My Uncle and I

I had just turned 18 and was still quite uninformed about sex. I grew up in a small town in western Pennsylvania and even though it was the mid sixties Woodstock and the ‘free love’ thing still hadn’t happened. I was typical kid of my age in that I was always horny, and had learned to masturbate not long after I had hit puberty and began getting erections. I had been with a few girls and had played with their breasts and even lost my virginity, but I wasn’t getting anything ‘regular’ and enjoyed the privacy of my bedroom and masturbating three or four times a night.

Back in 1967 I had a draft number of 004 and I “knew” it would be called. Since I wasn’t college material earlier in the school year I had taken what they called an early enlistment in the Air Force, so following graduation when a slot came open I would go active. I had just turned eighteen and was waiting for the call from the recruiter to go into basic training. It was during that summer that my Uncle Russ invited me to go camping with him.

I was working and had taken Friday off arriving at his house about ten that morning and set about loading my things in the camper. His wife, Pauline, was going to come down Sunday afternoon and they were going to spend a few extra days after I left, so I would drive her car back after she arrived.

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While Uncle Russ got setup I gathered up firewood and got a campfire going. We just sat around, had supper, a couple beers and just talked. Uncle Russ figured since I was old enough to fight for my country then I was old enough to have a couple beers. Legal age was 21, in Pennsylvania, and I thought this was pretty ‘cool’. We talked about my going in and he reminisced about when he was in WWII, it was really a fun evening.

There were no electric hookups so he had three or four big old 12V car batteries he used for power. There was no radio reception but he had a stack of those old eight-track tapes (they were pre-cassette). The only ones he had were of the big band type like Benny Goodman and Glenn Miller. I didn’t really care for them but after all it was his camper, so I listened to it. Where we were camping was a secluded area in the woods and we were the only ones there so the music was loud enough so you could hear it outside the camper.

It was getting late and decided it was time to settle in for the night. It was only a little one bedroom camper but the couch dropped down into a bed, which was were I was going to sleep. He got me some sheets and a couple blankets and I made it up, he had gone into his bedroom and closed the little door that separated the bedroom from the rest of the camper. I changed into my pajamas and crawled in; it was a warm night so I only put the bottoms on. I laid there for a little bit and listened to him snore, and started thinking about girls.

I had broken up with my girlfriend of two years and although I had dated a couple others I hadn’t been able to get in their panties. One thing to you have to remember is this was pre-Woodstock and before the free love movement started so getting laid wasn’t a ‘given’. So I spent a lot of my time jacking off and fantasizing.

At that age it didn’t take much for me to get horny and my mind went to his daughter, my cousin, who was a year older than me. She was one of my favorite fantasies as we had grown up together and I had watched her get tits. I never saw them but in my mind I sure thought I knew what they looked like! I knew he was sleeping so I unbuttoned the fly of my pajamas and began playing with my growing cock.

I had pulled my knees up and was jerking my cock, playing with my balls and knew it wasn’t going to be long before I would cum. I was lying with my head towards the bedroom door and was deep in my fantasy, being as quiet as I could. I thought I heard the door open but before I could stop Uncle Russ was standing behind me. I stopped what I was doing and tried to get my heart to stop pounding so loud! He came out and sat down in the chair across from me. The camper was so small that with the couch folded out when he sat down his knees were right up against it, so there wasn’t much that separated us. I knew I had been caught and all the thoughts flashed through my mind…was he going to holler at me…make fun of me…or worst of all tell my mom and dad what he caught me doing! There was absolute dead silence re for what seemed like forever, but probably was only seconds. I didn’t know what to do.

Finally he started talking and telling me that what I was doing was normal for a boy, and that he didn’t mean to startle me or scare me. I just lay there quietly and listened not saying anything. He went on and explained that all boys did it and he even still did it from time to time. At that time he was probably in his mid-forties, and even though I knew that my dad did it, in my state of mind and having gotten ‘caught’ jacking off, my brain wasn’t working. He sat and talked about girls and how he would think about them and asked me if that was what I did too. I think I just nodded my head, or I might have answered him, I can’t remember.

But I do remember I couldn’t believe it when he told me how Aunt Pauline, his wife, liked to watch him play with himself. This floored me! My Aunt was a pretty lady and I really liked her, but never in my dreams or fantasies had I ever thought of her in a sexual way. Now here Uncle Russ was telling me that a woman liked to see a guy play with himself! My cock that had gone soft was getting hard again, both from what he was saying and the picture in my mind of her sitting and watching him. He went on about how he did it and what she would do and I just listened and my cock throbbed.

I was startled when his hand went under the covers and touched my cock. He didn’t pull his hand away when I jumped and asked if it was ok that he did that. I could only nod that it was ok as he started stroking me, what he was doing felt good and I just laid there not moving. Neither one of us said anything for quite a while, then he reached over and pulled the covers off me.

I don’t know what made me do it but I reached down, unbuttoned them and as I lifted my hips he helped me pull them off. He said something about not meaning to interrupt me and he would quit if I wanted, it felt good and I didn’t want him to stop and just shook my head no. He kept stroking, trying to pull the foreskin over the head and said something about it pulling back and exposing the head. I told him that all the farther I could get it back was just past so the tip was exposed. He said something about never seeing anything like that before.

It wasn’t until a few years later, while I was in the Air Force, that I got circumcised. I don’t know if having it done allowed my cock to get bigger, but I have always thought it did. I had measured myself growing up and from the base (near the pubic bone) to the tip I was close to seven and a half inches, but the circumference was just a little over four inches, then after getting ‘cut’ it grew to more than six and half inches around and more than eight inches when fully erect. Then again it may have just been part of maturing and it would have been that size whether I was circumcised or not.

He played with my cock, sometimes he’d jack it then other times just run his fingers over it or play with my balls. All the time he’d ask me different questions like how long I had been jacking off; if I had ever been with a girl; if I had ‘played doctor’ with any of my friends; and how many times I could cum. I told him that I had been jacking off from when I was about eleven or twelve and when I was about thirteen the girl that lived next door would get some of her father’s condoms and I had fucked her a number of times, until they had moved away.

During all this time he had really started jacking me until my hips would lift up as I felt myself getting ready cum, then he would slow down and run his fingers over the shaft and play with my balls. By doing this all I could think about was release and his teasing kept me at the ‘edge’. I just wanted to cum! But he kept asking questions or repeating his questions and I kept answering hoping he would let me cum! I would glance at him from time to time and he was always staring at his fist on my cock and I would go back to watching his hand play with me. Then he asked me how many times I jacked off at night, I told him usually twice but sometimes three or four times. He asked if I was ready and through clenched teeth I told him “YES!”

Sticky stuff had been leaking out of my cock, which I later learned was precum, and my prick and his fist were really coated. In the quiet of the camper the squishy sound seemed really loud and he quickened the pace of jacking me. I squeezed my eyes shut and my hips bounced on the couch as I erupted. The only sounds were my groaning and his hand stroking me. Always before when I jacked off I had caught it in the handkerchief, this was the first time that I had just let it go and I remember feeling it landing all over me. It was all over my chest, belly and thighs and as he milked it I could feel it run down his hand and on my balls. I just kept my eyes closed enjoying the feeling, trying to catch my breath and comprehend what had just happened.

He said something about getting us a towel to clean up and I just nodded my head. I heard the water running and from the sound he was washing his hands, and cleaning himself up (he told me later that my cum had landed all over him too). I finally opened my eyes and looked down towards my cock, taking it in my fingers I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Sure when I was younger a buddy and I had done the usual “exploring” and there had been a couple times with my dad (those stories will stay in my memories as Literotica could never post them). But what had just happened was something like I had never experienced before.

I laid there playing with myself and didn’t think there was anything wrong with what had just happened. It sure was different, that was for sure, but the thought never entered my mind that I was gay or anything like that. I just knew that it had felt good and I had enjoyed it and wondered what was going to happen next. Uncle Russ came out of the bathroom about that time and handed me a washcloth, which I used to clean myself up. I was still quite soft as I worked the washcloth over it. He stepped outside and opened the ice cooler bringing back in a couple beers. It was as he stepped back inside that I saw his cock, he was wearing boxers and it was sticking straight out the front of the fly opening.

From what I could tell it was as long as mine but it was a hell of a lot thicker! Uncle Russ wasn’t what I would call fat but heavy set with big shoulders and chest. Dark black hair covered his chest and belly, the only hair I had was around my cock and balls and maybe a couple dozen on my chest. I was six foot tall by this time and he was maybe three or four inches shorter than me. He noticed me looking and setting his beer down asked if I minded if he took his bottoms off. I just shook my head and watched as he stepped out of them and sat back down in the chair across from me. I had never seen a cock so big and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. As he took a swallow of beer he slowly played with it and squeezed a big drop of precum out of the tip.

All kinds of things were flashing through my mind! I wondered if he was going to let me watch him jack off…did he want me to touch it…had Joy, his daughter ever seen it…didn’t it hurt Aunt Pauline when he put it in her (that question came from the fact that my aunt was a very slim lady and couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds, fully dressed, and soaking wet). I don’t know what made me do it, but the last two thoughts came out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying. My eyes must have looked like a couple saucers when it hit me what I asked because he kind of chuckled at me. I breathed a sigh of relief because at least he wasn’t mad but was smiling!

He sat for a few seconds and then told me that Aunt Pauline did find it uncomfortable unless he used some lubrication but since they both enjoyed masturbating that it worked out very nicely. I must have had a perplexed look on my face because he asked if I knew that women could masturbate, and cum, just like a guy could. I shook my head no, not only had I just learned (I didn’t know how) that a woman could jack off, but I learned a new word… “cum” (I had always called it jizz).

He went on and explained to me that by rubbing a woman’s clit (another new word) or the woman rubbing it she could cum. They didn’t normally shoot cum like we did, but they would feel good inside like we did and their pussy’s (another new word) would get real wet. By now my cock was getting hard again and I listened intently and drank my beer as he spoke, while we both played with ourselves. He went on to explain how he really enjoyed going down between her legs and lick her clit until she came. Again I must have had a dumb look on my face, because he went on and explained in quite graphic detail how it was done. He got up to get a couple more beers and as he did I asked if a girls cum tasted like ours? He laughed again as he sat down and handed me my beer and shook his head.

He said it wasn’t salty like ours but much sweeter tasting and more clear and sticky, something like our precum (another new word). With that he took his finger and taking some of his juice licked it off his finger, I followed suit and did the same thing. He reaffirmed it wasn’t ‘exactly’ like that but said it would give me an idea of what to expect when I did it to a girl. I couldn’t believe the education I was getting AND how horny it was making me!! He paused for a minute then asked if mom or dad hadn’t ever had ‘a talk’ with me? I just shook my head no and told him most everything I had learned was from my buddies and all that he had just told me.

I should give a little background here. When I was about twelve or thirteen the only thing my mother had said to me concerning girls was that I was to respect them and to keep my hands to myself. Dad had never really said anything concerning girls, but had done a few other things. My sexual awakening I learned mostly on my own, and from a nursing book that my best buddy had gotten off his mom’s bookshelf (she was a RN). That had provided an education, even if it was all very clinical.

He went on to explain that Aunt Pauline had sat down with Joy and had had a long talk with her. Being curious I asked him how they had done it, he made me promise not to say a word to anyone about what he was going to tell me, which I did, then told me the whole story. By the time he was done telling me my cock was rock hard again and I was playing with it. What kept going through my young mind wasn’t what her mom had talked about, but what Aunt Pauline had taught her! What an erotic story that was, but sadly will never be told.

There was complete silence in the camper as he finished, I now realize that it was sexual tension. It was then that he reached over and took my cock in his hand again and asked if I was ready to get off again. I could only nod my head ‘yes’ and stared down at his fist moving up and down my shaft. From the corner of my eye I could see his other hand moving and glanced over and saw him stroking his own cock. The thought flashed through my mind that he had to be as turned on as I was from what he had told me.

Without even thinking I reached over and touched him. His hand fell away and for the first time I held his thick cock in my hand. I could barely get my fingers around it, but he was so excited that I could feel his heart pounding against the palm of my hard, and he groaned slightly as I squeezed it. As I began stroking it he moved forward in the chair until his balls hung off the edge of the seat. His fist was pumping faster and I knew I was close to cumming again but I wanted to see his cock shoot its load, so I pumped my fist faster.

The thought never crossed my mind that there was anything wrong with what we were doing, or that he or I were gay (of course at that time I didn’t know there was such a thing as bi-sexual). All I knew was that what we were doing felt good, and that it felt really naughty. Besides the mental pictures kept going though my mind of my aunt, naked, and doing what I was doing to him, all the time putting myself in his place next to her.

Suddenly he stopped jacking my cock and squeezed it tight, he arched his back pushing his cock towards me and started cumming! He just kept saying “Oh damn!” over and over as I pumped, jizz landed on the floor and then ran down over my hand. His load didn’t shoot out and go all over like mine always did, but there was definitely plenty of it! As he went limp I held it in my hand and watched the last of his load drip from the tip. I held the soft shaft in my fist and felt the cum ooze through my fingers as I slowly jerked it. Russ released his grip and again began stroking my now throbbing cock and telling me to “go ahead”. It didn’t take but a few rapid pumps and not even trying to hold it back I just let it go.

I still remember the exquisite feeling as I came. As the first load erupted he pulled down tight on the skin of the shaft and momentarily held me tightly at the base. In that few moments one or two more loads shot up into the air, then he started jacking the full length of my shaft, with his fist moving up completely over the head. I had his cock in one hand and a death grip on the blankets with my other hand, as I stared down between my legs. By coming up over the tip his fist was now completely covered with my juice, and he just kept pumping and pumping until there was nothing left in my balls. After what seemed like forever my erection began to subside and he then used just a couple fingers and his thumb to milk the last of my load.

Slowly, and almost reluctantly I thought, he let go of my cock. He smiled at me and said he hoped I liked that because it was how my aunt always liked to do it and make sure he was empty. I nodded and said that it had really felt good, but then couldn’t believe what happened next! He started licking my cum off his fingers and said she loved the taste. In my mind I could see her doing it and wishing it was me! He took my hand off his cock and moved it towards my face and asked if I wanted to try it. I had tasted my own cum a lot of times, but was somewhat hesitant at tasting his cum, but then licked a little of it off my finger. It didn’t taste all that different than mine and we watched each other clean our fingers.

He picked up the washcloth and cleaned the cum off my chest and belly then himself and the floor. By now it was after two in the morning and he suggested that we get some sleep. He asked if I was ok with all that had happened because he hadn’t really planned any of it, but when he had walked out and saw what I was doing he had found it erotic. I laughed, a little nervously, but told him I was alright and I had certainly learned some new words and new things. He chuckled and then headed back towards his bedroom.

I laid there for the longest time thinking of all that had just happened and wondered if all that he had told me was true. I finally determined that there wasn’t any reason it shouldn’t be and felt my cock beginning to get hard again. My thoughts kept going back to my aunt, and what he had told me about my cousin. All those thoughts and fantasies kept flashing through my mind. I fell off to sleep and awoke to sunshine flowing through the windows of the camper. My fist still held my cock, which wasn’t just hard because I was horny but I had to piss like a racehorse! I fumbled around and found my bottoms and pulled them on along with my shoes and went outside to relieve myself.

I was standing next to a tree wondering if I was ever going to stop when Uncle Russ stepped up beside me and said “good morning” and began to relieve himself. It was then that I noticed he wasn’t circumcised as the foreskin covered the head, but before he started to relieve himself he pulled the foreskin back exposing the head. This was something I had never seen before and couldn’t help but watch as he finished and the foreskin slip back over the thick head.

Going back in the camper he put the coffee pot on the gas stove and started making some bacon and eggs, while I went in and brushed my teeth and took a sink bath. I felt a little cleaner and finding some clean clothes got dressed. As we ate breakfast nothing was said about the previous night and I began to wonder if maybe he was having second thoughts. He asked if I was going to do some fishing, which had been my plan for the day, and he needed to go into town and buy some more beer.

We got everything cleaned up and I got my fly rod and made some sandwiches, while he got dressed. He came out as I was getting ready to go into town and I told him I was going to work upstream for a few hours and planned on being back about three or four. He waved and tooted the horn as he drove out and I headed for the water. As it turned out I got back closer to four with a nice catch of brook trout. Uncle Russ had the campfire going and was sitting having a beer. I got my fishing things off and sat down, while popping a top. We decided to do some fried potatoes and do the trout in some butter over the open fire.

After we finished supper and cleaned up we sat having a few beers and watched the logs spit and crackle. Finally he brought “the subject” up by apologizing for what had happened, and that it wasn’t something he had ever planned on doing. I told him again that there was no reason to apologize and although I had never expected anything like that to happen, I was really ok with it. We talked for quite a long time, and considering the topic it was all very casual and open.

He asked again about the experiences I had had growing up, which didn’t take long because I hadn’t had that many experiences. But as I related them he asked questions which I answered as much in detail as I could. It was the first time I had ever talked openly about the few experiences, and I don’t know but maybe it was voicing them or just the memory but I found myself getting an erection.

I knew from what he had said the previous night that my aunt liked to see him jack off and I had learned about ‘going down’ on a woman, but many other questions lingered in my mind so as I finished telling my stories I began asking mine. He would answer them, in detail, and I learned a lot about the opposite sex. Then he went into how he had come to playing with other guys. He didn’t say how it all started but my aunt and her friends would have card parties and the husbands would all end up out in the den watching TV and drinking beer. The subject of sex had come up and over time had evolved into them getting together to watch a porno flick which would lead to them jacking off or helping each other get off. They had just been doing this for the past few years as their families have gotten older, and their wives didn’t seem to have the same interest in sex as they used to.

Maybe someday I’ll have to write about that as his telling it was erotic!

There had been some thunder in the distance and we could feel rain in the air, then without warning we had a downpour! By the time we got everything pulled back under the awning we were both soaking wet. Once we got in the camper he grabbed a couple towels and we stripped down to dry off. My head was spinning with all that I had learned. I had never known that what he was telling me ever really happened. Sure I had read some stories in different magazines but had always figured that that was just what they were…stories. Everything that he had told me had definitely excited me and him too! I couldn’t help but notice as we dried off his cock was just as hard as mine!

Walking past me he went back into his closet and came back with a couple robes, handing me one. With the rain and being evening it felt damp in the camper so he lit a couple burners on the stove to take the chill off, cracked open a window slightly, then turned on some lights. Just running off a 12V system they weren’t all that bright, but you could see pretty well. I was sitting on the couch absentmindedly playing with my cock as he picked things up. He hadn’t closed his robe and I couldn’t help but see his thick cock jutting straight out. I remember thinking it was funny that mine stood straight up towards my belly button and his although hard just stuck straight out. We sat there for a few minutes and as I was still thinking of the story he had been telling, I had to ask if Aunt Pauline ever knew anything about their ‘games’ or ever watched? He chuckled and said no and had never watched.

I sat quietly lost in my own thoughts, wondering what it would be like to have her here watching us. He was still straightening up in the little kitchen and looked over at me and said something about “a penny for your thoughts.” I must have been deep in thought because he both startled me and embarrassed me with his question. Before I could answer he answered for me by asking if I was thinking of Aunt Pauline? I just looked over at him and kind of nodded my head, and said yes along with everything else. He came over and sat back down in the chair across from me. It was as if he was reading my mind because he asked if I was thinking about her being here watching us? Again I had to just nod my head that he was right.

He got quiet for a moment looking at me, then very seriously asked me if I was having trouble with what had happened the night before and all we had talked about through the evening? Or if I thought that because of what we had done did I think I was gay or the he was? He had perked some coffee and as I quietly sat there considering his questions, he went over and poured us a couple cups and came back and sat back down.

I just shook my head and told him that I hadn’t even thought anything like that, and actually it had been very exciting and I had enjoyed it. I think I said something about “anyway girls being much more fun to play with”, because he got a good laugh out of that! Again just as the night before, he reached over and took my hard prick in his hand. I don’t know if I have the following verbatim, but it’s as close as I can remember.

“Do you mind if I play with you again?”

I just stared down at his hand on my cock and shook my head ‘no’.

“Does what I’m doing feel good?” Taking his other hand he cupped my balls and gently played with them as he stroked my cock.

“Yes! It does!”

“Are you going to cum?”


“You’re still thinking about your aunt being here, aren’t you? Tell me all about it. She’s naked too isn’t she?”

Apparently he could tell I was close because he began teasing me by stopping then starting. He was keeping me right at the edge, and watching his fist working my cock plus he was right I was thinking of Aunt Pauline watching. “Yes I am…she is…” My mind was a blur as thoughts and pictures flashed through. “She…she is…playing with herself…watching us…” Damn the thoughts! The mental pictures! I wanted to cum!

“Would you like to put a condom on and fuck her? And play with her little breasts?” This time he didn’t stop, and my cock erupted. My fingernails dug into the material of the couch as my balls forced my load out the end of my prick.

“Yes-s-s-s-S-S-S-S…OHH-H-H-H-YES-S-S-S…” My hips were bouncing on the couch as I fucked his fist. My head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as I pictured my cock fucking her! “WHAT!! OH DAMN! AHH-H-H-GAHHRRRGGGUUHH-H-H-H-H!!”

A warm moist sensation engulfed my spasming cock. Lifting my head I looked down and watched as my uncle’s head bobbed up and down the length of my cock. The feeling as his lips closed over me was, and still to this day, indescribable! I had been out with a few girls that would suck my cock but never when I was cumming, they had always finished me with their hand or after putting on a condom blow my load in their pussy. This was so different! I could feel his lips and tongue sucking and licking my bare prick. The tip touched the back of his mouth and each time he swallowed the muscles contracted around it and seemed to pull more cum out of me.

“Holy fuck! Damn!” I had no cum left in me and my cock began to soften. He loosened the pressure but still held me gently in his mouth as my body began to relax. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe the incredible feelings I had just experienced. “Wow! Fucking wow!”

Uncle Russ sat back up but still held my limp cock in his hand. “I guess you enjoyed that.” He laughed slightly. “Never had that done before have you.”

“N-N-nooo…” I managed to stutter as my mind was still reeling. We both sat quietly for a few moments. “I have to go to the bathroom.” Suddenly I realized my bladder was full and I got up and headed into the bathroom.

When I returned Uncle Russ was sitting at the little kitchen table and had poured two cups of fresh coffee. I picked up my robe and sat down with him. He asked again if that was the first time I had ever had that done to me. I explained that a couple girlfriends had done it, but not all the way like he had just done. He looked a little confused and said he had understood me to say that I had done it once with one of my good friends that I had grown up with.

He listened as I told him the story again of how my best friend and I would jack off together and that one time I had gone down on him, but it hadn’t been reciprocal. I told him that a couple girlfriends had done it, but it was never taken to the extent that he had just done. We sat and talked for a long time and he asked many questions about what my best friend and I would do, which I answered with as much detail as I could. He also wanted to hear about the different girls I had been with and again wanted as much detail as I could provide.

Finally I asked him if what he had done was what he and his friends did when they got together, or if my Aunt had done that. With all the conversation I was getting turned on again, and could feel my cock becoming erect. I knew he hadn’t cum and figured that he still had a hard on. As he started answering my questions I found myself getting more excited and my cock coming fully erect.

He told me that even for as much as Aunt Pauline loved sex she was like my girlfriends and wouldn’t let him cum in her mouth. He did go on and tell me that was one reason he and his friends got together, as none of their wives would go ‘all the way’ and it was one topic they discussed whenever they got together and jacked off. By this time I wasn’t only getting excited again, but was curious about what they all did when they got together so began asking questions.

Something that I found really interesting, and had never heard of, was he had said they would get together and watch movies. I had looked at pictures of naked girls in magazines, but movies of people having sex I had never heard of. He smiled and asked if I would like to see one, which I didn’t hesitate in saying “Yes! Could I?!” He said he had one in the camper and went back in his bedroom, found it in the back of a drawer, then began setting up the 8mm projector. As he got things ready he hung up a white pillowcase, explaining it could be used as a screen.

Now I was curious as to why he had a movie like this in the camper and had to ask. He told me that lots of times when he was camping by himself he would set it up and watch it and jack off. Of course I had to ask if Aunt Pauline, or Joy, knew about them. He smiled and said that no he hoped Joy didn’t know about them, but yes Aunt Pauline and he would watch it from time to time. This, of course, brought more questions to mind that I didn’t ask, but let my mind formulate the mental images of the two of them naked and watching them. Finally he had everything ready and told me to come back and lay down on the bed with him.

The movie started and although there was no sound and the film was really grainy you could still see the pictures, and what pictures they were! I sat not moving trying to take in every detail (and yes the guys were all wearing black socks!). They fucked the women in all different positions, which up until that moment I had only known of the missionary position. One guy put a woman up on her hands and knees and shoved his cock into her from behind which really got my attention. He had put his cock in her but it wasn’t in her pussy! Leaning forward and holding her hanging breasts his cock pummeled her. It looked really erotic and from the expression on the woman’s face she was enjoying it too!

The mattress was bouncing and when I heard Uncle Russ groan I glanced over to see his fist wrapped around his hard cock. He held it near the base and as he slowly stroked the foreskin would pull up over the head then stretch tightly down towards the base. The way he was staring at the screen and jacking off I figured he really liked this part of the movie too! I looked back at the movie and began masturbating with my favorite method.

I often masturbated by jacking off, but had found from playing with my cock many times there was another way to cum, and what I found to be much more intense. By taking my cock at the base and pulling up would force the entire foreskin up over the head. Then taking my thumb and pressing it down into the excess foreskin I could rotate my thumb around and around the head and crown. By varying the speed of my thumb as it circled I could bring myself to the ‘edge’ and then slow down and the urge to cum would recede.

The movie ended all too soon and the end began flapping over and over until Uncle Russ reached over to the projector and shut it off. He was on the inside of the bed and when he moved over me to shut it off his cock came in contact with mine. I felt shivers go through me as our cocks touched and I felt his precum drip onto my hand. Without thinking I took it and squeezed gently feeling more of the clear liquid cover my hand and cock. Finally he rolled back onto his side of the bed and asked if I had enjoyed the movie.

“Hell yes! I’ve never seen anything like that before!”

“You really liked the part when the guy fucked her doggie style. I especially like that part…your aunt likes it too”.

“Really? Doesn’t it hurt her? I mean your cock is so thick and that hole is so small.” I could only imagine that it had to hurt her.

“Huh? What?” At first he didn’t understand what I was saying then he laughed. “No…no…he had his prick in her cunt. Although your aunt does like it when I use my thumb and play with her tight hole when I fuck her from behind like that. We’ve tried but you are right, I’m too big…it does feel good though..”

I did know that it felt good though and told him how I had learned about it. I had experimented in my bed at night while jacking off, that if I took my finger and played around the tight puckered hole then pushing my finger in a little ways did feel good. It would make my cock really throb and if I moved my finger when I began to cum it would really shoot all over!

“You’ve really learned a lot about yourself haven’t you.” He had propped himself up on his elbow and was facing me. Taking my cock in his hand he began stroking me.

I had to admit to him that I had experimented plenty of times in my bedroom, but added that I had really gotten an education during the past couple days! My mother had always given me the impression that sex was ‘dirty’ but now I was learning that maybe it wasn’t so bad. I did know that it sure was fun even if it was with another guy!

A personal note—Today as I look back, almost forty years later, I believe that weekend allowed me to enjoy all the sexual experiences I’ve had over the years. I do know that after that weekend I thought long and hard about what had happened and it changed my attitude toward sex. Many people that are reading this, or have read some of the other true experiences I have written about, probably think I’m a real pervert or ‘a sicko’. All I know is that I feel I have enjoyed many things that otherwise I would have missed. However, there is a ‘line’ that I don’t cross and that is if it involves pain; children; or not completely agreeable to all involved.

By this time, as he stroked my cock, it was rock hard and my balls were screaming for release. Very quietly Uncle Russ asked me to show him how I used my finger. Pulling my legs up slightly I licked my finger and slowly circled my tight hole and when I found the center I pushed in to the first knuckle and began fucking myself. It did feel good and now adding to that him watching me do it I was enjoying it all the more. Looking down at his thick hard cock and thinking of him doing my aunt from behind and his finger fucking her back hole kept going through my mind.

He watched for a minute and asked if that’s how I always did it. I nodded my head and told him “yes”. He told me to wait as he wanted to show me something and got up and went into the bathroom. He came right back and had a small jar of Vaseline and told me to remove my finger, which I did. Putting some on his finger he found the center and began entering me. I groaned aloud as he kept going deeper and deeper, and he asked if it was hurting me or if I wanted him to stop.

I had never ventured this far! It didn’t really hurt but yet I didn’t know if it felt good. I wanted him to stop but still I didn’t! I could feel my balls drawing tight and all muscles contracting as he went deeper and deeper. Finally he was all the way in and held his finger motionless. He kept telling me to try and relax and asking if it was uncomfortable and if I was going to cum.

It was a strange mixture of feelings that had engulfed me. I wanted to cum! Damn I wanted to cum, I squeezed my cock tightly as it pulsated in my fist. I concentrated on trying to relax and as I did I found that the uncomfortable feeling became somewhat pleasurable. It was a different kind of pleasing but I knew it felt so erotic! As I forced myself to loosen the grip I held on his finger he slowly began to fuck me.

I started jacking my cock and just as I was becoming accustomed to his finger working deep inside me I felt my balls fill and tighten. I pumped faster and faster and as my cum exploded I screamed. My orgasm was intense! The most powerful sensation I had ever felt! Strand after strand of cum erupted, covering my belly and chest. His finger wasn’t slamming into me, but moved slowly in and out in a twisting motion. I didn’t know if I would ever stop cumming, or if I wanted to! But then I was empty and fell back onto the bed, heart pounding and trying to catch my breath. As my hand released my now soft prick I felt Russ’ finger slowly slipping out, I wondered if I would ever cum again.

I remember feeling Uncle Russ get off the bed and go into the bathroom, then a warm washcloth cleaning the cum off me. I was aware of everything but couldn’t force myself to respond, sleep overtook me. I awoke to movement on the bed and opening my eyes saw daylight streaming through the window and Uncle Russ crawling out of bed. I could hear him in the bathroom as I stretched and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, when he came back I pulled my pajama bottoms on and took my turn.

He called in and asked if I was going to try fishing again before I packed my things up. I told him that I thought maybe I would and asked what time Aunt Pauline would be arriving. He said he’d get some breakfast started and that she was going to pick up more groceries and ice so it would probably be two o’clock before she arrived. I stepped back by the bed and he was lying there slowly stroking his rising cock. I stood watching him as I felt my own cock begin to stir when he asked if I’d like to help him out since he hadn’t cum the night before.

Pushing my bottoms down onto the floor I moved up between his open legs and took his prick in my hand. As I began stroking his shaft I laughed and mentioned that I thought he had told me he was only able to get off once a day. If he came now wouldn’t Aunt Pauline be curious tonight when he wasn’t able to cum? I could feel the heart beat in his cock and knew it wouldn’t be long before he would cum and continued to slowly stroke him until the head began to turn dark purple and precum leaked out down over my hand.

He kept trying to answer but was having difficulty as it was now my turn to tease him and keep him on the ‘edge’. I was slowly pulling up the shaft then jerk rapidly to the base and squeeze him tightly. He managed to say that he wasn’t sure but that he would probably tell her about what had happened while we were here. I tried to imagine what would happen when he told her and felt my balls tighten at the fantasies that flew through my mind.

There was no mistaking how close he was, I could feel it in his cock and his fingers clawed at the sheets. I said something like ‘everything?’ or ‘even this?’ then bent over and took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. Stroking the exposed part of his cock he didn’t speak as he began unloading. I swallowed quickly as he unloaded, as the intensity subsided I started licking around the head and down the shaft. Cum was still flowing from the head, as thoughts of him telling Aunt Pauline went through my head. I took my own cock in my hand began jacking off.

I wanted to cum and wasn’t going to wait! I asked again if he was going to tell Aunt Pauline and what she would do. He smiled and said again he didn’t know, but if the situation presented itself he would. He didn’t know exactly what all she would do but the one thing for sure was she would jack off. My hand flew up and down the shaft as I felt my load travel the length. Rising up I let it go thinking of her lying here on this bed, naked and legs spread wide with her finger playing with her pussy. I still held his now flaccid prick in my free hand and aimed my cum at it, watching as load after load covered the soft meaty flesh. I fell back on the bed catching my breath as the remainder of my load leaked down over my now motionless fist.

We cleaned up and had breakfast and I went fishing for a few hours and when I got back Uncle Russ was making us some lunch. We talked for quite along time about all that had happened that weekend as we ate and then cleaned up the mess. He was concerned if I had any ‘problems’ with what had gone on, which I assured him that I didn’t.

I was still curious about him telling Aunt Pauline, and since she would be arriving shortly, how I was going to face her after all that he had told me. He still wasn’t sure how or if he would say anything as that would all depend on the few days they were spending there after I left. As to how I would face her he said just to do my best to act as if nothing had happened. That to me was an understatement because of all that I had heard about her and what we had done I knew it would be impossible to ‘act as if nothing had happened!’

I stepped outside grabbing a couple beers and set one down on the table for Uncle Russ. He said thanks but as I passed him he reached out and cupped my balls and cock in his hand. He said he noticed I had a hard on again and wanted to know if he could help before it was time for me to leave. Setting my beer down I said sure and turned towards him and watched as he undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees. I was fully erect and my cock stood straight up as he took it and began jacking me off.

Nothing was said as we both watched his fist work my cock. I remember thinking what a way for my Aunt to walk in and catch us. Me standing in front of him, my cock right at eye level, his fist jacking my hard prick. These fantasies flashed through my mind as I felt my knees begin to weaken and I reached out and held his shoulders to steady myself.

His fist moved faster along the length as I felt my load begin to build. He took the head in his mouth and sucked as his fist slapped against his lips. Damn how I wanted her to walk in right now! My asscheeks tightened and I pushed forward, I felt my balls erupt and my load travel down the shaft. He continued to suck and jack me off until I was completely empty. I leaned back against the refrigerator and slowly reached down and pulled my pants up, than sat down and took a swallow of my beer.

I gathered my things up and we sat outside and talked until my Aunt arrived. I did my best to act as if nothing had happened, although all I could think about was her naked and playing with her pussy, or my cock fucking her. I loaded my things in her car as fast as I could and saying my goodbyes got out of there.

We had talked about me stopping over to their house again before I went to basic training, but sadly it would be almost two years before I saw either of them again. A slot came open a few weeks later and I was gone. Uncle Russ did write a few months later and tell me that he had told my Aunt about our weekend and that it had really excited her. I heard from him a number of times while I was overseas, and after I got back in the States, telling me how she still enjoyed hearing about our weekend.

I, in turn, was getting my ‘education’ from the bar girls and always wrote and told him about my escapades. It was also during this time that I became comfortable with the fact that I was ‘bisexual’ and wrote telling him of those experiences. Sadly it was many years before we ever go together again.

Written By: Jay Wesal

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One Response to My Uncle and I

  1. tony says:

    Damn that was a sexy story and me jacking off all the way through it

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