Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 14:31:43 -0600
From: bob boylover <loveboy1991@live.ca>
Subject: Uncle Jim & 12 yr Old Me, First Time

  I was an only child to my single parent mom. We lived in a two bedroom
apartment in a blue collar neighbourhood for as long as I could remember. I
was always quite independent and mature. I cooked, cleaned, even did my
laundry by age ten. Mom now worked 12 hour shifts, 6pm to 6am at a nursing
home, but at age 12, I could look after myself. This is where my story
begins.

I was an average student with very few friends, a loner I guess. The only
male role model I had was my 32 year old Uncle Jim. He wasn't a blood
uncle, but just a really good, long time friend of my mom. He was very good
to me, taking me places, father & son events for scouts, movies, arcade and
the like. He bought me neat things. He'd watch me a lot when I was younger,
always snuggled up together watching TV while mom was working a late
shift. He lived just around the corner, so we saw each other a lot. I loved
my uncle Jim very much.


  He had just purchased a new condo a few miles away and was to move into
it at the beginning of August. He was over for the usual Sunday dinner and
told mom that there had been a delay in construction and wouldn't be able
to move in until sometime in September, and that he had to move out of his
apartment August 1st. He was going to put his stuff in a storage facility
and stay at a rooming house. My mom would hear nothing of the kind and
insisted he stay with us. When mom asked me if uncle Jim could stay in my
room, since I had a double bed, there was no hesitation. My most favourite
guy in the world would be living with us for a while and sharing my room! I
was very excited. The next day I made room in my chest of drawers and
closet for his stuff even though he wasn't coming for another two weeks. I
was literally counting down the days.


  Finally the day came. I had a room mate! Mom had left for work, leaving
supper in the oven for when uncle Jim arrived. He was getting settled in my
room, thanked me for the space I made for him, giving me a big kiss on the
cheek and telling me he loved me. "I love you too, uncle!" We cuddled on
the sofa watching TV till eleven then headed to bed. I stripped to my
briefs and crawled under the covers on the far side of my bed against the
wall. Uncle came in and began undressing to his boxers. I admired his
nicely toned body with just a tuft of hair on his chest. He got in bed with
me and turned off the bed lamp. He pulled me closer to him, his arm around
my neck with my head on his chest. I played with the little bit of hair as
we talked about a this and that, then drifted off to sleep.

I woke up at some point in the night and found us on our sides in a spoon
position, his arm around me. I remember feeling so safe and warm, falling
back into a blissful sleep until I awoke as he was getting out of bed to
ready for work at 6 am and we exchanged 'good morning, sleep well?'. He
went to shower and shave and returned with a towel around his waist,
placing his boxers shorts in the laundry basket. The room was semi dark
with just the glow of a night light plugged into a wall socket, enough to
see his silhouette as he took off the towel facing the chest of drawers. I
could clearly see his bum and when he bent over to put on his underwear, I
caught a glimpse of his hairy ass and hanging balls. They looked huge! I'd
seen naked men in the shower at the YMCA, always stealing glances at their
genitalia and how different each man was and sometimes I wondered what some
of them would look like with erections, but just a passing curiosity, I
wasn't gay! But I was suddenly curious what my uncle looked like full
frontal. He finished dressing, came over and gave me a quick kiss good bye
on the forehead, saying "love ya, see ya tonight, buddy!"

  I spent most days, at the YMCA pool. I chummed with a few boys to play
water polo, which I liked a lot and was quite good at it. I was always
first pick when they formed teams, but always returned home early afternoon
to spend time with my mom before work. She had taken pork chops from the
freezer for me to cook for uncle's and my dinner. I was looking so forward
to making him a nice meal, as I said, I was a great cook and quite
creative. Mom swore I would grow up to be a fine dining chef! I was going
to prepare braised pork with saffron rice, and anxiously awaited uncles
arrival home. He called at 7 pm and told me he stopped for a few drinks
with friends and not to wait, go ahead and have my supper without him as
he'd be late. I was devastated! But then he wasn't aware that I was making
him a special dinner, had he known, I'm certain he would have come right
home. Oh well! There's always tomorrow night.

I spent the evening watching TV till eleven, went to bed to read 'Hardy
Boys', I had the whole series. It was 12:30 am when I heard the front door
being unlocked. Uncle was home. He was singing some sort of song as he
entered the bedroom and stumbled toward the bed. "I'm shit faced, Bobby!
Your old uncle Jim is shit faced drunk!" I'd never seen him drunk before
and found it quite amusing as he struggled to undress. I had no idea what
he was saying, but made out 'shower'. He wanted to take a cold shower I
finally deciphered, so I watched him undress down to his underwear as i was
laughing at him. What he slurred next puzzled me. "Come and have a shower
with me, Bobby! Come help you're uncle out, boy!" I again laughed at him
and told him I'm not the one that need's a cold shower! He staggered out to
have his shower singing some dumb song I couldn't make out the words for.

  About 15 minutes later, he returned to the bed room with a towel around
his waist. He seemed to have sobered up a lot, he wasn't staggering much as
he approached the bed, dropped the towel to the floor. He stood there naked
in front of me! He didn't bother to put anything on when he crawled under
the covers with me, pulled me close to him as he did the night before. He
smelled like Irish Spring soap and tooth paste. We lay there for a while, I
tease him about being drunk and how funny he was taking off his
clothes. Moments later, he began breathing heavy. I thought he'd fallen
asleep. I reflected on seeing him naked. His cock hung about 4 inches with
his balls slightly lower.


  He had hold of my hand and began slowly moving it down his chest to his
belly and further yet past his navel. His breathing was rapid. I was now
scared. What was he doing? I resisted him lowering my hand any further, I
could feel his pubic hair, but he was persistent. Next thing I feel is
obviously had to be his cock. He placed my hand around it and began moving
it up and down, holding me tight. Suddenly it dawns on me! He wants me to
jerk him off! I might be only 12 1/2 but I know about jerking off, I
started doing it a couple of months ago. I even had a few hairs growing!


  "Come on little buddy, help your uncle out" he was speaking very quiet
and let go of my hand. I stroked him. It was long and really meaty, like
rubber, my cock wasn't meaty, just bone hard. I felt really weird, jerking
off my uncle! I should stop. This isn't right, but for some reason I liked
the feel of it. I was just thinking I wanted to see it when he started to
kick the sheets down. There it was! It's really quite big. My first time
seeing a grown man's erection! I want to see his balls but the are hanging
between his legs and from my angle I couldn't see them. His hand is now on
the back of my head pushing gently. OH MY GOD, I thought, does he want me
to give him a blow job! Surely not, a hand job is one thing, but a blow
job? He maintained pressure on my head until I was eye level with his
thing. "Come on, Bobby, if you love me you'll do this for me. Please, I
need it badly, buddy, real bad, okay?!" Oh shit! Yes, I love him more than
anything in the world, besides my Mom, but do I want to suck his cock for
him? I'm not a fag! I've never, ever even thought about sucking another
guy's cock before! I jerked off thinking about girls! I realized then that
my own cock was hard as well. I remember thinking I must like the situation
i'm in, why else would I have an erection? Am I turned on by it?


  I opened my mouth and took him in. I could easily have jumped out of bed
and slept on the sofa. Chocked it up to his drunken state, but I had a good
portion of his cock in my mouth now. It felt good in my mouth! I liked it
in my mouth! So meaty and soft! I'd never sucked a cock before, how did I
know how to do it? He was moaning and telling me he loved me and not to
stop, it felt so nice. I bobbed my head, lubricated my mouth with a lot of
saliva and stroked him in rhythm with my hand. He never once gave me any
instructions, just praises. I now could see his balls clearly. I wanted to
feel them so I used my free hand. They were so soft, like satin! He moaned
louder, obviously he liked me playing with his balls. The men at the YMCA
seemed to have hairy balls but not Uncle. (I later learned that he shaved
his balls and trimmed his pubes) I couldn't get it out of my head why I was
I enjoying giving him a blow job? My own cock rock hard! I am queer! I must
be and didn't know it!


  I don't know how long I had been devouring his cock when it happened. I'd
been expecting it, I knew he was going to sperm up eventually and thinking
what I was going to do when it happened. I really didn't want it in my
mouth, I was sure he'd let me know to pull off, wouldn't he?. Suddenly,
both his hands were on my head and he was screaming 'Oh God' several times
as well as my name when I tasted it. His cock was pulsating in my
mouth. Hot liquid spewing from his cock! Yuck! He's actually sperming up in
my mouth!

I managed to extract his cock and spit the gunk onto his pubes as he
continued to unload a few more spurts. I was amazed at the volume! I had no
idea that men made so much sperm and how white it was! All I could do was a
few dribbles of clear liquid and I actually thought that was sperming up!


  He pulled me up to him in the same position we started out in, thanked me
with a kiss on the cheek, then quickly fell asleep cuddling me. He didn't
clean himself up and I could see the mess we'd made. I rolled over onto my
side and reflected on the events of the night. I gave my Uncle a blow job!
Where was my head at! Why did I do it? He didn't force me, I could have got
up any time refusing to do it. I could still taste him. I had to admit that
it really didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. Kinda sweet, yet tart,
and musty smelling. I lay awake a long time beating myself up over it. I
was extremely ashamed. How will I be able to face him in the morning. Maybe
he wouldn't remember! He was drunk, right? I decided I had better wipe him
clean with the towel he had discarded beside the bed, no evidence. As I was
doing so, I again admired his genitals as well as his sperm. His cock had
leaked and it hung there from his slit. I suddenly wanted to know what it
felt like so I dipped my fingers in the puddle on his pubes to find out,
afterward I cleaned him up and put the towel in the laundry, then crawled
back into bed and covered us with the sheet.


  The next morning I woke, quietly got out of bed, gathered my gym bag and
headed for my tennis lesson at the YMCA. I recalled my uncle was playing
golf later that day, so he could sleep in. My lesson was the pits, so was
my whole day. I was overcome with shame and it was all I could think about.


  I returned home and my mom told me that Uncle Jim would be home around
6pm but had a condo meeting to attend at 8pm, so I should cook up the pork
chops from yesterday. Mom had left for work by the time Uncle Jim got
home. I was dreading facing him. Would he remember? Would he bring it up?
Maybe apologize, blame it on the booze? Whatever, the point was I sucked
his cock willingly. He's going to think differently of me. His faggot
nephew! Our relationship would never be the same.

He had a shower when he got home as I prepared dinner. So far, so good,
nothing being said. As we ate, he talked about the condo meeting he was
attending and the hopes that he'd find out when he could take possession
and the legalities against the builder, blah, blah blah. He always treated
and talked to my like an adult, even though this conversation was way over
my head, I listened intently, glad to hear it and not something else!


  He thanked me over and over for the great meal, helped me clean up then
hugged me tightly, kissed me on the nose and said good bye, he'd be home
about eleven. I now thought for sure he was too drunk to remember the
previous night.


  It was a very hot night and I lay on top of the covers in my underwear
reading Hardy Boys when I heard him come home and walk directly to the bed
room. As he stripped off his clothes he proceeded to tell me about his
meeting. His unit would not be competed until two months later and
something about a compensation package. His eyes were always on me as he
talked and was now down to his boxer shorts. I was kind of shocked when he
pulled them down and off. His cock wasn't hard but it sure was bigger than
his usual flaccid size! He got under the sheet and I did the same. Once
again, he pulled me to him and cuddled me. No words were spoken but I could
hear his heavy breathing. Then I saw his hand travel down under the sheet
at his belly. Was he itchy and needing to scratch his balls or something?
Then I realized he was playing with himself. The sheet was lifting and
lowering slightly. His eyes were closed and he had his hand in my hair
massaging my scalp. My cock was hard! I knew he was stroking that big meaty
cock and I wanted it! Yes I wanted it badly all over again! No shame now as
I lowered my own hand under the sheet and took hold of him. He let out a
loud groan and said 'I love you, Bobby!' I moved down the bed and licked
the pre cum from his slit and took him into my mouth. I was really into it
this time, I even sucked his balls one by one admiring the softness in my
mouth. Suddenly he told me to stop! I thought he was having second thoughts
on our newly discovered activity and would say how this is so wrong and we
shouldn't be doing it. He lifted me up flat on my back, pulled down my
underwear, told me what a beautiful cock I had while he slowly stroked me
and played with my balls. He then bent forward and took my little 4 inch
hard cock in his mouth, then my balls along with. I'll will never forget
that feeling as long as I live. He asked me if I could sperm up yet as he
played with the few hairs I had began to sprout so recently. I told him
just a little, not like him, though. He told me he was going to take me
over the edge tonight, give me the most ultimate pleasure as I had done for
him. He lifted my legs across my chest and began licking and sucking my bum
hole. I thought how gross! but the feeling was incredible! How could one's
bum hole be made to feel so good? He continued this for some time, okay by
me, I was in heaven, but I hoped he didn't want me to do this for him ever!
He got up and retrieved a tube of something and squeezed it in my bum. He
then shocked me once again when he started to push his index finger into my
bum, telling me to relax, before he again took my cock into his mouth and
started sucking me vigorously. His finger hurt a bit and I couldn't figure
out why he wanted to do that. Suddenly I knew why! A shock went through my
hole body! The most incredible feeling which he later explained. So as he
fingered me he sucked hard and fast, jerking me off occasionally. I didn't
know I could ever feel so good, how another person could make another feel
so good! I wanted to suck his cock at the same time, actually, I was
begging for it! I even wanted to drink his sperm! But he told me to just
lay back and enjoy, I could suck him off later.


  I had a very powerful orgasm to say the least. Words cannot describe
it. I just remember how much more I seemed to love him at that moment. He
told me that I had shot out quite a bit and how sweet it tasted. I wasted
no time getting between his legs and repaying the favour. I was a cock pig!
I took so much in my mouth I gagged. This was a completely different blow
job than I gave him the night before. He erupted earlier than I had wanted
but I savoured every squirt, swallowing it's entirety. I now loved the
taste of his sperm! I loved him and his beautiful cock. No more shame or
guilt! If I am a fag, I'm his fag!


  We laid there naked, cuddling. It felt so wonderful as I played with his
flaccid cock and balls. He told me that he fantasized about me since I was
10 years old, many opportunities, but always fought back his urges so as
not to betray my mom. He couldn't resist his impulses after a few drinks
and took a chance with me the night before. Had I resisted he would blame
it on the booze knowing full well that I'd never tell my mom about it and
forgive his indiscretion. He was testing the grounds again tonight, seeing
if I'd 'take the bait' so to speak, on my own submission without force able
encouragement. He went on to tell me although he had been married once and
dated women occasionally, he preferred guys and had numerous sexual
encounters which started when he was 13 years old with his scout leader, a
man of about 40 years old. He then kissed me full on the lips and we went
to sleep.


  I woke up in the same position at 8 am, got between his legs and
encouraged his cock erect and started to suck him off, he stirred, said "oh
god, Bobby!" and enjoyed the morning blow job I performed. I could here my
mother in her bedroom next door to mine and it felt a little weird, on the
other side of the wall I was slurping on uncle's cock and he was quietly
moaning his appreciation until I brought him to ejaculation when he let out
a very audible "FUCK, YEAH!"


  It was Sunday and we had no plans, just lazed around watching TV and
talking to mom until she left for work at 6pm. Wasting no time we were soon
naked in my bed. He was giving me another great blow job but this time was
working a second finger up my bum. As well, he was animal like, sucking my
balls real hard and biting around the base of my cock and crotch area. It
hurt a lot but I endured it and had another fantastic orgasm.


  He didn't remove his fingers and was now trying for a third! Lots more
lube eased the pain and he was gentle. "Buddy, I want so badly to make love
to you! I want to put my cock inside of you and make love. You want to make
love to me, don't ya?" He's rimming my ass hard with his fingers. He wants
to 'corn hole' me! He doesn't wait for a response and has my legs pushed up
to my chest telling me to take hold of them as he generously re-lubes by
bum and then his cock and positions it at my hole. In this position I now
notice purple and black bruises around my crotch! This is the least of my
problems as he begins pushing inside of me. It hurt like fucking hell! I
thought he was tearing me and that there was no way his fat cock would fit!
He gave it a few thrusts, holding my hips tightly and pulling me toward
him. He penetrated, each thrust going in deeper. I complained profusely but
he was like an animal again! His face was contorted and he was trembling
all over as he made the last thrust driving his cock home. "Oh, Bobby, Man,
you're so fucking hot and tight. You're such a fucking trooper, man! Now,
just relax, get used to it. It won't hurt as much if you just relax, okay,
Buddy?"


  I had tears in my eyes but I was doing my best to comply. I now loved him
more than ever before, and if this is what he wanted, I'd give myself to
him without question! I had even been re-thinking the bum licking thing and
had planned on doing it for him next opportunity.

After a few minutes I did seem to adjust to it, although it still hurt, not
as much as the initial entry. He started to slowly pull and push back in,
both of us grunting loudly and longer as he picked up pace. God, it hurt
again! I didn't complain, the look on his face was of total ecstasy and I
wasn't going to spoil that for him. He was dripping sweat from his head
onto my body. I watched him climax as he drove the final thrust up me. He
was cussing words I'd never heard him use before and then he collapsed onto
me, trying to catch his breath and telling me again, how much he loved
me. His cock softened and slipped out. Relief was overwhelming!


  We had a shower together. He teased me about all the hickey's he'd given
my crotch, which I thought were gross and ugly, jokingly saying he was
trying to suck out more pubic hair for me and laid another huge one on my
left bum cheek saying he branded me, like cattle, so I now belonged to his
herd. Little did we know that these innocent 'love bites' would almost get
us caught!


  We stayed naked watching TV and cuddling. A few times I sucked his
flaccid cock or just kept it idle in my mouth, like a baby's soother, I
joked. Later that night in bed I did in fact lick his bum hole, much to his
pleasure, before blowing him. He called me a slut, sex maniac, and I
agreed! I really could not get enough of his cock. I couldn't explain it
considering just yesterday I never dreamed I'd be sucking anyone's cock!


  It was 5:30am when I awoke dry mouthed and made my way to the kitchen for
ice water we kept in the fridge. After pouring myself a glass I turned
around and there was my mother sitting at the table giggling because I'd
walked right past never noticing her! I almost jumped out of my skin! I'm
naked for god sakes and she has a bird's eye view, just 4 feet away! She
came home early. First, she asks why I'm naked? I tried to cover myself and
make a clean exit but she took my elbow. I told her that I always slept
naked. "Okay, news to me, but while your uncle Jim is here, don't you think
it would be appropriate to wear something to bed?" I responded with a roll
of my eyes, "Mom, we're both boys ya know!" I sure hoped that would get me
out of the pickle I was now in but when she glanced down I knew I was
screwed! I was trying desperately to hide my genitals with my water glass,
which probably magnified everything, and my other hand, forgetting about
the hickeys until that exact moment she noticed, pushing my hand aside
asking what those marks were? I had to think fast. She was, by the way, a
nurses' aide!


  "I got hit hard in the crotch by a tennis racket yesterday at the
YMCA. Look, I'm naked here, mom! Give me a break" as I pulled away from
her, red faced and certainly embarrassed, I didn't have to fake that part!
But as I turned away she saw the big one on my ass! Uncle Jim's 'brand!'


  "How about that one, did you get hit in the ass as well?" She said
sarcastically. 'If I didn't know better, I'd swear those were....." She
looked me in the eye but didn't say what was on her mind, instead, she went
on, "Bobby, is there something you need to tell me?" She looked horrified!


  "I bruise easily, mom! I fell on my rear end, okay? She didn't look
convinced in the least. "Can I go back to bed now, I'm really tired!" So I
walked away and she didn't question me further.


  Uncle Jim woke up when I crawled back into bed so I told him everything
that just happened. He turned white as a ghost and muttered, "oh, shit! The
situation put a big damper on the morning blow job I had planned for him,
that's for sure! He had to work that day and would have been getting up
soon anyway. He put a robe on and went to the kitchen as he would normally
do to make coffee.


  He returned to the bed room about 15 minutes later telling me that it's
okay. He told her that I had told him about the 'racket accident,' he
checked me out, putting ice on it to reduce the swelling and that I was
fine, forgetting to mention it to her. He believed she bought it! She did
mention hickeys and he laughed apparently saying, "well, if they're
hickeys, he must have one hell of an amazon girl friend to cause that
swelling from a 'love bite!" My uncle was a genius! No wonder I loved him.


  We were having sex every night. I quickly grew used to taking it up my
ass and could honestly say I began to love it after about the fourth
time. We seldom fucked when mom was home as the bed made too much noise,
not to mention uncle and me, but the oral sex continued, just quieter.


  Mom had never again brought up the sleeping nude issue, nor did she
mention anything to Uncle Jim. She must have taken my explanation of being
'both boys' acceptable, until however, she came into my room one morning,
which she seldom ever did, thinking Uncle Jim had gone to work, he had
called in sick, to find us sleeping naked on top of the sheets because it
was so hot. Uncle Jim had a leg over my legs and his arm around my mid
section, basically, half on top of me. She didn't wake us up but later
confronted Uncle Jim saying she didn't think it was appropriate that a
grown man and a twelve year old boy should be in bed together, naked, in
such a compromising position. Uncle Jim agreed with her saying he must have
rolled over at some point, subconsciously cuddling me as we so often did
watching TV. He told her that he loved me like a son and as far as sleeping
naked together, it's perfectly normal behaviour using my previous retort,
"we're both boy's, Mary!" but he cleverly added, "it's just a guy thing,
sleeping nude!" Thank God she hadn't noticed the tube of lubricant on my
night stand which we used a few hours earlier! Or had she been able to see
his would be still greased up genitals or my shiny lubed and freshly fucked
ass! Yes, things could have been a whole lot worse, indeed!


  I really don't think she totally bought it. I always suspected my mother
knew something was going on between Uncle Jim and me. Especially when Uncle
Jim was living in his condo and I spent most weekends with him. Or he would
be at our place in the morning when mom got home saying it was late when we
got home from an outing and he decided to sleep over. We hated being apart.


  Our relationship continued strong into my fourteenth year but things
began to change when I was fifteen. Uncle Jim seemed less and less
interested in the sexual side of our relationship although I knew he still
loved me. He continued to be my best friend and always there whenever I
needed him. He got a promotion and was transferred to another city when I
just turned sixteen and slowly lost touch.


  I reflect on it later in life and realize that perhaps I had gotten too
old for him. I have no regrets of our time together. I was not sexually
abused, but amused, it wasn't molestation, but education. I truly believe
that in my case and that of a great many other pubelescent boy's can
experience a mutual, healthy, rewarding sexual relationship with an adult
if the maturity level is there. We all know of 18 year olds that act like
12 year olds and 12 year olds that act like 18 year olds. Who has the right
to determine an age of consent? Especially in today's society where boy's
are far more sexually aware than ever before, not to mention, clinically
proven earlier onset of puberty.  I hope you enjoyed!



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