Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2011 10:50:31 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle's Handy Man-Pt 1 (Revised)

(fictional story)

I was 14 when I had an experience that would have a major effect on my
sexuality forever.  I was a decent looking kid, short-buzzed brown
hair, smooth skin, skinny, and was about 5 ft. high.  I had discovered
jacking off two years before and a single day didn't go by when I
didn't get off at least once before going to bed.  These days, at 30,
I am still as horny, but don't have the time to indulge on every whim
I get to polish my boner.  Back then, I'd wait until everyone had gone
to sleep.  We lived in a mobile home (fancy talk for trailer) with my
bedroom all by itself on the other end.  It was separated from my
sister's room and parents by a living room and kitchen.

At night, once I heard the last of any sounds made from the others,
I'd lay on my bed and strip naked.  Nudity was a new thing for me.  I
was very modest then and never changed clothes in front of anyone.
But when I was alone, I got naked at the first opportunity.  I would
lay naked and jack off, then go to sleep.  Whenever I had to house to
myself and I knew no one would be home anytime soon, I'd roam the
house naked.  I loved sitting on the couch or at the table naked...It
felt so naughty to be naked in everyday places, even if they were
indoors.  I loved to sit near the window and watch cars drive by,
wondering if they suspected that the shirtless boy in the window was
naked below the belt.  My favorite time to masturbate was when no one
was home and the neighbor's son was mowing their tiny lawn.  He was my
age, had a good body, and was very white.  He never seemed to tan, and
sometimes was red by the end of his mowing session.  Yet, he'd mow the
yard shirtless with his beautiful white skin gleaming with sweat.  I
usually came twice watching him from our living room window.

My fourteenth summer, I had to stay one month with my uncle and his
family when my parents went out of town.  My grandmother (my mom's
mom) was sick and my parents would be going back and fourth almost out
of the state to check on her a lot.  My sister had decided to spend
the summer with her best friend out in the country, for she was about
to be a senior and this was her last free summer.  This left me with
the choice of making all those boring trips with my parents or
spending the summer with my Uncle.  My dad was 40, his brother, Carl,
was 25.  Carl was the youngest of five kids, my dad the oldest.  They
had three sisters in between.  I thought the stay with Carl was going
to be only slightly interesting because he lived out in the country.
Perhaps, in the country, I could have some adventures exploring in the
woods and fields around his house.

I had been jacking off for two years.  I was addicted to it.  I never
thought twice about getting hard over both men and women when I looked
at naked pictures.  I had found or acquired a dirty magazine here or
there along the way and had my stash hidden inside a piece of
furniture.  My favorite things to look at were the pictorials, you
know, the ones that showed some type of story.  For example, like
where a man is in jail in the old West in one picture, and saloon girl
enters the jail showing her tits. On a few pages she gets naked with
the sheriff and then it looks like they're having sex.  The next thing
you know the jailed guy is naked.  Then the sheriff is all dazed and
lying on his chair and she is in the cell with the bandit with a key.
I loved those goofy scenarios.  I didn't have access to any hardcore
porno then. These were like shots from Hustler or Penthouse.  Also,
seeing these let me create in my head the story around the pictures.
I liked seeing the men naked as well as the women, and for some reason
it was hotter when a pictorial showed two men naked in the same shot.
My absolute favorites were those scenarios shot outdoors.  I was
hoping to be able to get naked in the woods at least once while I was
at Carl's.  Unfortunately, I couldn't take my magazines with me.  I
made sure they were secured before I left, however.

I hadn't seen my Uncle Carl in about five years, although he called
dad a lot.  We lived very far away, much farther then my Grandmother's
house and in a different state.  Mom used her flight benefits to get
me a free flight for the trip.  Upon arriving, my Aunt Kelly was there
holding her baby and trying to hang on to the two-year-old, too.  She
looked tired and pissed. I almost wanted to get back on the plane.
When she saw me, her face changed dramatically and I was relieved.  I
offered to carry the smaller boy, Jacob.  We went and found my
luggage.  I had brought just one suitcase.  We made our way out to
their Suburban and drove out to their house.  The scenery was very
nice.  We chitchatted about any family news we knew about.  She asked
about my grandmother.  Once we got to the house, she showed me where I
was to stay.

They lived in a very old country home where her father had grown up.
You could tell that many additions had been added to an original, tiny
home.  I loved how the additional rooms made for hidden nooks and
crannies to explore.  I was staying in what was once a screened-in
porch, but now was sealed and had a window and door.  When you entered
the home, you stepped into a porch. Once inside straight ahead was a
living room, to the left the kitchen and dining room, and their
bedroom was on the extreme left beyond the living area.  On the
outside of their bedroom was a hallway for the washer and dryer.  The
hall went around the house towards the back (behind the living room
wall) and there was the closed-in nook where I would be staying.  It
was merely half the size of my own bedroom, but had bunk beds, a chest
for clothes, and a single window overlooking a pasture. The back door
was by my window. I was so thrilled that I got my own private
space--just like at home!

I got my clothes unpacked and decided to hang out in the living room.
I was disappointed that they only had three TV channels and the
reception was bad.   While she was staying busy and the kids were
taking a nap, I kept wondering when Carl would be home.  I assumed he
was still at his job where he worked at a plant as a welder.  After
Kelly finished cooking, she nervously paced around.  Still, there was
no sign of Carl.  I could tell she was getting thoroughly pissed.  I
went to sit in the dining room but left the TV on where we could still
hear it.    Suddenly, we heard the name of the factory where he worked
spoken by the news reporter.  We both went back to the living room and
listened.  Apparently, there had been some kind of explosion there,
but no one was seriously hurt.

We waited on pins and needles until Carl came home.  When he came in
they hugged and kissed.  I was suddenly struck by his handsome
appearance.  No Polaroid's sent to us at Christmas did this man any
justice. He was average height and had short spiky blonde hair and
beautiful green eyes.  My heart skipped a beat as he came over and
gave me a big masculine bear hug that lifted me off the floor.

 "What's up soldier?"

He had always called me that because I always had a military haircut
growing up.  He stood over, me. He was about 5ft9. He smelled of fumes
and some sweat, a very masculine scent.  My dad was forty and looked
it, but Carl (at thirty two years old) looked like he was in he early
20's and would for quite a while.

Finally, the ruckus ended and we all sat down to eat.  The entire time
I couldn't keep my eyes off his face.  He was still in the jeans and
denim jacket he came home in, but was barefoot.  We all laughed and
talked for another hour and then he said he needed to take a nap.
Well, that nap became an all-nighter.  He stayed in bed until the next
morning.  Just before he'd gone to bed, he told us he would have the
next two weeks off while the plant rebuilt the burned-down sections.
I was excited. This meant he and I could do more stuff together.

I lay in bed that night jacking off thinking of Carl welding at his
plant.  I turned this into a magazine scenario in my head.  I
fantasized Carl welding shirtless when a woman comes in and starts to
undress.  I imagined Carl and the woman messing around until the boss
comes in and starts yelling at them.  Before you know it, I imagined
all of them naked and she was giving them both head at the same time.
It was this point that I came intensely and had shot all over myself.

I realized in order to wash up, I'd have to go through the back hall
and into the living room to the bathroom.  As I was coming into the
nearly pitch-black living room, I heard the floor creak.  I stood
still.  Carl was coming out of his bedroom and heading for the only
bathroom and I froze.  I stood motionless as he walked across the
living room and into the bathroom.  As he passed one window, a tiny
slice of moonlight flashed on him and saw his bare chest.  As he
stepped up to the bathroom doorway, he flipped on a switched and I saw
two seconds of his naked backside—he was totally naked!.

I was excited again.  "What fuckin' luck," I thought.  I remained
frozen in my tracks and stayed still until I heard his pissing stop.
Just hearing the piss stream hit the water was enough to make me horny
again.  The light went out and he made his way back to the bedroom.  I
saw his body again when he passed the window with the moonlight coming
through it.  I hardly saw anything that time.  I was so hot again that
I started to jack off right there ducking in the hallway.  I only came
a few tiny squirts, but the orgasm was great.  I never did go into the
bathroom.  Exhausted, I just went back to bed thinking of Carl walking
in the house naked until I was asleep.

The next few days I really didn't get to spend a lot of time with
Carl. Kelly had a huge to-do list that kept him busy around the
housing fixing stuff and doing repairs.  I did get to help him with
some of that.  I began to be mesmerized every time I saw him.  His
face was handsome...his body was toned and buff.  He wore denim cut-off
shorts and a tight t-shirt with sandals.  Practically every day, the
clothing he wore was of the same type, very masculine.   I always made
sure that I stood as close as possible to smell him.  Sweaty, fresh
out of the shower, whatever, his scents were sexy.

A couple of times when he left to go into town for some errand for
Kelly, I'd go exploring in the woods.  I would often find a clearing
near the creek and take my clothes off. I enjoyed roaming naked in
just my socks and tennis shoes.  I'd have a raging hard on the whole
time.  Even after I jacked off, I would still be hard.  After my naked
scenarios, I'd head back only to completely dress again when I got
back near the house.  I'd still be hard and would have to move my dick
around in my pants before going inside so it wouldn't show.

At night, I'd stake out the hallway in hopes of seeing Carl go take a
whiz naked.  I only saw him get up in the night one other time.
Unfortunately, there was no moonlight and he didn't flip the switch
until he was in the bathroom completely.  At then end of the second
week, I was developing a crush on Carl.  I was fascinated with every
movement he made and hung on his every word.  I was especially happy
that he found out he was still going to be off yet another week.  I
was overjoyed.  He had become the main star of my jack off fantasies
each night.  In my jack off fantasies, I started to think of him and I
playing alone.

Kelly had decided to give him a break with the home repairs eventually
and took the kids to see her family out of town.  I was too lucky!
This meant a whole week with only my handsome uncle.  The night before
she left I couldn't sleep.  I jacked off three times and finally tired
out late in the night.  Since I had complete privacy, I had grown
accustomed to sleeping naked those two weeks.  After jacking off three
times that night, I hadn't bothered to clean up.  I fell asleep with
cum squirts on my chest and stomach.  I was stunned when I felt two
hands gently shaking me.

"Wake up soldier," Carl said.

My dick was covered, but my ass and the rest of me was exposed.  I was
on the bottom bunk so he was standing over me.  I jerked to cover my
body up.

He laughed, "Dude, don't be so timid...we're both men.  You'll grow
out of it."  He didn't linger...he just walked off saying, "Let's wake
up man, let's go fishing!"  I was up in a heartbeat.

I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled on some shorts, and went to the living
room to put on my shoes.  We ate some cereal and headed to the creek.
He had a small boat that was motorless, it required oars.  We got his
fishing gear and headed towards the boat.  It was tied up to a log on
a makeshift little pier.  He had brought a cooler of beers and cokes.
He took his flannel shirt off to expose his upper torso.  He had on an
extremely tight wifebeater shirt on that showed him off perfectly.  I
watched the way his arm muscles moved as he paddled the boat. I was
intrigued also by the tufts of blondish brown hair poking out from his
armpits.  I barely had any underarm hair yet.  I was embarrassed by
the pit fuzz under my arms in the past, but after seeing his in all
its glory, I realized how normal and manly it really was.  I wanted to
see more if his armpits, in fact.

We found a shady spot to fish and sat there peacefully for a couple of
hours. Finally, he said it was time we took a break for lunch.  He
pulled out two sandwiches and we ate.  We began to chat about this and
that.  He asked if I had a girlfriend yet.  I was honest with him and
told him of my only date with a girl so far.  I had been going to the
movies with Charlotte now and then, but nothing had happened yet.  He
laughed and said it would soon enough.  He told me he used to date his
first girlfriend at the movies he got so horny that he would go the
bathroom and jack off in a stall.  I was shocked that he was so candid
with me.  Perhaps, it was the beers he'd had.  He was laughing and
patting me on the back when he said all this.  He was close enough,
that I could feel his hot beer breath on my neck at times.  Being
close to him and hearing him talk like that was such a tease to me,
but he didn't realize it.  We sat in the middle seat with our sides
touching but each facing the other end of the boat.

Finally, he caught a fish.  When he realized he had one on his line,
he grabbed my neck hard with his arm and hugged it.  I felt his wet
armpit against my bare neck, and that woke my dick up even more.  .
He pulled his line out of the water only to find out that he had
caught a branch with moss on it!  We laughed a lot, but I was still
reeling from the armpit touching me.  At that moment, I think he saw
me trying to shift my dick in my drawers to try to keep it from
showing.

"I know dude, you're horny as I was at your age."  I blushed at those words.

 "You jack off a lot, huh," he asked with a sheepish grin.

I stammered and said, "No".

He laughed and said, "Look at that clearing right there...doesn't it
look familiar?"

I stared for a moment.  Then it hit me, that spot is where I got naked
a lot and jacked off!

"Dude, I was testing the boat the other day for leaks and stopped to
take a piss here in the shade...I guess you didn't see me, but I sure
saw you. You got naked as a jaybird and really whacked that dick off!
--Looks like you had your own leak to deal with!"

I was so embarrassed and was about to cry!

"That's my favorite place to beat off, too!"

I couldn't even swallow the rest of that bite of sandwich.  I felt
like I was suspended in time with those last words echoing in my
brain.

"You wanna do it now?" He asked with a mischievous tone.  I nervously
nodded yes.

He pushed the boat up to the bank and tied it to a tree.  He helped me
out of the boat with his strong arms.  I don't think I was an
effeminate boy, but at that moment, I felt weak and self conscious.
Once on ground, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his sandals, and
dropped his shorts.  He was naked in seconds.  I had only taken my
shirt off.

"Looks like you had fun last night, too." He said.

I looked down to see the dried cum still on my belly.  He laughed a
real hearty laugh which broke the ice somewhat.  I turned around and
started to shyly pull of my shorts, but before they were off my feet,
he came up from behind and bear-hugged me, lifting me off the ground.
I tingled all over the moment my bare back and butt made contact with
his chest and pubes.  He pulled my arm to lead me to some stumps where
we sat naked.  I took a good look at him.  It was my first time to see
a naked man in real life.  I had seen my dad once or twice by
accident, but it didn't mean anything.  Carl was beautiful!  His arms
were muscled, but not out of proportion with the rest of his body.
His chest and shoulders were broad.  His body was smooth all over
except for his legs and stomach, which had golden fuzz shining in the
sun.  I didn't get to check out his butt right away, but could see
that his dick was striking indeed.  It was semi-hard with low hanging
balls swinging back and forth.

"Come on dude...let's do it."

He began to slowly stroke his dick.  He was sitting there staring in
space, grinning like it was totally normal for two dudes to be jacking
off together naked on the side of a creek.  I started to jack off,
too.  The breeze blew over us and made it all feel so much more
exotic.  Carl began stroking in slow long strokes from the base of his
cock to his head.  Little by little, he got faster and had the other
hand on his nuts.  I was jacking off my usual way: a one handed
movement that was fast as lightning.  He took my free hand and put it
on his dick, then he put his hand on mine.

"This should feel a lot better, Soldier," he said.

And oh, boy, it DID!  I didn't know that someone else's hand on your
dick could feel a thousand times better than your own.  Now, I had my
uncle's fat cock in my hand and was pumping it like he had been doing
to himself.  The intensity of it al overwhelmed me and before you knew
it, I started to cum like there was no tomorrow.  I shot all over my
knee, foot, and his arm.   In my dazed stupor, I was somehow still was
able to jack his dick.  His orgasm followed mine.

I slowed down after he started shooting, but he yelled, "Keep it
jackin dude!"   He wanted every bit of that cum milked out before he
was done.  His cum shots were not so far reaching, but were thick and
creamy.  White globs rolled down my hand from his dick.  We sat there
laughing and giggled like two girls for a moment.  He pulled me up
from the stump and we waded in the water to rinse off.  He took his
shirt and dried me off.

After we dressed, we got back in and paddled to the middle of the
water again.  He got out some lunch for us and took out another beer.
He stayed quiet and I wondered if he was mad.  He sat there looking
masculine and tough.  He didn't look like "fags' were supposed to look
like in my inexperienced opinion.  I was afraid that the rest of my
time there would be awkward.

Finally, the ice was broken when I caught a fish.  This one was decent
and was one that could be cooked and eaten.  He was instantly there to
help me reel it and laughing like his normal self.  After that, things
felt like they were back to normal again.  We caught four more and
headed for home.

Once we were home, we cleaned the fish.  I was disgusted with that.
He just laughed.  He made me do my own fish—something dad had never
shown me how to do. When we got back to the house, I laughed and said
we both stank and needed a bath.  Carl laughed and said we'd better
rinse the fish off of us outside.  We went to the back of the house
and he turned on the hose.  He tossed off his shoes and shirt and told
me to do the same.  Since our shorts had fish guts on them too, he
said, "Take off your shorts, I'll spray them out so they can dry out
here tonight."  I blushed and told him I hadn't put any underwear on
today.

He laughed and said, "So what man, we're both men...don't be so embarrassed."

I was embarrassed because I was hard as a rock from watching him walk
around shirtless.  I said "okay" but turned around with my back facing
him and slipped them off.  I handed them to him without turning around
and ran into the house.  Once inside, I looked at him through my
window.  He was washing out our shorts and was standing there in just
a pair of white briefs.  By the time he was done, his underwear looked
wet.  He shrugged his shoulders and pulled those off too!  I had to
started whacking my dick at that point! He squeezed the water out of
all the clothes he had just washed out with the water hose.  His bare
backside was facing me.  He had a beautiful white ass.  It looked like
statues I'd seen in the encyclopedia at home.  I wondered it if were
hard like stone or soft like mine.

He started coming to the back door and I hauled ass to the bathroom to
turn on the shower. I became nervous and lost my hard on as I
scrambled to turn she shower faucet on.  The shower only had a cheap
see-through liner for a curtain.  I heard the door open and Carl came
in.
"I Just gotta take a piss...holler when you finish, man... just leave
the water on for me."

I peeped out of the curtain and saw him standing there naked taking a
piss.  That was the most macho thing I ever saw to that point--a
handsome, masculine man taking a piss.  I imagined him marking his
territory with that manly pose--what a stud.

I managed to wash up very fast and grabbed a towel from the rack. He
was still in the bathroom getting out some shaving cream and a razor.
I got out and he jumped in and started to shower.  While I was drying
off in the living room,Carl started singing one of the current,
popular Country music songs of that week.  It was like really bad
Karaoke.  I was laughing my head off and he started laughing too as he
forgot all of the words.  After he got out and started to shave, he
yelled out to me.

"Soldier, get those fish in the freezer and heat up Kelly's soup!"  I
told him I had to get dressed first.  He answered, "Man, get the food
first, I am starving like crazy!"  I complied, and in my towel, I went
to the kitchen and put the fish in Ziploc bags and put them in the
freezer.  I found a huge pot of stew in the fridge and put it on the
stove.  As I was about to go to my room to put on some clothes, Carl
comes out naked from the bathroom drying his hair with his towel.  He
came up to me and hugged my neck again forcing my face by his pit
again.

"Hey man, let's get some food going in here," and laughed.

It was like we were in a school locker room--two dudes naked and
drying off and still chitchatting.

I said, "Shouldn't we get dressed first?"  He laughed and grabbed my
towel.  I tried to get it back but I had to chase him around the room.
 He was laughing and egging me on.  Finally, I grabbed hold of it and
at the same time, we both tripped over a magazine holder on the floor.
 We both landed on the couch with his heavier body crushing mine.  We
both lay there laughing out of breath.

Then, without warning, Carl began to kiss the back of my neck.  I
didn't know what to do.  I just froze.  Goose bumps broke out all over
my body as he kissed and licked on my neck.  He slowly made his way up
to my earlobe and began to chew and nibble on it.  I had never felt
such pleasure before.  In the past when I tried to make out with girls
before, they only liked to be kissed on the lips and hated a tongue on
their ear.  Why?  They were stupid then, because his tongue was
incredible.  He made little circles all over my ear with his tongue.
He began to flick his tongue in my ear as well.  I let out a loud
moan.  He pulled me to him and we kissed like mad.  He had his tongue
so far down my throat I thought I would gag, but I loved it. Kissing
girls, those few that I'd bothered with, were never this good!

He pushed me down on the floor and I was on my back.  He pinned me
down with my arms stretched out like two guys wrestling.  He bent down
and sucked on one of my tits.  It tickled so much, I tried to get up
or move him away, but he held me down.  I was squirming and giggling.
He ran his tongue all over my nipples and even back and forth over my
peach fuzzed armpits.  He let go of my arms, almost in a way that
implied, "don't get up, stay where you are."  He kissed my stomach and
licked inside my navel.  Of course, I had been hard the whole time.
As he moved down further, I anticipated even more pleasure.

That first lick could have been enough to make me come.  It was one
long lick from the bottom of my balls, up the balls to my dick, up the
bottom side of it and ending on my piss slit.  As he licked my piss
slit, his eyes looked up at mine, pre-cum sticking to his tongue in a
long strand--I swear I saw fire in those gorgeous eyes!  Without
warning he was deep-threading me.  I felt myself coming in his mouth
as he swallowed hard and began moaning.  He had been jacking off, too,
and shot his come all over his leg.  He pulled my close and we just
lay quietly for a bit, arm in arm.  I never wanted to leave these
arms, again.

We smelled something cooking and realized that the soup was ready.  We
ate naked on the porch.  He stayed quiet and just looked at me
lovingly.  He took me to my bunk bead and got in with me.  We stayed
under the covers making out until we were so tired we fell asleep.  I
had a million questions to ask him.  Why did he do this to me...can we
do it again.... Was he gay?   What would tomorrow bring?

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