Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2015 01:05:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: David and His Uncle, (gay/TV, iral, anal, b/M

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TV, oral, anal, b/M

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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
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                 David and His Uncle
                         By
                        Wolf

	One weekend my mother told me that while she was
getting a divorce from my father, she wanted me to take the
bus to her brother's home and stay with him, because my
father had never even heard about her brother.  He wouldn't
even know where to start looking for me.

	I bordered the Greyhound bus to travel cross country.
When the bus finely reached San Francisco, California after
three days of travel a man identified himself as my Uncle
John.

	I had never met him before, but he had a picture of my
mother as proof that he was my uncle.  I accepted that he
was my uncle and he used my ticket to retrieve my luggage
and led me to his car.  It was a remarkably well kept old 1960
MGA.  It was red with chrome wire wheels.  The boot (trunk)
of his car only had room for his rag top and side curtains.  He
was forced to strap my single canvas suit case to the chrome
luggage rack on the deck lid of the boot.  He drove me south
at some point he turned right and we crossed over the
mountain to Monetary Bay. It was a nice community right on
the Pacific Ocean.  While he was driving I had an opportunity
to study what he looked like.

	Uncle John was not a tall man at all.  He was no more
than five-feet four, bald as a billiard ball, and sporting a
brown goatee and mustache.  His eyes were blue with a
mysterious twinkle in them.  I'm sure I was not what he
would have expected.

	I was a very young looking 12-year-old.  My hair was
still platinum white and my mother allowed me to have
shoulder length hair.  I wore horn rimmed glasses over gray
eyes.  If it were not for my clothes at quick glance anyone
would mistake me for a girl.  I was no bigger than a ten year
old girl.  John even commented on how much I looked like my
mother when she was a girl.

	"How much has my sister told you about me?" he
asked.

	"Nothing, I didn't even know I had an uncle until four
days ago!"

	I could see by the reflection of the lights of his dash
and oncoming cars that he was smiling.  "There is a lot I have
to tell you before you decide to live with me."

	He reached over with his right hand and rested it on
my thigh.  I sprang a boner, without knowing why.  John
casually said, "I am gay!"

	The declaration meant nothing to me.  I had no idea
what the word meant, other that the definition of happiness.
He could tell that I didn't understand his statement.  "I see
that I will have to educate you about myself."

	Nothing more was said until we reached his home.  It
was located on a bluff overlooking the Ocean, so there was
always a sea breeze coming off of the Ocean.  When he
pulled into the driveway of his house, he removed my
suitcase from the car and led me into his house.

	I would have expected the house to be a little messy
and dusty, being that he was a male bachelor, but the house
was clean and tidy.  I thought it reflected a male's taste in
furniture though.  The walls did have paintings that made me
uncomfortable because they were paintings of well-endowed
naked men.  I was tired from having been on a bus for three
days and the only sleep I got was on a moving bus.

	John quickly made me an omelet with toast and poured
me a glass of milk.  I was almost asleep by the time I finished
eating, so he led me to the bedroom that was going to be
mine to use.  It was a nice looking room but also had
photographs framed and mounted of naked men.  Some of
them had their cocks in hand.  There was even a computer on
a desk in the room.  I was too tired to think about anything at
that point.  I was too tired to object Uncle John's presence
while I changed into my pajamas.

	John noticed that I had pronounced breasts.  Hell my
tits were larger than any girl my age.  My pediatric doctor had
assured my mother that I simply had an over abundant
amount of female hormones, and I would grow out of them
when I entered puberty.  At the age of 12 when other boys
were starting to grow pubic hair under their arms and above
the cocks, their testicals were dropping, and their cocks were
getting larger.  Mine on the other hand were getting smaller
if anything.

	I asked him if it was normal for some boys to look like
me, and he assured me that normal was different for almost
everyone.  If I didn't change that didn't have to be a big thing
if I didn't let it.  Some boys would learn to accept what they
look like and enjoys the benefits of attracting some men
attracted to feminine looking males.

	I asked him is it possible that I was one of those boys?

	He assured me that it was too early to worry about
such things.  Should I decide that I wanted to be a girl there
were ways that boys could be changed into girls medically.
By the time he finished talking, I had my pajamas on so he got
off the bed, so that I could crawl under the clean sheets.  I
was almost asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.  I felt my
Uncle press his lips against my mouth, as he wished me a
good night.

	In the morning I almost panicked when I woke up to
strange surroundings.  It took me a moment to recall the
night before.  I got up and took a change of clothes out of my
bag and got dressed before making my way back down stairs
and followed my nose in the direction of kitchen.  Uncle John
was preparing breakfast for the two of us.

	He was wearing a colorful silk Japanese Kimono.  He
told me where the dishes and silverware were located and
asked me to set the table.  He brought the skillet over to
divide the omelet with me.  He had also brought over sausage
and buttered toast.  He asked me if I preferred coffee or milk.
I chose milk.

	While we were eating his robe slipped off his thigh and
I noticed that he was naked underneath.  He sported a
respectable five inch flaccid cock, and his balls rested
between his legs on the seat of the chair.  He made no effort
to hide his cock.  It was as if it were a natural thing.  He told
me that he had a couple of days off, for us to get to know
each other before he had to go back to work.  He explained
that the widow next door was happy to look after me while
he was at work.  He excused me to go watch TV while he
washed the dishes.  He joined me in the family room shortly.

	When he joined me in the family room he sat down
next to me, and asked me how much my mother had told me
about him.  I told him that my mother had only mentioned
that she had an older brother shortly before putting me on
the bus.

	"Did she tell you that I am gay?"

	"No, she never told me anything about you!"

	"I guess that she is ashamed of me!"

	"I better tell you what gay means!  To be gay means
that men prefer to have sex with other men and a lesbian is a
woman that prefers to have sex with other women."

	His explanation didn't upset me because I had very
little knowledge about human sexuality.  I just had a vague
idea what men and women did in bed.

	I told my uncle that because of my physical appearance
older boys had called me names that hurt my feelings, but I
didn't know what the words meant.  All I knew was that they
didn't like me because I looked like a girl.

	Uncle John cradled me in his arms and assured me, "As
long as you live with me, I will protect you!  Do you want me
to explain more about being gay means?"

	I agreed, and he said that the easiest thing is to simply
let you see what it means by watching some videos on his
computer.  He sat his laptop on the coffee table and opened a
file.  I sat there watching as a couple of men kissed and felt
each other up as they removed each other's clothes.  John
explained to me what was going to take place.  The first video
was of two very handsome men that started to kiss each
other as they removed each other's clothes.  They jerked
each other off for a short time before they took turns sucking
each other's cocks.  When the larger of the two mounted the
smaller one and stuck his cock into his asshole I couldn't
believe it.  I couldn't believe that anything that large could fit
in a man's ass.  I was enthralled with the videos.  I watched
several of them.

	While I was watching the videos Uncle John was sitting
so close I could feel his body heat and smell his aftershave.
This time when he rested his hand on my thigh I already had a
hard-on.  His hand moved up my thigh until his hand was
resting on the crotch of my pants.  I just sat there absorbed
by the sight of naked men sucking and fucking.  I took a deep
breath as he started unfastening my pants.  He stuck his hand
into my pants and pulled my little penis out of my shorts.  He
used a finger and thumb to jack me off.  It was overwhelming.
I had been only producing clear pre-cum until that moment I
squirted thick white cum all over his hand and on my pants.

	He parted his kimono and placed my hand around the
shaft of his cock, I was thrilled by the soft pliable flesh with a
stiff inner core.  I jacked him off.  I was curious about what his
cock would do when he had an orgasm.  I had my face so
close that I could not only smell his meat, and I could feel his
body heat.  His cock jerked and felt like it was swelling up just
before he squirted cum all over my face and hand.  I was so
enamored with my uncle that at that point I would do
anything to please him.

	We enjoyed watching several more videos.  The last
one was of a young boy sucking the cock of a portly old man,
and the man fucking the boy.  I began to wonder if my uncle
wanted to fuck me, and if I would like it.  It was something to
think about.

	After lunch Uncle John got dressed and insisted on
introducing me his widowed neighbor.  We walked around
the decorative fence separating the properties, and rang the
bell.  When the door opened we were greeted by an
attractive middle aged woman.  She had a full face that
showed that she liked John very much.  She asked, "Is this
your young nephew, John?"

	John smiled, "Hello Helen, Yes, This is my nephew,
David."

	She invited us in and Uncle John asked her, "Would it
be an imposition to ask you to look after David while I'm at
work.  I'm going to have to get him registered in school soon,
but I would like to have someone I can trust keep an eye on
him until I get home from work."

	Helen assured him that she would be thrilled to have
the company.

	Monday I got up to be with my uncle while he got
ready for work.  As soon as he got the car out, I went over to
Helen's.  She fussed over me, and insisted on feeding me.
While we were eating she commented on what a pretty boy I
was.  She brushed my hair away from my face.  "You could
make a beautiful girl.  Would you allow me to make you up as
a girl?"

	I thought it would be fun to see what I would look like
as a girl.  I had always felt more at home with girls, so I
agreed to let her do whatever she wanted.  The first thing she
wanted to do was wash my hair.  She dried my hair and
brushed it out in such a way that my hair had soft waves.  She
carefully parted my hair down the middle and took the hair
on my forehead and made two small braids that she pulled
back and tied then together on the back of my head.  That
allowed the rest of my hair flow between my shoulder blades.
We were both pleased with the way my hair looked.

	She selected makeup supplies that she felt would
flatter a blond with alabaster skin.  She applied a foundation
to my face that gave my skin an even tone without hiding the
freckles on my nose and cheeks.  She carefully plucked my
eyebrows and applied a waxy eyebrow pencil to slightly
darken my eyebrows.  She carefully applied mascara to my
eyelashes.  Being a blonde my eyelashes were almost
invisible, so with the makeup made them look longer and
fuller.  She also applied an eye shadow that made my eyes
look larger.  She carefully applied a soft pink lipstick with a lip
gloss that accented my natural cupids bow.  When she was
finished with my face she turned me around so that I could
check out what I looked like in her vanity mirror.

	I was impressed with her skill.  I was pleased with what
I looked like.  I truly did make a better looking girl than a boy.
Helen also made the observation, "I also have noticed that
you have bigger breasts than most girls your age.  I assume
you have a hormone imbalance.  I had some of my daughter's
old clothes in her old bedroom.  I'm sure that there are some
items in there that would fit you."

	I was willing to go all of the way, so we went to the
other bedroom and in the closet there were boxes that were
clearly marked by the age of her daughter on the boxes.
Helen selected a couple of boxes with the ages 8 and 9 on
them.  She placed them on the bed and opened them.  As she
removed each item she held them up in front of me to get an
idea if they would fit me.  The 9 year old box was a little large
for me, but the 8 year old box promised to be a good fit.  She
selected a cute little baby blue pinafore that looked like what
the girls at school wore most of the time.  She also produced
a slip, panties, and white Mary-Jane flats.

	It never occurred to me to be embarrassed about
undressing in front of her.  She helped me tuck my little penis
and balls back between my legs, so the panties looked natural
when they were pulled up snugly.  When we pulled the slip
over my head my head my nipples made a visible impression.
She cupped my breasts and adjusted them until they looked
right.  When I stepped into the dress and pulled it up, she
zipped up the back.  The shoes fit nicely.  She stood behind
me while we admired the way I looked in the fill length mirror
on the closet door.  I have to admit I did make a pretty
looking girl.

	Helen assured me that no one would ever suspect that
I was a boy.  To prove her point she took me shopping at the
local mall.  She bought me sexy panties and matching bras.
The sales clerk never tumbled to the fact that I was a boy.
She even complimented Helen on what an attractive
daughter she had.  We bought burgers, fries, and cokes at the
food court.  I got admiring looks from both males and
females.  Helen assured me that I was a sexy girl.

	When we got back to her home, she set about teaching
me how to walk and sit like a proper young lady.  She assured
me that proper young ladies never sit with their legs spread.
She insisted that I sit with my ankles crossed and my knees
shifted to either the right or left depending on which side the
person I was talking to was sitting.  You only allow someone
to see your panties as an invitation.  She chuckled at that
comment.

	We spent the afternoon looking at pictures of her
daughter over the years of her growing up.  When John got
home he came over to retrieve me, and was impressed with
how much I did look like a girl.  Helen allowed me to keep the
clothes.  The two of them agreed that they had to buy me
more female clothes, and that Helen should teach me how to
apply makeup, and how to fix my hair.

	I enjoyed the feeling of the delicate material on my
body.  That evening Uncle John set up his lap top computer so
that his 64 inch TV monitor was the screen, and he activated
the camera on us as we lay on the couch.  We could see
ourselves in the upper right corner of the TV.  He went to a
chatroom and looked for someone to chat with.  When he
found a man that professed to have his teenaged son handy
to play with he asked them for a private chat.

	The man was a portly older man and he was naked.
When John asked to see his son the man reached out and
pulled a strapping young male about 15-years-old into the
frame.  The youth was naked too.  He was sporting a raging
hard-on, and the man started playing with the youths cock.

	At their request John and I removed all of our clothes.
They couldn't believe that I was a boy until I pulled my penis
and balls out from between my legs.  After all I had tits bigger
than most girls my age.  Uncle John lay behind me and had
me bend my upper legs so that they could see it when he
inserted his cock into my asshole.  I was moaning while he
fucked me.  He reached around my hip and jerked me off for
the benefit of the man and his son.  The man and teen were
jerking each other off until they bother squirted cum towards
the camera.  Their cum fell short of the camera.

	A few weeks later we found out that my father
confronted my mother and it ended with him shooting her
and himself.  I became my uncle's ward.  To insure that my
father's family couldn't get custody of me he found a friendly
county clerk to make up a birth certificate for a female
named Roberta Evens.

	My uncle enrolled me in in a private girl's school.  He
explained to the Principal and admittance dean that I was a
hermaphrodite.  He explained that in s public school I would
be humiliated by both males and girl, so he was hoping that
their school would accept her for herself.

	A friendly doctor gave me hormonal therapy to insure
that I remained my feminine good looks.   I had no desire to
have a sex change operation because I enjoyed having men
suck my little cock and balls.  Uncle John even allowed me to
fuck his hairy asshole.

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