Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2011 19:30:43 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle's Handyman Pt 2

I woke up the next morning in the arms of my uncle.  The windows were
open and it was a cool, humid morning outside.  I snuggled up next to
him under the covers and wiggled my ass against his balls and flaccid
dick.   He sighed and wrapped his strong arm around me.  I felt his
cock harden against my crack, but then it went soft again as he fell
back to sleep.  His face was against the back of my neck, so as he
breathed, the warm air tickled me.  But, I loved it!  In fact I stayed
awake after that and just sat there savoring our body contact for a
long time until the damn phone rang.

They had the old phones that were not electronic and actually had a
bell inside that rang...and rang and rang.  He carefully climbed over
me and slid out of bed to walk to the nearest phone.  I heard him
talking but I could not make out the words...just a lot of "uh huh's".

He came back to me and sat on the bed and ran his fingers through my
hair as he began talking to me.  I was amazed at how he could do such
sensitive gestures but remain macho at the same time.  He told me that
the phone call was from an elderly lady that lived a few miles away.
She called to ask him to do some repairs for her that day.

I was really pissed because I had imagined him and I having sex all
day.  He told me that he wanted me to come along and be his "handy
man".   He'd need help with fixing a couple of things at her place
today.  My bitterness started to drift away as I realized that
spending any time with him, although not private, was still a treat.

He got dressed by putting on some beat up old jeans, t-shirt, and work
boots.  I hadn't brought many things to wear except for good
clothes—nothing I could mess up.  So, he went and dug out some old
jeans of his and a white, worn out old t-shirt.  After I rolled up the
legs, they fit well enough and looked okay with my tennis shoes and
the t-shirt.  I was actually turned on to be wearing something of his.
 I had noticed, though, when he put on his jeans, he didn't put any
underwear on.  After the jeans were on him, they showed off his
package and butt really well...not leaving much to the imagination.

He put on a baseball cap and tossed me one of his old ones.  As he was
grabbing his keys and wallet and I while I was adjusting size of the
cap, I brought it up to my nose before putting it on.  It was a very
sexy male smell.  I looked in his wife's mirror on the bedroom wall
and thought I looked really good.  It was a big change from my usual
preppie look.  It reminded me of the older guys at school that I
lusted over--it made me look more butch.

"Come on, partner!" he called from the other room.

I scrambled out of there and followed him out to his truck.  Once
inside, he turned on the ignition and loud country music came blaring
out of the speakers.  He laughed and turned it down.

"I guess I was jamming in here last time!"

We drove out of their property and onto the rural highway road.  After
a while, we turned off onto a gravel road and passed by many old,
country homes.  It was a very peaceful setting.  Lazy dogs on porches,
large trees with hanging moss, lots of ponds, and a fresh smell of the
trees and plants blowing into the truck's window.  I saw lots of birds
and squirrels scampering around.  As we rounded a long curve, we came
into a clearing.  On top of a hill was a huge Victorian house that was
aging gracefully.  He pulled up to the house and parked on the only
paved part of the driveway.

As we got out the truck, a voice with a very country drawl shouted,
"You two get in here and eat some breakfast now!"

The front door was part of an old fashioned screened-in porch that ran
the length of the front of the house.  We opened a door whose springs
uncoiled loudly as we pulled it outward.  Sitting on an old couch was
a very ancient lady with a kind and wise face.

Carl took off his hat and motioned for me to do the same.

"Good morning Mrs. Hammons," he said sheepishly.

Without warning, she got up with her cane and put an arm around me in
a flirty hug.

"Well Carl, I didn't know you was bringin' another handsome man with
you today!  I hope all these hens around here don't come callin' today
or you won't get any work done!"  She laughed with a loud hearty
laugh.  I looked over at Carl and he just winked at me.

"Now ya'll come on!"

We followed her into an old kitchen with a small wooden and worn
table.  My nose flared at the awesome smell of bacon as we entered the
room.  She brought a plate of bacon, a big bowl of scrambled eggs, and
a pitcher of orange juices to the table.  I heard the clattering sound
of an oven door shutting.  She then placed a basket of hot, steaming
buttermilk biscuits that was covered with a towel.  On the table,
there were already two jars of homemade jelly and preserves.  Then,
finally, she eased into a chair and started to say grace.

"God, thank you for your many blessings, for the food on this table,
and for the two handsome fellers that I get to look at all day!"  She
laughed again and started eating.

I never had such a good breakfast before.  Everything at home came in
a box, a can, or was frozen and nuked in a microwave.  I savored it
all and ate very heartily.  She gossiped while we ate and he just
answered, "yes ma'am " a lot to her goings on.  After we were done she
started clearing the table.  I was about to help her, but she said,
"Son, don't worry about that, now."  I looked over at Carl and he just
smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

It turned out that she had some plumbing issues that had to be fixed
as soon as possible.  He and she talked about any other issues in the
house and I got mad that she kept listing things for him to do.  If we
stayed here all day, I've have even less private time with Carl before
his wife came home the next evening.  Finally, we went back out to the
truck and we began unloading his tool boxes.

For two brothers raised by the same parents, dad and Carl were like
night and day.  Both of them came from a suburban, American
middle-class neighborhood.  However, while dad wore suits and was very
business-like, you could swear that Carl was born and raised in the
country.  He had a deeper Texas accent and often wore redneck
clothing.  Where dad was smart with business and accounting matters,
Carl was more blue-collar and mechanically minded.  Dad liked watching
sports, but Carl liked to play them.  Both men were both masculine,
just very different.

The plumbing repairs were slow and a little disgusting.  After fixing
some pipes and sealing them, the plumbing stuff was all done.  Next,
we moved on to some other minor repairs.  When we were walking through
the house, he paused and looked at some dilapidated shelving in her
kitchen.  It was a wonder that it hadn't collapsed.  I could sense his
mind ticking and finally he spoke.

"I wanna redo these shelves.  I bet you'd like working with wood too
if you gave it a try," he said.

He could be right, but I wouldn't know.  Dad never did any repair work
in the house, he always hired workers to come do stuff like that.   I
might as well try, for it seemed like I'd being doing repairs with him
the rest of the day.

He left the room and went to go talk to her for a couple of minutes.
I guess he was telling her what he wanted to do.  Next, we went out to
an old shed where there were piles of unused wood left over from some
other building venture.   We hauled it all out and into an even older
garage.   He plugged in an electric saw and began measuring the wood.
We began sawing tons of boards and sanded them.  All of this was a lot
of work and time flew.

As the morning turned into the afternoon, it got very hot outside, but
I was very pleased when Carl took off his shirt!  It was only the two
of us in the garage, but I didn't dare try anything.  Instead, I tried
to concentrate on the wood he was letting me saw or the boards that I
was holding as he sawed.  His entire upper body was drenched with
sweat.  It made my mouth water!  My dick was rock hard.  Whenever he
turned sideways, I adjusted my cock so it wasn't so obvious in case
anyone else walked in.  I think he realized his effect on me because I
saw a sly grin on his face a few times.

He even encouraged me to take off my shirt.  I was never self
conscious, but I never went shirtless at home.  My dad didn't either.
In fact, he slept in pajamas instead of in underwear or the buff.
Going shirtless at home was kind of considered bad manners.  Having my
shirt off at that moment made me feel more masculine, copying my
uncle.  I was sweating profusely myself.  Noticing this, Carl took a
bandana out of his truck, rolled it up, and tied it around my head to
wear as a "sweatband".  I caught a glance of me shirtless, dirty, and
wearing the bandana in the truck's outside mirror and thought I looked
really cool.  I looked like a younger version of Carl!

Mrs. Hammons made us take a break for lunch and brought out lemonade
and sandwiches on the porch.  We put our shirts back on and headed
inside to eat our lunch.  Once done, we went back to work and
installed the new shelving that we had slaved on all day.  Once they
were all mounted, we drove into town and got some varnish.  We spent
the rest of the afternoon putting the varnish on.  As we finished it
and stood back too admire our work, she came into the kitchen and
starting exclaiming how beautiful they were...and they were!  The
shelves looked like something from a fancy home.  I couldn't believe
Carl was wasting his talent in a local plant instead of using his
talent with fine woodworking.

We cleaned up all of our mess and put the tools back into the truck.
I had enjoyed the day after all and had a blast doing new things.  Of
course, my crush on him had just increased even more.  As we rode
home, the sun was setting.  He turned on the radio and began singing
with the song that was playing.  His right arm was on the top of the
seat between us, tapping to the beat of the music.  The seat in the
pickup was one long seat without any compartment or break in the
middle.  I looked over at him and he smiled back, still singing.  With
his arm up like that, his body odor wafted into my hose and my dick
sprang to life.  I couldn't stop admiring him.  He noticed me staring
eventually and nodded for me to scoot over.   He patted the empty part
of the seat next to him and winked.  I scooted over and he put his arm
around me!  Smack dab in the middle of his smell and making body
contact, I was in heaven.  My pants were tented with my very obvious
erection sticking straight up.  He chuckled and patted my crotch.

Minutes later after our sexy ride began, we were driving onto his
property.   Instead of unloading all of the tools, he just backed his
truck into a detached garage, and locked it up.

Once inside, he began heating up more leftovers that Kelly had left in
the fridge for us.   I was very tired and starving, but very, very
horny.  He'd already tossed his shirt in the hamper and was in the
bathroom taking a piss.   When he was done, I went into the bathroom
to take a piss, too.   After I was done, I pulled his shirt from the
hamper and huffed it.  So many smells in it...sawdust, sweat, deodorant,
fabric softener, paint fumes...this scent should have been bottled and
sold!

Without him knowing, I put the shirt into my bag and hurried out of
there.  Once back in the living room, he called me to come get some
food.   We piled our plates with friend chicken, mashed potatoes, and
green beans.  My mom never cooked such good food!  I was jealous that
Kelly cooked so good for him.  We watched TV and stuffed our faces.
After we were done, we just tossed our dishes in the sink and left
them there.  He came up behind me and sniffed in an exaggerated way
behind me.

"Shewwwweeeee, somebody stanks around here!"

I popped him on the arm and laughed.

"Fuck you," I said laughing.  "You don't smell like a rose yourself!"

"What?  Who you calling dirty?"

He grabbed me in his big arms and wrestled me onto the couch.  He was
tickling me after he pinned me down and making me squirm.  I was
laughing like crazy as he tormented me with more tickling.  He was
able to pin my arms down and hold them there with one hand while the
other teased my ribs and under my arms.

"You think I stink too?" he said and pulled my head into his rank pit.

I feigned disliking it but loved it!  He tickled me relentlessly until
I gave up struggling.  For a moment, he just sat there out of breath
over me and then just collapsed on me with his mouth landing right on
mine.  We kissed really hard and deep for several minutes.   He'd
released my hands and I ran them all over his smooth back.  He moved
his head to kiss my neck above my shoulder.  I pressed my nose into
his dirty hair and inhaled deeply.

"Mmmmmmmm," I thought.  More "essence of Carl" scents.

Speaking of scents, I could smell my own stink coming from my pits and
liked it.   After entering puberty, I'd never sweated as much as I had
that day.  Smelling like my uncle made me feel less like a teen, more
like a man.  I reached down to open his pants to get to his cock.  He
just lay back and let me do whatever I wanted.  I struggled with the
button-fly, but finally got his crotch exposed.  His dick sprang out
with no warning.  I put my nose in the curly hair above his dick.  It
was wonderful.  I started licking his nut sack.  Since it was kind of
stuck to his leg from all the sweat,  I sucked them into my mouth to
where they moved freely over my tongue.  He moaned and groaned as I
savored the salty taste.  He was stroking my hair as I sucked on his
ball sac.

He moved his cock to my lips and I opened my mouth to let it in.  I'd
never sucked a dick before and it felt humongous inside my mouth.  I
tried to go down on it further, but he winced.

"Ouch soldier, watch those teeth, now."

I felt stupid and stopped sucking it.

"Just cover your teeth with your lips, it's all good."

I made another attempt to suck at least half of his cock and used
caution with the teeth.

"AAAAHHH Fuck yeah!" he groaned.  "Now you got the swing of it."

Realizing how to do it better, I did some slow sucking on his
beautiful dick.  I savored its perfect mushroom head and massaged his
piss slit with my tongue.  He lay back with his hands behind his head
and just relaxed while he was being serviced, eyes closed.  After a
few minutes of nursing on his cock, he reached his hand down and slid
it into the back of my pants.  I pulled my shirt off, too.   He moved
up so that he could slide his hand further in my pants and he grabbed
my butt cheek.  He squeezed it hard and started pumping his cock into
my mouth.  He rammed his cock deeper in my jaws making me gag, pumping
like a piston.  It didn't take long for shot after shot of warm sperm
begin squirting the back of my throat.  I had to gulp hard to avoid
choking.

When he stopped moving, I came up for air.  He roughly grabbed me in a
bear hug and kissed me hard, his mouth diving inside of mine for his
cum.  His tongue was everywhere in my mouth.  His embrace almost felt
angry like he was letting off pent up aggression.  At last, he let go
and was out of breath.

"Oh dude, that was incredible.  Why can't women ever suck like dick like a man?"

Before I could ask him who else had sucked his dick, he pulled me up
and we headed to the shower.  Once inside, he turned on the water and
pulled the shower curtain in front of us.  The water was hot and felt
wonderful on my aching body.  He told me to turn around and began
soaping me up all over.  As he soaped up and washed my back, he
massaged me with his rough hands.  He washed me all over very
sensually not missing any inch of me.  The last part of me that he
washed was my ass.  He got down on his knees and lathered up my crack
really well.  Once it was full of bubbles, I felt a washcloth lightly
scrubbing my hole.  My hole was virgin territory, so every flick of
his fingers tickled like crazy.

After I was clean from head to toe, he let me wash him all over.   I,
too, wanted to wash his ass, but when I got to it, I got too curious
while feeling it with my fingers and lingered there a little too long.

"Come on sport, you can explore all that later," He said with a smile.

I was a little embarrassed and continued to wash him with the
washcloth.  From that moment on, I knew I had to see his asshole up
close.   He turned off the shower and I got out to dry.  He dried off
a little, but stood at the sink without a towel and shaved.  The pose
of a naked man shaving has always smacked of masculinity for me.  It
did even more so for Carl.   I took my time drying off to just watch
him.  He noticed me staring, and out of the corner of his eye, he
winked at me and smiled without turning his head from the foggy
mirror.

Once he was done, he turned and grabbed my towel and wiped his face
with it.  In an unsuspecting movement, he took his towel and popped me
on the ass with it.  He started chasing me around the house like two
teens in a locker room roughhousing.   He finally caught me and
grabbed me from behind.  You know good and well that I didn't fight
back!

He chased me to the spare bedroom and we fell over onto the bottom
bunk with him on top of me.  He pulled me up to the center of the bed
onto my stomach and began kissing and licking the back of my neck.  It
made me shiver and squirm.  It felt as good as my balls or dick being
touched.   Slowly, he began to kiss and lick down my neck and down my
spine.  I got chills from the sensation of his tongue on my skin.  His
licks became harder and longer as he got to my lower back and
tailbone, his hands on my ass.

Without any kind of warning, he swooped down and took a long deep lick
into my crack, swiping against my butt hole.  I jumped, but he held me
down.

"Oh my god!  You licked my ass!   Do it again!" I managed to say.

He followed my request and licked it the same way again.   Right after
that, his tongue went straight to my hole and began licking it only.
It was so ticklish, but felt so good, I couldn't keep still.  His
rough, strong hands held me firmly in place as he licked away.
Licking turned into sucking and his lips were sealed around my hole.
I was unconsciously rubbing my cock into the sheet.  The combination
being rimmed and grinding into the sheet caused me to have had a
hands-free orgasm.  I didn't say a word to him, I just kept laying
there spent while he pleasured me even more.

After ten or fifteen minutes of him munching my hole, he slid his
middle finger inside with ease.   I'd fingered my ass at home, so a
finger in the hole was nothing new.  Someone else's finger was even
better.  He pushed his finger in all the way until the knuckle met my
crack.  His available hand reached for my cock to pull it backwards,
but slid into a puddle of cum on its way.  He chuckled and pulled my
cock tightly backwards so it was lying flat on the mattress with its
underside facing up.  He stroked my cock (lubed with my cum) and
fingered me some more, this time sliding two fingers inside.

I looked back over my shoulder and saw him take his two middle fingers
out and slide them in his mouth to lube them up some more.   Then, the
fingers went back inside again.  There was a little discomfort as he
pushed them both in harder and deeper, but I realized it was because a
third finger had slipped in.  He just held them in there for couple of
minutes and played with my balls.  As he pulled them out, I felt a
strange feeling of gooey liquid.  I looked back again and he was
drooling and spitting long strands of saliva into my hole has his
fingers pulled out.

"Just relax, soldier, I'm gonna try something back here.  If it hurts
let me know and I'll stop."

I realized he was about to fuck me.  I'd fantasized about being
fucked, but the reality of it on your first time is so
different...especially being fucked by a grown man's dick.  His six and
a half inch dick (exact size noted later in life) was wide.   He
rolled me on my back and stood on the bed on his knees.  He had me
pull my knees to my chest with my ass spread and exposed.  Slowly and
carefully, he slid the head of his dick into my hole.  It felt good,
softer than his three fingers which had primed me just before.  Little
by little, he slid more of himself up my rectum.  As he got midway
inside, it did start to hurt, but I was too much in love that moment
to say anything.  I just looked up at his handsome face and nice body
and savored the moment.

In thirty second increments or so, he moved his dick a little further
inward.  I wasn't keeping track of how many times he moved it, I was
just concentrating on the pain subsiding.  Eventually, the pain was
nearly gone and my ass just felt full instead of hurting.  It felt
like I was about to take a huge dump.

He smiled really big and said, "I'm in buddy!"  I stretched hard to
reach my hole with my fingertips and felt that his pubes were indeed
at my crack.

With slow movements, he began deep, long thrusts.  Just as I'd feel
the rim of his lower dickhead, he'd slide all the way back inside.  He
lowered himself down onto me and began to kiss me.  Now, the full
pressure of his body was felt in my ass.  The pain almost felt good in
the same way that having your tits squeeze feels good.  He made love
to me like I was his woman, kissing me, fucking me, never acting
effeminate once, but being tender at the same time.  I felt like he
owned me but without feeling like I as his bitch...I was the luckiest
guy in the world.

I grabbed him with my arms to pull him into me tighter.  I heard him
whisper, "Oh yeah, baby".

After a brief fifteen minutes or so of fucking my virgin ass, he began
cum.  He had been nibbling on my ear until then, but as he came, he
started to bite a little too hard on it.  His hands gripped my biceps
really hard.  He fucked harder and faster as his orgasm went into full
force.  My legs were around his waist and they could feel his
asscheeks tighten and clench with each thrust.  After many moans and
groans, he collapsed on top of me.  As he put his head into the pillow
next to my face, a warm drop of his sweat dripped from his hair onto
my face.  I moved my head to allow it to drip towards my mouth and
licked it off my upper lip.

"Oh lordy!  Oh my fuckin' goodness!"  he said as he rolled over.  "I
mean, fuck!"

He was apparently at a loss for words.  As he plopped his dick out of
my tight hole, he collapsed at my side.  Lying between me and the
wall, he ran his fingers playfully through my hair and laughed.  There
was a major glow emanating from him.  He pulled my chin to his mouth
and gave me a quick kiss.

"I ain't ever had a fuck that tight before!  It was short but it was
the best feelin' ever!"

I was beaming with pride after satisfying my uncle so well.  We just
lay there in silence for a while until he regained his composure.

"Uncle Carl, have you done this before?  With other guys, I mean..."  I stammered.

He cleared his throat and began to tell me about himself.

"Growing up, I never really thought about foolin' around with a guy
until I was around your age.  Your daddy and I had girlfriends ever
since first grade.  I'd always liked the pursuit of catchin' a gal and
then having sex with her.  When I was in Junior High, I started to
notice not just all the hot chicks, but started looking some at my
pals in the locker room.  Then when I was 15 at football camp, I
struck up a friendship with a dude and we hung out a lot.  One
evening, we snuck away and smoked some pot in the woods.  We went
skinny dipping in the river and after we got out, we sat there naked
just yammering about nothing.  Before I knew it, he moved up and
kissed me.  I asked him why he did it and he said because I turned him
on.  I just let him do it and before I knew it, he was sucking me off.
 After that, we had several more experiences.  I was curious about his
body and sucked him off too.  All we ever did was kiss and suck each
other.

Later on, before I dropped of college, I dated a crazy chick that was
kind of kinky.  She loved to touch my ass and stuff.  Eventually, she
got me to try her own vibrator in my ass, and I liked it.  Later on,
she introduced me to a guy she knew.  Eventually, she talked me into a
threesome with him.  I thought it was gonna just be me and him fucking
her, but once we got together, the two of them tagged ME.   After
that, he and I kept meeting on the side and he taught and showed me
other stuff, like lickin an ass, fucking, etc.  I didn't care much for
being fucked at all, but I loved getting my butt licked and my dick
sucked.  He became too clingy and we had a fist fight before it was
over with.  She found out I beat him up and stopped talking to me.  I
got tired of college and dropped out.

After that, I came across some other dudes that were into me, but
nothing much happened.  I realized I dug men's bodies and I like the
roughness that isn't there with a woman.  I've never been able to be
in love with a man, just with women.   A few years after I quit
college, I met Kelly.  I love her with all my heart, bud, and nothing
will ever change that.  I thought I'd never fool around with another
dude ever again.  But you jacking off the other day naked in the woods
tapped something inside me and here were are."

I had gone from feeling euphoric to sad and guilty.  I fought hard to
keep my tears in but one leaked down my face.  I was angry too.

"I'm sorry Carl.  I didn't mean to fuck up things."

"No buddy, don't feel bad.  I feel a little guilty for us doing this,
but because you're family and not a stranger, it feels ok otherwise."

I sniffed and said, "I think I am gay.  I don't care for women really
and don't ever wanna bother with one again!"

There was an awkward silence before I spoke to him and asked,  "What are you?"

He sighed looked out into the darkness of the hallway.  "I don't
analyze myself sport.  I'm a man who likes it all."

I snuggled up to him and hugged him more like a child hugging a dad
than two lovers.  He pulled me and next to him so that my face rested
in his armpit.   I licked his pit a little and then just inhaled its
scent for a while.  I fell asleep sometime after that and the next
thing I remember was waking up with him snoring next to me.  I grabbed
my watch from the bedpost where I had attached it the day before.  It
was 9:30 A.M.  At least we were going to have a little more time
together before Kelly came home that evening.

I slowly pulled the covers off his warm, sexy body.  I rubbed all over
his firm chest and abs.  I reached down to his crotch and felt up his
limp cock.  Even soft it was sexy.  As I stroked it, it started to
grow.  My touching woke him up.

"What you up to?"

"I think you know," I laughed.

"Well hold off for a minute, buddy, I gotta take a major piss."

He got out of bed and walked through the house to the bathroom.  I got
up and walked into the living room to wait for him.  He came back out
of the bathroom in all of his naked glory.  I loved the fact that we
were able to get up out of bed and roam the house with no clothes on.
He came into the room and grabbed some pillows from the couch.  I
followed him to the middle of the room and we lay down on the floor.
For the first half hour, we just lay there and made out, jacking each
other now and then.  It took me while to muster up the courage to ask
him, but I finally did it...

"Uh, you know last night when you...um, licked me back there?  Well, can
I...uh..."  My face was turning red.

He got the point anyway and turned over, face and head buried in the pillows.

"Go for it dude!"

My uncle had basically presented himself to me.  I stood up and looked
over his beautiful male body.  His hairy legs were slightly spread
with his balls exposed.  I sat down on my knees and ran my finger down
his crack.  As I got braver, I spread his cheeks with my hands and
examined his hole.  It was a perfect pink oval with a bit of hair
around it.  I felt it with my fingers and noticed although it was dry
on the outside, there was a bit of moisture just inside the ass lips.
 I moved my face down closer and inhaled to smell it.  It smelled like
ass, but with a hint of soap.  I touched my nose to it and inhaled
deeper.  I liked it!

It was "now or never", so I went for it and in a fast licking motion I
tasted his hole.  It had an acrid taste like his armpit did.  I licked
it again.  Then again...before I knew it, I was officially rimming my
uncle's asshole.  I loved its smooth feeling on my tongue and the wiry
tickle of the few hairs laced around it.  With each minute that passed
by, I got bolder and slid my tongue deeper into his hole.  I didn't
care at all if it was dirty or not, I loved him!  He definitely loved
it and even spread his ass more for me to get more access.  He moaned
a lot as I began to ram my teenage tongue into his butt.

That experience impacted my sex life afterwards—rimming has always
been my number one favorite sexual activity.  It is the most intimate
part of a man that you could put your mouth on and savor.  I'm
guessing that I must have munched his hole for nearly an hour.

"Is that all you're gonna do brother?"  I got the hint and move my
small dick to his ass lips.  I doubt I was gentle as he was, for I
just slid it in.  He winced a little but didn't say anything.  I
started pumping my dick and got the hang of it quickly.   I came in
less than five minutes, the typical teenager.  It was my second time
to cum without using my hands.

After I shot my load inside him, he rolled over and pulled my head
toward his crotch—it was his turn to cum.  I put my mouth on his dick
and started licking it all over while stroking his balls.  Eventually,
I went down on it and was sucking it rather good.  I wasn't able to go
all the way down, but he wasn't complaining.  He oozed a lot of precum
while getting sucked off.  Every time I came off for a breath, a long
strand of it hung from my tongue to his piss slit.

My jaw was getting tired, but I wanted to finish the job.  Sensing my
predicament, he told me to move around and sit on his face.  I
squatted down on his face with his lips and nose in my crack.  He
asked me to continue sucking his dick, but to do it fast and harder.

I complied and sucked with fervor.  He began feasting on my asshole
and rammed his tongue in very deep.  After a few minutes of him eating
my ass, spurts and spurts of thick cum rolled into my mouth.  This
time I didn't swallow it. I just savored it.  He pulled me down to him
and we kissed, swapping his cum back and forth.

Once we came out of the sexual daze, he told me we needed to
straighten up the place and shower again.  In the shower, I experience
my first blowjob.  I don't think I had much cum to shoot by that time,
but I had a nice orgasm.  After we got out, he put our dirty clothes
in the hamper and I put all the dishes in the dishwasher.  Once we had
cleaned up our messes, we decided to go fishing for the rest of the
day.

The rest of the day was relaxed and comfortable.  Having all my sexual
tension released, I was more at ease.  We both went shirtless in the
boat but I actually didn't have a hard on this time.  I was still in
awe of all the manly things he knew how to do like baiting the hook,
choosing a lure and fastening a hook, etc.  I kind of wished my dad
was more like him.  We caught about four decent fish and went back to
the house to clean them.  This time around, I cleaned my fish more
skillfully and didn't make a mess of myself.  Just as we were washing
up, Kelly and the kids drove into the clearing.

Before she could get out of the car, the kids were running to their
dad.  He picked them up at the same time and hugged them.  They were
talking a mile a minute and he was all smiles.  I went over to Kelly
and grabbed all the bags.  She said thanks and called me a gentlemen,
smiling.

We all had a good dinner of catfish and French fries and spent the
evening watching a couple of movies on TV.  The next day, Carl went
back to work.  I stayed until the following weekend.  During the week
while he was at work, I helped Kelly with chores and even played with
the kids.  During the afternoons, I'd go down to the pond and fish.
Sometimes, I'd take the boat out naked leaving my clothes on the bank.
 I'd jack off once or twice and then head back up and wait for Carl to
come home.  Once he got home, he was often very tired, but spent time
with the kids and later with me and Kelly watching TV.  Sometimes,
they'd go to bed early...I suspected to have sex before it got too late.

I was very sad to leave at the end of the month.  I was still in love
with Carl, but in a less obsessive way then at the beginning.  After I
returned home and summer was over, I had a new outlook on life.  I
didn't bother to go out with girls anymore for anything other than to
have non sexual fun.  A few people talked about me but I didn't let it
bother me.  I later came out to my family and believe it or not, my
dad was more supportive than my mom.  She was worried that I'd "catch
something" and be dead in a year.  Dad eventually calmed her down.  I
later talked to my dad and told him that we should hang out more
together.  I wasn't attracted to him like Carl.  I just wanted him to
be more affectionate, I guess.  After that, he made an effort to do
more things with the family and more "one on one" experiences.  He
even took me fishing and shocked the hell out of me by knowing what he
was doing!

Over the years, I pursued different interests in college, but I ended
up only really enjoying my hobby of woodworking and
carpentry...interests that grew from that summer with Carl.  I
eventually got a job with a well known, but small firm that built
customized furniture and cabinetry.  I later opened my own business
doing the same.

I moved to a city which is much better for business and happens to be
much closer to Carl.  On weekends, we often go fishing with his
family.  His daughters know their uncle is gay, as does their mom.
They're all ok with it.  Carl and I have gotten together and have had
great sex now and then.  I have had serious boyfriends and stayed
loyal while we were dating, but whenever I am `single" I am there for
him.  However, he's told me that since that fateful summer, he
communicated better with Kelly (showing her how he liked his cock
sucked, etc) and his sex life at home had greatly improved.  Even so,
I know he has urges for men sometimes.  I am glad to be my uncle's
sexual release whenever I can...he's my best friend.  Being his
"handyman", I'll help him with all of his needs.