Date: Tue, 23 May 2000 18:48:05 EDT From: twofoldman@hotmail.com Subject: Uncle Louie, Part 1 I grew up in a closely-knit Italian family. Our neighborhood was mostly Italian and it was as intimate as my family. We all knew each other. Our feuds, our fights, our affairs were all monitored closely by everyone else until you began to think maybe your life was not your own. It was a comfort and it was a curse. You knew what was expected of you and you didn't waver from it. That's what made it so hard for me to come to terms with the fact that I did not want to get married and have children like everybody else did. My attachments and my loves were all for males, mostly men who were much older than I. Perhaps this would not have been so pronounced if it weren't for my Uncle Louie. I was in love with him, in some form or another, ever since I was a very small boy. Perhaps I still am. Uncle Louie was everything I seemed to desire in a man. My father's brother, he played a large part in our family's business, which was a prosperous pizzeria in our neighborhood. Louie was well-respected and loved in all the ways you might expect. He was known as a good-hearted man but he was also known to be hot-tempered and had taken his wrath out on many a man who had angered him. My family never had any connections to "the Mob" that I ever heard of, but Louie knew plenty of guys who did, and he was in good with all of them. He was not to be crossed. He was also physically imposing. He stood less than six feet tall, but was a very stout, thickly built man, with a naturally muscular physique. His thinning hairline was compensated by the coarse black hair that grew thickly over the rest of his body. He was older than my father by about four years. His face was kind and handsome, classically Italian, and although I had seen it darken on several occasions, his rage was never directed toward me. You see, I was Louie's favorite. Louie spent time with me every chance he got. My aunt Rose, Louie's wife, adored me too. As children, my brothers and I were often invited to stay with my Louie and Rose, but everyone knew Louie favored me. We often spent time alone. It was never questioned and never challenged by my brothers or anyone else. I had heard my mother and father discussing Louie several times. Many times these conversations would turn into arguments in which my father would get very loud and upset. It's funny how parents always think their children do not hear private conversations, especially when they turn into fights. Louie and his wife, my aunt Rose, had no children. It was one of those things that wasn't commonly discussed in front of us, but on rare occasions I would catch snippets of conversations that indicated that there may have been a larger story that I was not aware of. It wasn't until I was thirteen that I fully understood the meaning of the quiet conversations. Rose wanted children. Louie said he did, too. Rumor had it that Rose was infertile, but the truth was that the problem was with Louie. I did not understand the meaning of the word "impotent" at first, but when I finally put the pieces together and realized that the reason that Louie and Rose could not have children was because Louie could not get an erection, I was floored. My uncle Louie was a potent, gifted, and virile lover. I knew this because Louie had been fucking me for several years at that point. ___________________ The first time Louie fucked me it was summertime. Louie and Rose had been at our house for dinner. After dinner, the adults had retired to the front porch where they sat drinking wine and talking. My brothers and I were playing in the back yard with some of the neighborhood kids. I was the baby of the family, and at some point, well after sundown, I was excluded from their games because of that. Reacting as to be expected, I sought my parents to inform them of this injustice. At this point, my father had fallen asleep on the living room couch. The women were in the kitchen talking with one of the neighbors who had dropped in. Their voices drifted out to me as I walked onto the enclosed front porch to find uncle Louie dozing on our glider. I watched him as he lay there, stretched out on his side on the glider, breathing heavily as a man will when he is sleeping. I sat next to the glider in a folding chair and watched him closely. He was dressed simply, in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt which clung to his well-defined chest and his ample belly. Not tucked in, it had begun to ride up and exposed the lower part of his stomach, with its bristly hair. In the dim light filtering onto the porch from our house, I could see the waistband of uncle Louie's underwear. Several times while staying with Rose and Louie, I had seen him dressed in only these, the mystery of his masculine body almost completely revealed to me, the sagging bulge in front drawing my attention. I had tried not to stare at him. It was in moments like these I would stare, when nobody could see me. Suddenly Louie roused and looked up at me, stretching. "Hey sport, your uncle's a little sleepy here" he said to me, smiling. I was wearing shorts and I was aware of my erection poking against the fabric. Louie seemed oblivious and said "C'mere," pulling me to him in a playful manner. I lay down next to him on the glider and he held me from behind, draping one of his beefy arms over me. The evening was cool and I welcomed the heat of his body. And then something began, something that surprised and delighted me. With our bodies lying this close, I began to become aware of Louie's gradual arousal. It wasn't a significant change, I did not feel his erection pressing against my back (our difference in size didn't quite allow for us to be aligned properly for that) but it was something I could definitely feel happening on both of our parts. It took some time but gradually I eased my arm backwards until I was gently brushing Louie's pants, and then I did feel it. Hardness inside his jeans, just beyond the zipper. He pushed it gently into my hand and his breathing had definitely grown more rapid. I couldn't judge its size or even its shape because of our position, but I managed to get enough of a grip on it to give a slight squeeze, which elicited a gasp from my uncle. Inside the house, thankfully distant, the women laughed and talked. My uncle sat up then, his hair slightly tousled in the dim light. I didn't say a word to him. He sat there for several minutes, seemingly collecting himself and listening to the distant sound of the women talking. My feet were now in his lap and he gently pushed them aside and stood up. Something huge tented the front of his jeans and a twinge of some feeling exploded in my stomach, spreading warmth throughout my body, and I began to tremble. Louie silently extended his hand to me. When I grabbed it he gently pulled me up and led me around the side of our partially enclosed porch that turned into a small alcove where my father usually kept our barbecue and an old chair from our living room. He held me to him and I felt his erection pressing just under my chest. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. My imaginings about sex between men were immature and unfounded. I certainly didn't expect what he did next. He gently turned me around and slipped his hand inside of my shorts, underneath my underwear, his fingers sliding right down to my asshole. I was slightly ashamed and at the same time I got an idea of what he intended. I was suddenly on my knees, leaning over the cushion of the old chair as Louie spit into his hand and spread it all around my hole, his stubby fingers pushing and prodding at me until they slipped inside of me, slicked up by his spit. I gasped silently as my dick strained and throbbed as he stretched me out. At first it hurt, then it quickly faded, replaced by a warm sensation intensified by his probing fingers. Tension was building inside of me and I orgasmed, moaning slightly as my ass twitched around Louie's invading fingers. He quieted me urgently and suddenly. "Quiet, Angelo. You must be very quiet." His fingers never left my asshole. Neither of us had touched my small dick. I heard him fumbling with his belt and his zipper and I shuddered as he pulled me backwards to meet his groin. Again he spit, and I felt the warmth of his penis and he pressed it against my hole. Gently he pushed himself inside of me and my world seemed to explode with the pain of his entry. I had not seen his penis yet and I later understood why he did not let me before he entered me. Louie was enormous. He held it inside of me, panting while I whimpered into the cushion of the chair. He pulled out with a slick pop and I was hit with a rush of excruciating pain. I quietly sobbed as Louie leaned over me and held me to his chest from behind, quieting me and reassuring me in whispers. I was glad Louie couldn't see my face in the darkness, I was sure it was a mask of pain and tears. Then he reached down and slowly reinserted himself inside of me. This time it was different. It was warm and tingling. Then he began to move, causing waves of pleasure to erupt as I reveled in the stretching feeling of my ass. I began to relax myself against his gentle but insistent thrusts. I began to welcome them. Expertly he worked, his penis finding a new depth with each inevitable thrust until finally he was completely inside of me, his groin pressed firmly against my ass. He moved his hips from side to side and the tingling feelings nearly drove me over the edge again. He fucked me slowly, sliding in and out with ease, teasing me with the head of his cock and then plunging deeply inside of me. As his rhythm increased, I could hear the soft jingling of his loose belt buckle as he thrust his hips against me. "You OK Angelo?" he whispered. I begged him not to stop. He didn't. He plowed me deeply as the warm feelings built and built, and I orgasmed again, burying my face in the cushion as I screamed aloud. Anyone close enough to hear this may have thought I was screaming in pain as Louie's massive cock ripped me open, but it was the exact opposite. Louie's massive cock was making me cum, and the feeling was so intense and overwhelming that it ripped through my young body like a burning wave. In my immature experiments with masturbation and orgasms, I had never imagined anything like this. As I felt my ass twitch around his thick shaft, he plunged deep inside of me and I could feel his large body trembling as he spurted inside of me, breathing harshly through his nose. He leaned over me and held me for a minute before he withdrew and quickly tucked his penis back into his jeans, buckling his belt and helping me back into my shorts. We lay on the glider in the darkness in silence, his semen churning inside of me, my face still wet with tears. I was speechless at what had just happened between us. I felt wonderful and happy and full as his strong, hairy arms held me to him. I luxuriated in the safe feeling of being held by him, the man who had just deflowered me, feeling his chest rise and fall against my back and smelling the fading scent of our sex. Occasionally I reached back to feel his penis through is jeans, and there was still a hint of his erection. I'm not sure how long we lay there in the darkness of the front porch but I never wanted it to end. Although I knew he was not sleeping, he did not disengage himself from me when the porch light finally came on and the women came looking for him. As he stood up and left with my aunt Rose, I felt a terrible longing for him to stay. I watched as they drove off and suddenly I was seized with a cramp and ran upstairs into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, where his sperm poured out of me. There seemed to be no end. I went to bed that night and masturbated again, thinking of how his cock felt inside of me. I had no sperm to clean up after I orgasmed. I simply rolled over and fell asleep, dreaming of uncle Louie. _____________________ Louie didn't fuck me again for a whole month, and it drove me insane. He would come to our house and I would wonder, will it be this time? He showed no sign that anything had ever happened between us. We were never alone and it tortured me. I wanted to beg him. I never got the chance. Finally one night I walked to his pizza shop to be near him. He was there and I made a nuisance of myself until he put me to work cleaning. Finally as the sun went down, he excused himself from the shop and said he was driving me home. The minute we were alone in uncle Louie's van, he rolled up the windows, even though it was blazing hot. We sat in silence for a minute and he said without looking at me. "Did you tell anyone about what happened between you and me the other night?" I told me I did not. Finally he turned to me and looked at me and he said sternly, "I don't ever, ever want you to talk about it to anyone, Angelo. You understand what would happen if anybody knew?" I did understand. The he smiled at me. "Good boy." We were driving now, and we pulled up in front of Louie's house. "Rose isn't home" he explained. He took me upstairs and we fucked in his bed. I got to see him naked for the first time, and as I sat on the edge of his bed he stood before me and briefly allowed me to examine him. I held his erect cock in my small boyish hands as it jutted proudly up from under his belly, surrounded by dense hair which I did not have yet. It smelled strongly, the taut skin was dark and velvety, the barrel of the shaft covered with bulging, prominent veins. I had the urge to kiss it and suck it into my mouth but Louie did not give me time. Pushing me onto my back he applied his spit and gently entered me as before, as slowly and expertly as the first time. This time it was easier. In no time he was plunging into me and the feelings were there again. I felt the strange sensation of his heavy balls slapping me softly on his downstrokes and I gazed dreamily up at him as I watched his stocky body work. How long had I longed to see him like this, to be under his power like this? We had several hours before my aunt's return and he took his time, giving me several orgasms, rolling me into many different positions. Finally he mounted me from behind and plowed me forcefully. The bed squeaked loudly under his efforts, but that day my uncle made no sounds of sexual pleasure until his ejaculation, marked by a single satisfied grunt as I felt him spurting inside of me. I lay tucked under his arm then as we came down from our sexual experience, my second ever. I timidly handled his deflating erection as he caught his breath, running my fingers through his long pubic hair and cradling his heavy sac as he lit a cigarette. That day I held his load inside of me with no problem. He drove me home and as I jumped out of his van he honked the horn at my mother, who was outside in the yard, and drove off. As I kissed mom in greeting, I was distinctly aware of how sore uncle Louie had made my asshole. It was wonderful. ___________________________ Louie and I rarely talked during sex at the very beginning. He seemed ashamed of what we were doing, especially when we weren't doing it. Although he sometimes acted like he didn't want to do it anymore, I was learning the power of a man's lust and Louie was no exception. He seemed like a different person when he was fucking me, and then he would become uncle Louie once he shot his load. If too much time would go by without any attention from uncle Louie, I would make it a point to show up at his pizzeria wearing tight fitting cotton shorts, and soon he would be thrusting into my ass in some private place, oftentimes the back of his van or the basement of the pizza shop. The best times were when we got to do it in his bed when Rose wasn't around. At first I felt guilty when I thought of Rose, but I eventually began to think of Louie as mine. There was never a threat when we were together. She never once came close to catching us, Louie was too careful. Looking back on the beginning of our sexual relationship, I can see how Louie gradually opened up to me, although at the time, because of my inexperience, his behavior was nothing but mystery to me. At first he showed very few signs of pleasure during our encounters. He acted like someone doing his duty instead of his own will. His fought to keep a calm and steady face during his orgasms and several times I only knew he was cumming from the sensation of his cock throbbing and depositing his load inside of me. He eventually began to drop his macho pose during our coupling and give in to the pleasure my ass brought him, moaning softly and occasionally mumbling my name lovingly in his reverie. He began to express his orgasms with barely supressed groans, and eventually he was holding nothing back. There were times when we were alone in Louie's house that he had worked himself up into a frenzy as he pumped me, crying out loud at the time of his ejaculation and groaning as the spasms subsided. I, on the other hand, never had a problem expressing the joy I felt as Louie fucked me. I was forever changed, ever since the first time he had fucked me on our front porch. I had never imagined that something like that could happen between two men, and I certainly never thought it could feel good, especially after the inital pain I had felt at Louie's entry. But it was as if he was rubbing against something inside of me that set me off every time. I was slightly embarassed of my behavior when we were having sex, because I would cry out and wail in pleasure with every stroke of him inside of me. Once he was inside of me it was as if I lost control of my body and Louie was driving instead. My orgasms were intense and addictive. Masturbation did not compare, and I relied on my uncle to take care of the need I felt. Although Louie never once touched my dick with his hands or his mouth, he was a very considerate lover and he always made sure I had orgasmed at least once. He could have used me to get himself off and then been finished, but there were some days he would draw out our lovemaking until I had many climaxes, saying things like "Here's another one for you, baby" as I moaned through yet another dry cum. His tenderness made me feel like I was on top of the world. I rarely had to touch myself to cum while Louie was fucking me. I loved everything he did. I quickly become aware of sex and the things I liked about it. I was aware of the fulfilling way our bodies came together, the insertion of his body into mine, the way my legs and arms wrapped around him, the joyous motion of his hips, the bristly feel of his pubic hair against my smooth ass, the rhythmic slap of his big balls, the feel of his body hair rubbing against my chest and stomach, the way it all came to a purpose when he began shooting his seed inside of me. I learned to desire his ejaculation, learned to love the smell of it, the feel of it, and the taste of it when I was unable to offer him my ass. I kept our secret and listened to my brothers and my friends talk about sex. The words they used excited me because I began to realize that Louie was doing all of them to me. Louie was fucking me. Humping me. Balling me. Screwing me. Sticking it to me. We learned how to please each other very well, how to time our orgasms, how to bring each other maximum enjoyment. Louie learned the pleasure that playing with my nipples would bring me and he would absently stroke and pinch them as he reached his own climax, bringing me over the edge with him. Later in life it would seem ridiculous to me that anyone would question my uncle's virility. He was a king, a bull. In my entire life I have never met a man who could claim to be his equal. _________________________ Eventually I had begun to talk to him about the nature of our relationship. I asked him if he had ever had sex with any other guys and he seemed unwilling to answer me. Finally he relented that he had never had sex with a grown man, but had gotten a hand job once from one of the boys who lived on his street. He had given me very few details about this encounter but I had finally gotten the whole story from him, in detail, much later in life. I found out that this was a more involved situation than he was letting on. Louie had been helping his neighbor Sal install a deck on the back of his house near his swimming pool. Sal's young son, Tony, had been shadowing the men throughout the entire project. I knew Tony even though he was older than me. We all knew each other. Tony was a sturdy kid with a boyish face. I tried to imagine what he looked like when this all took place, which was quite a few years before my first experience with my uncle. Louie admitted that he had noticed the way Tony seemed to examine his body and size him up and that a vague, formless idea about Tony had somehow worked its way into Louie's mind. It had taken them several weeks to finish the project since they worked mostly on the weekends, and on one particularly hot day, Sal had surprised Louie by stripping out of his clothes and jumping into the pool naked. Nudity between men was nothing to my uncle at this point, but Sal had done so in front of Tony and soon Tony had joined him. They had urged Louie to join them and since Sal's wife was not around and there were no females in the house, he had stripped off his clothes and jumped into the pool. They had taken turns roughhousing with the squealing Tony, and Louie said that several times he had felt that Tony had deliberately groped his penis. Tony's erection was obvious and moreover, he seemed to notice that Sal was erect as well. This had been confirmed when he watched Sal get out of the pool to go into the house and saw his large member swaying out in front of him. Sal made no attempt to hide it. He came out of the house in a flaccid condition with more cold beer for himself and Louie, which they had been drinking all day. Louie and Sal relaxed by the pool as Tony continued to swim, and Sal had not made any attempt to pull his shorts back on, although my uncle had done so. Finally Tony had disappeared into the house and Sal excused himself to piss. When he did not return, my uncle had gone looking for him. He found him sitting on the couch in the family room with Tony between his legs, sucking and playing with Sal's penis. Sal quieted my uncle's astonishment by telling him "It's ok, the kid likes it Louie." As his friend got sucked by his own son, Louie had watched with a growing fascination and a rock hard erection, which he hadn't experienced in a long time. Sal had invited Louie to sit next to them. Louie had joined them and soon his shorts were around his ankles and Tony was kneeling in front of him sucking on his joint. Before Louie's disbelieving eyes, Sal had mounted the boy from behind and stroked in and out of his ass as Tony sucked my uncle's large member as best he could. Apparently my uncle became fascinated watching Sal's hairy groin thrusting into Tony's smooth bottom and he began to eagerly await Sal's climax, which came quickly. Louie said Sal had cried out so loud it had almost embarassed my uncle. As Sal pulled out of Tony's ass, he had invited my uncle to take his place and my uncle had eagerly agreed. This time Tony scrambled up into my uncle's lap and reached back, inserting the blunt head of Louie's cock into his ass. Louie says that he took great pleasure in the expression on the kids face as Louie pushed his big cock inside of him. Although Sal was large, Louie could tell he was slightly bigger. Tony was gasping and beginning a steady up and down rhythm that soon had my uncle in ecstasy. Louie said he had never felt anything as tight as Tony's ass on his dick, and whatever was left of his inhibition slowly drained away. Sal sat back smoking a cigarette and watched them, and Louie grew more aggressive and sat up, grasping Tony and rocking him gently up and down on his prick, and then leaning him onto his back on the couch, his cock never leaving the boy's ass as he hovered over him, plunging deeply. Louie was turned on by how huge his cock looked pistoning in and out of the boy's small ass. After a few minutes of this Sal had rejoined them, his penis once again erect as he knelt over the boy's face. Tony, who had been lapping at Sal's balls as Sal jerked off over him, then began to wail. My uncle had slowed his thrusting, thinking he had hurt the boy. "Don't stop Louie, you're gonna make him cum!" Sal had feverishly instructed. Amazed, my uncle resumed his thrusting, asking incredulously "He's gonna cum from this?" and the kid began to orgasm, his ass twitching around the root of my uncle's cock. He cried out in his climax, and my uncle began to plunge deeper, incredibly aroused by the fact that he had made the boy cum. Louie pumped faster and as Tony's orgasm subsided, my uncle's began and he started shooting deep inside of his ass, as Sal had done. Louie admitted to me that the sensation was so intense that he, too, had groaned loudly during his orgasm, quickly composing himself in front of his friend and enjoying the subsiding feelings quietly. No sooner had Louie withdrawn from Tony's ass than Sal was repositioning himself and entering him from behind. Louie sat back and watched Sal plunge into him over and over as he recovered from his own orgasm. My uncle was mystified at the roles they were playing with this boy: Sal and Louie being the active performers, the boy the willing receptacle to receive them. Sal got the kid off expertly before cumming again himself. The two of them had spent the rest of that afternoon deep-dicking Sal's boy, cumming inside his ass until they could not shoot any more. Louie told me that when he left them that evening, he drove down to the river and sat alone for almost an hour and a half thinking about what had just happened. He had considered throwing himself into the water he was so consumed with guilt. My uncle had two explanations for his willingness to participate in this situation. First was that he was drunk from the beer that he had consumed, but the second was more important. My uncle had difficulty acheiving an erection and had seemingly lost much of his interest in sex due to this. At this time, Louie and Rose had been married for almost eight years, and for most of that time he had been struggling with the problem. Rose had withdrawn from him sexually he told me, and he felt it unnecessary to confront the problem any further. The lust that had come pouring out of him that day was overwhelming to him. He was ashamed and he was invigorated at the same time. He swore to himself that he would never associate with Sal again, and then found himself back at Sal's house the very next Saturday, where they went at Tony as a team again. Louie said that Sal had confessed that Tony had been asking all week if Louie was coming over for more, and the kid had been as eager and willing as the first time. My uncle could not resist. Louie found the kid's desire an irresistable pull. He and Sal had dicked Tony relentlessly, at every available opportunity, pounding their loads up inside of him for the better part of six months. However, his fear of discovery gradually grew too much and he disassociated himself from Sal and Tony. He had experienced no sexual satisfaction after that. Until we began to have sex. ______________________________ One night Louie and I had been fucking in the club house that my older brothers had built and outgrown, leaving it as my territory. It was a small structure at the very back of our yard in which we kept old cushions and in which many childish secrets were discussed. On this night, it became the place where Louie vented his sexual frustrations on my willing ass. Although it was still technically summer, it had begun to get chilly at night and in the darkness of our backyard Louie had chosen to leave his clothes on, unbuckling his pants and pulling his penis through the opening in his shorts, while slipping my jeans over my ass for access. We started out fucking in the spoon position and as Louie's passion grew, he rolled me onto my stomach and hammered out the last thrusts of tonight's fuck. The heat of his semen spurted inside of me as I experienced my own climax, my penis still encased in my jeans and underwear. It was no matter, I still did not ejaculate any fluid. Louie left his penis inside of me for quite some time before he zipped up his pants and pulled up mine and we lay there reveling in the sensations he had brought both of us. I lay next to him and listened to him breathing deeply. "Uncle Louie?" I asked. "Am I the only one you're fucking right now?" Louie said that I was. "Are you always going to want to fuck me?" I asked. Louie was silent for too long before he answered with a noncommittal "Probably, kid."