Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 21:50:19 -0500
From: umpire@columnist.com
Subject: Uncle Red's Morning Show

It all started when I was very young.  Uncle Red's was one of the first
places I visited by myself when I was little.  Red is my mother's
brother.  He lived only a few hours away out in the country.  He wasn't a
farmer, but he had land good for hunting and fishing, and so it was a fun
place to go when the weather got warm.

Red lived in a log cabin by himself.  It was small and so he had no guest
bedroom and bath.  It was rustic, but as a kid, I didn't know any
different.  I had my own room at home, but I didn't mind sharing a room
and bed with my uncle.  At that age, it was cool to share a bed with an
adult.

It all started rather innocently.  I am a morning person, and Red is
not.  I would wake up with the sun, but Red was always still fast
asleep.  I was always restless waiting for him to finally wake up.  One
morning while I was awake, he was sleeping on his back and tenting the
sheet with his morning erection.  I had no idea what it was.  I think I
thought that maybe some small animal had invaded our bed.

I shook him awake and pointed.  He laughed, pulled off the cover, and
explained, "That's just my dick getting hard like it always does in the
morning."

I had never heard an adult call it anything other than penis.  "Dick" was
a term that I had heard only from my friends.  I'm sure that I had seen
my Dad naked before, so this was not the first time that I had seen a
full-grown dick, but it was most certainly the first time I had ever
heard of a hard-on much less seen one.  I was quite interested in why it
looked the way it did.  I asked a lot of questions, and he answered in a
way that didn't give me the impression that he was uncomfortable.

I think it was natural for me to want to touch it because I had no idea
of how it might feel when it is hard.  Red let me touch him, and he never
gave me the impression that there was anything nasty about what I was
doing.  By the time I touched it, it had lost some of its stiffness, and
I remember feeling dissatisfied because I didn't really get to touch it
while it was standing straight up.  I was just curious about how it would
feel, and my curiosity was not satisfied by feeling his dick as it was
getting limp.

Nothing more was mentioned on the subject, but I kept thinking about it.
I was looking forward to the next morning, when maybe I would have
another chance to see and maybe even sneak a feel of his hard cock.  When
I woke up the next morning it didn't take me long to remember about his
dick.  He was on his side with his back toward me, so I couldn't tell
whether he was hard again this morning.  Red was a pretty sound sleeper,
so I began nudging and pulling on his arm slightly.  I didn't want to
wake him, but I wanted him to shift positions onto his back.  No luck.
When he got up out of bed though I paid close attention and not ed that
he was partially hanging out of his boxers in a way that would indicate
that his dick had been hard again.

The next morning I was lucky: I was able to get him onto his back and get
the sheet pulled off of him.  He was hard as a rock.  Red always wore
boxers that were a little bit tight on his stocky body.  His fly was
always a little bit stretched open so that his dick along with some of
his pubic hair was exposed.  One look at his pubic hair confirmed for me
where he got his nickname.  Obviously, people didn't call him Red because
of the color of his pubic hair, but it gave me a hint at what color his
hair must have been when he was growing up.

My goal was to see what a hard cock felt like, so I carefully reached
over and grabbed it.  I had no idea how sensitive an erect penis was, so
I grabbed a little too hard, and Red immediately woke up.  Even though he
had acted like all of this was no big deal the previous morning, I knew
that what I was doing was not cool.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I was stunned.  I had never had someone curse at me out of anger before.
I couldn't help but to start crying.  That of course made him feel bad.
He tried to comfort me and explain how you don't go around grabbing other
guys by their dick or balls.  When you're a little kid you start crying
when you don't want to and you can't really stop, and his approach was
actually making it harder for me to stop.  He kept explaining things
trying to make it better.  I ended up having to explain what I was doing,
and we ended up in this conversation where it seemed I had a much
stronger interest in male sex organs than I think I really had .  I was
just curious what the thing felt like when it was hard; it wasn't really
a sexual thing at all.

He didn't just talk but he also tried to comfort me by relinquishing and
letting me feel his dick.  Of course, by this time it wasn't all that
hard, so it didn't really satisfy my curiosity much.  Finally I asked him
if he could make it hard again, and he hesitated a bit and then decided
to give me a sex education lesson in the shower.

Into the shower we go.  He started explaining about things as he jacked
himself enough to get hard again.  Seeing him do that was very exciting
to me.  At that point he finally let me touch his fully erect dick, and I
copied his stroke and continued jacking him.  This really turned him on,
and his reaction turned me on.

"Look, your dick is getting hard, too."

This was a shock to me.  I had never experienced a hard-on before.  He
reached down and began to gently stroke me.  His touch didn't feel all
that good, so I let go of him.

"Don't stop.  Keep going until I have an orgasm."  He had to explain,
"that's when a guy will squirt out the juice that makes babies."

I kept going until he cummed.  It scared me because I thought it was piss
at first, and even when I realized it was different, it still seemed
gross to me.  After he came, we finished our showers and went on about
our business that day as if nothing had happened.

The next morning I woke up to Red sticking me in the side with his hard
dick.

"Massage it for me."

I enjoyed touching his dick, so I did this gladly.  After a little while
he whispered something that I couldn't hear.

"What?"

"Your mouth.  Use your mouth."

I wasn't sure what he was asking, but it didn't sound like something I
wanted to do at all, so I just ignored him.  He started pushing me down
in the bed, not really forcefully but enough to move me down.  He then
got on top of me and started humping my face.  This scared me, and I
eventually took him in my mouth in order to get him to stop.  I didn't
like it at all.  He didn't get much of a blow job from me, but he liked
it enough to cum all over my pajamas.

I started crying again against my will, but I was upset and a little bit
scared.  He tried to comfort me by apologizing and telling me how much he
needed that.  I told him I didn't like doing anything other than touching
him.  With that in mind, the morning ritual became us showering together
while I jacked him off.  Honestly, I did sort of enjoy that, and I also
really enjoyed the site of his erect dick pushing its way out of his
tight boxer shorts every morning as he slept.

At the end of the visit, he made it clear that I couldn't tell anybody
what we had done because we would get into trouble.  I had no desire to
tell anyone about this at all.  Every time I would visit him, I would
look forward to our little routine more and more.  Nothing really
advanced any further until I was in high school, but I will save that
chapter for later.