A hot, sunny afternoon in early August, the temperature reaching into the upper nineties, warming the skin of two young men laying poolside soaking in the sunâs rays, beads of sweat rolling down their bodies mixing with the oil rubbed into their skin protecting them from harmful rays, margaritas sitting on the table between them, and the sound of classic rock and roll music playing in the background. The alcohol from the drinks affecting them, each reaching for his drink, two hands touch accidentally, finger strokes finger, hand brushes hand. Sparks fly and things happen. Two men touch, nibble, kiss. Lips intertwine, tongues probe mouths, teeth scrape. Fingers caress nipples, tongues lick them, hands wander, feeling the warmth created by the sun and the liquor. A penis exposed. A young man takes it into his mouth, sucking, licking, kissing, nibbling.
It was a real romantic scene until my uncle walked into the yard and caught us. Darren and I had flirted a few times, even kissed each other, but things had never gone this far. I had had a hard time accepting my sexuality through my teens. I never spoke about it with anyone else, and now here I was caught red-handed with my uncleâs friend, his boyfriend. I was instantly worried about his reaction. Would he object? I knew about his own sexuality for some time, but did he know I knew. Or would he be jealous over my being with Darren?
There were ten years between Darren and myself, but twenty between him and my uncle. I guess he liked them younger. There was also Jim. He was there, too. Standing, watching the scene as it unfolded. Jim was the type to wear it on his sleeve; a little flamboyant without being swishy. Just man enough not to raise too many eyebrows, but there was little doubt which way he swung. Would they object, or would they understand?
He wanted an explanation. Uncle Steven wanted to know why. He and Jim stood there. Darren leaned back in his lounge chair and relaxed; he had no problems. It was I who had to answer.
âBecause, Iâm gay.â
âHow long has this been going on?â
âWhat?â Dumb question. âMe and Darren? This was the firstâŠâ
âYou and anyone.â
âNot much. I never did much of anything before. Things just happened here.â
âThings always seem to just happen. Things donât happen, people do things because they want them.â
Silence on my part. What do I say?
âHow long have you accepted being gay?â
âI donât know. I donât know if I do accept it.â
âYou sure did accept Darren a few minutes ago. Do you want to continue?â
âWhat? Being gay?â Dumb question number two.
âDo you want to continue having sex with Darren? Do you want to suck his cock?â
âI donât know.â
âWhat do you mean you donât know?â Darren chimed in. Now his pride was hurt.
âIâd like to continue. Damn it, Steven, you could have waited until we were finished before barging in and interrogating him.â
Darren licked his lips and smiled at me. He was still horny. It was still hot.
âCome on Jim, letâs leave the kids alone.â
Steven and Jim left the pool and went inside. Darren came over to me on the lounge chair and put his hands on me again. âCome on, letâs continue.â
We kissed more. We touched and caressed, but it just wasnât the same. My uncleâs intrusion and subsequent questioning broke the earlier tenderness. I also felt that we were being watched. âI feel like itâs pornographic now.â
âDonât be so uptight.â
I lay down in the chair and just tried to relax. Darren did the same.
Later, Steven returned with Jim. âAre you two finished yet?â
âFinished?â Darren replied, âWe never even got started. Vincent is a little uptight.â
âI am not uptight, Iâm just not in the mood.â
âYou were in the mood a little while ago. I thought you were going to slobber all over his cock for the rest of the afternoon. Whatâs wrong?â
âIt just feels so dirty now. We got caught.â
âSo what?â
âSo it doesnât feel the same. It feels pornographic or something.â
âPornographic is good,â Steven stated. âSome of my best times have been pornographic. I think you need to get this done. You obviously want to get it on with him, and it is rude to start something without finishing it.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean it is only polite to finish off his knob.â He seemed a little angry. âNow get down there and be polite.â
âYes, Vincent,â Darren said. âGet down here and get polite all over me.â He held his cock in his hand and shook it at me.
âCome on.â Steven put his arm around me and guided me to Darrenâs piece. I went down to my knees and looked around. Darren stared up at me, and Steven and Jim, the ever-quiet Jim, were behind me. Both men put their hands on my shoulders as Darren put his hand on my head. I opened my mouth and started sucking his cock again, but after a little while he wasnât pleased.
âHe isnât even trying. Not like before. Heâs not being the least bit polite.â
âStand up,â Steven commanded me. âPull down your bikini.â
I froze. He reached out, grabbed my suit, and pulled it down. It was still untied from the earlier heat between Darren and me. Jim retreated into the house.
My uncle grabbed me by the cock and pulled me over to a chair. He sat down and yanked my piece pretty hard, pulling me over his lap. Holding my dick with his left hand he spanked me with his right. âWhen I tell you to do something you do it. Do you understand?â
âHe is a dom,â Darren advised me.
âA what?â
âA dominant. A topman. He gives the orders, and I follow them. Youâd better follow them too.â
Another slap across my ass. âDo you understand what he is saying?â
âYeah, ouch.â Another whack.
âI donât think so. I told you to finish sucking his cock. You got him all worked up and now you have an obligation to finish him off. Now, are you going to do it?â
âYes, ouch.â Another whack. Here I was, a twenty-year old college junior getting a spanking from his uncle. âOkay, okay. Iâll be polite and finish sucking him off. Just let me up.â
âNo, Iâm going to make sure you do him right. Iâm holding you right here and seeing to it that you put your heart into it. Besides, you need to learn how fun âpornographicâ can be.â
I lay across my uncleâs lap. Darren sat next to him. I looked up at Darren, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat. âBoy, youâd better start fast.â
Whack. Another slap. I wrapped my mouth around his cock fast. My ass was really starting to sting now. My uncle is a strong man. Heâs also a hirsute one; his hairy legs rubbed against me causing friction. He held my cock like a vice and yanked each time I sucked on the upstroke.
Jim came back with the afternoon gin and tonics; four in all. It was a regular ritual with them, like the British and their tea. Only this one took place at one oâclock instead of four. My uncle let me up just long enough to take a sip of my drink; I needed it at this point. However, I got no more than that sip before he grabbed me by my member again and brought my to his lap. Darren took a little pity on me and gave me a few larger sips of the drink before I got back to working on his dick as Steven restrained me and as Jim watched.
This time my uncle let go of my aching cock. He placed it between his legs, his hairy legs, and squeezed. This gave him back the use of both of his hands. His legs squeezing my cock was actually pleasant, but his hands went straight to my still sore butt. He squeezed each cheek. He gave me a few more slaps, but they tended to be gentler. Only every fifth slap was a hard one, I guess so that I didnât get complacent. He rubbed his hands around and around my butt. It felt pleasant until, whack, another slap.
Sucking on Darrenâs cock was actually fun now. I felt exposed and embarrassed by my predicament, but I placed more concentration on working Darren. The slapping stopped. Now Uncle Steven was fingering my asshole, toying with it. I felt something slippery rubbing around in my crack. He used some of the suntan oil to grease up his finger and my hole. I felt a warm trickle of oil slide down my crack and my uncle squirming his finger in it. He worked it around the outside and added a little more pressure each time he circled in around my hole until he finally got in up to the first knuckle. A little more oil and pressure and then he was sliding his whole finger in and out of my asshole. When I got tight he held it in place until I relaxed.
âRelax you sphincter. Just relax and let me slide my finger in. Itâs just a finger fuck.â
âYour being frigged, Vincent,â Darren said almost giggling.
All this caused my cock to get as stiff as a spike. My piece rubbed between Stevenâs hairy legs causing great friction right against the most sensitive part. He noticed the hardness of my cock and responded by squeezing his legs. I sucked on Darrenâs cock and humped lightly into my uncleâs legs with my own cock as he fingered my asshole. As I came up, raising my hips slightly, Steven pressed his finger into my ass deeply. This didnât feel the same as earlier; it felt better. It was more fun, more exciting, and more pornographic.
Darren came first, right into my mouth. âHey guys, here I go.â A warning before a shot. I guess that was only polite.
âVincent, when Darren comes I want you to hold all of it in your mouth.â
âYes, Uncle Steven.â
Darren shot his load into my mouth, and I held it as instructed. Darren rubbed his shaft over my face, getting some of the extra wetness on my cheeks. I held his semen while my uncle continued to finger my hole and I pumped between his legs. My uncle reached under his legs and grabbed my cock again with that vice-like grip. Then he let go.
âWhen I put my hand over your mouth, I want you to spit Darrenâs cream into my hand.â He placed his hand over the front of my mouth and I spit all of Darrenâs semen into his hand. My uncle then rubbed Darrenâs come all over my face, my first facial.
âStand up,â he instructed. I rose to my feet, but he kept his finger in me the whole way.
Steven led my to the picnic table with his finger still up my hole. He had never removed it. He stood behind me and placed his hand on my back, pushing me down until my chest lay against the table. He continued to finger fuck my asshole.
âDarren, come over here and remove my shorts.â
Darren lost no time in doing as instructed. He unfastened Stevenâs shorts and pulled his trunks down exposing my uncleâs erect tool. âDarren, get the oil and grease up my cock.â
âYes, sir.â
Sir? Where the hell did âsirâ come from? And what the hell was Uncle Steven doing with his pants down. And why did he still have his finger up my ass. And why did he want his cock greased? Oh no. Cripes, no. What the fuck. He wouldnât. He just wouldnât. He was my uncle. His finger up my ass was one thing, but his cock. No way. No fucking way. He was my uncle.