Uncle Dan

I was thirteen years old the summer I spent at my Uncle Dan's. I lived with my mom and she went to visit friends of hers in Florida. As I was getting to be a “big boy” and was going to turn fourteen in another month it was decided that I could stay that summer with Uncle Dan, who was my mom's younger brother.

Dan was a cool guy, only thirty then and lived in a small house not far from us. I would have to share a room with him and even the bed but that did not bother me. My uncle and I got along very well and we were more like buddies than uncle and nephew. I had no trepidations of stripping down to my underwear for bed when we turned in for the night and the two of us would climb into Uncle Dan's small bed, only a full, both of us in our underpants. We wrestled on the bed that first night, in our underwear. Uncle Dan pinned me down on the mattress and gave the seat of my shorts a couple playful slaps. I had not been spanked since I was probably about nine years old and I thought it was funny to be spanked like a little kid. When we finally went to bed and turned out the light my cock started to get hard in my underwear as I thought about the slaps he had given to my ass and my butt still tingled from it.

When I woke up that first morning Uncle Dan was spooning me from behind and I could feel the hard bulge of his cock in his underpants pressing up against my ass. Instead of being alarmed I felt a reassuring sensation as the man groaned in his sleep and inadvertently humped himself against me. I pressed back gently and squeezed my own hard cock, then went off to sleep. When I awoke probably an hour later Dan was up and had breakfast ready for us.

We fished, worked on his old truck and did a lot of things that summer. The wrestling in our underwear at night on the bed became an almost nightly ritual. Every time we wrestled Dan would pin me down and give me a few swats on my ass. I would always laugh and sometimes this would happen two or three times during the match. I always got hard from this and got a funny feeling in my crotch. I would also notice that Uncle Dan would sometimes have a bulge in his briefs as well. Most mornings I would wake up to find him pressed up behind me and his bulge poking me from behind. I was never worried by this.

About the third or fourth time this happened I lay there and was feeling completely horny as I could feel my uncle's big dick encased in his fruit of the looms nudging against my ass. I suddenly wanted to feel his cock. I gently moved my hand back and and just touched the bulge in his underwear. It felt huge and hot to me. I could feel him breathing on my neck and I slowly moved my hand up and down the bulge in his briefs, feeling the length and thickness of it. I brought my hand back and sniffed it. I could smell sweat and a manly smell that I did not yet possess in my own adolescent crotch. It turned me on immensely and my own cock, barely five inches then was as hard as it had ever been in my shorts. I squeezed it briefly and then went back to sleep.

This now became an almost morning ritual. If Uncle Dan was pressed up against me in the morning I would reach my hand back and feel him up, each time doing it a little longer than the last. If he knew about this he never let up about it and we never said a word about it during the day. I liked the feel of his big cock and I longed to feel it without the cover of his briefs but I was too chicken to reach under the waistband and feel it. What if he woke up? How would I explain why I had my hand down his pants, literally? I also liked the feel of the spanks he gave me when we wrestled, which seemed to be getting harder and more often during our matches.

A little over a week into my stay we had a really good wrestling match going, both of us again in our underwear. We both had bulges in our briefs but neither of us said anything about it or stopped wrestling because of it. Uncle Dan pinned me down on the bed and gave my cotton covered ass three good whacks with the palm of his hand. I laughed and pivoted around, jumping on his chest. My dick was throbbing in the front of my briefs, which was now pressed against his stomach. I could feel his own erection poking between my legs and rapping directly against my bottom. I bounced on him a couple times. We looked at each other for a moment and then he easily swung me off of him and again pinned me face down, this time over his lap. I felt his hand on my ass again and braced myself for another couple of swats. My cock was hard as ever and I could feel his pulsating against mine. Uncle Dan rubbed my butt for a moment and then I felt his fingertips at the waistband of my underpants. He slowly pulled them down and bared my ass, and gave me three good slaps.

I jumped up and said, “You're gonna get it for that!”

“Oh yeah, little man?” he said with a laugh. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I'm gonna pin you and then sit on your face and fart on you!” I said, laughing.

“Fair enough,” he said. “And what if you can't pin me and I pin you?”

I thought for a moment and then said, “You can give me a spanking, this time with my underwear all the way down.”

We looked at each other again for a moment and then he stuck out his hand and said, “Deal.”

With that we went to wrestling and I put up a token resistance, but I really wanted him to pin me and spank my bare ass. He finally got me down over his lap and I was pinned for sure. I felt his hand on my ass and then his fingers at the waistband again. I raised myself up to allow him to pull them down, which he did, slowly all the way down to my knees. His hand massaged my bare ass for a moment and then he asked in a husky voice, “So how many should I give you?'

I wiggled a bit with nervous and excited expectation on his lap. My dick was hard and trembling between his legs, now bare and against his hairy thighs. I could feel his dick hard in his underwear, pressing against my hip.

“You won,” I said. “As many as you want I guess.”

“Okay,” he said. “How about since I wasn't around for your last birthday, thirteen good ones?”

Oh wow, I thought. Thirteen!

“Okay,” I replied.

He raised his hand and gave me a light smack. That wasn't very hard at all and I felt a little disappointed by it. The second crack was a bit harder but still pretty pathetic. I looked back at him and said, “I thought you said thirteen good ones? Are you trying to spank me or tickle me?”

“Oh, tough guy,” he replied with a laugh. “Alright then, thirteen good ones it is.”

He smacked me again and this time it was a good ringing slap that made my ass sting. He kept on spanking me, pausing a few moments between each one. Eleven hard slaps cracked across my ass and even though it hurt I was hornier than hell. He stopped and rested his hand against my warm ass.

“Had enough little man?” he asked me.

“No,” I replied.

“No? You want more do you?”

I laughed and said, “You said thirteen good ones. That was only eleven good ones.”

“Oh, right,” he replied.

I squirmed in his lap and he gave me two even harder slaps, this time I yelped a little bit.

“Now have you had enough?” he asked me.

“You forgot one to grow on,” I replied.

He laughed again and said, “Oh yeah, I did forget that.”

That was the hardest of all and I yelped again. I leaped up and tugged my underwear back up, but not before he got a good glimpse of my hard little cock, which slapped up wetly against my belly.

“Was I a little too hard on you, little man?” he asked. “Thought I heard you whimper there a couple times.”

I giggled and said, “Yeah, well I won't the next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah, I'm gonna be fourteen in a few weeks. So we can do it again then,” I said.

“Ahh, right,” he said.

“And maybe some practice ones in between?” I said softly and a little hopefully.

He tousled my hair and said, “Let's get to bed kiddo.”

The next morning I awoke to him pressing his bulge into my butt and felt his hand on my hip. His hand was moving up and down slowly along my hip and moving ever closer to my cock, which was stiff as ever in my underwear.

Please touch me, I prayed silently. Please touch my dick.

But he didn't touch me and his hand dropped off me as he fell further into sleep. I waited several minutes and did my morning ritual of feeling him up. This time I was surprised and happy to feel the head of his big cock sticking out from the waistband of his underwear. This was the first time I had felt his naked cock and I marveled at the feel of it. He groaned in his sleep as I gently massaged and fingered the glans of his dick. It was so hot and so thick. Probably not huge now that I think of it years later, but certainly longer and thicker than mine was back then. I dipped my fingertips into the band of his briefs to feel more of his big cock and could feel a large amount of thick pubic hair at the base of it. It was very cool to feel a man's pubic hair, as I had just a sparse dusting of blondish pubes at the base of my own dick. I gently jacked my uncle off, pulling more and more of his big cock out of his underwear, for much longer than I had before. I did it as long as I dared and then stopped, smelling my fingers as I drifted off to sleep.

The next night I showered and went to the bedroom in my underwear. Uncle Dan was already laying on top of the bed looking at a magazine, having already showered and in his underpants.

“Tired little man?” he asked me as I got up on the bed.

“Nope,” I replied as I grabbed the magazine from him and flung it across the room. “I'm gonna pin you tonight, big man.”

He laughed and said, “And fart on my face if you do?”

“That's right,” I replied.

“And what if I pin you, little man?”

“I guess you could spank me again,” I replied. “Harder than last time. But you're not gonna pin me.”

He laughed and said, “Deal. Fight.”

Uncle Dan knew I couldn't pin him. I was pretty small for my age, not tiny but not as well built as most boys my age. He almost acted like he was going to let me pin him, but I wanted him to spank me again and could tell he wanted to spank me too, though it looked as though a couple of times I might actually pin him. We were both hard in our shorts but neither said anything about it as we wrestled, and then it was inevitable he had me pinned over his lap. I felt his hand on my ass and I raised my hips dutifully and submissively so that he could tug my underwear down. He did, slowly again and this time I could hear his heavy breathing as he did so, as was probably my own breathing as well. He dragged my underwear down to my just below my knees and then rested his hand against my bare ass.

“How many this time?” he asked me.

“Thirteen good ones,” I breathed into the mattress.

“Are you gonna cry this time, little man?”

“I didn't cry last time,” I said defiantly.
“I know,” he said. “You're a tough little man, but I went easy on you last time.”

“That was as hard as you got,” I laughed.

He laughed and said, “Not by a long shot.”

“Well you can't make me cry with thirteen spanks,” I told him, challenging him.

He took the bait and said, “That sounds like a challenge to me.”

I looked back at him and said, “Five bucks says I don't cry.”

“Okay,” he said. “But do you even have five bucks to bet?”

“No,” I replied. “But I won't need it, because you're the one who's gonna pay up.”

“Well, that's not how a bet works,” he told me with a laugh. “You need to have the money to back your bet. I'll give you five bucks if you don't cry from thirteen hard whacks. But if you do, tomorrow night I'm going to give you thirteen with my belt.”

Whoa, a belt. This was getting serious. My cock lurched in my uncle's lap as I imagined him whipping my bare ass with his leather belt as I bent over his bed.

“Deal,” I said.

Without another word he started spanking me and it was indeed harder than he had spanked me the night before. I almost cried out from the first whack, and by the third I could feel tears stinging in my eyes. Man, my uncle could hit hard and my ass was throbbing by the fifth crack of his hand. I was rocking back and forth over his lap while he spanked me, but neither of us lost our erections. Mine was banging and dragging against his bare thigh and his was poking against my hip and sometimes right into my crotch. As much as the spanking hurt I loved the feeling of being nearly naked over his lap and feeling his hard dick in his underwear poking against me. I really wanted that five bucks but experiencing his leather belt on my bare ass would be fun too. I had visions of many spankings and belt whippings over that summer. My underwear was down past my knees and by the time he got to about eight my legs were pivoting so much that they fell down around my ankles. Within a couple more hard whacks that sounded like pistol shots in the small room my underwear came off and flew across the room. Now I was naked over my uncle's lap and I was crying, softly so that he could not hear me, but I was crying.

The twelfth spank was the hardest yet and I yelled out, tears starting to run down my cheeks. Uncle Dan rubbed my glowing butt for a few moments and then he said softly, “Okay, I think you've had enough little man.”

“One more,” I said shakily, raising my butt up a little. “A deal's a deal.”

He sighed and then gave me the final spank, not as hard as the others. I didn't cry out from that one but quietly sobbed over his lap while he gently massaged my sore ass. We stayed like that for several minutes, then he bent down and picked up my discarded underwear.

“Here you go little man,” he said. “Let's get to bed.”

“I think I'll sleep without those tonight,” I said as I got up and slipped naked beneath the blanket.

He laughed and said, “Okay. Goodnight little man.”

“Goodnight Uncle Dan.”

Some time during the night Uncle Dan was pressing his bulge up against my now naked ass. I felt wonderful being naked in bed with him and only wished he was naked too, rubbing his big dick between the cheeks of my bare ass. The spanking he had given me was now throbbing nicely and my dick was stiff as iron. I reached back and felt his big bulge in his underpants, again feeling the head of his cock protruding from the waistband. I jacked him off slowly while he humped against me, pulling more and more of his cock out of his shorts. I had about half of his dick exposed when he thrust forward and his cock slid between my ass cheeks, in the channel behind my balls and actually poked the back of my scrotum. Oh my, did that ever feel good. I clamped my thighs around his throbbing cock and Uncle Dan began to hump the tight little channel, slick with sweat and guided by my fingers. I suddenly wanted to feel his big dick in my ass. I knew of such things, but had never experienced it for myself. I guided his cock to my hole and felt him thrust against me. He was too big, I was too tight and we had no lube to speak of and I could not get it in, but the head of his big cock pressing against me there felt wonderful and I longed to feel him spear me. About that time Uncle Dan rolled onto his back and that was the end of our fun for the night.

The next morning we went on with our day as though nothing had happened between us the night before. I was beginning to wonder if Uncle Dan was really asleep in those early mornings when I would stroke his cock through his underwear and pull it out and jack him off, and when he would hump me from behind. Last night when I had aimed his big dick at my asshole and his hips had shoved forward, as if trying to lodge himself up inside of me, I had to think that there was no way he could have been asleep for all of that. But he never said a word about it, and I never did either.

We went into town that afternoon in his old pickup and at the store Uncle Dan handed me a five dollar bill. That might not sound like much these days, but back then in the mid 80s a kid could buy a whole bunch of things with five dollars. I came out of the store minutes later with a brown paper sack housing a six pack cans of Mountain Dew, several candy bars, some trading cards, AND change to boot. When I got back in the truck my uncle laughed over my treasure trove.

“So why did you give me the money?” I asked him as I dove into a Snickers bar, handing him one along with a can of soda. “I lost the bet.”


“I know,” he replied. “But you did a good job, and I thought you earned it.”

“Well, thanks,” I said.

He did not say if he was still going to give me thirteen licks with his belt that night and I did not ask, but I had already decided that since I had lost the bet that I was going to insist that I pay up to my end of the bargain. We went around doing some odd jobs that afternoon, as that was how Uncle Dan made most of his money, by doing yard work, minor construction projects and such. We got home fairly late that night and both of us were pretty tired. Uncle Dan hit the shower first after our supper and then I got in after him. While I was soaping myself my dick got hard, as it usually did when I was in the shower (or about a hundred random other times during the day back then) and I rubbed my bare wet ass with my soapy hands, marveling at the feel of the soap on my slippery skin. I remembered the feel of my uncle's cock poking at my back door the night before and gently inserted a finger up myself, surprised that it easily went up inside me with the help of the soap. I frantically worked on my throbbing dick with my left hand while I forced my index finger up my butt hole. The hand soap made a nice lubrication and I shot my wad against the shower wall just as I had managed to get a second finger up inside me. As I lay gasping with my hands against the ceramic tile to support myself I realized that Uncle Dan's cock was probably wider than my two fingers and certainly longer, but with some lube I could make the task of getting him inside me much easier.

But I could not use soap in the bed at night, that would be too messy. I rummaged around the medicine cabinet after I got out of the shower and dried myself off and came across a half used up jar of Vaseline. Oh, this would probably do the trick nicely. I scooped out a good job of it with two fingers and greased up my back passage. My dick, having had a heart stopping orgasm only minutes earlier was hard again as I lubed myself up. Oh, to be a teenager again.

When I made my way back to the bedroom Uncle Dan looked up at me from behind his magazine and smiled at me as he said, "You get yourself clean enough, little man?"

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well, you were in there long enough," he replied with a little chuckle. "Long enough to wash two or three times."

My face started to get a little red and I knew that he knew I had been jacking off in the shower, but he laughed to show me it was no big deal.

"I'm whooped tonight," he said to me as he climbed under the thin blanket. "Do you mind if we hold off our nightly wrestling match for tomorrow night?"

"Okay," I replied. "But what about my belt whipping? I did lose the bet."

Uncle Dan laughed and said, "Yeah, you did. But I think you need a little break. If you still want to tomorrow night we can do that."

We both agreed to that and went to bed. Before I fell asleep I carefully slipped my underwear down to about my knees, wanting to be ready if I woke up to him humping me again. I tried hard to stay awake and my little dick was hard as stone in anticipation of what might happen, but I must have fallen asleep anyway. I awoke to feeling hot breath on my shoulder and a poking at my rear. It was still dark, but I could just make out that it was nearly dawn. It felt like Uncle Dan had pulled his own underpants down and he was slowly thrusting his hard cock in between my legs. I pushed back against him a little and groaned when I felt his naked dick insert itself between my thighs. Reaching back very carefully I took hold of his throbbing erection, confirming now that he had indeed pulled his underwear down enough to just release his monster and I guided it toward my butt hole. I felt the head of his cock touch my glory spot and I almost cried out with both pleasure and pain as he thrust his hips forward a bit and the head of his dick eased itself into me easily with the help of the dollop of vaseline I had put there before going to bed. We both froze for a moment, with the whole head of his cock inside of me and neither of us moved. I wondered again if he was awake but he made no indication that he was.

Slowly I moved myself backward, impaling myself on his hard cock. I gritted my teeth as his big dick was forced up inside me and I thought I heard him groan. I guessed that now probably an inch or two of him was into me and although it hurt it also felt like nothing I had ever felt before. My dick was harder than a rock. And then Uncle Dan did something I had been dying for him to do. His hand went to my hip and this time it traveled over further and it brushed my hard dick. It moved onto my other thigh and then came back and brushed over my cock again and this time his fist wrapped around it and he gave me a couple of gentle tugs. I thought I was going to pop a nut right then and there. I heard him groan again and then his body pivoted closer to mine and his cock sunk a little further into me. As I groaned with the pain and the pleasure his hand started jerking me off nice and slow. Just as I thought I would not be able to last any longer he stopped masturbating me and I felt his hands on my hips and he gently turned me over on my stomach. With his cock still inserted maybe two to three inches inside of me Uncle Dan straddled over me as I now lay face down on the bed and I felt his lips on my ear.

"Is this what you want little man?" he asked breathlessly.

"Ohh gawd yes," I groaned. "Fuck me Uncle Dan."

He chuckled as he moved his cock slowly in and out a bit in my ass, but did not insert it any further.

“You've been jacking me off almost every morning since you got here,” he whispered. “And getting braver about it every day.”

I half turned around and said, “You knew I was doing that?”

“Yeah, I knew. I just wanted to see how far you wanted this to go before I let you know that I knew. When I realized this morning that you put some vaseline up your butt so you could try to get my dick up in there, I guessed you wanted to go all the way. So, you sure you're okay with this, little man?”

I groaned, as he was pivoting his hips while talking to me and drawing his big dick in and out of my ass two or three inches.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “I'm definitely okay with it.”

“Good,” he groaned back as he began to ease himself inside of me.

Difficult Relationship

My name I Jerome Ramirez. Well actually it's not Becker but that's close enough. At the time this took place or at least at the beginning of it I was 16, born May 1st 1989 in a fairly small town in the middle of Wisconsin. I am or was at the time 5'6" and 130 pounds with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Yeah I was pretty small but my body was toned and I had a great ass. Well at least so I was told. Actually at that time I guess I never really thought of myself as being good looking, I was just me. I was an only child and have a wonderful mom and dad. My dad is an engineer and works in a larger town about 15 miles away and my mom is a Doctor. None of the problems that I ran into were the fault of them, they really loved me and have always been supportive. I know a lot of guys don't get along with their mom or dad but mine are great. My mom, well, is a mom and my dad is a loving guy without a mean bone in his body. Maybe that's why I still feel so bad about what happened, they loved me and trusted me and I lied to them. My dad used to say, "Just tell the truth, if you tell me the truth I'll never be mad." Well, I didn't do that, I really didn't think I could.

I also have to tell you about my best friend Henry. Henry was born in the same hospital that I was born in and on the same day. That's kinda how we ended up knowing his family because we probably wouldn't have otherwise. They had a lot more money than we did and Henry's parents and mine didn't really move in the same group. But when we were little they thought it would be cute for us to have our birthdays together and since they only lived a few miles away we ended up being friends. Henry was the first person I ever remember meeting and knowing as a real little kid. I've known him forever and we spent as much time at each others houses as we did at our own. I don't have a brother but it was almost like that's what Henry was. He knew all of my secrets or at least the little ones. Henry grew to be a lot bigger that me. When I was 5'6" Henry was 6'1" and 170 pounds. Where I really sucked as an athlete Henry was great, really a winner at whatever he did. He was and is a big handsome guy who always seems to win but I found out that there was more to him than that. I guess everyone has their secrets.

The other person that really played a major role at that time was Henry. Henrywas a deputy sheriff and when I first met him he was 33. Henryis a really big guy, about 6'4" and built with huge powerful shoulders, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and mustache. I don't know what he weighed but he was a big muscular guy. Henry lived in the same small town we did and he was married with 2 kids.

I suppose the lying began when I was about 13 and it dawned on me that maybe the reason that I liked looking at naked guys was because I was gay. Well who the hell do you tell that to? For sure not your dad and for damn sure not your jock best friend. So I buried it deep and tried to act as straight as I could. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it too and by the time I was sixteen I was certain that nobody knew that I was gay. I was wrong of course.

I had a job working at the local lumber yard home center after school and that was where I first met Henry. At the time I didn't realize he was a cop or I would have been more careful but he wasn't in uniform just jeans and it looked like he had a football in his pants. Geez I would have had to be dead not to look and like I said I didn't know who he was. Honestly I never even had a chance to really consider what I was doing but when he came down the aisle that I was working in I actually did a double take at that crotch of his. Well he caught that. He didn't say anything just smiled and I figured what the hell some guy catches a 16 year old kid looking at his crotch, big deal. I mean after all at that age it's like kids and adults live on different planets. What I didn't realize is that Henrysaw it as an opportunity but he didn't say anything just kept walking. The planets were about to collide.

Before I tell you what happened with Henry I have to impress on you how close Henry and I were. I'm sure that you've had a friend like that in your life, someone who you share everything with, someone you see every single day. I guess, well hell I know, that I took Henry for granted. He was always just there like wallpaper or the tv. My mom and dad were crazy about him and I think he preferred my parents to his own. Even when we got in high school and he became this big jock guy we were still best buds and when he made more friends at school he drew me into that group and made sure that I was accepted.

Then came 1997 and I got my drivers license. My dad helped me buy an old beater and I was in heaven. I had wheels. This next part is the part that's really hard for me to talk about. I mean I know that I'm just writing words on paper but it was the start of a very stupid and exciting time for me but one that I'm pretty ashamed of on a couple of levels. Oh shit I guess I'll just write it as it happened.

Our little town rests in the middle of what at one time were great forests. Those have mostly been logged out now but the town is still pretty surrounded by dense woods, old logging roads crisscross these woods. On an autumn evening in 1997 I was driving back from a nearby town. I had the music blasting and really wasn't thinking of anything just kinda getting off on the tunes. Henrydidn't turn his overhead flashers on until he had been behind me for a while I guess and it truly scared the crap outta me. Of course I checked the speedometer right away and I was going faster than I should have but I didn't really know what the limit was where I was. So anyway I pull over right away and wait for the cop. Looking in my rearview mirror I see this huge hunk of a cop walking toward me. Even in his cop outfit the bulge was huge. Anyway while I did notice the bulge my main thought was on how I was gonna explain the ticket I was gonna get to my dad. I had only had the car for two weeks or so and I figured that I was gonna be walking for at least a month. So anyway Henrysaunters up to the car and when he sees me he rests his arms on the windowsill and kinda leans into the car his face just a few inches away and his hands even closer. I could smell him, a real male smell and I remember the hair on the backs of those hands.

So he asks me if I'm Danny from the Home Center and I tell him yeah and tells me to pull

the car off the highway on to this old logging road so that we don't get hit by a passing car or anything. Now you've got to understand that growing up in this little hick town I had been taught to obey the police like they were gods. It would never have occurred to me not to do what Henrywas telling me. If I had thought about it I would have been aware of the fact that there were no cars on the highway we were in the middle of nowhere.

So after I pull off the road Henrycomes over and rests his forearms on the windowsill and just starts talking about stuff like how do I like my new car and what working at the Center is like and stuff like that. Then he moves his hand towards my cheek and starts stroking it with the back of his knuckle. Well when he starts that I just like freeze. It's just like I have no ability to move. I'm staring straight ahead and saying nothing and meantime he's running his hands all over me and telling me what a fine looking kid I am and how proud my dad must be of me and how he wouldn't want to have to give me a ticket. Then he tells me to get out of the car and says he gonna help me out by not giving me a ticket but that I gotta help him out because his wife is having her period and he hasn't been getting any sex and shit like that. Then he tells me that he's seen me looking at his crotch and he's seen me around town and that he knows that I'm a homo. Now in my mind I'm totally freaking out that he knows my secret and I start getting this picture of my dad finding out about me and maybe losing my job at the center and inside I'm goin nuts but still not saying anything because like I can't.

The next thing I know is he's got my hand and is rubbing it around his crotch and I can feel this enormous boner in there and pretty soon his pants are open and he's pushing me down on it. Now I can't tell you that this didn't in one way turn me on and was like the greatest thing ever to happen to me but at the same time I was scared shitless. For one thing Henryhad a pretty big cock and I had never sucked one before not even a little one, so just having this huge thing being rammed down my throat was painful. Anyway after a couple of minutes he shoots this huge load into my mouth and it's running down my chin and the front of my shirt and god I feel like puking. Then the prick actually wipes his dick on my face, says "thanks Danny" gets in his car and drives off. At that moment kneeling in the forest with his cum on me and my jaw and throat aching I kinda felt like I had been raped. This is the point in this story where those people who have heard it tell me that I was raped but somehow I felt responsible for what had happened, like my wanting gay sex had made this happen. I mean I knew that Henrywas a shit but I felt that my looking at his crotch in the store had triggered this whole thing and I guess in a way it did.

When you're a teenager and you've screwed up like I just did it's kinda scary going home. I mean my shirt was cum stained and I guess that I smelled of sex and even the knees of my pants where dirty from the forest floor. Well I cleaned myself up as much as possible, letting the cum dry and brushing off my knees, and I head for home.

When I get home I try to slip in quietly but of course both my mom and dad are home and I run into them both. My mom gives me a kiss and dad rubs my head (he does that sort of thing) and miraculously they don't seem to notice anything. Here I'm feeling like SLUT is painted on my forehead but everyone seems unaware of it. The thing is that all night long I'm tasting Henry's cum in my mouth and in my mind and while I was too scared to get a hardon when I was with him I'm getting hornier as the night goes on and I'm watching tv with my dad but really I'm reliving the experience with Henry. Well finally I kiss my dad good nite( I know, I know but that's the way he is.) and go to bed. Well needless to say my dick is in my hand as soon as I hit the sheets and after about 30 seconds of stroking I blow the biggest load of my life.

You have to understand that I wasn't living in Los Angeles or New York, I didn't have internet access and as far as I was concerned there was one faggot living in our town and that was me. Well sure there were the usual fag jokes at school but those were just things guys said and even when they said they thought someone was gay I thought it was just bullshit. It never occurred to me that maybe Henrywas gay and actually I think what he did and then went on to do had more to do with a power and control thing than with sexual orientation but none of that occurred to me until after it was over. During all of my sessions with Henryhe never reciprocated in any way, never a kiss, nothing.

Well as I've already implied Henrycontinued to have me service him. The next couple of weeks I blew him 5 or 6 times and then he started fucking me. The first time he fucked me I thought I was going to die. The pain was unbelievable and his cum was leaking out of me all the way home but again after I cleaned myself up and showered it didn't seem so bad and all the next day at school I could still feel his cock in me. I could still feel his sperm hitting the inside of my ass. Looking back on it I guess even in the beginning I was kinda getting off on this power that I had over Henry. I mean this was a huge risk he was taking although that wasn't something that I was really aware of at the time. That he wanted me as bad as he did was I guess an ego thing for me.

The next couple of years were strange and strained. Henryand I would get together generally about twice a week and usually around eight at night. This required a whole lot of lying to my mom, dad and to Henry. Thinking back on that time I wouldn't do it again for anything. Watching my mom and especially my dad losing faith in me was terrible. When I was nine years old I got very sick and while I was able to stay at home everyone was very afraid that I would get worse and I could have ended up the hospital or even I suppose dead. I don't have a lot of memories about that time because I had a bad fever for a long time but I remember practically everyday waking up and having my dad in bed with me. At the time he just said that he got up early and looked in on me but I found out later from my mom that he wasn't able to sleep while I was that sick and he slept with me because he wanted to be there in case I got worse. This was the guy that I was lying to when all he really wanted was the truth, but the real truth was the one thing I couldn't give him. Everything suffered, my grades my relationship with my parents and my friendship with Henry. All of these things were priceless to me but I guess I was willing to trade them all for cock.

Anyone who likes to get fucked will know that while the first few times might be painful it gets better real fast and once I started buying lube that really helped. A month after I started getting fucked by Henryit was feeling pretty good and in three months I loved it, six months later and I couldn't do without it. I thought about that cock 24/7, I was a bitch in heat. Well aside from all the emotional damage I was doing to everyone, most of which I was oblivious to, things went along pretty well. Well as time went by and my need for Henry's dick increased so did my feelings for him. I was a total blind idiot because he didn't give a shit about me but I convinced myself that I was in love with him and that he would fall in love with me or rather that he should fall in love with me. Now had I been thinking objectively I would have realized that after 3 years Henrywas looking for the cleanest way out of this "relationship". I didn't take any of the hints he dropped about ending things and when he just stopped calling me I called him constantly. I was probably becoming quite an embarrassment. Eventually he got things down to about one fuck every two to three weeks and he bitched and moaned about that. Needless to say I was going out of my fucking mind. I thought that I was losing my lover and I was totally addicted to his dick.

Late in 1999 something happened that was to have a profound affect on my life. My dad brought home a computer and we got internet access. My dad said that I could go on the internet but I knew that I had to be careful and tried to confine my online time to those times when mom and dad were in bed. That pretty much meant going online early in the morning and late at night but oh what a change it made. I couldn't believe the first time I went on a gay chat line it was amazing. I felt like I had finally found a place were I was understood. During these chats I eventually told some guys my story and began to get some feedback on what I had been going through. A few months later during the spring of 2000 something else happened that would turn my world totally upside down.

You have to consider that prior to HenryI was with Henry virtually every day of my life. Either he was hangin at my house or me at his or he was dragging me to some football shit or some jock party and of course this being the country we normally spent a lot of time fishing or hunting. This almost totally ended a few months after Henrycame into the picture. For one thing every time I did see Henry he had lots of question about what I was doing and why I was being so secretive. I thought I handled these questions well but let's face it I wasn't thinking very clearly. Finally one Saturday in April he cornered me to go fishing with him and there just wasn't any way that I could get out of it without making a big deal out of it. So off we went bumping across old logging roads in his SUV headed towards a familiar fishing spot deep in the woods.

Well a half hour later and we were fly fishing in a wide shallow stream and making kinda idle chat about cars and shit. Then after a while an odd thing happened. Henry walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and kinda kneaded them, then he rested his chin on my shoulder and kinda quietly asked if I wanted to eat lunch now.

It was an intimate thing to do and something he had never ever done before. I mean I could feel his breath on my ear and the whole thing sent shivers thru me but I just kinda put it outta my head and after fishing a bit more we headed for home. Now I totally thought that Henry was straight, I mean you just don't get studlier than Henry. So when he did this it kinda threw me. Yeah we had had a couple of camping trip beatoff sessions years before but there was no way this guy could be gay. Henry was also very tight with my Dad. Dad had given up trying to get me to watch football with him and it wasn't unusual for Henry to come over on the weekend at watch with him. Henry's parents were pretty old or at least seemed that way to me. He had a brother Mark who was ten years older and worked in his dad's office and an older sister who had married some dude and moved away. Henry's mom and dad loved him I guess but they really never seemed to be there. If they weren't at the country club they would be traveling or some shit. This was kinda the one negative thing in Henry's life and now that I think about it he really treated his older brother like a dad. When Henry needed something like money or shit he would just call Mark and somehow it got done. Mark was a cool guy too, married but stud city.

Well that night I get a chance to go online and chat and some guy that I had talked to before asks me what's new with my life. Well this guy knew about the cop and all and I mentioned what had happened with Henry that morning. Well then this dude and a couple of others all started telling me that Henry had to be gay and was coming on to me and of course I said no fucking way but it did make me wonder about it. I mean Henry had stuck to me like glue even during the heaviest time with Henrywhen I was really treating him like shit and it wasn't like he didn't have other places he could have gone. He knew everybody on the planet and there were babes who would have killed just to have him say hello. The other thing that had been kinda working in the back of my brain were the looks that my dad and Henry were exchanging lately. Not big obvious looks but just quick glances this had been going on for a few weeks but I felt like they were planning something but my birthday was coming up along with Henry's and I guess to the extent that I thought about it I attributed it to that. Like I said my ass is my best feature not my brain. Well OK my dick is alright too, not huge but pretty. In defense of my stupidity I was so fucking in need of a cock up my ass I was about out of my mind. The bottoms out there will understand.

Well the following Monday Henry corners me at school and says how much he enjoyed the fishing and that it was cool us hangin out like we used to and could we do it again Friday morning cause there was no school that day and of course I say yes. Well it turns out this turns into the week from hell because I'm calling Henrythree and four times a day because if I don't get a cock up my ass I'm gonna go crazy. Henryof course by now is treating me totally like shit and tells me his wife is pregnant again and how he's gonna spend more time at home. The prick! I'm being a total asshole to everyone I run into and I can see my dad has this weird look on his face all week and I figure if he's still sane he's ready to have me committed to some fucking nuthouse.

Well I somehow manage to make it to Friday morning but my emotions are really kinda raw and Henry seems to pick up on this and is treating me like I could explode at any minute, which is pretty much, the truth. So anyway we go back to our same favorite fishing spot and we're just doing that and it's a really pretty morning. The sun is filtering threw the new leafs on the trees and there's a lot of new green all over the woods and there's this great smell of the earth, the way the ground itself smells in spring. Anyway I'm half talking to Henry but mostly thinking about what a sonofabitch Henryis when I realize that Henry is standing next to me with his hand on my shoulder and I kinda jump because it surprised me. I said, "What, what?" and he says "Dude I've been talking to you for five minutes and your like not here" and I just feel myself blush because I'm such a dufuss and I say that I'm sorry and like what were you saying.

Then he takes my fishing rod and his and lays them on the ground. Then he turns me around to face him and looks me right in the eyes. And we're standing there and his hands are on my shoulders and his face is just a few inches from mine and he says,

" Danny I know. I know about you and the cop."

Well I can feel these explosions going off in my brain and I'm seeing white flashes of light inside my head and I'm trying to pull away from him but he won't let me go and I feel like my body is crumbling, like my whole body is just falling apart piece by piece but Henry is still holding my shoulders and I'm pushing his chest to get away from him but like nothing happens cause he just hangs on and I know that I'm crying and where the fuck did that come from and then he pulls me in and just holds me tight to his chest while I cry. Geez I don't ever remember crying before except maybe when I was a little kid cause I'm not a crier but a fighter but my life has been such shit lately and I guess you can only take so much and now I'm like this crying machine and it just seems to go on and on but Henry just holds me really tight and then I feel him kissing my neck and rubbing my back and he says, "Why did you let that asshole touch you, why didn't you come to me."

Well this is a news flash! Were the fuck is that coming from? But I know a good thing when I feel it and just stay were I'm at cause he's so fucking strong and it feels so good to be in his arms.

Finally I get somewhere near getting my emotions under control and I pull back a little and say, "Why? What could you have done?" Remember, great ass no brains.

And he just looks at me for a few seconds then says, "Dumbass little fucker".

Henry always knew the right thing to say. Then he kissed me and I felt like that lady in that old movie who kinda lifts up one leg behind her when the dude is kissing her. Anyway this kiss goes on and on and his tongue is like six inches down my throat and it's now beginning to dawn on me that maybe Henry is gay.

Henry is saying, "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you about me but Danny you gotta believe I love you and babe I won't ever let anything happen to you. Just say we'll be together and I'll take care of everything else." Those beautiful green eyes are searching mine and I know somehow deep inside that this is how my life is suppose to be so I kiss him again and bury my face in his chest and I can smell him and it's comforting and sexy and I've never felt so safe in my life. So I nod my head yes and then say, "What do we do now?", and he says he's got a busy day planned for us but the most important part is right now and he grabs our fishing rods and takes my hand and we walk back to the truck. Henry pulls out a blanket and a bunch of food and shit and we head off for a little clearing on top of a nearby hill. Well I'm feeling a little like a virgin on her wedding night but as we're trudging up that hill his hand is on my ass most of the time and he asks me if it bothers me and I tell him it belongs to him and he can touch it whenever he wants and he just grins.