11-16-2025, 10:53 AM
I grew up being babysat by my uncle. He was my mom's youngest brother, about ten years older than me. I can't remember the first time with him. I had to be less than seven, because we moved from an apartment to a house when I was seven, and it was already going on, though it was still kind of new. So maybe it started when I was about six. He would have been about fifteen or so, I guess. It's kind of embarrassing to say, but I really liked it. I mean, it felt great. And, yes, I was sucking him off, too. I don't remember him ever not having pubes or not cumming. I knew it was really naughty, and we'd get into huge trouble if anyone found out.
We did it whenever he babysat me, which was almost every weekend. My folks went out for dinner or to play cards with friends, or whatever. They'd be gone a couple hours or more, and we'd spend most of it on my bed doing it.
When I was about twelve, and he was like twenty-one or so, I didn't need a babysitter anymore. So I'd ride my bike to his house, telling my folks I was staying at a friend's house overnight, but I'd be at my uncle's place instead. I really liked sex with him. He never fucked me in the butt. He did play with my prostate with a finger or two, but he had a huge dick and it would probably have split my hole wide open. He had someone else he did that with. I met him, and saw him at my uncle's place quite a few times, but we didn't tell him we were doing it too. It was our secret.
By the time I was finally shooting semen of my own at thirteen, my uncle had taught me a lot of things. He showed me how it was way better when you took your time - the longer you did it for before you came, the better it was when you came. He taught me about abstinence for a day or two, or even more, to build up a big wad. There were weeks I didn't cum all week, so that when I did it with my uncle I'd fucking lose my ever-loving mind when he finally let me cum after edging me a few times. He taught me about getting really close, then going really slow, and making my body work to cum, making the explosion even more powerful when it happened. He taught me how to play with my prostate and how to play with his. He taught me how to suck a cock like a hundred-dollar whore - changing it up, changing speed, changing style, using hands too, playing with nuts, prostate play, stopping and starting, using your tongue everywhere, all those good things. And he'd told me a lot about girls, too. He showed me magazines and told me about how they worked, and what they were like. I probably knew more about girls and their parts than some married men. He didn't know I was gay then. I didn't either. I didn't know until later.
When I was fourteen, we moved again. This time it was to another state. Man, I hated that. I cried alone in my room. My uncle tried to make me feel better about it, and told me to find a guy my age to do it with. I liked guys, and figured I was gay, but I was really shy and I knew I wasn't going to find some other gay guy. Not easily, anyway. This was the late seventies, and being gay was something you hid. Yeah, I knew I was gay by then.
So there I was, 1978, fourteen, starting high school, living in a new state, going to a new school, shy, introverted, gay, and alone. Hours and hours away from my uncle and any hope of sex.