Uncle Joe's Story

Chapter 3

After reading about Uncle Joe and his friend Tim’s jack off session, my wife and I decided to call it a night. We agreed to pick up reading Uncle Joe’s diary tomorrow night after we put the boys to bed. All day at work I couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going through as he made his way through his high school years. I did a little research about being gay in the early 1980s, I discovered it wasn’t exactly an accepting time. Maybe this was why Uncle Joe was having such a hard time dealing with his sexuality and this part of the country was and still is pretty conservative. I guess I really couldn’t blame him.

We both arrived home from work and made dinner, I was setting the table.

She asked, “so have you talked to your dad about Joe?”

I shook my head, “no, I’m not sure how to bring it up.”

She turned to me, “do you think he might already know?”

I paused, “I don’t know, I never thought about that.”

We finished cleaning up after eating, play time with the boys, then a bath and bedtime story. We sat down and opened the laptop to where we left off last night.

 ***

 I was worried about seeing Tim the next day at school, what would I say to him? What would he say to me? When I saw him walking to his locker, he just kept his head down, so I did the same. It wasn’t until that afternoon that I saw him again and to my relief we just exchanged a polite hello and went on our way. Neither of us mentioned that incident nor did we ever repeat it. Again, I told myself that this was normal curiosity, and it didn’t mean anything. I mean the girl getting fucked in that video was very hot, that must have been what turned me on.

I just turned 16 and wanted to get a truck, so I got a part-time job at the feed store where my brother used to work. I worked Saturdays and a couple of days after school each week, I saved up enough money and soon was driving my very own 10-year-old truck. Most of my buddies had done the same and we would meet in town every Saturday night and find something to do. Some nights we would go out for pizza and then go to a movie or go bowling. Our group began to get smaller as one by one my friends started to get girlfriends. Of the guys who didn’t have girlfriends, I was closest to Randy. Randy had moved to town last year when his dad was hired as a loan officer at the local bank. We became friends quickly and have been hanging out together ever since. Randy didn’t play football, but he was on the wrestling team. He was about 5’8” and wrestled at 150 pounds. He had dark hair and eyes to match, all the girls liked him, but he didn’t really act too interested. He had the classic wrestler build, big chest, muscular arms, and legs, but he was very soft spoken and not at all cocky. Whenever all our friends were on dates, Randy and I would usually end up at one of our houses to watch movies. He would come to all our football games and cheer me and the team on, when it was wrestling season, I went to all his matches. I couldn’t help but notice how well he filled out that tight singlet. I swear it was a size too small, it could barely contain his chest, it also left nothing to the imagination in the crotch area. He certainly had the largest bulge of all the other wrestlers. After I watched him win his first match, I couldn’t get the image of him twisting and turning as he took his opponent to the mat. His muscles bulging with every movement, his round ass in the air as he held the other wrestler down.

That night as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, the scene played over in my head, except this time I was the one he was pinning to the mat, and we were both naked. He had me wrapped in a bear hug, I wasn’t resisting, I was letting him have his way with me. He stepped around behind me and pulled my arms behind me and locked his around my head, I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass. Jesus, I needed to quit thinking about this, he would beat the shit out of me if he knew I was having this fantasy. I was too far gone, my dick was never going to go down if I didn’t take care of it. I started to stroke as I pictured Randy manhandling me at his will. I loved the way his naked skin felt against mine, his hands all over my body as he threw me around and then falling on top of me. Two more strokes and I was reaching for a sock.

 ***

I looked at my wife as we finished reading this chapter.

I said, “Uncle Joe has it bad for Randy, huh?”

She nodded, “Terry Wright.”

I asked, “who is Terry Wright?”

She smiled, “a guy I went to high school with, I had it just as bad for him, he didn’t know I existed.”

I chuckled, “and I thought I was the first guy you lusted after.”

She laughed, “nope, but you were the last.”

I nodded, “nice save.”

She said, “don’t worry, he turned out to be a jerk. My friend Steph dated him for a while, and he dated Claire, Jenna, Maddy and…”

I laughed, “a player, huh?”

She nodded, “I think the last time I heard he was on his third marriage.”

I puffed out my chest, “so this plain boring guy isn’t so bad after all.”

She gave me a kiss, “you’ll do for now.”

I gave her an incredulous look, “for now?”

She grinned, “don’t worry, I don’t have the energy to start dating anyone new.”

After we teased each other for a few more minutes, we went back to our reading.

***

I didn’t have a crush on my best friend, I didn’t. I couldn’t, I wasn’t gay, damn it.

Randy and I continued to spend a lot of time together, I was careful to keep my feelings to myself. I didn’t want to damage our friendship, Randy was the only person that I felt I could really talk to. I would have liked to tell him about my feelings, hell I would have liked to talk to anyone about my feelings. I just didn’t think I could handle telling a teacher or the school councilor and while I knew mom and dad loved me, I don’t think they would understand. Randy would have been the only one I felt comfortable talking to, but the opportunity never presented itself. I mean it’s not something that can be worked into a casual conversation.

 ***

My wife looked at me, “what would you do if one on the boys told you that they were gay?”

I thought for a moment, “I think I would tell them that I love them and want them to be happy. Every parent wants their kids to grow up and get married and give them grandkids, but I would support either of the boys if things went differently. It was a different time 40 years ago, but I think I know grandma and grandpa well enough to know that they would have still loved Uncle Joe.”

She smiled at me, “I just want to give Uncle Joe a hug.”

I nodded, “I know, me too.”

We continued to read.

 ***

Football practice, working on the farm and at the feed store, caused the time to fly by quickly. We just finished our junior year and will be starting our final year of high school this fall. I was working full time at the feed store this summer to save some money for college. The heat of summer was upon us, and Randy stopped at the feed store to see me. He told me that his dad had taken a job as a branch manager for the bank, but it was in a different town, they would be moving by the end of the month. I was disappointed and I could tell that Randy wasn’t too excited about having to change schools for his senior year. The Sunday before they were going to move, I called him and asked if he wanted to go to Miller’s Pond to go fishing one last time. He agreed, I threw my fishing equipment into my truck and picked him up right after noon on Sunday. We drove to the pond and cast our lines out and we sat on the bank.

I said, “I’m sure going to miss you when you move.”

Randy said, “Yeah, I thought maybe this time I would be able to stay long enough to finish something, this will be the sixth school I’ve attended since my dad started to work at that stupid bank.”

We sat and relived memories of the last couple years and all the good times we had. The summer sun was hot today, so as we fished Randy pulled his shirt off, I did the same. I looked as his shirt came off, he was a town kid and spent a lot of time at the pool in summer, he had a nice dark tan already. I looked at my pale skin when my shirt came off, my arms were tan up to where my sleeves ended, all of us country kids had that classic farmer’s tan. The last year had been good to Randy, his chest was even bigger than I remembered, and his abs were well defined. Not to mention the nice patch of hair that was spreading across his chest. He was wearing shorts, and his legs were also covered in that same dark hair. I looked down at my chest, hair had also started to cover me and although my chest wasn’t as big as Randy, it wasn’t half bad.

Randy wiped the sweat from his brow as he looked up at the sun, “it’s getting hot, you want to go for a swim?”

I smiled, “that sounds good, but I didn’t bring my trunks.”

He looked around, “it’s just us, there no one else around, we can go skinny dipping.”

I looked at him, “skinny dipping?”

He stood and slipped his sneakers off, pushed his shorts down and took off running to the pond. I watched that firm round ass bounce as he dove into the water. God, that ass was sexy, and it was covered in that same dark fur, making it even more sexy. I removed my shoes and pants and followed him into the water. He was right, the cool water did feel refreshing. I swam out far enough, so that the water was at least waist high. I didn’t want to risk getting hard and Randy seeing it. We splashed around and started to push each other under the water. My worst fears were coming true when I felt my dick start to swell, being naked and this close to Randy was just too much. I tried my best to keep turned away from him. I was shocked when he pushed me under and I swear I felt his cock rub along my hip, and I was pretty sure it was hard too.

When I came back up out of the water, I looked at Randy, his face was slightly red. I’m not sure if he was embarrassed or if it was from the sun. We stood and stared at each other for a few seconds, that’s when we noticed that we had worked our way back to the shore and both of our stiff dicks were on full display. We both reached down to try to cover ourselves. Since we played different sports, this was the first time that I had seen my best friend naked. His chest and legs were golden brown, in complete contrast to his pale white ass and cock, his tan line stopped at his waist and on his upper thighs. His cock was standing proud in front of him, it was about six inches long, similar to mine but a bit thicker. A big purple mushroom head at the end with water dripping from it. I swallowed hard as my eyes went back to Randy’s eyes. He looked down at my cock, and when I looked back to his, instead of trying to cover himself, he had begun to stroke himself. I lost all inhibitions as well and my hand was soon stroking my cock, matching Randy, stroke for stroke. We stood there, watching each other working our dicks, neither of us saying a word. He slowly moved until he was standing right in front of me, I nearly jumped out of my skin when Randy pushed my hand away and grabbed my cock. Without thinking I reached out and took him into my hand to return the favor. We held our gaze, looking into each other’s eyes as we pulled at each other’s dicks. For the first time in my life, my cock was being touched by someone other than myself, it felt amazing. If I’m being honest, I didn’t hate touching another guy’s dick either, I don’t know how it could be both so hard and soft at the same time.

It didn’t take long, and we were both panting, I felt my nuts tighten and that familiar tingling and my cock began to spasm. My cum flew out, covering Randy’s hand and a squirt even landed on his stomach. I watched as Randy exploded at the same time, our baby makers mixing as they floated on the surface of the pond.

We both took a deep breath and quickly let go of each other. Randy stammered, “sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

I turned away, “it’s ok, it doesn’t mean anything, it was just…”

He quickly agreed, “yeah, um, I guess we should get dressed and head home.”

 ***

I sat back in my chair, “wow, that was…”

My wife looked at me, “yes, it was.”

 

To be continued…