Pete comes out... © Alex Carr 2010
"Will it take long?" I remember saying when the man who purported to be my uncle asked if I would like to see some of his work. I was telling him I am interested in painting which set the ball rolling , he'd rented a caravan for a week's holiday intending to see my father, his brother he said - but dad was called out abroad on an urgent assignment so I'd looked forward to some time on my own, just me and my easel to really concentrate on something I enjoyed so much.
But I needed to be polite, especially as Jack, that was his name, was a relative although Dad had never mentioned him. He was viewing my work at the local amateur art group's exhibition so naturally I was looking for comments, that/s when Jack, finding out my name, said he was related and when he gave my Dad's name, John I believed him.
But on arriving at his holiday caravan all he had was a single picture of a lion which he claimed he had painted. Politely I looked at it and said it was alright and I had better go.
"Not yet, Pete - you are my nephew, lets spend some time together or is it that you have a girl waiting?"
"Not really I said, I guess I have been too engrossed in my work to think about girls"
"And you a young lad of at least eighteen, you must have thought about it?"
"Nineteen actually," I advised but to be honest I have had no inclination, I guess I am one of those guys happy with his own company.
"Perhaps you have other leanings, Pete, ever thought of that?"
"Such as?"
He came over to me, sat beside me and placed his hand warmly upon my left knee sort of clenching his fist.
"Perhaps you prefer your own sex, it does run in the family. I have heard say"
I'd never really thought about it and maybe I was colouring because he noticed.
"Does that disturb you, I mean maybe the idea seems comfortable with you, Pete?"
I did feel a certain stirring inside, the question had never come up before but Jack did have a certain ambiance which attracted me in an odd sort of way and when he ran his hand along the inside of my thigh I didn't resist and I guess I was giving him, without realising, the go ahead.
"That it, just relax and chill, Pete - I find you very attractive."
Confused I did put my hand over his as he started to finger my crotch. "I am not sure if this is right, Jack" I said nervously, one part of me wanting his interest in me but the other not. Perhaps I needed to know him a bit more and anyway, he was my uncle.
"No I'm not, Pete" he declared after my asking him about family matters. " Sorry if I lied but I had to get your attention somehow, so it is quite alright no problems at all, Hope you accept my apologies, no harm meant, it is just you are so very attractive.
"But how did you know Dad's name."
"Heard you mention him inadvertently when you were showing me your work, and some paintings of your Dad's too, they had his signature on them, John Turner.
"So there's no problem at all, you may like to lay on the bed for a while, would you like that, it would be very nice I promise you."
I felt aroused no doubt about it. Jack - although at least twenty years my senior -was a lean neatly dressed clean cut guy who's smile was very appealing and already his touch had set something off in my being that I had not encountered before.
"That's right, now just relax and I will come and sit next to you on this stool."
He drew this small stool alongside the bed after drawing the curtains and not quite knowing what was coming made it all the more appealing and exciting. I actually wanted Jacks undivided attention.
I guess I knew since I reached puberty my leaning was towards guys of my own creed and now I was faced with the opportunity of realising it in a practical mode.
The idea was no way as awkward as I thought and, on the contrary, I felt comfortable with this guy who was like a gentleman, well cultured and clean cut.
"That's my boy, just stretch out and let me enjoy you...and if there s anything you don't like me doing just say so -right?"
I agreed. With a lump in my throat I was still getting around the idea what was happening to me as he touched me over my jeans, I felt it stirring me deeply it was so wonderful, his fingers gently moving over me in a light sort of scratching motion. I felt something happening to me, at first I felt quite embarrassed but Jack reassured me saying it was the most natural thing in the world and he would show me just how to enjoy a sexual encounter withy another guy and anyway I had the most delightful feel and could he undo my jeans.
I went along with the idea, feeling him unzip me there, I closed my eyes and just let him do what he wanted to do, all the time enjoying this gentle guy and so wonderful new experience.
He looked so cool sitting there as I slightly opened my eyes. He seemed like a doctor examining me like he was a true professional but all the time touching me so carefully like he was really enjoying.
Having undone my zip I felt his hand cup me over my boxer shorts and then he squeezed very slightly, looking into my face as he explored me and I guess - getting the okay signal for him not to stop and go further.
"Lift you hind a little so I can get these off" he said grasping and undoing my belt and pulling my jeans down to my knees and then completely off. Me laying there for the offing like a dish to be garnished, that's precisely how I felt, my white boxers and blue tee shirt feeling comfortable as he hung my jeans neatly over the back of a chair and came back again to crouch on his stool, this time I saw his legs were wide open and his left hand covered his crotch as the right hand began to stroke and tease finger over my crotch.
"Okay to continue, Pete?"
He would say this from time too time before he resumed something else which thrilled and aroused.
The feeling was so absolutely lovely and I wanted him not to stop, the squeezing and manipulating of those parts which up to now had only been exclusive to me and when I was young my mum when she bathed me. In fast that's how it felt , like he was about to wash me there and the way he caressed my balls was heaven in itself.
And there was no feeling of haste, he just took his time and it was lovely.
"You are quite well developed, Pete" Jack complimented having now slipped down my boxers to reveal my swollen genitals. Let's make it last shall we, see I have this ring to roll over you so it controls your imminent ejaculation. He sounded ever so posh using those words but I later discovered as he grew more excited his language would be more basic which was another real turn on.
"Never imagined I could ever do this with another guy, Jack" I returned feeling his gaze and his gentle caress which made me feel truly wonderful.
"You balls are lovely to feel" he continued cupping them to enhance their fullness The ring isn't too tight huh?.
"Just right," I returned.
He must have done this for a good five minutes sending me into a veritable trance like I was in another world, another place - yet oddly, I felt at ease and wanted, it was almost as if this moment was meant to be. And I noticed he was massaging himself all the time with his other hand and I also saw that he was getting very big down there.
I started to fee guilty thinking maybe I should be doing something too, perhaps I should touch him there or something but he seemed more than content for the time being just to enjoy me and although I felt a selfish swine the things he was doing with my cock was simply wicked.
"Mmm! You smell lovely" he said stretching back my foreskin to expose my red bulbous knob, me feeling just a little embarrassed at that - and then his started licking it in such a rapturous way I felt completely emerged in what he was doing with that tongue."
