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UNCLE D
As I sat on the steps in front of my apartment in Greenwich Village waiting for my uncle’s driver to show up, I was nervous. I mean, for sure I was excited too. I always love spending time at my uncle’s townhouse near Midtown Manhattan. For one thing I don’t have to share a room with my little brother like I do in our apartment here in the village. I know we are lucky to have a two bedroom place in the city for my mom, Kenny and me, but my uncle’s place is a freaking palace.
You see, my Uncle Duncan is rich. I mean really rich. He owns this hedge fund thing which for the longest time I thought meant hedges like in a yard. It’s about money and investing and using computers and algorithms which is like super complicated maths. Anyway, at his place, I have my own room, and I can relax there.
So why was I nervous? Because the whole incident at school was just so freaking embarrassing. But I knew Dunk, which is what everyone calls him, of all people would understand. I mean we are connected cosmically. That’s what my mom and her ex-girlfriend Audra say. Audra is a professional astrologer and all.
Me and Dunk were born on the same day, February First. OK OK, Dunk and I were born. I can hear my uncle’s voice in my head correcting my grammar. Anyway, that makes us both Aquarians which I think is the coolest sign out there. What’s more, Uncle D. was 33 when I was born. When we had our birthday two months ago, he was 44 and I was 11. He was exactly four times older than me. You see? We’re linked cosmically.
Another way we are connected is we’re both gay although I only came out to him less than a month ago. He’s been out since I was born, and everyone is really cool with it. Mom is sort-of gay. She has had a couple of girlfriends like Audra, but she also has had a lot of boyfriends. Take my father for instance. All I know about him is he is an artist like my mom, but she won’t say anymore. My little brother Kenny has a different father who is also a mystery. Mom says she doesn’t need a man hanging around giving her orders or complicating things.
But she does think it is important to have masculine influences on us boys. Uncle D. is perfect for that! You would never know he was gay from his voice and stuff. He plays sports and works out and is super fit. He’s also shown me how to be what he calls a fine young gentleman. And Uncle D always tries to make it to my soccer games or concerts and plays at school. In fact he pays the tuition for my brother and me at the Brookford Academy here in Manhattan which is crazy expensive. He went there and then went on to Harvard and Oxford. I admire him so much!
I thought I saw the Mercedes Maybach, but then I realized the driver wasn’t Matheus. Matheus ---which is like Brazilian for Matthew --- is my uncle’s houseman. He’s like a combination of butler and chauffeur, and he is really nice to me. When Dunk wants Kenny and me or just sometimes me to visit, he sends his car for us. He comes down to see us in the village a lot too and stays for dinner often.
What mom says is true. “There is no one like family. They have your back.”
Uncle Duncan is proof of that. When mom was starting out, he bought an apartment and let her live there rent free. Then when she started getting popular as an artist, he forked over the moolah for a gallery in SoHo. Now she is doing good, I mean well, and is buying the apartment from Dunk. And of course she is getting it cheap.
I started getting nervous again thinking of having to tell Uncle D. what happened at school. Then I remembered how cool he was about me coming out to like the only person at the time. Ok, I have to back up a bit.
I started, um, playing with myself right after my birthday. And I started doing that because I found one of the most excellent things around. Online porn. My mom monitors my phone like a hawk, and the laptop from school is also watched and blocks so much content it’s hard to look up anything. Uncle D. is super chill, though, and he let me use his personal laptop in his home office for school work and stuff. One day while he was working out in his home gym, I stumbled across these files marked porno. He had them ranked from 5 to ten in hotness.
Oh boy, my dickie got so hard looking at it. It took my breath away and made me feel hot and tingly all over. I grabbed myself through my pants and knew I wanted to see much more of this! I was grabbing myself hard and really getting into it when Dunk appeared in the doorway wrapped in a towel.
“Hey, Tyler. I’m going to grab a shower. Do you want to go to Luigi’s for spaghetti or get Chinese takeout?”
“Spaghetti,” I said turning fire hydrant red and hurrying to get off.
“Right on. We’ll leave in fifteen minutes,” he said.
Whew. That was close!
The Brookford Academy has two campuses. One is for first form like for Kenny and me which is nearby in the East Village. But since I was finishing sixth grade in June, this September I will switch over to the bigger campus on the Upper West Side. During the last semester, we had classes every Wednesday at the new campus for us to get familiar with it. But in order to catch the private bus for that, I would have to be on the apartment front steps at 5:45 AM. So mom and Uncle D. decided that I would spend Tuesday nights at his place. Every Tuesday after school, Matheus would pick me up and take me uptown.
It was on one of these Tuesdays in February that I discovered porn. Uncle D. and I walked to Luigi’s and had a spaghetti dinner, but all I could think of was wanting to see more of the porn.
“Are you OK, Tyler,” Uncle D. asked? “You seem distracted.”
“I’m just thinking of class tomorrow,” I lied.
“How do you like the new campus?” he asked.
“It’s great. The theater is huge, and the sports field is twice as big.”
“I am glad you like it. I loved it there. Were you able to look up the stuff for your paper on my laptop?”
“Um, yeah. Those school laptops are so lame,” I said.
“Good. Feel free to jump on it whenever you want. Just don’t touch anything on my work desk. You might mistakenly make a million dollar trade,” he joked.
I sure did jump on it! I usually arrived at the townhouse on Tuesdays before he got off work, and I hurried to get my homework done in the back of the limo on the ride over. Then I looked at porn. Matheus left me alone, and I could hear when my uncle came home, so I pulled out my little pecker and began rubbing it. That’s when on February 15th that I had my first orgasm! It was so awesome. No wonder everyone is so fucking nuts about sex! It’s fucking fantastic. I know I just used the F word, but fuck that is the word for it! The only thing that confused me was I didn’t shoot wads of cum like the studs in the pornos did. Well, with a little help searching the web, I realized I was still having dry orgasms. That was fine with me so long as I could get that great feeling.
My bedroom is on the same floor as Uncle D’s bedroom and his home office. Around two in the morning, I snuck back in there and rubbed myself to another dry cum. His porn was so exciting but sometimes weird. Some of the guys were tied up and wore leather masks. Then there were guys peeing in each other’s mouth! At first it seemed gross, but my dick suddenly orgasmed again. Pretty soon I was getting into them all. I couldn’t decide if I liked the sucking vids better or the butt fucking ones. It was all just overwhelming.
There were a few pornos with women in it, most where they get gangbanged by a bunch of men. But their pussies looked like nasty wounds to me, and their tits were just big blobs of fat. That’s when it dawned on me. I’m gay! Yet another thing in common with my cool uncle.
One night right after I sneaked into the office to beat off, I heard voices in the hallway. I hadn’t closed the office door because Dunk leaves it open and he would know someone was in there. I shut off the desk light and crept to the doorway in the dark. In the hallway, I saw Matheus totally naked standing in the doorway of my uncle’s bedroom. Then I saw Uncle D’s beard, and the two were French kissing. Then Duncan slapped Matheus on the ass.
“Good night, Master,” Matheus said.
“Goodnight, boy,” Uncle D said as he closed the door and Matheus walked naked down the hallway to the staircase.
“Did he call him Master?”
Well that was sexy, and I beat off just thinking about what I saw. It never occurred to me that Dunk would be having sex with his butler. The next Thursday I was back to beating off to porn in the office. Me record was five cums in one night.
This went on for a while, and I started looking at my uncle differently now. At the end of the day usually after dinner, he would yell, “Tighty whitey time!” This meant we were in for the night, and it was our cue to strip down to our underwear. He pressed a button on a remote, and the blinds on the first two floors would close. We have done this for years, and it is the same for my little brother Kenny when he comes over. Even Matheus would strip down, but now I began paying attention to his smooth but strong body. Dunk called it sleek. During this time Matheus would usually bring us a snack and then go to his room. Dunk and I would watch TV or a movie while I cuddled with him on the couch.
I began studying my uncle more closely. I noticed how muscular he was with deep ridges and piles of muscles on his arms. His stomach was flat and firm, and when he flexed, he had an eight pack ---two more than the six pack! His pecs were big and hard, and I loved the hair on his chest which was super smooth and soft like a pillow. Suddenly I noticed how he filled out his briefs. My uncle was hung! I could see the outline of a big fat cock with a huge cockhead. His balls were big too, and it made quite the package.
His couch has a section in the middle where you can recline with a leg rest coming up. He would lay back, and I could snuggle on his chest. Often as the night went on, I would sink lower stretching out on the couch and resting my head in his lap. He would stroke my hair. We had done this for years, and I thought nothing of it. But now, damn, I realized my head was right on his fat dick and balls --- separated only by a thin bit of cloth. I got so hard it hurt. Sometimes he would sit up, and I would sit in his lap. His package was then right on my ass. He would rub my chest and belly and my thighs. He wasn’t perving on me or anything. He’s done this for years. He’s just a very affectionate uncle. Mom says he’s a hugger. You can’t touch other people like this in school, we have lectures on that, but family is always an exception. Mom can cuddle me and so can Uncle D.
I began to feel a bit guilty because I was totally perving on Dunk and even Matheus. He didn’t wear tighty whities but these colorful briefs that looked like speedos. It really showed off his package. I’m sure the two of them didn’t even think about it. It was just samo samo. But I was so horny looking at them. It was like I couldn’t help myself. My dick was now awake, and it was running my life.
One Tuesday in March Dunk came home and gave me a laptop.
“Hey, Tyler. I didn’t know why I didn’t think about this earlier,” Uncle D. said. “These are standard issues for my new employees. They’re titanium and super thin and lightweight. It should fit in your backpack easily and not really increase the weight.”
I was so excited that I jumped into his arms and kissed him on the lips. He laughed and mussed my hair. Then he gave me a half dozen flash drives. I can’t tell you how this improved my life! Now I could download the porn from my uncle’s computer onto the flash drives and play them on the laptop in my room. I began beating off every day to porn. Back home I had to wait for my brother Kenny to fall asleep, but once he did not even an earthquake would wake him.
The next Tuesday after I was given the laptop, Uncle D. phoned to say he would be late coming home. Matheus carried on and cooked us an omelet for dinner which was delicious. Afterwards he called tighty whitey time. We stripped down to our briefs, and he told me about how he met Uncle D.
“I was eight years old, the same age as your brother Kenny. I was homeless in Rio De Janeiro and got separated from my grandmother and brother. Your uncle was working for a firm down there, and he found me picking through trash to find some cans to sell. When he heard my story, he began to cry. He fed me and let me sleep in his little bungalow up in the hills. For weeks we searched the slums of the city--- which are called favelas --until I found my brother who was your age at the time. He was running drugs for a vicious gang. My brother cried when he saw me and took me to their shack where my grandmother was sick in bed. Your uncle took her to a doctor and paid for my brother and me go to school. He bought a small house for us and continued to support us after he left Brazil.”
I had tears in my eyes and hugged Matheus. I can’t tell you how much I loved my uncle at that moment.
“Your uncle is a good man, Mr. Tyler. When I was twelve, I moved to New York and started at the Brookford Academy like you. It was hard with having only studied English for four years, but your uncle helped me with my homework every night. After I graduated at 18, I went to work for your uncle. That was seven years ago. My brother is now an engineer with a family of his own. My grandmother recovered and lived with my brother but sadly passed last year. Your uncle went with me to her funeral.”
That surprised me. I had no idea he went to my school. I never really thought about it, but it just seemed like Matheus was always around my uncle. I realized I was only four when he started working for Dunk.”
“Did you live in the dorms at Brookford?” I asked.
“No. I lived here. Well actually the first two years we lived at his place on Riverside Drive. We moved here two years later. I have the same room.”
That surprised me more. I did the math. He is twenty five, and he has been living with Uncle D. for 13 years.
“Didn’t you want to go to college?” I asked.
I mean Brookford is always bragging about the great colleges their students go to when they graduate.
“No. I know my purpose is to help and serve your uncle. He is the savior of me and my family. Besides, I am paid very well, live rent free in an exclusive townhouse, and I get to go back to Brazil every year for two months in July and August. I live like a king there.”
“Were you a good student?” I asked.
“I was average, but I was captain of the soccer team my senior year,” he said with a smile.
It was like I never knew Matheus. He was always doing nice things for me like ironing my shirts or slipping me treats in my backpack. But I really didn’t know him. I thought back on what I saw in the hallway. How long have Dunk and Matheus been having sex? As I looked at him in his yellow and green briefs, I noticed something weird about him.
“You don’t have any hair on your body,” I said.
“That’s right. Nothing below the neck. I hardly had any hair there anyway, and I like the look and feel of being totally smooth. I had it permanently removed. Now I am just like you, hairless from the neck down.”
That made me blush, and I sneaked a look at the bulge in his underwear. He wasn’t as big as Uncle D, but he was still huge to me. He smiled and pulled down his briefs to show me his bare pubes. We both giggled. Of course I was hard again.
“I am forever indebted to your uncle and by extension to you. If you ever need me, Mr. Tyler, just call.”
I hugged him, and he picked me up so we could hug smooth chest to smooth chest.
Uncle D came home a little while later looking like hell.
“Hey, kiddo. Sorry I am late. I am going to go work out and de-stress a bit. It’s been a very rough day.”
“What happened?” I asked concerned.
“The firm lost a lot of money today. It happens. Markets go up and down, but it makes a lot of clients anxious and unhappy.”
“Would you like a drink?” Matheus asked.
“No. I’d love the bong though after the workout,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.”
I was worried and followed him to his bedroom asking a bunch of questions. He stripped down to his white briefs, and I followed him to the ground floor where his gym is located.
“Something to remember, Tyler, is that there is no such thing as a problem free life. Stuff happens, and we have to deal with it. The firm will be fine.”
I never really watched my uncle work out before. Usually he went to his gym in midtown. He worked out at home, though, when I was staying over or he was short on time.
He walked to the corner and picked a jockstrap off a hook on the wall. He modestly turned away from me and slipped off his tighty whities. Hot damn! I got to see his ass. He pulled on his strap and sat on a bench while he put on a worn pair of sneakers.
“When we have our next birthday, you will be twelve,” Uncle D said. “Then you can start going to my gym. You’ll like it there. Males only. You can swim naked and box and work out in just jockstraps and sneakers.”
“Why do you wear a jock?” I asked.
“It’s required. Its official name is athletic supporter, and it supports your junk so you don’t strain yourself. You need sneakers because a lot of the equipment requires you to use your feet.”
He started off on the treadmill, and he pushed himself hard on it. He must have been working off a lot of stress. I couldn’t take my eyes off his muscled ass! Uncle D started sweating hard. After the treadmill, he bent over to adjust one of the machines. Hot damn! His cheeks parted, and I could see his butt hole and a whole bunch of sweaty hairs. Of course I had a boner, and I tried to fluff my briefs so it wouldn’t show.
On one machine he was on his back and pulling his arms together with heavy weights. I got a close up view of his jock. It was stained yellowish brown and was stuffed with his man meat. Man meat, ha ha. You can tell I had been watching a lot of porn by that time.
Afterwards he went straight to the family room on the same floor. Matheus had set out a bong and a baggy of weed. He took several hits, and I could tell from his red eyes he was getting high.
“Can I have some?” I asked.
Uncle D looked at me and chuckled, “I would rather you did marijuana than alcohol or other drugs. Let’s compromise. Hey Matheus. Could you bring the pot gummies?”
Mattheus raised an eyebrow but came back with a box. Duncan gave me one.
“Thanks, Uncle D,” I said excitedly. I had always wanted to try pot.
“Watcha want to watch, kiddo?” he asked after taking a couple more hits.
“The Boys!” I said excitedly.
I had watched a few episodes with my best friend Freddy. I think he is gay too, but we have never had that conversation.
“OK. But I warn you, it’s gory. I don’t want you to have nightmares.”
“I’ve seen some before,” I said using the remote. “That stuff is faked.”
What I really liked about it was the hot gay scenes --- no full on sex but lots of kissing and in bed together. And the best part was they had full male nudity! There was one scene where a naked man got small and climbed into a man’s dick through his pee hole. The scene ends all gross and all, but I couldn’t believe the first part was in a TV show!
I put my head on my uncle’s soft furry chest, and he smelled wonderful.
“Oh, jeez Tyler!” my uncle said. “I never showered. I must stink.
“I think you smell great!” I said.
He crooked his head a looked at me with a little smile.
“You’re all boy, aren’t you? Nothing girlish about you. If you can handle my smell, maybe we should go camping in the Maine woods this summer. A week without showers and sharing a tent. Would you like that?”
“Yeah!” I said excitedly.
“Good boy,” he said as he pulled me onto his lap.
I could feel the ridges of his jock on my ass through my briefs.
I started to feel the effects of the pot gummi. It felt so good. We watched the show as my uncle ran his hands over my chest and belly. He strummed my tits like he was playing a guitar, and he poked my belly button and ran circles around it. I was totally hard, but I didn’t even care if he saw it.
“Whoa,” Uncle D slurred. He was so high. “This show is violent,” he said after Homelander lasered off a dude’s head.
“It’s all fake,” I said.
There was a scene with a naked man, and his nice fat adult cock was swinging everywhere. I think I could feel my uncle chubbing beneath me. Eventually Uncle D reclined, and I stretched out on the couch with my head on his firm belly. My nose was right near his sweaty, musky jockstrap. The smell must be like those popper thingies I see men using in porn. It made me so horny.
Soon my uncle was snoring, and I moved my face onto his jock. I wanted to taste it, but I was too afraid. The smell was enough to make me dizzy and happy.
I felt a hand wake me. It was Matheus.
“You both need to go to bed,” he said helping me to my feet.
He then woke up Uncle D., and he led both of us under each arm to the private elevator. Duncan’s bed was turned down, and Matheus got him into it. He pulled his jockstrap down and off him. Hot damn! I saw my uncle’s thick black pubic hair and his dick and balls. They were huge. His dick was soft and still twice as long as my boner. His dickhead looked like a plum. His balls were smooth and wrinkly and massive!
Then Matheus took me to my bed which was also turned down. To my shock, he pulled off my briefs.
“Hey,” I said all stoned and sleepy.
“It’s healthier to sleep in the nude. It’s the Brazilian way,” he said looking at my hard little dickie.
He kissed me on the forehead and covered me up.
“I will call in sick for you at school tomorrow. Sleep in and drink this water,” he said pointing to a big glass on the nightstand.
The last thing I saw before I fell asleep were his briefs tenting with a boner and a big wet spot.
I woke up the next morning panicking that I had missed school, and then I remembered Matheus called in sick for me. He is on the list of people at school who can pick me up and care for me. It felt so naughty and sexy to be in bed buck ass naked. I usually slept in my briefs, but this felt so much better. I rolled over and rubbed my boy dickie on the cotton sheets.
When I got up, though, I realized I had no clothes. Uncle D. had mentioned leaving some clothes in my room there, but I always forgot. I went into my bathroom and wrapped a towel around me. I found Matheus in the kitchen.
“Good morning, Tyler,” he said dancing in place to Brazilian music while he chopped vegetables. He was only wearing a pair of tight purple shorts.
“I don’t have any clothes,” I said.
“I am washing them. They were a mess. Duncan has spoken about the need for you to have some clothes kept here. They should be ready in an hour. Feel free to walk around naked. It’s just us.”
“Yeah. I do need some clothes here,” I said blushing and pulling my towel tighter. “I bet you had to use extra bleach on Uncle Duncan’s jockstrap.”
Matheus looked at me funny. “Oh no. Your uncle is quite superstitious about his jocks. He never washes them. He believes the accumulated sweat from all his workouts is a source of power. Like Samson and his hair.”
Then with a crooked smile he added, “I hung it back up in the gym. You have the day off. Enjoy the townhouse. We will leave at three to go back to Greenwich Village.”
How do I describe Dunk’s townhouse? It is in Turtle Bay which is between Midtown and the United Nations. It appears to be four stories from the front, but this is because you enter on the second floor. The bottom floor opens onto a huge private garden shared by the ten townhouses surrounding it. On the bottom floor is the home gym, the wine cellar, a small kitchen, and a huge family room where we watch TV and hang out. The second floor is for entertaining with a living room opening onto a crazy big patio overlooking the garden. There’s also a big kitchen, a formal dining room plus my favorite room in the house --- the library. It has two redwood doors more than twice as tall as me carved with gargoyles and globes and maps. Inside, the room is fifteen feet high and covered with built in redwood shelves from ceiling to floor filled with books. Uncle D is always encouraging me to read, and he has given me a few shelves to store my books. Mostly they are books on ancient civilizations and music, but I have all my Harry Potter series there too. Even my little brother has his own bookshelf filled with dinosaur books and Dr. Seuss.
The third floor has five bedrooms including ones for Matheus and my little brother Kenny. The fourth floor is taller than the other houses around it, and we have amazing views of Midtown. My bedroom, Dunk’s room and his home office are located there. I can see the East River from my bedroom. The top floor is all one huge room Uncle D uses for his ritzy parties. Presidents have been there. It has great views in every direction with a wrap around patio. It’s filled with really expensive paintings and sculptures as well as a Yamaha grand piano which cost 750 thousand dollars. I love that piano because it makes my average playing sound like I am at Carnegie Hall.
I went to the top floor and played the piano as I looked at the city all around me. Feeling naughty, I took off my towel and played naked. I got hard really quicky. Then I walked around the room totally naked. It reminded me of that movie Freddy and I watched called Saltburn where the guy danced naked through this big English mansion. But there was one place I really wanted to go. I think you know where that is.
Leaving my towel on the piano bench, I took the private elevator down to the ground floor. It was so thrilling to be naked like that. I went to the gym and found Uncle D’s jockstrap. Then I lied down on the padded floor and beat off while I sniffed it. OK, I did more than sniff. I started licking and tasting it. I could see dried white flakes in there and was so turned on. It had to be his dried cum! I tasted his man sweat and probably his pee too. I came hard fast but could not stop beating off. I sucked it some more and came twice again. I wished I could cum actual cum and wipe it up with his jock.
I was going to walk right into the kitchen naked, but after cumming three times, I chickened out. What did Matheus mean by saying it was OK to walk around naked? I was so curious about him. Is he interested in me for sex? When did he start having sex with Dunk? I couldn’t ask him that without revealing I was sneak watching porn on Dunk’s office computer and saw them kissing. I went back to my room, and my clothes were neatly folded on the bed. As I was putting on my uniform, Uncle D called.
“Hey, kiddo. How are you doing today? I hear you stayed home from school.”
“Yeah. Matheus called in for me. I’m great. How are you? How is your company?”
“We are both doing fantastically. Did you have fun last night with the gummi?”
“Yeah! I really liked it,” I said.
“Good. I am glad you enjoyed it. So listen, I think that the pot gummi and the TV show we watched should stay between us. You know, guy stuff.”
“For sure. What mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
“Exactly. What happens at the townhouse stays at the townhouse. Listen, I won’t be able to see you today, but I look forward to next Tuesday.”
“Me too, Uncle D. Love you!”
“Love you more!” he said.
Matheus drove me home with a bag full of coconut crisp cookies. I sat up front with him, and he let me pick the music. He was his normal cool self.
The next couple of days after school, Mom took Kenny to the dentist and then shopping. That gave me plenty of time to watch more pornos I downloaded from Dunk’s computer.
I found eight of them marked with scores 8 through 10 which excited and confused me because they were from Family Dick and Say Uncle. I had no idea that these types of videos, what’s the word? Oh yeah, incest. I had no idea he was turned on by incest. Was it just a fantasy? Was he as excited about me as I was him? I mean, he hadn’t treated me any differently. He was just the same old loving Uncle D. Then it suddenly hit me that he didn’t know I was gay! He probably thinks I am straight and not into guys. That’s when I decided to come out to him the next week!
The next Tuesday, I was surprised to see Dunk in the backseat of the limo when Matheus picked me up.
“I had meetings all morning in the financial district. It was perfect timing to pick you up on the way home. I put our electric bikes into the trunk, and I thought we could zip around Central Park for a bit. It’s a beautiful day!”
“That sounds so cool,” I said. “Um, Uncle D, there is something I have been wanting to tell you. This seems like a good time.”
“Sure. You know you can tell me anything,” he said taking off his tie and loosening his collar. He looked so handsome with his black beard with just a small line of silver in it.
“Uh, can we do that?” I said pointing to the privacy screen button. I didn’t want Matheus to hear. Not yet.
Dunk pushed the button, and the barrier went up.
“This must be important,” he said putting a hand on my shoulder.
“I just want to say it to you first. I’m gay!”
Uncle D looked a little surprised before he smiled.
“Hey, buddy. I am so honored you chose to tell me first,” he said patting me on the back. “Now don’t me wrong, but I have to do my due diligence as an uncle. How do you know you are gay? You haven’t gone through puberty yet, and that can awaken parts of you that are hidden now.”
I hadn’t expected that question.
“Because I don’t like girls. Not like Kenny who thinks girls are yucky, but I am not attracted to them at all. But guys I am for sure.”
“Are there some boys in your class you think are cute? That Freddy boy?” he asked with a grin.
“No. They all look like little boys to me,” I said.
“Duh,” my uncle said with a laugh. “They are little boys.”
“I like men like Frenchie on The Boys or even the Butcher. Guys with hair on their chest and beards and stuff. And I’ve seen, you know, stuff on the Internet which lets me know for sure I like guys not girls,” I said squirming a bit.
“Oh, I get it,” he said nodding with a knowing look. “You’ve been looking at porn. Kids these days. Hell, I would have loved to see porn when I was your age, but the Internet was just being developed, and we certainly couldn’t afford a computer. Gods that makes me feel old,” he said with a chuckle.
I knew Uncle D would be super chill about it! I wanted to tell him I got the porn from his home office computer, but then I knew he would freak out.
“You should tell your mom you’re gay. I am having dinner at your place on Saturday. I can be there when you do.”
I kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks Uncle D. It will be a lot less awkward if you are there,” I said.
“She’ll be fine. Half of her friends are gay, and you guys live in the freaking village. Hey, I think we should tell Matheus now. He’ll be so happy for you,” he said.
“Really. Is he, you know, gay too?” I asked pretending not to know.
“Oh yeah. Every gay guy of means should have a gay houseman. You know, he changes my sheets and all,” he said with a wink.
I blushed at that. “OK.”
He pushed the button to bring down the barrier.
“Hey Matheus. Tyler has some great news. He just came out to me!”
Matheus broke into a big smile in the rear view mirror.
“That is so wonderful. Welcome to the club. I will bake you a rainbow cake to celebrate,” he said.
We all laughed.
We stopped in Central Park and put on our helmets before speeding around the roads and paths on our electric bikes. It almost felt like we were flying. This was one of Uncle D’s super special Christmas presents. Afterwards the three of us pigged out on Nathan’s hotdogs. It was a great coming out day!
When we got home, the three of us had a gummi to celebrate. Uncle D worked out, and I kept him company. He still turned modestly to put on his jock, but that was OK. I still got to see his sexy butt! He got all sweaty again, and I was afraid he was going to shower. Instead he called tighty whitey time and headed for the leather couch in the family room. We watched The Boys again, and I snuggled on his furry pecs right under his armpit. I was in heaven! Later Matheus brought us dishes of ice cream, and he sat with us. After a while I stretched out on the couch as Matheus cleared the dishes and disappeared. Dunk wasn’t as stoned this time, so I had to content myself with just smelling his musky jock. He stroked my hair and got into the show with me.
“There’s the guy you like,” he said pointing out Frenchie in bed with his sexy black boyfriend.
But still nothing. No coming onto me like in the pornos. When it was over, he tucked me into bed and kissed me goodnight, but he did not take my underwear off like Matheus did. I was disappointed, but I still had my porn to beat off to I thought as I slipped off my briefs.
Later that night, I snuck into his home office and downloaded his latest porn onto a flashdrive. When I looked through it in my bedroom, I nearly choked with excitement. Holy fuck, there was a video with Uncle Duncan sitting in the exact chair I had been sitting in at his home office personal computer. He was stark naked, and his big man cock was sticking straight up. He reached into a jar of lube and started stroking himself up and down. Damn, his dick was huge, and his dickhead was purple and wet with precum. I could also see the sweat on his body. He stuck out his tongue just like they did in those gooning vids of his.
“Yeah, you like this big dick?” he asked the guy he was chatting with. “You want to see this in your boy’s ass?”
I wish I could see the other guy, but it never showed him or played his voice. Instead Uncle D. stood up and moved the phone to show his new position. There was a small rubber ass with a hole in it sitting on his desk. I dry cummed hard when he shoved the whole length of his cock right inside. Oh my god! He then went on to fuck that ass just like the porno stars did. Sometimes he thrust hard, and sometimes they were long and slow. I loved watching him from the side fucking into that sex toy. His sweaty muscular body looked so good, and his big dick going in and out of that ass with his big balls slapping against it. I realized the ass was much smaller than his ass, more like the size of my ass! Was that on purpose or just the way the sex toy was made?
“Yeah, I will fuck your boy right. I’ll show him and you how it’s done!” Dunk said kind of snarling while he looked at the screen which I couldn’t see.
“You like me cucking you with your son, don’t you? You need a real man to fuck him right. Fucking pervert! I am going to breed the fucker!”
With that he pulled out and shot load after load of man cum on the rubber ass. He looked like an animal --- a sexy wild animal! When he reached over to turn off the phone, I could see the gobs of sperm on his dickhead and the sweat dripping from his wet pits!
Needless to say, after that no beating off was complete until I watched Uncle D in action. I usually had time for at least three dry cums a day, and I saved the last one for him. The video made me wonder. Was the person he was talking about fucking really the man’s boy? Was it his son? I had seen plenty of videos where men call their sex partner their boy. I got really excited to think it might really be a real little boy he was talking about. So why did Uncle D never make a move on me? He knows I am gay now. I was confused.
The next Saturday my mom made her famous lasagna for a family dinner. Now that grandma died, our family is literally her, me, Kenny, and Uncle Duncan. I was a little nervous coming out to her that night but knowing that Dunk would be there made it better.
When Uncle D arrived, he wasn’t wearing his usual suit or expensive clothes. Instead he wore torn jeans, boots, and a shirt that showed off his entire torso. He called it mesh. He hugged mom for a long time and kissed both her cheeks.
“It looks like someone is going out later,” Mom said with a smile as she looked him over.
“Yep. When in the village, it’s time to pillage. This is for later. Don’t open it until then, he said putting a big cake box on the counter.
“Where did you get that?” she asked.
“Matheus made it. You’ll see why later,” he said with a grin.
“Is he here? Outside waiting in the car?” she asked.
“Yeah. He’s my driver,” he said casually.
“Tyler, go down and fetch Matheus. Anyone who makes a cake for us should eat with us. Honestly, you should bring Matheus for these dinners. He’s like family. And leaving him in the car is, well, undemocratic.”
I went down and found him parked down the block. I knocked on the window, and he took the headphones off.”
“Mr. Tyler,” he said smiling and he rolled down the window.
“Mom wants you to join us for dinner,” I said.
He jumped out of the car and walked with me to our apartment with his arm around my shoulder.
“Tonight’s the big coming out to your mother, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“I’m proud of you, my gay brother,” he said.
That made me feel good. Like I was a member of special club.
Dinner was delicious, and we had a lot of fun. Matheus was funny and telling stories of his life in Brazil. Of course my little brother Kenny was all over Uncle D who brought a book on Pterodactyls and three Matchbox cars for his collection. I wasn’t jealous of the attention he gave him because I had Dunk to myself a lot. Just like he is with me, Dunk hugged, kissed and petted my baby brother. Like me, Kenny thinks Uncle D is the coolest.
Then Kenny was sent off to play, and I told my mom the news.
“Pshaw,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “I’ve known that for years. If you’re half the man your gay uncle is, then I will be happy. I love you forever no matter who you love.”
Awww. I cried a little at that. She’s the best --- most of the time. She then moved on to tell me I needed to go shopping with her that week.
“You need to get some clothes appropriate for Montauk. We are going up next week for spring break, and you know the code there. You can’t dress like a street hoodlum.”
“Aw, mom. I HATE Montauk. The Hamptons are filled with a bunch of these uppity snooty people. They don’t want you to wear shorts! Shorts! They hate tee shirts too. They even hate bathing suits in town.”
“Well, they love my art, and they pay the bills. I made more money there last summer than I did all year at the SoHo gallery.”
“But the apartment there is way smaller than here. And I HATE being babysat by Julie.”
Julie was an intern at mom’s gallery and a college student at Columbia.
“Someone needs to look out for you and Kenny when I am working. You know most people would love to stay in the Hamptons. The beach is right there.”
“It’s so boring. I hated last summer,” I said pouting.
“Next week is spring break,” Uncle D said, “and I was thinking that maybe Tyler would like to spend it at my place. I need some time off, and we can finally finish touring the Met. They have a new ancient Roman collection on display.”
“Can I, mom? Please? Please? Please?”
“And I could take him shopping. Ralph Lauren, Tom Ford. The Gap. Montauk won’t know what hit them,” Dunk added.
“Well, alright. But only as long as I pay for the clothes,” Mom said.
“Not a chance. I have every right to spoil my nephews,” Uncle D said with a grin. “Now let’s eat Matheus’s cake!”
The cake was like four layers, and the frosting was a rainbow flag. A lemon cake with gay frosting. It was super yummy.
“Thanks Matheus!” I said half hugging him in the chair next to me.
“My pleasure, Tyler. You are very lucky to have a loving and understanding family.”
I thought this was a good time to ask some questions.
“Mom, did you know that Matheus lived with Dunk while he went to Brookford? He was the captain of the soccer team.”
“Of course. Your uncle rescued him and his brother from poverty. Your uncle is quite the philanthropist. He funds food banks all over the city,” she said proudly.
“It’s no big deal. From those who have been given a lot, a lot is expected in return. I’ve just been lucky.”
“Are you two boyfriends?” I blurted out.
Dunk laughed. “No. We are good friends, and now he takes care of me professionally.”
“It’s been a while since you’ve had a boyfriend,” mom said. “Whatever happened to Christopher?”
I vaguely remembered Christopher. I liked him. He used to play trucks with me.
“We were together while he was at NYU film school. After he graduated, he went to LA to work. We just kind of fell off. We’re still friends though.”.
“That was, what, five years ago?” mom asked scooping ice cream for the cake. “You need a new boyfriend instead of picking up guys in a bar for the night.”
That explained it. They broke up when I was six. No wonder my memory was fuzzy.
“I’ve been busy with work,” Dunk said. “And besides, look whose asking? Your boyfriends and girlfriends last on average three months --- if you’re lucky. And you put in a lot of hours in the studio.”
“I am finally getting recognized and selling, so I need to produce,” she said with a shrug.
As we ate, Matheus put his hand on my bare thigh under the table. This was something Uncle D did a lot, but something he had never done before. It also felt different. Like when I got shocked in science class touching a live wire. It made my dickie hard. Maybe Matheus was interested in me, I thought. I looked at him, and he grinned. I was going to have to explore that on Tuesday night.
But I didn’t go over Tuesday night. Because Tuesday was the day that big mess at school happened. Before the shit hit the fan as Dunk would say. Everyone kept saying I wasn’t in trouble, but they sure acted like I was. And now here it was Friday, and I was waiting for Matheus to pick me up to take me to the townhouse for spring break. I didn’t want to tell Uncle D. It was sooo embarrassing.
Then I saw the Mercedez pull up. Matheus got out and held the back door open. Uncle D was sitting inside. Matheus grabbed my duffle bag and put it in the truck.
“Hey Tyler,” Uncle D said a little cooly. That made me more nervous.
“Hi, Dunk,” I said hugging him.
Duncan pushed the button for the privacy screen to go up.
“You’ve had quite a week from what I understand. I have heard some of it, but I know there is more. We might as well have the conversation right off. I want you to tell me what happened. Don’t leave any details out, and don’t lie to me.”
“OK,” I said gulping.
“Well you know how every year we are assigned a mentor to work with us on a subject? Well I got Mr. Sands who was my theater director when we put on Newsies, and he is or was my music mentor. You know the last hour of the day is for mentoring? So we have always had a close relationship. Mr. Sands is a hugger like you. Even though we have strict rules about appropriate touch and all, Mr. Sands and I goof around with each other all the time. Make faces. Crack jokes. Put ice down each other’s shirts. When he was helping me with my diaphragm for singing for the play, he had me take my shirt off, and he pressed in the parts of my belly and chest to show me where my voice should come from,” I said.
“And he comes behind me when I play piano, and he massages my shoulders to relax my playing. He did that Tuesday, and then he sat next to me to help me with my chords. I was wearing my school uniform shorts because it has been warm, and he put his hand on my thigh.”
Uncle D grunted almost like he was disgusted. “Go on,” he said.
“Then he slipped some fingers underneath the shorts. That made me get, um, really hard you know, but I pretended it wasn’t happening. Then he started rubbing my dickie through my shorts.”
“So he’s a pedophile,” Uncle D said without emotion.
“Um, I guess so. So, anyway it was feeling really good, and I put my hand on his crotch and felt him too. He was like totally hard. He moaned and squeezed my dickie. I reached over and, um, pulled down his zipper and reached inside. That’s when Mrs. Henderson walked in. She couldn’t really see us, you know, down there because there is this half wall with plants on top, but Mr. Sands jumped up all nervous like. He stuttered and said, ‘That’s enough piano for today Tyler.’ I don’t think Mrs. Henderson thought anything of it, and she said she was looking for Mr. Connors and left.’
“Mr. Sands, though, started freaking out. He was saying things like ‘We shouldn’t have done that. Oh my god I could lose my job and go to jail.’ I didn’t want that to happen to him.’
“I thought that everything was OK except Mom got a call from the school saying they wanted me to not go to the other campus Tuesday but come to my regular one. When I got there, the principal, counselor, therapist, and Mr. Sands were waiting. I got really nervous. They kept saying I had done nothing wrong, but they were totally acting all serious. They said that Mr. Sands reported that we had been tickling each other, and I took it too far and touched him down there inappropriately. That’s not the full story, of course, but I got why he said that.”
Uncle D sighed. “I understand as well. He could lose his job and go to jail and ruin his whole life. What did you say?”
“I said I was sorry. They said it was OK and Mr. Sands took responsibility for the part he played. They said he crossed the line a little bit, but what I did was super inappropriate. They said it was a learning opportunity, but they also decided to cancel my mentoring sessions with Mr. Sands for the rest of the year --- which is only six weeks. Now I end the day with study hall. It makes me so sad,” I said.
Uncle D put his arm around me and said softly, “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“But that’s not all. They also said I had to see the school therapist every week now. I really hate her! She asked me all sorts of sneaky questions, and I know she was itching to get me to confess more. I didn’t, and I kept saying sorry, and then I cried. That made her stop, but she said we would continue after spring break. I don’t want to!”
Dunk turned to me and asked, “I have a couple of questions. Are you attracted to James Sands? I mean, we both know you’re gay.”
“Um, yeah, he is pretty cute. I like his beard and face, but his body seems kind of soft. But I really like him as a friend too. He’s funny, and he gets me. He’s also the best piano instructor.”
“OK. But you enjoyed it when he fondled your penis?”
I blushed and nodded.
“That’s understandable. It feels good. What did you want when he fondled you?”
“I dunno,” I said blushing. “Maybe to rub it. He was making me feel good, and I wanted to do it back.”
Uncle D rubbed his beard.
“Apart from that incident, have you done anything sexual with anyone else? Jerk off with a buddy? Suck a dick? Get sucked? Anything like that? I know you’ve seen porno, so any of those things?”
I was kind of shocked he talked that way, but I honestly answered, “No. I just started beating off two months ago.”
“OK. I have a couple of observations. “First, reaching over and unzipping his trousers and putting your hand inside was a pretty slutty thing for you to do with your teacher,” he said sternly.
Then his face softened.
“But I don’t really blame you because most boys are little sluts. Most of all, I am extremely proud of you for protecting your teacher. That shows real character.”
I was a little shocked by being called a slut, but I like the praise about protecting Mr. Sands.
“You don’t mind that he is a pedophile?” I asked.
“Honestly, no. People can’t help what you are. Just because he is sexually attracted to little boys doesn’t make him bad. I am lucky enough to be born a decade after Stonewall which was the beginning of gay rights in the US. You were lucky to be born a few years after gay marriage was legalized. Before that, gays were treated like they were sick criminals. You could lose your job, go to jail, and ruin your life just for being gay. It’s the same for pedos today. Pedophilia has been around forever, and a lot of cultures totally accepted it. Roman, Greek, Arab, Japanese, Nordic countries, Native Americans,” he said tousling my hair.
I was surprised at how cool he was about it all.
“I am also proud of you for having the guts, or the balls shall we say, to go after your teacher. Too many boys who are introduced to porn become addicted to the sensation of just watching. They are too afraid to go for the real thing. Sometimes this goes on and on, and they are still virgins into their twenties. That is very sad.”
I giggled when he said I had balls, and his next statement was also unexpected.
“Oh, and as for that cunt of a therapist, don’t you worry about her. I give a shit load of money to the school and sit on the school’s endowment board. I will make a call and end that nonsense.”
“Thank you, Uncle Duncan,” I said kissing him on the cheek. I was surprised by the crude language. I never heard him use the C word ever.
“Anything for you, my boy.”
When we returned to the townhouse, Dunk took me into the library which like I said is my favorite room in the place.
“I want to show you a very special book,” he said said pulling a rolling library ladder over. He climbed up high and opened a cabinet with a big, old time looking, brass key. He pulled out a large hard bound book like the ones you see on coffee tables. Except this one looked old and expensive.
“I was telling you about how many societies accepted pedophilia as normal. Two of them were the ancient Greeks and Romans. It was considered quite normal for a high ranking and wealthy man to take a young boy as his lover. They were often from other noble families. The boy would stay with him until he was a man which in those days could be as early as thirteen or fourteen. The man would teach the boy all about how to be a nobleman and conduct himself with honor.”
“Like you do with me teaching me to be a fine young gentleman,” I said.
“Yes, very much like that,” Uncle D said opening the books on a long wooden table.
“You can read this book without gloves, but wash and dry your hands thoroughly if they are dirty.”
“Now the ancient Roman nobleman would teach the boy about life. One them was the pleasures of sex. When the boy became a man, it was expected that he would marry and have a family of his own. But it was always considered acceptable for men to sexually enjoy a young boy.”
“I wish we lived back then,” I said groping myself through my shorts
“It had its pluses and minuses. On the downside there was slavery, and there were some stupid rules about the guy being penetrated was not manly. It was hard for two freeborn men to have an open gay relationship. Oddly, however, he could anything he wanted sexually with his slaves. Therefore, there were many gay love relationships between a nobleman and his personal slave.”
“That sounds silly,” I said confused.
“The rules or society are often very silly. The rules of today’s society are getting better but in many ways silly,” he said kissing my head.
“This book was commissioned by an English Lord in the 19th century almost two thousand years after the Roman Empire,” he said opening the beautifully bound book. “It tells the story of a wealthy Roman general of noble birth and his beloved slave. He mentors a young boy of ten whose father had been a friend and an officer in his legion. He was killed in battle, so the man adopts the boy. Apart from the story, each page has very explicit drawings. Some are small, some take up a whole page. Some of the words are antiquated, so write them down and look up the meaning.’
“If the English Lord had been discovered with this book, he could have been jailed or even hanged. Back then the rules about homosexuality in England were brutal. While you are here this week, I would like you to read this book. Then we can talk about it. Like I said it is a very special text to me.”
I was drawn to a picture of a bearded, muscular man in red robes with a naked hairless boy on his knee. The pictures were hand drawn and well done. I rubbed my hardon under the wooden table.
“Thanks, Uncle D,” I said already fascinated with it.
“Good boy. I have some work to do, and then I’m going to work out,” he said rising.
I started reading right away, and it reminded me of an old time, very naughty graphic novel. Since I was alone, I pulled out my dickie and stroked myself. I was really getting into it when Matheus opened the big wooden doors.
“Strip down to your underwear, Mr. Tyler,” Matheus said watching me stuff my cock back in my pants. “Your uncle said it’s tighty whitey time,” he said putting his hands out for my clothes.
I giggled and took off my clothes and handed them to him. Matheus returned twenty minutes later wearing underwear so small that it was hardly there. His junk was stuffed into it and bulged out.
“I just made some pot cookies,” he said with an arm on the door frame.
I looked at his hairless body and hairless pit with fascination. His skin color looked like a permanent tan, and my dick tingled.
“You uncle is finishing his workout. He wants to meet us on the patio. He said we should get started on the cookies.”
“Are they better than the gummis?” I asked getting up.
“They taste better, and I imagine they are stronger. I would just eat one until you know how it affects you,” he said moving behind me and looking over my shoulder. “I love that story! I was there when your uncle bought it.”
Living in New York City means that it’s super hard to find private outdoor spaces. The huge patio overlooking the community garden on the second floor has at least a dozen windows from other houses that look down on it. But there is one section which is covered and surrounded by big potted plants and trees that I call the jungle. There is a direct entrance there from the living room which is good considering we were practically naked.
We sat on an outdoor couch, and Matheus’ cookies were on a platter in front of us. I took one and ate it slowly. It tasted yummy, but I held off just gobbling it down.
“How do you like the story?” Matheus asked sitting next to me.
“I really like it so far. The slave Calamus is smart and funny and has a big, um, you know dick,” I said blushing a bit.
Matheus laughed and put a hand on my bare thigh. My dickie tingled again.
“In many ways Calamus in the central character in the story,” he said running his finger on my thigh.
“General Antonius is really handsome in the pictures," I said. "His story is so sad though. His wife, son, and baby daughter died in that plague which must have been way worse than Covid. But he seems really wise and nice. I loved how he took his army friend’s son Crispus into his house after his father was killed in battle,” I said.
“Oh he is a great character,” Matheus replied.
“And he gets really dirty with Crispus too,” I said spreading my legs. “Can I ask you a question, Matheus?”
“Certainly. Anything.”
“Are you a pedophile?” I asked quickly. It was such a bold question I held my breath afterwards.
The handsome Brazilian laughed.
“That seems to be the topic of the day,” Dunk said entering the patio.
He was dripping with sweat so much his hair looked like he had just showered. He only wore his funky jockstrap. Dunk sat next to me on the other side so I was in between the two men.
“I’m sorry,” I said suddenly embarrassed.
“You shouldn’t be,” my sweaty uncle said grabbing a cookie.
“A twenty five year old man with a hardon barely contained in his underwear has his hand on a nearly naked eleven year old boy. I would say that is a legitimate question. What’s your answer, Matheus?”
“I love males of all ages but not females. I find little boys very sexy. They make me hard. Yes, I am a pedophile,” he said with a smile.
A thrill went down my leg, and my dickie twitched. I was flying high now and so excited.
“Matheus. I now know why Tyler wasn’t here last Tuesday,” Uncle D said casually. “It turns out Tyler’s music teacher is a pedo and was putting the moves on him. Then Tyler unzipped the man’s pants and grabbed his dick. If it hadn’t been for another teacher walking in and disturbing them, Tyler may have lost his V card.”
Matheus clapped his hands and laughed merrily, “Tyler! I had no idea you were such a little slut!”
I sputtered embarrassed but also reassured by how casual the two were talking about it.
“What’s my V card?” I asked.
“Your virginity,” Matheus said. “I can’t blame the pedo for wanting you.”
“Tyler only likes men,” Uncle D said wiping his face with a napkin. “No little boy dick for him. He likes men with big, adult cocks. Don’t you Tyler?”
He looked at me and I blushed. I was high and hard and just nodded.
They both laughed.
“Fucking little slut,” Uncle Duncan said with a grin.
“A virgin slut,” Matheus said.
“Here, Tyler,” Dunk said picking up a cookie. Have another one.”
I hesitated. I was pretty high already.
Uncle D coaxed, “You’ll love it. Eat it, Tyler.”
He held it to my mouth. I reached for the cookie, but he moved it away.
“Eat it from my hand, boy,” he said smiling but a little sternly.
I took a bite, and the gooey chocolate chips laced with marijuana tasted even better than before.
“Fuck yeah,” I heard Matheus say.
Uncle D patiently held the cookie as I took bite after bite. When I was done, two fingers were streaked with chocolate. He looked at his fingers and then he looked at me.
“Clean them up,” he said.
I was so hard I could barely stand it.
“Now!” he said louder.
I opened my mouth, and he slid the fingers onto my tongue. I closed my mouth and sucked on them. He moved his fingers in and out and then pulled them out to inspect them.
“That’s a good little slut. I bet you would have sucked Mr. Sand’s cock really well.”
He picked me up and set me on his lap. Dunk looked me in the eyes and said, “I wish you had grabbed my dick instead of your music mentor.”
I was so overwhelmed with emotion. My voice cracked when I said, “Oh, Uncle D! I’ve wanted you more than anything!”
I felt him get rock hard under my ass.
What do you want boy? You need to tell me.”
“I, I, I want you Dunk. I want to have incest with you!”
“What a perverted way to put it!” he said with a laugh. “Fuck yeah! Do you want to be my slutty little fuck boy?” he asked.
“Yes!” I moaned.
He smiled broadly and said, “Good boy.”
Dunk leaned in and kissed me on the lips slipping his tongue into my mouth. We kissed for a long time. It felt so natural and so naughty to be swiping my tongue around his. He sucked on my tongue with his and then I did it back. We sucked face for a long time and a long line of spit connected our lips.
Uncle D put his hands behind his head.
“Get your face in my sweaty pits. Taste your man. Lick them clean!” he ordered.
Hungrily I pushed my face into his wet pits. OMG this was so much better than porn! He tasted salty and manly and his smell made me tingle all over. I attacked his pits like I was making out with them.
When I pulled away, he licked my wet face and kissed me deeply. He reached around my waist and pulled my briefs down and off. Then he flipped me around again. My little dickie stood straight up and for the first time bare fingers other than my own touched it. OMG! It felt soooo good. He started pulling my foreskin up and down making my dickhead pop out and get hidden again. I moaned, and he licked my ear.
“You know, you and Kenny only have foreskins because of me. Your mom was going to have you circumcised like I was, but I intervened and made the case for keeping it. I wish I still had my foreskin.”
I moaned, and he squeezed a tit with his other hand while he masturbated me.
“Fuck yeah! Enjoy it boy,” he said.
Then I noticed Matheus was watching, not only watching but filming us with his phone. He was naked, and his uncut dick was hard and sticking out from his totally smooth body. I felt so exposed and tried to close my legs to hide my dickie.
“No, boy,” Uncle D said. “Spread your legs and show Matheus your beautiful little boy dick. You know he loves little boys, and he loves you. I want your first kiss and first masturbation by a man to be recorded. I want it memorialized. Now, come on! Spread your legs like a good little slut!”
I did, and it felt naughty and dirty and even the embarrassment felt good.
“That’s my slutty little boy!” he said pinching the foreskin above my dickhead and wagging my dickie around.
Uncle D tickled my nuts and rubbed the skin under them. At one point I felt a finger in my butt crack, and he even touched my hole! But then he went back to stroking me while he kissed my neck and licked my ear. I settled in against his chest and let him beat me off.
“Oh, Uncle Duncan! I’m going to … augghhhh!”
“That’s it my sexy nephew. Dry cum for me. I hope I am the one who gives you the first wet one as well.”
I shook and shivered and collapsed into his strong arms and furry chest. Without a doubt, it was the best cum I had in the two months I had been playing with myself.
When I came to my senses, I saw Matheus filming the event. His adult boner was super hard and bouncing up and down. We made eye contact, and he grinned.
“Well done, Mr. Tyler! You are such a handsome and virile boy.”
“That he is,” Uncle D said picking me up by the waist and sitting me on the couch next to him’
He stood up and faced me. I reached for my dickie again, and he smiled. He made some silly muscle man poses and then flexed bringing out his amazing abs. All the while Matheus filmed us.
“You ready for your first man, boy?” He asked, putting his hands behind his head and making his biceps pop. I could smell the sweat from his pits. At this point, his dirty jockstrap was tenting outwards with such force I thought the cloth would rip.
“I see what you want, you little rascal,” Uncle D said grinning.
He pulled down the strap which fell to his feet. He kicked it upwards and caught it. I was hypnotized by his big adult boner. He was bigger and thicker than Matheus in every way. Even though I beat off to his jerk off video many times, there was nothing compared to being a foot away from me in person. And the smell. I could cum just smelling the scent of my studly uncle.
“Let’s go fuck around. Let’s go commit incest as you put it so erotically. But first I want you to kiss my dickhead. Go ahead and plant a big kiss on my pedo cock head,” he said in a sexy voice I only heard in pornos.
I was so excited I was trembling. My dickie was totally boned, and the head was exposed. I noticed a drop of precum on the piss slit. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that the handsomest man in the word wanted me to kiss his penis.
He stepped closer until it was only a couple of inches away. I pursed my lips and kissed the dickhead. It was huge, and I wondered if it would fit in my mouth. I pulled back from the kiss, and the strand of precum made a clear thread connecting us.
“Fuck yeah,” Matheus said filming it all.
“Go ahead and lick it, slut,” Dunk said. “That’s it, run your tongue all over my cockhead. Bathe it with your little boy tongue. Oh yeah, that’s the way. Do you like the taste of a man’s prefuck?”
I nodded not wanting to take my tongue off of his horny dick. He laughed at that and turned around and crouched down.
“Climb on my neck piggyback like I used to do with you when you were little,” he said.
I stood on the couch and climbed on before wrapping my legs around his neck. My bare cocklet rubbed against his bare skin, and I thought I might cum again. He stood and carried me to the French doors leading inside.
“Matheus. Order the pizza. We’re going to be famished in ninety minutes. And you, little slut, duck your head.”
I did and soon we were inside with the twelve foot ceilings only a couple of feet from my head. He carried me to the staircase and carried me up two flights like he was carrying nothing. I held onto his ears as he whisked me to his room.
For all the time I spent at Dunk’s townhouse, I didn’t spend too much time in his bedroom. When I did it was in the sitting room which opened into the bedroom. I noticed the naked painting of me my mom did when I was seven. I was so embarrassed people would see it, so Uncle D bought it to spare my feelings. Now I realized maybe he bought it because it turned him on.
Inside the bedroom he grabbed me off his neck and threw my on my back onto the bed. His strength was amazing like a superhero on The Boys. He crawled on top of me. He kissed me deeply.
“Just lie back and enjoy it,” he said. “Spread your arms and legs out like and X.”
I did as he picked up a remote. The ceiling above the bed retracted revealing a big mirror. No way! I could see myself so clearly as well as my muscled uncle above me. He pressed another button, and the wall beside the bed retracted showing another mirror. Now I could see us from above and the side.
Uncle D. bent down and started licking my chest. Then he flicked his tongue over my nipples which made me squirm with pleasure. He grinned and very gently took a nipple between his teeth and bit down. It didn’t hurt and really kind of felt good. Then he moved into my armpits and started licking. I looked in the mirror as he lapped away at my pits which also made me squirm. I guess he liked them too even if they weren’t hairy and sexy smelly like his were.
“Mmmm, you taste so good, Tyler. You still have that little boy scent and taste. Maybe for another year. Yum!” Dunk said before licking out the other one.
I almost had to pinch myself. So this is sex, I thought. So cool. Eventually he started licking down my chest to my belly. When he entered my belly button, I squirmed and laughed.
“I love that you still have you little boy padding on your belly. Some call it baby fat even though you are not fat. You will burn that off in puberty. If you work hard with me, you can have abs too. But right now, this pedo is going to enjoy your hairless, boyish, dry cumming body.”
He moved down to my bare pubes, and I held my breath. He’s going to suck my dickie. Just like in the pornos. Would it be like him jerking me off? OMG! Dunk started dragging his tongue over my smooth balls and right up my dickie. Then he licked my dickhead just like he had me do to him early. It felt ten times better than a hand job!
When he took it all in his mouth, I thought I was going to lose it. Sex is so fucking great! So much better than just watching it in pornos. His tongue made all sorts of moves on my dickie, and I knew I was going to explode into tingles any second. He must have known that because he pulled off leaving me twitching and straining. I was harder than I thought possible.
He flipped me over onto my belly, and I could feel his beard on my butt. Slowly he licked my ass cheeks. When he got close to the crack, he would go in another direction. Something wanted him to glide his tongue into my crack, and when he didn’t, I moaned. He was teasing me. But then one time it slipped into the crack. This time he moaned. I felt him party my cheeks, and he just looked at it for a while. Then he ran his tongue in one long lick from my hairless balls right up my butt crack to my tailbone. Oh boy. I really started drooling when he made his tongue into a point and started putting it inside me. It seemed kind of gross in pornos (even though I loved watching it), but it was truly excellent in person.
Ever now and then, I would feel Dunk tap a finger on my hole before returning to it with his mouth. The idea of getting fucked has always seemed scary to me especially by a dick as big as my uncle’s, but getting my ass licked was heaven. He was now sucking on my hole and then slipping his tongue deep inside. I was getting those familiar feelings like I was going to cum when he stopped and flipped me over.
“Having fun, little dude?” Uncle D asked with a grin.
“OH yeah! I love sex!” I said.
“You’ll be doing it for the rest of your life,” he said before taking my cock and balls completely into his mouth. His tongue was everywhere, but soon he let my nuts slip out. He grabbed my hips and began to suck my dick like a mad man. It was feeling so good I was begging him to not pull off when I suddenly came in his mouth.
“Yum,” Dunk declared. “Nothing like a totally hairless little boy dry cumming in your mouth. I am honored your first suck job was given by me.”
He moved up and kissed me for a long time. I have never loved anyone as much as him at that moment.
“Now it’s your turn,” he said rolling over onto his back. “Everything I did to you, you now do to me. Get a good taste of your uncle. I know you do.:
Looking up I could see him put his hands behind his neck. He dick was so huge and hard. From the side I saw his cock twitch and drip precum onto his tight abs.
This was the best day of my life!