Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2009 08:02:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Learning From my Uncle

My dad is fourteen years older than my Uncle Jack.  As soon as Jack was out
of his crib, he and my dad shared a bedroom.  It wasn't until Dad left for
college that Uncle Jack had a room all to himself.  Unfortunately my dad
had to share a room at school with a room mate.  He married my mom two
weeks after graduation and the poor guy has shared a room with her ever
since.  He told me once that he can barely remember ever having a room to
himself, even though he is aware that he slept solo before his brother Jack
moved in with him.

As so often happens in families, history tends to repeat itself.  Uncle
Jack came to live with us when Dad was thirty, Jack was sixteen and I was
eight.  Four years earlier. Mom and Dad had converted our guest room into a
room for me.  My crib had been taken apart and stored in the basement,
perhaps for a future sibling.  We had a third bedroom, but my dad's job was
very demanding and he often worked long hours at home far into the night,
so our third bedroom was furnished and used as an office for Dad.

I was just getting used to my independent living status, when one night the
bad news reached us.  Dad's mother passed away after a long struggle with
breast cancer, and his father was showing signs of Alzheimer's disease.
There was nothing Dad could do but to put his father into an assisted
living facility and bring Uncle Jack to live with us.  Luckily my bedroom
was pretty large.  Dad bought an extra dresser and twin beds to replace my
standard size bed, and Uncle Jack moved in.

Young as I was, I resented his intrusion.  Mind you, I loved Uncle Jack
dearly, but still he was an intruder.  Worse yet, Uncle Jack snored rather
noisily at night, often disturbing my sleep.  For the record, my mother
often complained about my dad's snoring also.  It must have been a family
thing and I vowed to ask Uncle Jack if I snored too.

Thinking back on it now, after so many years, there is no doubt that I got
my earliest sex education from Uncle Jack.  He slept nude and he was far
from shy.  He thought nothing of jumping out of bed in the morning with his
morning woodie waving straight out like a sword.  Early on I questioned him
about the ever varying size of his `penie.'  He immediately told me that
men call it a cock or a dick and sundry other names, and that in the
future, I should refer to his penis as a cock or a dick.  I was happy to
oblige.

At night he masturbated often and openly, not caring that I was in the bed
beside him, watching with awe filled eyes.  Of course, at the beginning, I
had no idea what he was doing.  I just knew that he wrapped his fist around
his cock and stroked himself while emitting many a moan and groan.  When
his moaning was at a fever pitch, he would reach under his pillow and
extract a wad of tissues.  He then wrapped the tissues around his cock and
continued to stroke.  I wasn't sure what happened next, but at some point,
Uncle Jack would put his fist in his mouth and make little whimpering
sounds.  Then he would remove the wad of tissues, wipe his cock, and throw
the wad into a waste basket which sat underneath his very own desk.

Before Uncle Jack graduated high school, I accidently heard him and my dad
having a very serious talk at the kitchen table.  I was supposed to be in
the family room watching TV, but I heard them talking, and I was curious
enough to want to listen.  It was a long conversation, and they seemed to
be in agreement.  The short version is that Dad told Jack that he could not
afford to finance his college education, but they could manage if Jack went
to a local community college for two years.  After that he could go to a
state university for the remaining two years.  The nearest state university
was upstate about a three hour drive from where we lived.  While at the
community college, Jack would be living at home, and he could get a part
time job.  He did just that, and worked at a nearby Wendy's a few hours
every evening.

If you are doing the math, Uncle Jack and I shared a room for his last two
years of high school and his first two years of college.  After that he
came home at least one weekend a month.  After he graduated college, he
resumed living with us and he continued to share my room (I now thought of
it as our room).  There did not seem to be a lady in his life and he didn't
seem very anxious to move out.  I really wondered about that, but I
certainly didn't mind his staying on, and I am about to tell you why.

I was about ten years old when I began to notice that I often had a morning
woodie just like Uncle Jack.  I was not alarmed because I knew from Uncle
Jack that it was a normal guy thing.  Jack had been sharing my room for
about two years.  Now I know, and you must know, that Uncle Jack was aware
that I watched him as he whacked off, but we never discussed it.  One night
when he was wiping his cock after having cum (I learned that word a short
time later), I realized that I had gotten a woodie while watching him go at
it, so I decided to ask him some questions.  I got out of bed and sat down
on the edge of his bed.  I was wearing jockey shorts and I could feel my
butt up against his naked thigh.

"Uncle Jack," I started hesitantly, "can I ask you a couple of questions?"

"Sure," he said.  "I know you have been watching me whack off (new
terminology) and I'm surprised you haven't asked me about it sooner."

"And I know you have seen my morning woodie when I get one," I countered.

"I sure have and let me tell you young man, you show great promise, just
like your daddy.  I'm big enough, but your dad has an enormous cock, and
you sure take after him."

For some reason that information made me feel a certain pride, but I didn't
know why.

"What about your morning woodie?" he asked, reminding me that I had wanted
to talk to him about it.

"Well I thought it only happened in the morning because we had to pee, but
you get one when you whack off (I felt so grown up using his vernacular)
and I get one when I watch you doing that.  You do it a lot and you seem to
enjoy it so much.  Tell me please; how does it feel?"

Without any hesitation, as if he had been rehearsing a very long time just
for this moment, he said, "Danny baby, I wish I could describe the feeling
for you, but it is beyond description.  I can't wait until you experience
it for yourself.  You may not be able to cum yet (another new word), but I
can give you an idea of how good it will feel by letting you experience the
preliminaries.  Would you like that?"

"Oh yes, Uncle Jack.  I'd like that a lot."

"I hoped you would say that." Uncle Jack smiled at me and enveloped me in
his arms.  He was squeezing me tight and kissing me so hard I could barely
breathe.

"Take off your underwear and climb into bed with me," he said, turning on
his side.  I did as he commanded and I lay down facing him.  He enveloped
me once again in his arms and my tiny feet were just about equal to where
his now soft cock lay dangling on his inner thigh.  He took his cock in his
hand and rubbed it sensuously on the sole of my right foot.  Even with the
limited sense of touch at the bottom of my foot, I could feel his cock
getting hard, and mine was getting hard as well.

"Now I'll give you an idea of how good it feels to stroke your cock."  He
took my hard cock, which could not have been more than three inches, and
began to knead it between his fingers.  Uncle Jack was right.  I could not
describe to this day, how good it felt.  The only thing I knew for sure is
that I could feel my cock grow much harder and bigger as he manipulated it.
All the while, Uncle Jack was rubbing his cock on the sole of my foot.

"How does it feel so far?" he asked me.

"Wonderful, wonderful," I answered him.  "Please don't stop."  But stop he
did, much to my frustration.  He turned me on my back and said, "If you
think that was good, wait until you feel this.  He leaned over me and much
to my surprise he began to lick the underside of my cock as if he were
licking a lolly pop.  Involuntarily, I let out a loud moan of pure joy.

"I take it, you like what I'm doing."  It was a statement and not a
question.

"Yes, yes, please don't stop, Uncle Jack."  After I said that, he took my
whole cock in his mouth and continued to lick the underside with his
tongue, but now his lips were pumping in and out along the shaft.  I didn't
quite cum, but I can tell you that after my first real orgasm a day or two
later, I realized that I had been nearly there.  The head of my cut cock
even got so sensitive that I reluctantly asked Uncle Jack to stop.

When he pulled away from me, he wrapped me in his arms yet again, and
before he could even ask me, I said, "Uncle Jack that was the best feeling
I have ever had in my life.  Will you do it again sometime?"

"Every night," he promised me.  Then he didn't speak for quite awhile and I
felt myself dozing off.  I was so far gone that I am not sure if I was
dreaming or if he really asked me.  "Will you do that to me?"

I'm pretty sure that I answered, "Oh yes, Uncle Jack, for sure."  He
resumed rubbing his cock on the sole of my foot.

The next evening I was sound asleep when Uncle Jack came into our room to
retire for the night.  After he was naked, he climbed into bed with me and
woke me up.  We kissed each other on the lips as he fondled my cock.  I
would have done the same to him if I could have reached his cock.  After
awhile he leaned over and took me into his mouth again.  He sucked until I
had to ask him to stop.  After he stopped he rolled over on his back.

"You should be able to take my head into your mouth, but don't worry if you
can't.  Just lick up and down the underside of my shaft," he instructed me.
I couldn't wait to try.  I started by licking him, and later discovered
that I could take his head and maybe a half inch more into my mouth.  Uncle
Jack was uncut, and about seven inches hard, but fortunately for both of
us, he had a thin cock so it was easy enough to take some of him into me.
The only problem we had was that his foreskin kept getting caught between
my teeth, so we agreed to stick to just licking him for the time being.

I cannot tell you how good his cock tasted to me.  He was hard as steel,
yet the outer skin was soft like jelly.  I wasn't at it very long, when
Uncle Jack began to moan.  His whole body began to writhe.  Suddenly he
shoved his fist in his mouth, and I knew by now that he was "cumming" but I
didn't know what that really meant yet.

As I licked the underside of his shaft, I could almost feel his semen
coursing through his cock seeking an exit.  Suddenly a white thick fluid
gushed out of him and onto his abdomen and belly.  Some of it reached his
nipples and some even landed on his chin.  I didn't know what to do so I
kept on licking.

"Don't stop," he begged me, so I kept right at it, and soon I could tell he
was about to cum a second time.  After he came again, he made me stop.  He
pulled me up so that we were belly to belly and he kept kissing me hard.
His semen was now all over my upper body and we were making little
squishing noises.

Uncle Jack laid me on my back.  With his forefinger he began to scrape up
his cum from both of us and place it in his mouth.  Finally he offered me a
finger full, and I tasted his semen.  I believe that was the moment I
became gay.  Of course, I didn't know it at the time.  I didn't even know
what gay meant.

Uncle Jack got out of my bed and went to his.  He reached under his pillow
and retrieved the ever ready wad of tissues.  He cleaned us both up and
tossed the wad into his waste basket.  Then he climbed into his own bed and
as he covered his naked body, I heard him say, "Thank you Danny.  You're a
natural."


What I am about to relate to you was not known to me for a long while, but
I did become privy to it shortly after Uncle Jack and I began to have sex.
It was he who told me.

My dad and Uncle Jack shared a room from the time Uncle Jack was three
years old.  Their situation was the same as ours.  They both slept naked
and my dad whacked off constantly.  Eventually he taught his kid brother
how to do it and how to achieve maximum pleasure.  When Uncle Jack was
about eight years old there was a terrible thunder storm one night.  My dad
was home from college for the summer.  Every time there was a clap of
thunder, the window panes rattled and the furniture in their room shook.
Uncle Jack grew frightened and jumped into his brother's bed.

My dad wrapped Uncle Jack in his arms and tried to comfort him.  "I'm
scared, Timmy," Uncle Jack repeated over and over.

"Hush bro," Dad said trying to comfort his little brother.  "I won't let
anything happen to you.  He began to run his hand up and down little
Jackie's back and occasionally he reached Jackie's butt.  Tim loved the
feel of it and he began to squeeze his little brother's bubbly butt.
Involuntarily, his forefinger began to run up and down Jackie's crack and
even enter his ass hole occasionally.  Jackie pushed his body closer and
closer to Tim's.  As he did so, one of his toes felt his brother's very
stiff cock and he began to rub his toe up and down Tim's cock.

As Jackie's toe worked on Tim's cock, Tim grew more and more excited.
Without realizing what he was doing, he took Jackie's little cock in his
palm and began to stroke it.  Jackie's cock grew hard in his hand.

"Oooh," Jackie moaned.  "Something is happening to me," he informed his
brother, "and it feels wonderful."  With that the young boy had his first
dry orgasm.  It took him awhile to catch his breath, and when he did, he
asked Tim if he would do it again.

Tim brought his lips to his brothers and said, "Yes, dear brother, whenever
you wish.  Will you do it for me too?"

Without another word being said, Jackie scooted down and took his brother's
seven inch, thick rod in his hand.  He could not close his fist around it,
but he started to stroke it, and because Tim was so worked up, he came
quickly.  Jackie could not get over the amount of jism which flowed from
his brother's piss hole.  As quickly as they could, the two of them ate up
all the cum.

The next evening the pretense of the thunder storm was gone.  Tim crawled
into his brother's bed and said, "Tonight I'm going to show you an even
better way to get yourself off."  He leaned over his little brother's tiny
prick and enveloped it in his mouth.  Jackie cried out with desire and Tim
had to hush him so their parents would not hear.  Jackie came almost
immediately.  He produced no semen of course.

"Wasn't that good?" Tim asked.  "Please do it to me."

Jackie could only lick Tim's slit.  Tim's cock was too fat for him to take
any of it into his mouth.  "Just lick it like an ice cream cone," he
instructed Jackie.  Tim was so hot having sex with his own brother that he
came very quickly.  Jackie ate up what he could of Tim's spunk and Tim ate
the rest.  They fell asleep in the same bed.

The following June, Tim graduated from college.  He was to be married two
weeks later.  He and Sandra had an apartment, and were already living
together, but the night before the wedding, they each stayed in their
parents' homes.  Of course Tim and Jackie turned in early, and both were
naked as usual.

"One more time?" Jackie asked.

"Of course," Tim replied.  "Let me assure you that it won't be the last
time either.  You're pretty grown up, bro," he continued.  "Do you think
you could take my big fat cock up your ass?"  Jackie just grinned.  He
opened up the drawer to his bedside table and withdrew a tube of KY Jelly.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time," he said.  That night, the
night before Tim's wedding, the two brothers sucked each other's cocks
until they couldn't get any harder.  Then they fucked each other for the
first time.  In fact they fucked each other twice.  As they lay together in
the same bed, Tim said, "If you think I'm going to give this up, you're
crazy.  Seven short year's later Jackie came to live with Tim and his
family.


Uncle Jack came home for the whole summer after his junior year.  As soon
as he was resettled, my mom announced that she was going to visit her
parents in Ohio as they were both rather sickly.  She said she felt secure
leaving me with Uncle Jack.  Of course I was in seventh heaven.  We had
been having sex every night since he got home.  I waited expectantly for
him to come into my bed the first night my Mom was gone, but he didn't.  I
listened for his footsteps on the stairs to no avail.

Eventually I opened our bedroom door and could see that all the lights in
the house were out.  I wondered if Dad and Uncle Jack had gone out and left
me alone, so I ran down the hall to my dad's bedroom, forgetting that I was
completely naked.  Without thinking I threw open his door and cried out,
"Dad."

I was sorry immediately, because the moonlight was streaming into the room
and I could clearly see that Uncle Jack was fucking my father.  I ran out
in a panic.  As soon as I reached my bedroom I closed the door and covered
myself in my bed.  In no time, Dad and Uncle Jack were in my room.  They
took me in their arms and explained that they had been having sex since
Jack was eight, just like Jack and I had been making love.

"Would you like to join us?" Dad asked me.  He held me tight and hugged me
as he did.

"I'd really like that," Uncle Jack added.

I wiped my tears and nodded at both of them.

"Then let's all get into my king size bed," Dad said, "and we'll have some
fun."

My dad and my uncle placed me on my back between the two of them.  They
both started to kiss me on each cheek and on my mouth.  I closed my eyes
and wasn't ever sure whose lips were on mine.  Eventually their tongues
parted my lips and we began to kiss passionately.  Little by little they
worked their way down my body.  I felt little nips on my neck, and tongues
in my ears, and teeth lightly biting my nipples.  It seemed like an
eternity until I felt one of them sucking my balls and the other sucking my
cock.  I'm pretty sure they alternated that chore, but I couldn't be
certain.  By now I was so worked up, I came almost immediately after the
first feel of tongue on my cock.  I felt two tongues lapping up my jism.  I
was cumming wet at last.

"How was that, son?" I heard my dad ask.

"Wonderful," I answered.  Before he could object I threw myself down on my
dad and my mouth found his huge cock.  I began to lick up and down his
shaft.  He made no attempt to stop me.  While I was doing that, I felt
something warm and wet licking up and down my crack.  Uncle Jack was
rimming me.  (By then he had taught me the entire vernacular.)  Sometime
during this love fest, Uncle Jack had greased his cock and was now entering
me.

"God," He moaned.  "You are so tight and moist.  I love your dad's man
pussy, but it doesn't compare to yours."

The pain of his entry was long past, and the joy of his manhood pumping
inside of me, made me so hot that the feeling was transferred to how
passionately I sucked my dad's cock.  I had managed to get a couple of
inches of his rod inside of me.

"I'm cumming," Dad yelled, but I would not yield my prize.  He came in my
mouth and nearly choked me, but I swallowed a good deal of it before I had
to let him go.  Seconds later I came again (wet) and Uncle Jack filled my
innards immediately thereafter.

The three of us rolled over on our backs laughing and giggling.

"I'm so happy," Uncle Jack said.  "I get plenty of cock and man pussy at
school, but you two men are my family.  I love you so much, and making love
to you both is pure joy."  He leaned over and kissed us both.  Then my
uncle and my dad snuggled close to me, nearly smothering me, and the three
of us fell fast asleep.  It was going to be a glorious few weeks, and I
didn't care if my mother never came home.

The three of us shared my dad's huge bed for nearly a month.  We made love
every single night.  We were insatiable, but all good things must come to
an end, and my mom came home.  I shared my bed and my love with Uncle Jack
until he went back to school at the end of August.  I was truly sad, but he
said something to me before I left that I hadn't considered before.  It
left a deep impression on me.

"You should seek out other boys your age who are gay, and begin to have sex
with them," he advised me. After all, your dad has your mom, and I will
probably meet some hot guy someday to share my life with.  You can't always
depend on us."  He was right, of course, but there was no rush.

My mom did not come home until late at least two nights a week.  She had
church choir practice one night, and a bridge game another.  On those
nights, as soon as she left the house, I would run to my dad's room and we
would have glorious, loving sex together.  One evening as we lay cuddling
naked after sex, he confessed to me that he feared the day Uncle Jack would
finally move out and then after that, my time would come.  "I need what you
two guys do for me," he said.  "I love your mom, but the sex with her, with
any woman, just doesn't cut it for me."

"No matter what," I consoled him, "we'll find a way."


Years later, my dad told me, that about the time of that confession, he and
my mom stopped having sex altogether and she didn't seem to mind one bit.
He admitted that he thought she might be having an affair, and he didn't
mind either.  He had found a discreet male sex club down town, and after I
went off to college, he went there for relief on mom's nights out.  He even
took me there a few times when I was home from school.  Some of the clients
thought it was really cool to do a father and son at the same time so we
were particularly popular at the club.

Uncle Jack lived with us for two years after he graduated college, but then
he met someone and they moved in together.  Dad and I were interested in
sharing Uncle Jack's friend, but Mark was a bit of a puritan, and so Jack
kept our relationship a secret from him.  Mark moonlighted on the weekends
as a waiter, and Dad, Uncle Jack and I would take the opportunity (when I
was home) to satisfy our needs.  I know they also saw each other when I was
at school.

There has never been any doubt in my mind that no matter where the three of
us are; no matter where life takes us; we will always find a way to express
our love for each other in a most physical and satisfying way.