Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2008 18:35:02 -0400
From: P B <nfldbear@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Cousin's Secret Sex Life - Part 1 of 2

This is fiction, although I wished it had happened.  Consensual incest
between an uncle and his adult nephews.

When I was young I didn't know I was gay, only different.  As I got older,
I began to understand, and hoped that I would find someone like me.

It didn't happen when I was at home.  There was too much parental control
and church for the exploration that I wanted.  When I was in university I
could explore, but I was rather shy seeking out people.  There was no
internet then, and I still had no car.  That limited me a lot.

I got older and moved away from the small town to look for work in other
provinces.  I stayed away for several years, discovered my sexuality in a
motel room with a hairy bear on long sweaty night and didn't look back to
my shy self after that.

Several times I'd visited home, visiting my parents and relatives.  When I
was younger, cousins seemed much older because my parents' siblings were so
far apart and there were lots of kids.  I was the youngest.  Now we were
all adults.

On my second last visit home I went to see my favourite aunt and uncle as I
always had.  My youngest cousin, Jim, 10 years my senior had always lived
with them.  He had taken on the role as caregiver for his aging parents and
was renovating an apartment in the basement for himself when he could
afford it, but otherwise lived upstairs with his folks and had already
converted his many siblings' very small rooms into one large bedroom.  I
couldn't imagine living with my parents anymore.

When we were both younger, he was gangly and I didn't see him often enough
to appreciate how he was changing as he moved into adulthood.  Now I paid
attention.  On this visit, Jim was what I now knew to be a bear.  He was a
little paunchy, but I liked that and it was mostly genetic.  We were close
in height at 6 feet or so.  He appeared strong, had kind eyes and a ready
smile.  There was also the saucy grin that all of my mother's side seems to
have.  His beard was bushy but well kept, shot through with a little grey.
He was the kind of guy I've chased around a bar a few times before getting
his face and body close to mine, if you know what I mean.

Jim had never married but he did have a child with a woman who simply
wanted one without the attachment of a husband or boyfriend.  He now had no
contact with her.  Besides that tryst, I'd never heard of Jim having any
other girlfriend.  This made me curious, since such a bachelor would have
been asked many times when he was going to settle down with a nice girl.
It was an old fashioned place.

While visiting, he showed me his renovations.  His parents were upstairs
and we were otherwise alone.  I asked my question rather indirectly.  "You
live with your parents at age 50,and have since you were born.  I know that
you've never had a girlfriend, but you had sex at least once."  He laughed,
agreed and waited for my next statement.  "So how the hell have you dealt
with sexual urges living in the same house as your parents since being a
child?"

He gave me a large mischevious grin and said "Any way I can.  Probably the
same way you do."

"And what does that mean?  What do you know about me?"  I didn't come out
at home, and have no contact with anyone who lives there except when I
visit.  If people know, it's because my parents told them after I'd come
out and given their supposed shame, I doubted they had.

Then, true to the luck I usually have, his mother called down the stairs
for him before I could get an answer.  Jim had to go to work.  I knew I
wouldn't see him before I left to return home again, so he gave me a
family-style hug and said goodbye.  Was I imagining it or did he take
longer to do that than usual?

A few days later, I was back at home, still wondering about him.  I
couldn't write my cousin with my nosy aunt wondering about his mail.  The
time zone difference and his shiftwork would make calling difficult and the
call I wanted to make could not be private enough.  I waited.  He called me
once to tell me he enjoyed the family visit as adults since most of our
relatives don't come around much.  However, that was left on my answering
machine and everytime I called just to try to catch him and set up a call
from a private place for him, I kept missing him while he was at work or
asleep and we gave up trying although I got off quite often thinking about
him naked, and more.

This reaction alone after several years of absolutely no contact must mean
something.  Otherwise, why would a cousin suddenly pay such interest in
someone's life he had hardly seen in 20 years?

Several months later, my aunt passed away, and my uncle developed problems
that required more care but was not yet an invalid.  Jim had to deal with
that.  I sent a card and got a long letter with updates, but nothing about
our earlier conversation.  I had stopped trying to call.

I waited until the next time I went home, and went to visit.  I caught him
on a night when he was not working and was actually on vacation for a few
days.  He greeted me warmly and said my uncle was off at some event, I
forget what it was, but a hired care nurse was taking care of him while he
was gone and he'd taken time off work to enjoy this break from "parenting".
After the news of the family I said "So, to finish our last actual
conversation..."

He smiled and sank down into his couch with a pleasant sigh and I sat
beside him, one leg under me as I turned to look at him expentantly.

Jim said "It is so nice to have a real conversation with another adult."
He smiled that family sauciness.

"Oh, stop stalling!"

He laughed and leaned over to me and whispered, even though there was
no-one there to hear, "I've always wondered about you too, you know.  I've
got ten years on you, but you gained private freedom when I didn't.  It's
been hard.  To answer your question, I don't really know how you've dealt
with it, but I can imagine.  How I've dealt with it is simple: I took it
any way I could."

Again, that grin but a little uncertainly this time.

That was the second time he'd used that phrase, so I was brazen: "Are you a
bisexual?"  He shook his head.  "Gay?"  Again, no.  "Straight?"  A third
head shake after which he finally said, "I don't label myself because I
don't quite know but I've tried it all when everyone thought I was working
late, or out with friends when I could get away from here.

"How often do you get laid now?"

"Not often, but I'm more choosy.  It's also simpler having sex with men or
simply masturbating.  The single women around here are too clingy."

"Now I have to know... While you've experienced everything, what do you
find most attractive?"

"I like burly men with facial hair.  That makes me feel very strange, since
almost every male in our family is like that as they get older."  At this
point he playfully pulled my beard and then pulled away again seeming to
think he'd gone too far.

"And I bet nothing like that has ever happened there."

"Not recently, but I've imagined about my father.  When I started caring
for him and giving him baths or helping him to the bathroom in the morning,
I saw his naked body a lot, sometimes with that morning erection.  I often
put him to bed and jacked off later thinking about it or imagining other
family members."

"Wait a minute. You said 'not recently', so something did happen?"

"The last time Uncle Maxwell visited, which was not long after you went
home, I walked in on him while he was naked.  We were sharing my space
because Mom was using the guest room while she was sick at the time, She
didn't want to keep Dad awake with her coughing.  Uncle Maxwell took my
bed; I slept on the couch I have in there."

Uncle Maxwell, the youngest of Mom's siblings was a looker.  6'5" and
muscular, more so than most of us as he was thinner.  He had a goatee but
was hairy front and back, which I'd seen when swimming with him once, but I
never saw him when changing.  When he sat or bent over, his bulge was
obvious, and I'd spent some time wondering what was under those clothes.
His wife seemed happy when he flirted with her, but they'd been divorced
for several years now.  He always had a girfriend, even though he was now
in his mid-sixties.

"OK, there's a story I have to know."

Jim had rallied a bit.  "Not until I know the answer to the question you
asked me.  Do you label yourself?"

I smiled. "Yes, I'm gay, and what you call burly men with facial hair are
usually known as 'bears'."

"Well, that's appropriate."

"Uncle Maxwell?"

"You're an impatient git.  Mom sick as she was, had dragged Dad to church
and we had slept in.  As I said, our uncle was naked.  His dick was
standing up straight, thick and hard.  It wasn't his morning pee hard
because he had already been in the bathroom and showered, and I was coming
back from mine.  His towel was underneath him and his legs were spread. He
knew I was coming back to the room, so this had to have been deliberate.
When I came in, he pretended to be surprised, then groped himself while I
walked over to the bed after locking the bedroom door out of habit.  His
other hand went underneath my towel to grab my balls.  Then the hand on his
dick went between his legs and I saw the tip of a finger slide quite easily
into his ass."

"What did you do?"

"Enjoyed him.  Uncle Maxwell didn't say much, didn't ask if I was receptive
to this and I don't know how he could have known I'd do anything.  It
didn't seem to bother him, and when he took my dick in his mouth, I gave in
to having a good time with my uncle.  I pulled out and rubbed my dick all
over his face, then straddled him so my balls were tickled by his chest
hair while I thrust directly into his wide, warm lips.  He's had practice!"

"So have you, apparently!" He continued with this story:

"Uncle Maxwell pushed me away, so I took that as a cue to suck on his dick.
I don't know the measurement, but he was every bit as thick as what our
genes seem to give us.  I swirled my tongue around that leaky faucet and
then tried to take it all.  It was impossible.  Uncle finally pushed me off
with his foot and demanded I get on his belly this time facing him.  I was
overexcited by this point, even though I hadn't touched myself.  After a
minute or so being tortured by his tummy hair, I scooted up to his chest
and my orgasm made a wild shot into his goatee.  He opened his mouth and
took the rest.  I made 5 shots before I ran out of spunk.  Then, before I
could breathe deeply, Uncle Maxwell pulled me down and kissed me, sharing
my cum.  I've eaten my own, but I'd never gotten it back from the guys who
blew me.

While still kissing, he started pushing his dick up between my legs.  I
started to adjust so Uncle could fuck me, but he said "Share my cum with me
first.  We're going to do this quick and start round 2," and pulled me into
a 69.  He cleaned up my dick while I took his again.  It was much easier to
do from that angle.  He thrust his hips a few times.  I gagged, then pulled
back until his dickhead was in my mouth and on a whim, shoved a finger in
his very hairy ass.  Again, it went in easily, and that pushed him over.
Even with him in his sixties I got 6 hard pumps of cum from his dick.  When
it stopped pulsing after another 4 weaker jets, I turned again and
reciprocated the cum sharing, which turned into a long deep kiss.  I
noticed then that he had never gotten soft, and I was still semi-hard.

This time, he rolled over and said "Use a larger 'finger'."  I needed no
more invitation.  A few experimental fingers found his prostate and I
rubbed him into a thrashing frenzy.  Then I pulled them out and slid my
dick up his ass.  Yes, Uncle Maxwell might be a ladies man, but his ass is
for men too.  I was surprised that it was so easy.  I lasted longer this
time, and he eventually rolled on his side with his leg going up in front
of my face.  I was able to watch him play with his nipples while I fucked
him.

A few minutes later, I felt the tingle and then the rush of cum from my
dick to his ass.  I pulled out enough that a few spurts landed on his hole.
Our uncle looked disappointed until I got down and licked it out of his
still clean crack.  He got so hard at that that he wanted instant release
and got up, pushing me facedown on the bed.  His dick had barely gotten
inside me when he was pushing into me with a sloppy smack on every thrust
as the cum poured out of him again.  Like me, he then got on his knees and
cleaned up his spunk, but afterward, climbed back on top and shoved his
still hard cock into my ass.  He lay on top of me until his breathing
slowed and his cock finally softened.

One last deep kiss and we both got showers again and were ready when Mom
and Dad came home."

"Did it happen again while he was here?"

"He sucked me off one morning after I'd gotten off nights but I fell asleep
quickly and couldn't reciprodate until later.  I fucked and sucked him the
morning he had to leave.  His loads were just as big."

"I wish I'd been there."

"But you're here now," he said as he stuck his finger under the waistband
of my pants.

I smiled as his hand moved down "Yes..."

(to be continued)