Up until around two o'clock on that Saturday afternoon it had been just another visit to my Aunt and Uncle's house. It was an annual event for my folks to make me take this pilgrimage to my Uncle Ralph and Aunt Karen's but as I reached my late teens I had stopped dreading it.
What was the reason for my change of heart? It sure as hell wasn't my Mom's brother Ralph, who was a buffoon who got louder with every beer. On hot days like today that meant my uncle was very loud very early.
The reason for liking the visitwas his wife, my Aunt Karen, who I really began to appreciate more and more over the years as girls became first an interest and then an obsession. That was mainly because while I wanted them, they didn't want me. I wasn't cool or good looking, and had a way of freezing up around them.
It wasn't easy to be a virgin in the 1980's but I had managed to stay pure at least physically. Mentally though, I was a pervert and a chronic masturbator, although in retrospect I think a lot of us were at some point in our youth.
It would have been nice if at least it was a girl's hand doing the jacking, but that had only happened once. It was an 18th birthday present from the neighborhood "easy" girl that a couple of friends had arranged for. I think the price was a couple of joints and a six-pack.
For that bounty I learned I was supposed to get laid but that didn't work out because she tried to put a rubber on me three times and all three ripped wide open.
"Maybe they're old," I suggested to Audrey.
"Maybe they're built for normal guys," she snapped. "What are you, half black?"
Those weren't her exact words because she was a bit rough around the edges and not exactly judicious in her language but you get the idea. The end result was that she sucked on the head of my dick while jerking me off. I spurted my load, she wiped her arm off, and that was it. How romantic.
Everybody makes a big deal about big dicks and how great it is to have one but I didn't see it. I got teased unmercifully in the locker room in school and stopped playing soccer early on so I didn't have to endure the teasing that took place in the showers.
Tripod. That was my nickname. They could have made fun of me for my freckles or my ears that stuck way out but no. Tripod I was, and whenever someone would call me that and somebody else (usually a girl) who was hearing that for the first time asked what that meant, they would get the reason whispered in their ear and then the giggling came. No girl ever panted, drooled or swooned and ran into my arms upon hearing of my endowment.
What was worse was having my mother accidentally see me naked after stepping out of the shower. She didn't swoon either. What she did was take me to the doctor, assuring me that it was our secret and no one would know, not even Dad, and whatever it would take to fix me she would make sure it was done.
The doctor took my mother's hysteria in stride along with the price of the office visit, and he even rolled his eyes and shook his head at me when my Mom wasn't looking.
"I haven't seen all that many mind you, but there's something wrong with Grant," Mom had said by way of introduction, but after a brief exam and a few questions about how my penis functioned for me he assured Mom that I was fine.
"They come in all shaped and sizes," the doctor explained, and he said that unlike Mom he had seen plenty.
"Maybe we should go to a specialist," Mom said on the ride home, but exactly what kind of specialist that would be I have no idea and thankfully she let it drop soon after.
Which brings me to that afternoon in the pool at Aunt Karen and Uncle Ralph's. This summer, like last summer my crafty old man had gotten out of the trip claiming he had business to attend to. He didn't of course. He just hated my Mom's brother, and you couldn't blame him for that.
Dad did give me a poke before we left for the journey, telling me to have fun with Uncle Ralph, and I pretended to be upset about having to drive Mom up to see her brother for the weekend but I wasn't. I was so hot for Aunt Karen that I would even endure Uncle Ralph for the chance to look at Aunt Karen in her bathing suit.
Even though she was nearly fifty, Aunt Karen still looked good to me, and this year she had finally given up the bikini that she used to wear. Aunt Karen had a voluptuous body and was in good shape but the bikini had showed the trace of a belly she was beginning to get along with her slightly thick waist.
The simple one piece yellow suit she now wore looked good on her though and there were still not only plenty of that cavernous cleavage to see but Aunt Karen bent down quite a lot it seemed, and that made me glad I was in the water because my trunks were getting crowded despite how baggy they were.
"Karen," Uncle Ralph had bellowed after a belch. "We're out of Bud."
"You don't expect me to go to the store and fetch it for you do you?" Aunt Karen responded. "I've been drinking too."
"Grant, how many beers have you had?" Mom asked, and while I had snuck one that wasn't the point.
"Gotta be 21 to buy beer Mom," I informed her as I climbed out of the pool to go to the bathroom.
"Well I haven't had anything but lemonade so I'll go," Mom said.
"We aren't going to have you going to buy things while you visit," Aunt Karen told Mom. "Why don't you drive Ralph down and he can buy it? You aren't too drunk to use your wallet, are you Ralph?"
"Grant can drive me - where did he go?" I heard Uncle Ralph say as I hustled inside and prepared to stay in the bathroom as long as it took for me to avoid driving that human fart machine to the store.
"Aunt Karen," I whispered to myself as I looked out the bathroom window and saw her reclining in the lounge chair with her hands behind her neck, those big tits trying to pop out of the top of her suit. "I want to fuck you so bad."
Given my lack of experience I figured it probably would indeed be bad, but that wasn't how it played out in my mind. As I pictured it Aunt Karen would drool over my cock and when I screwed her she would be screaming and beginning for more. It was my fantasy so that's the way I saw it.
Aunt Karen had a hairy pussy. This I had determined by my being very observant, noticing that a little hair had peeked out of the inside of the leg opening of her suit, the rich black hair stark against her lightly tanned skin.
I also based that on another theory, this one belonging to my friend Rob who unlike me had seen plenty of pussy. This made him an expert in my eyes so when he told me the ways you could tell whether a girl had a lot of hair between her legs I bought into it.
"Check for the fuzz around her ears and if she has a lot of hair on her arms that's also a good sign," Rob had educated me. "Check their pits too. Most of them shave but you can usually get a good idea by checking out how much 5 o'clock shadow they have."
