in the pool and I remember swimming again and again to him. I didn't let him go out from the water because I was always in his arms, touching and all. That time I didn't understand why the need was there – it was just there.

Nothing happened except that this was something that continued. I was not the most outgoing teenager ever, but there were always hugs with Uncle Jimmy, always a freedom to be cool. Like this one time we were hanging out on his couch, playing Super Nintendo and he said he had a new thing to show me. I was wearing some old shorts and so was he – I never managed to get shirtless next to other people, but in his place, I would probably just get naked and never mind. In fact, that day he came back to the living room wearing nothing else but a black leather jacket, like the ones we have seen on the television from an old Marlon Brando's movie that both of us thought it was super cool. He came swinging a cock that was wrinkled and almost hidden in the midst of black thick pubes. Uncle Jimmy was not a gym rat – he was round, with a firm but small gut he used to slap and laugh about. His belly and chest were hairy too and he always had a short but thick beard around his round cheeks and chin. He had sunglasses on when he came back and he shook his waist as if he was dancing to a Grease song.

“So what do you think? Ain't your Uncle the coolest?“

„Hell yeah, man. Look at that.“ I quickly pulled a small pillow over my lap, my eyes glued to his cock. It was hardly impressive looking small like that, but oh, I imagined it growing. Growing between my fingers, in my mouth.

A couple of months before this I had put my hands on some old gay magazines. I found them in a box, among magazines filled with tits and pussy. I took them home and jerked off to men sucking and fucking each other. In my Uncle's living room, my mouth watered, thinking I would do exactly the same, given the right chance.

But it didn't happen. At least, not then.

Another five years passed and through them, our relationship grew only stronger to the point that my dad would be jealous of it. But Jimmy's free spirit was always youthful – he was not a father, his only responsibility was to himself. The more I grew, the more questions I had about his life. Everything was so different from what I thought of as normal. He used to hang out with girls but never have a lasting girlfriend. He lived alone, worked to get the things he wanted to buy. He was wild and I loved that wilderness of him because I had figured quite soon that this was the only way I could live my own life.

Through the next five years, I managed to see his cock a few more times. When we went to the club, I always made sure to be in the locker room when he was too. At his place, some nights, we used to change clothes or just hang out almost naked. Each time I spotted it, even if briefly, my cock would lift immediately into a painful hard-on.

One time we even got on the bath together – it was just fun. We had been playing outside, dirty and sweaty it was all. But I found myself on the small bathtub with my uncle, my cock so hard I could not think of anything else. He noticed, poked it with the tip of his foot, and laughed it off.

“I used to get raging hard-ons when I was your age, Willy.“

We left at that. I was blushing like the fucking virgin I was and he was taking it as if it was nothing. That was my Uncle Jimmy for me. It took me some experience to understand a thing that was rubbing in my face since ever, but I never ever saw it.

The experience was with one of the town's pharmacists. Elliot Polter was a married man, father of three. A well-respected man who ran in the park quite often. On one of the nights he was going around, I sat there, hanging out, just killing time. I was 20, just a few weeks away from being 21. I was bored, tired of masturbating alone in my room. And I might have had a beer or two a friend of mine brought before. Alone, I just sat there, watching the night eat the rest of the day away. He passed through me once. Twice.

The third time he stopped by my bench.

“What's up, kid?“

I looked at him, almost as if noticing him for the first time.

Truth was, I started hanging on the park after I read in a magazine I bought that men sometimes cruised in parks. I thought maybe in my small town, that could be a thing. But it was Elliot Polter's and I never glanced twice at him. He was married after all.

“Want to suck my cock?“

The question definitely felt like a slap to my face.

“Fuck off.“ I told him, almost baring white teeth.

“Sorry.“ He finished tying up his shoes and went away. But he looked back and saw me still staring. I wonder how much courage he had to gather to come back, this time grabbing his bulge. “I think you want it, but you're scared. Don't be. I won't tell a soul.“

This time I was a bit more prepared. I stood up and he walked back, probably thinking I was ready to pick a fight. Instead, I looked at both sides.

“Here?“

He had a better place and he took me into the bushes, pulling his running shorts down to reveal a cock that was already hard. It looked veiny, even though it was a bit thin. I knelt and opened my mouth just to take in the scent of the sweat from all his running.

“Sorry, a bit sweaty.“

“I like it.“ I told him before my mouth closed around his girth and I sucked my first cock ever. No teeth. He told me after he came all over my face and hair that I did well because I didn't use my teeth. “Some young fags don't know how to do it.“

I had nothing to clean the cum out of my face and my hair. He obviously didn't either. Elliot barely said anything after the teeth advice before he was gone back on his way, running down the path faster than I ever saw him doing.

And me? I had just sucked my first cock. It was a dream come true and for a moment I just sat on the dirt, thinking about it. It was blissful, right before the anxiety kicked in and I imagined everyone talking about it the next day. I was a homewrecker. I was a faggot. I was sure that Elliot was running towards my house to tell my parents what a freak I was. That fear was so intense that when I got up, I ran straight to the only place I always felt safe.

I knocked three times before I heard him telling me to calm down.

When he opened the door, he had a towel around his waist. He was not wet from the shower, but he was slightly sweating.

“Sorry, uncle. I need to talk.“ Without waiting for an actual invitation, I stepped into the house. He had been in the living room. The TV was off and his clothes were all thrown around the couch. I could see his underwear and suddenly I felt a tickling under my pants. I looked away from it.

“I was not expecting you tonight. I was a bit... relaxed.“ He stuttered as he pushed things from the couch. I noticed a black VHS cover being tossed aside but didn't give it much thought. “What's the issue? You look distressed.“

I was. I was pacing up and down the small dark living room, looking down at my fight, completely forgetting that I hadn't look myself in the mirror, that a man had come over my face, that his sticky load still dried up in my hair.

For a moment, I stopped, tongue-tied. Was there a way to say it? I felt the urge, like a wave of words that would rush out and tell but also explain. Explain how I felt since I was a boy, how all was different, how I was blameless and helpless towards my own nature. I wanted to give him the details, to tell him the whole story. And to include the encounter at the park as the last drop of water on a glass that was already too full. There was a lot, a whole bible to write on thoughts and fears and shame and guilt and desire, so much desire, so much wanting what I shouldn't want. I felt my tongue moving and I thought I would be there with him for years to try to make him understand it was just me, Willy. That I wanted his love, despite being someone who lied so many years to him about what made me, me. And yet, the words came out as simple as I could afford them.

“I think I am gay, man.“

I heard him scoffing and I turned to look.

“You think you are- What are you going on about?“

“I think I'm gay. Like, I think I'm a fag, uncle.“

He leaned back, holding the sides of the towel. Was he hiding his cock from me now? He never thought it was a problem. I was definitely freaking out. What if I had screwed up the relationship with him? What if my uncle hated fags? It wouldn't be new – there was graffiti in town saying explicitly to kill fags. I felt a feeling of sinking and I couldn't swim back to the surface. I was falling deeper.

“Why do you think that?“

“What do you mean why? I know so, uncle.“

“So you know you are gay. What made you know now?“

I looked away from him for a moment. Just looking at his almost naked figure made me want to have a go, to touch, to suck, to kiss. I took a deep breath, the story passing by my head, the thoughts crumpling one over the other.

“I sucked a man at the park tonight. A married man.“

Jimmy sat down with his back straight. His belly had grown a bit bigger. It was still far from chubby, just like a dadbod kind of thing, but damn, I thought he was so fucking sexy, I just wanted to go and suck on his exposed nipples. I wanted to taste his sweat. I was so afraid though.

“At the park?“

I nodded.

“How it happened?“

“Uncle, I just told you-“

“Yeah, man, but how it happened?“

I took a deep breath again and I told him it was Elliot Polter and I gave him some of the stories, avoiding some of the details. He was suddenly up on his feet and walked to me with a smile. He looked at my face from up close. I almost held my breath, thinking he was coming to slap me or worse. Instead, I felt a finger tracing down something in my cheek.

“You still have his load here. Elliot Polter, that fucking asshole.“

“What?“

“He does that to everyone. Fucking closeted case. The worse of all. But he does fuck quite good.“

I looked at him astonished with the words that came from his mouth. What was Uncle Jimmy talking about anyway? Was he gay too? It was like opening a door to a very full closet – thoughts came falling down like an avalanche. Memories and conversations. And than the subtlety when my parents discussed Jimmy, the veiled words, the innuendos. I was suddenly flooded with the realization that my uncle was gay. I was suddenly aware that he was just like me.

“Well, boy, I never knew, but I should have. Guess you blindsided me.“ He was holding my shoulder. “Now go for a shower. Take his cum out of your hair. And go to sleep.“

“But uncle, I-“

“Don't tell anyone now. Not yet. I mean, your mom is just a crazy church type. We'll figure it out for you, son.“

I nodded. Suddenly, the fear was backing off. Uncle Jimmy leaned over me, one kiss at each of my cheeks. I felt his arms around me, his belly against mine. I hugged him back, tight. His sweat scent made my cock hard. I bet he felt that.

“Shower now. I'll order a pizza and you can go home later.“

That night, I sat with him, we had a big pizza. At some point, he had taken the towel out of his way, sitting naked by the table with me sitting across him. He turned the TV on and confessed that when I came in, he was watching porn. With the last piece of pizza in hand, we watched a scene in which two big guys made out in a hotel room.

We were good.

But as I stepped into that night to go home, I was troubled. The reasons were different but the feeling in my stomach was basically the same. After learning why Uncle Jimmy had always been different from the other adults, I thought I could do what I have wanted to do since I had my first hard-on. Touch him. Kiss him. Be with him as a lover. All of my eyeing that night led to nowhere. He had noticed how I watched his cock growing hard as we watched the movie. He had noticed how I touched him and told him how I liked my men less hunky and more like him. He had felt the way I hugged him longer than usual when it was time to go. And I felt his hard cock poking right over my own hard-on.

Despite all of it, I walked home alone without having done what I wanted the most. In my mind, the only explanation was that he loved me, he just didn't see me as a sexual partner. It bothered me and it felt like a splicit no from a crush. No. I will not fuck your ass, boy. And it devastated me.

For the next weeks, I managed to avoid visiting him in his place. If no was his answer, I would need time to focus and move on. We met outside, we didn't talk about things again. But each time I went home again I was just thinking about how much I would have liked to drop to my knees anywhere he wanted, just to give him a blow job without using the teeth, like Elliot had said I should.

Things took a turn on my birthday. At some point before lunch, we heard his bike – his new motorcycle – stopping by. I came to see him and there he was – sunglasses, a black leather jacket, old torn jeans. He waved and I waved back. We waited for him to come inside and he gave me one of his bear hugs that knocked the breath out of my body.

“Happy birthday, kid.“

“Thanks, Uncle.“

“I have a gift for you, but you have to come for a ride with me.“

My mother was already in the living room, watching us.

“Not on your bike.“

“Oh, come on, mom.“

“I'm serious. It's too dangerous.“

“No, it's not.“ I replied immediately and she gave me one of the stern looks.

“I'll take care of him, sis. I promise. I'll go as slow as it is allowed to.“

She was drying her hand on the kitchen towel.

“Do you have a helmet for him?“

“Of course I do.“

“He has to be here before five. We'll have guests arriving at six.“

“Promise.“

She let out a loud sigh.

“Fine. Go.“

She moved back to the kitchen, probably resigned that her son was a grown-up and she would have to learn to let go either way. I was already 21 – the only reason I still had my room with them was that I was going to the community college in the nearby city. It made the whole thing cheaper to travel for 40 minutes by train than to actually move out.

As she left the room, I felt Uncle Jimmy's thick fingers on my shoulder, squeezing it.

“Now here's my tip – go take a shower, but a deep shower.“

“What do you mean?“

“Clean your butt.“ He patted my ass and smile over at me. “Put a bit of water there and then the toilet. A couple of times. Just to make sure it is all clean.“

My cheeks were burning so I was sure they were as red as I felt they could be.

“Just an uncle's advice. You'll need that today.“ He winked over at me, moving after my mother and talking about someone I barely knew at the time.

For me, things were just moving slow. My Uncle Jimmy, my first and ever-lasting crush, had just told me to go and clean my ass. Of course, I knew what he meant. Of course, I had also read about it in a magazine. Those gay old ones had it all. I jumped my way off to the bathroom and started the process. It was all very awkward, but the whole time my cock was hard and it reminded me of what to expect.

I was done when I heard knocks on the bathroom door.

“Are you going to be there all morning? We gotta go, boy.“

I opened the door, completely naked, hard cock and all. He looked at it and gave me a dirty smile, holding my cock in one hand to test it out.

“Heavy, hm? Well, all clean? Good. Time to go.“

The words were soft. I could feel my legs weak as he continued to rub his thumb over my leaking head. I felt as if I could melt but he let go and I was suddenly standing there alone. So I ran to my room, put on my clothes and in another fifteen minutes we were jumping on his bike.

“Grab me tight.“ He told me as he started the engines.

I did. My arms passed around his body, his belly. I hold it tight as he meant and we started to move through the town. I could smell the leather of his jacket, the cologne he wore under it too. My eyes were closed as I kept sniffing those smells, wanting more and more. Nothing that town had to show would be better than the images those scents brought to my mind.

We left town by the north exit and we drove on the road for a few minutes more before he took a left and into a smaller road we went. A couple of small farms here and there, the odd house away from the city center and we were soon far into the fields. Another turn and we were riding on a dusty road. Now I was watching it all. I felt one of his hands on my hand and he guided me down his belly over to where his crotch was. I squeezed the volume there. It felt so hard on my hand. All the rest of the way, I played with my fingers there, thinking that for my 21st birthday, my uncle would give me the best present a boy like me could ask for.

He stopped by a small area where the grass was a bit taller, a bit wilder. We walked between it and down a small hill that led us to a hidden part of a stream that would probably lead to the main river. We stood by it, taking in the natural state of things, both of us with our hard cocks still inside our pants.

“Sometimes, especially on hot days, a lot of guys from all over the region come by for a quickie. Don't ever say I never taught you anything, hm?“ He pulled off his jacket and his belt. He kicked off his leather boots and soon he was dropping his pants off too. I copied his movements without an inch of hesitation, taking all of it off to stand next to him, naked. “Elliot is not a special case here, though. You are a smart lad, you can go far. So I suggest you leave here and go to the city when you are done with your studies. You can be happier there.“

He still wore his underwear – there was a wet spot on it. I listened while looking right at it.

“But until you go, I suggest you enjoy yourself. There's nothing wrong with sex, you know? It's natural. You are a man and you have that big dick of yours. You enjoy it as you want.“ His voice had a roughness to it. He talked about it all so freely. “I'll teach you about other spots as well if you think this one's too far.“

“Uncle?“

“Yes, boy.“

“I want you to fuck me.“ No one else I would have added, but I was afraid it would freak the two of us out with the intensity of its meaning.

“Well, why do you think I brought you here?“

He was finally moving towards me, he pulled me by the waist, his hand on my ass. I was in his arms, my lean, slim body over his hard gut, his hairy chest. This kiss was better than any other kiss I had in my life. His lips were not soft, they didn't taste of cherry, they were avid and they kissed me full of a passion and a hardness that felt like the toughness of another man. A need of another man. Our tongues met, we licked and they twisted around each other. I was naked, completely, and his finger was on my ass, moving further, finding the one place where I wanted him the most.

I felt him tickling right there at the entrance. I got tense and he chuckled.

“Relax. It's all on you today.“

All on me. The words felt just right. His kisses moved from my mouth to my neck, leaving a wet trail where his lips passed on my cheek. I felt it like a bolt all through my body, as if jolting through my limbs. His black beard was hard, it scratched my neck, my shoulders and when he moved down to my nipples I had closed my eyes and surrendered to his attentions. His finger was poking hard against my entrance, pushing, trying to slip in.

“Relax.“ I heard him say between his lips over my hard nipples. He bit one. Then the other. And I felt right after it his finger find a way into me. It was rough, it felt like breaking. I moaned with the pain of it and let it go. But my hole was clenching around his knuckles. “Relax. Give it to Uncle Jimmy, come on, boy.“

I took action when he stood up straight again. This time it was my turn. I descended over him, suckled on his tits. They were larger and fuller than my flat chest. It felt good to wrap my lips around one of his nipples, the hair around it rubbing over the corners of my mouth. I sucked and nursed those tits as my uncle moaned, his finger slipping in and out of the tight ring of muscles that chewed on him from my ass. I grabbed his hard cock, I felt it pulsate between my fingers. And going down, I licked his belly. I kissed it. I worshiped it. And I arrived at his hard cock which I took half of in one go, so hungry I felt.

The hardness laid on my tongue. The taste of the slimy precum a bittersweet thing that filled my mind with a want that I had never known before. I felt a hand on the back of my head as I dropped to my knees in front of his girth.

I moved back to take a look as it glistened under the gut with my saliva to wet it up. My uncle was clearly a grower – from that small wrinkled soft cock, a thick spear had risen from all the forest of his black pubes. He was uncut like me, probably because of our Latin and catholic heritage. His cock had a darker shade of skin and the head was big and plumpy, wet also. I licked it and moaned to the taste that filled my mouth. He pushed my head and I had that cock going all the way down my throat, just to grab his thighs and push back before the gag reflex kicked in.

“You'll be a goddamn good cocksucker, boy.“

I was damn proud if that would mean sucking his cock again and again. I would do it just so I could be his cocksucker. Before long, he was pulling my hair back, holding me in place. In my nose, all I could smell was his musky sweat – that sweat that lingered in his hairy crotch. If I close my eyes even today, I can remember that smell and I pop a hard-on almost immediately. Those were good times.

He turned and offered me his hairy ass which I kissed without thinking of what it meant. I had seen rimming on the magazines before but always thought it could not feel good. How wrong was I? Completely. To taste my uncle's ass was a gift I had no idea would be so good to receive. I licked the hairy crack, I felt the pucker twitch under the pressure of my tongue. I licked and licked and buried my face on it until he pushed me away again, turning to give me gentle, playful slaps on the face.

“Goddamnit, Willy. I know we'll make a perv out of you.“

Those would be insults but as the words hit me, I felt they made sense. I was sure they meant good things, promises of a life of doing what felt so good doing. I licked my lips, tasting him still.

“Now let me see that ass of yours.“

Next, I was on all fours on the stony side of the stream and his face was buried on my cheeks. If what I did before felt good, this felt divine. His beard scratched my ass, his tongue was so avid. It felt like it wanted to invade me, to be deep in me. I groaned and moaned so loud I thought the world would hear me and know how much I liked to have a tongue up my ass. My uncle's rough fingers held my cheeks tight, pulling them to the side so he would spread my hole until there was a dark opening in which his tongue would probe.

“I'm gonna fuck you raw.“

I only understood what that meant a couple of times later. He was the one who taught me all about condoms, but he was also the one who spread lube over his raw dick and shoved it in my butt with an eager gentleness. Despite the pain, I held my ground, and soon I was filled with cock. It was there, in my ass, pushing the muscle walls apart, touching my nerves in such a way I thought I would explode.

I was afraid an accident might happen so I tensed up, hoping nothing would come out.

“Don't worry. Relax and just enjoy it. There's nothing to worry.“

I trusted him. I trusted him to the point that I stopped thinking how odd it felt. I stopped thinking about the pain of being broken in like that. I stopped caring about my guts and thought about being fucked and it was the only thought that mattered as Uncle Jimmy climbed on top of me, his hands on my shoulders, his belly finding the perfect rest stop over the arching of my back. I felt his weight over me as his cock fucked my brains out. I cried and moaned and each time he asked me to be louder.

“Just let it all go, baby.“

And I heard him and I was asking him to fuck me harder, to use my hole. I begged him.

“I want your cock, uncle. Give it to me. Fuck that ass. Come on, man.“

The words slipped through and even when he hit too deep, too rough, all I did was let out a cry of pleasure.

I came at some point. I felt the deep urge coming, a wave. I thought I was going to piss so I grabbed my cock and that simple contact made the white load paint the rocks beneath me. I was screaming then and he stopped moving, cock deep until I heard his guttural groan on my ear and I felt the flood of his cum filling me up. I was no longer a virgin and deep in my guts, my uncle had marked me. I was changed, and his load had been the blessing of my growing up.

We fell exhausted by the side of the river. Naked, with the sun on our bare bodies. His load still escaped me. I didn't mind. I turned and wrapped myself in his arms.

“I thought you were not into me.“ I admitted in a small whimper.

“Nonsense.“

“I wanted you to fuck me that night at your place.“

“I wanted to fuck you too, but I thought you needed more time.“

“For what?“

“It had been your first blow job and you looked distressed. I wanted your first fuck to be good, out in the open, under the sun. I wanted it to be free.“

“You were my first and biggest crush you know?“

He turned to me, holding me tight into his bear hug. My hands caressed his hairy chest. I kissed him right over his right nipple.

“Only right that I have been your first man.“

My uncle Jimmy was right. Like I said, he was the coolest uncle in the world.